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fear-less · 11 months ago

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Taylor Swift song master-list

info: i write fics inspired by Taylor��s songs, i’m planning on making most, if not all, of her songs into fics.

feel free to request for any song:3

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taylor swift (debut)

tim mcgraw

picture to burn

teardrops on my guitar

a place in this world

cold as you

the outside

tied together with a smile

stay beautiful

should’ve said no

mary’s song - fred weasley x reader

our song

i’m only me when i’m with you

invisble

a perfectly good heart

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fearless

fifteen

love story

hey stephen

white horse - sirius black x reader

you belong with me

breathe

tell me why

you’re not sorry

the way i loved you

forever & always

the best day

change

jump then fall - harry potter x reader

untouchable

come in with the rain

superstar

the other side of the door

today was a fairytale

you all over me

mr. perfectly fine

we were happy

that’s when

don’t you

bye bye baby

if this was a movie

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speak now

mine

sparks fly

back to december

speak now

dear john

mean

the story of us

never grow up

enchanted

better than revenge

innocent

haunted

last kiss

long live

ours

superman

electric touch

when emma falls in love

i can see you

castles crumbling

foolish one

timeless

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red

state of grace

red

treacherous

i knew you were trouble

all too well

i almost do

we are never ever getting back together

stay stay stay

the last time - james potter x reader x regulus black

holy ground

sad beautiful tragic

the lucky one

everything has changed

starlight

begin again

the moment i knew

come back…be here

girl at home

state of grace

better man

nothing new

babe

message in a bottle

i bet you think about me

forever winter

run

the very first night

safe and sound

all too well (10 min ver)

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1989

welcome to new york

blank space

style

out of the woods

all you had to do was stay

shake it off

i wish you would

bad blood

wildest dreams

how you get the girl

this love

i know places

clean

wonderland

you are in love

new romantics

“slut!”

say don’t go

now that we don’t talk

suburban legends

is it over now?

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reputation

…ready for it?

end game

i did something bad

don’t blame me

delicate

look what you made me do

so it goes�� - draco malfoy x reader

gorgeous

getaway car

king of heart

dancing with our hands tied

dress - harry potter x reader

this is why we can’t have nice things

call it what you want

new year’s day

i don’t wanna live forever

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lover

i forgot that you existed

cruel summer

lover

the man

the archer

i think he knows

miss americana & the heartbreak prince

paper rings

cornelia street

death by a thousand cuts

london boy

soon you’ll get better

false god - harry potter x reader

you need to calm down

afterglow

me!

it’s nice to have a friend

daylight

all of the girls you’ve loved before - james potter

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folklore

the 1

cardigan

the last great american dynasty

exile

my tears ricochet

mirror ball

seven

august

this is me trying

illicit affairs

invisible string

mad women

epiphany

betty

peace

hoax

the lakes

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evermore

willow

champagne problems

gold rush

‘tis the damn season

tolerate it

no body, no crime

happiness - remus lupin x reader x james potter

dorthea

coney island

ivy

cowboy like me

long story short

closure

evermore

right where you left me

it’s time to go

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midnights

lavender haze

maroon - fred weasley x reader

anti hero

snow on the beach

you’re on your own, kid

midnight rain

question…?

vigilante shit

bejeweled

labyrinth

karma

sweet nothing

mastermind

the great war

bigger than the whole sky

paris

high infidelity

glitch

would’ve, could’ve, should’ve

dear reader

hits different

you’re losing me

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the tortured poets department

fortnight

the tortured poets department

my boy only breaks his favorite toys

down bad

so long, london

but daddy i love him

fresh out the slammer

flordia!!!

guilty as sin?

who’s afraid of little old me?

i can fix him (no really i can)

loml

i can do it with a broken heart

the smallest man who ever lived

the alchemy

clara bow

the black dog

imgonnagetyouback

the albatross

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus

how did it end?

so high school

i hate it here

thanK you aImee

i look in peoples windows

the prophecy

cassandra

peter

the bolter

robin

the manuscript

#fear-less

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lipslikethegardensofbabylon · 9 months ago

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#ttpd analysis day seven - Fresh Out The Slammer

this track is one of the most poignant ones to me in the album. it holds a few different emotions, initially hope, then at the end there’s this sort of sadness like the narrator is telling themselves it’ll work simply because it has to. there’s an already weary foreboding in it. like be careful what you wish for. anyway -

the first verse is FULL of callbacks to previous lyrics that help paint a picture:

Another summer, takin' cover / I've loved you three summers now

Rollin' thunder, he don't understand me / called the rain to end our days of wild

Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter / this has a mix of evermore x tolerate it references, even the dinner scene in the ATW short film can be pictured

He was with her in dreams / okay so this lyric i’ve seen some discussion about. to me, it’s a direct reference to sometimes I wonder, when you sleep, are you ever dreaming of me? basically, the narrator once wondered that about the muse, and now the muse is thinking/dreaming about someone else. it could be a different person than the narrator, or even an idealized version of the narrator (like the toy version in MBBHFT). but basically this means that at this point they were checked out of the relationship. in a positive (at the time?) outcome she later says I’m the girl of his American dreams so it sounds like they both have someone else they’re connecting to

Gray and blue and fights and tunnels / blew things out of proportion now you’re blue x I turned around before I hit the tunnel

Handcuffed to the spell I was under / in that lavender haze

For just one hour of sunshine / And now I see daylight, I only see daylight this also references the line in So Long, London a moment of warm sun

Years of labor, locks and ceilings / gold cage, hostage to my feelings x staring at the ceiling with you x drew a map on your bedroom ceiling

In the shade of how he was feelin' / I love this lyric, but basically it’s a general reference to the blue/blues/depression

Camera flashes, welcome bashes / motion capture put me in a bad light

Get the matches, toss the ashes off the ledge / dear reader burn all the files, desert all your past lives

Swirled you into all of my poems / this is another lyric i simply love, it reminds me so much of “I can write you out the way I wrote you in”

okay so all of that brings us to the final verse which, production wise, slows down. it’s like we sped through the past events and arrived at the present. it reminds me so much of folklore, to the house where you still wait up and that porch light gleams / you'd be standin' in my front porch light, and I knew you'd come back to me. the next lyric is where the production slows to almost a stop, like you’re frozen in time there too. the children’s swings makes me think of seven, but the imaginary rings feels like a reference to invisible string. now before y’all come at me, i feel this especially bc of the swirled you into all of my poems like, works can be inspired from different experienced and different people, and i think over time, looking back, they can take on different meanings too depending on the eyes and ears taking it in. i love how she sings the ending but there is such an uneasy sadness considering how hopeful the song starts off. it’s kind of like throughout the song she’s excitedly telling everyone it’s gonna be all right and then at the end she’s trying to convince herself of that

#taylor swift #words of mine #ttpd #ttpd analysis #ttpd minutes

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smittyryker · 8 years ago

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One (Gally)

Gally x Reader: “You think I love her? I don’t” & “You look different. In a good way, I just- Wow.”

This was meant to be out yesterday but I was having a bit of a writer’s block with this imagine and needed a short break (it’s over, I’m ready to write nonstop now). Requested by @umpeters, I hope you all like it!

Every since you were sent up to the Glade, Gladers you had never even spoken to had gone ballistic; Even the ones you were beginning to get along with.

Most of the time, their hostility made you want to yell ‘It’s really refreshing for me to know you all care enough to make me feel including in the group,’ in the most sticky, sarcastic tone you could muster up. But, you were well aware you couldn’t do that. Not with leaders that threatened you every forty seconds, no matter how miniscule the cost. It was infuriating.

You butt heads constantly with a few of them, including Newt, Minho, and some others that don’t piss you off enough to even consider thinking about too much.

Sure, Newt wasn’t a bad guy, but his itch for making sure the Glade was oh-so-perfect was utterly ridiculous, whether or not it made him a good leader. And his accusations always included you.

With Minho, you weren’t sure about his exact intent, but nonstop reluctance for accepting your existence in the Glade ensured he wouldn’t be one of your good ol’ chums. Not in the Glade, or any other lifetime.

Getting out of bed was becoming more tiring than staying awake for a full forty-eight hours. It was constant nagging from the Gladers, pressing their fingers to your skin accusingly and demanding for answers you didn’t have.

It was beyond stupid.

If you were a boy, no one would have anything to say about it; but you simply must be a girl mastermind working with the Creators! Someone who was five steps ahead of the Gladers. Someone who tricked their sorry asses, because they could never truly place the acts of pure insanity you were fit to ignite.

It didn’t even seem like your own problem at this point. You had as much reason to take down each Glader as any of them did. But you remembered no such thing. Well, no klunk. Nobody else did either, but your female genitalia apperently meant you were hiding something.

Beads of sweat dripped down your face. You wiped them away, a yawn escaping your tired lips. Your bottom unconfortably sat down on log, but plopping down to take a minute-long rest was too good to be true.

“Who gave you the break?” Gally asked nonchalantly, though his snarkiness wasn’t lost in his voice. It was loud and clear.

“Myself, now shuck off, will you? It feels like it’s a hundred degrees, and your hot-head isn’t making it any cooler.”

Usually, you didn’t snap at people like that, but you didn’t think twice about it. It was Gally. Who gives a klunk.

Gally smirked, an ungenuine laugh coming out of his mouth gruffly. “Listen, kid. In case you didn’t notice, we have work to do.”

“Then do it,” you mumbled through gritted teeth.

He snickered and shook his head. “You’re crazy for saying what you just did to me.” His eyes flicked up to meet yours, his fake smile slipping off his lips. “Really shuck crazy.”

You rolled your eyes, lids heavying as you did so. “Gally, please,” you muttered, wiping some more wetness from your chin onto your shirt.

He looked at you with an expression you had never seen him wear. Was it regret? No- Agitation?

He exhaled loudly. “I-uh, just-” He didn’t speak for a while, looking down at his hands as he dusted them off on his shorts. “Tired.”

You smiled at him— mostly in shock as to how you impossibly made the Glader stop talking— and shrugged, getting up. “Good talk,” you answered as you began to work, tending to the tomato plants, away from the boy.

That was one of the good days. Usually, the Gladers sent you to fetch fertilizer alone; leaves and small sticks often getting stuck in your considerably long locks. It was just another thing that held you back, the fact you had to take out all the twigs when you should have been back by now.

So, naturally, when you had good days, they were cherished.

Gally’s gaze stayed on the only girl in the Glade, humming quietly to himself. He almost felt bad for her. No one really spoke to her like a real person, all because of the theories surrounding her name.

Of course, Gally wasn’t a saint, though; everyone knew it. He believed the rumors for a long time, hating, almost despising the female.

But finally communicating with the girl, he realized she was just irritated at the Glade and it’s inhabitants’ mindsets as he. It were a breath of fresh air.

But in a way that was so utterly Gally fashion, he pushed the conflicting messages in his brain and kept himself from thinking about them. And went on being an asshole.

Speaking to Gally was a part of your day that didn’t anger you beyond belief; moreso relaxed you. For any other Glader, the opposite was the case. In fact, you often visited the only person you managed to tolerate. You saw him waltz to the Medjack hut, maybe to yell at one of the boys, and set off to see him as soon as you were given your measley break.

But once you heard a piece of their conversation, you refrained from opening the door. Instead, you listened, which you should have known was a giant mistake.

“So, you talk to the girl. Mmm. Real cute, Gally. I gotta say it.”

Gally scoffed. “You think I love her? I don’t.”

You didn’t know exactly why, but the words stung like salt on a cut. His tone was casual for him; Gravelly; but the words left a bad taste in your mouth.

You wanted to be alone more than you wanted a bandage for your lousy finger, walking towards your hut with a stoney expression. You were indifferent as to why the Gladers bothered making one for you. Throwing you in the slammer to sleep in would meet their needs; Being away from you at all times that weren’t required.

The Medjack looked at Gally with narrowed eyes. “I didn’t say ‘love.’ You did.” Jeff smirked. “But damn, don’t be so harsh,” he added pragmatically.

He didn’t respond to him. What was the point? Gally knew sure as hell that he wasn’t going to pour his heart out to a random Glader he didn’t give three klunks about. And even if he did, there wasn’t anything else to dicuss with Jeff.

Seeing Gally the next few days, you pretended not to hear what he had said.

Your conversations continued, but your mind was always set on the things that fell from his lips just days before. It were almost causing you pain to talk to him. Almost.

But Gally was single-handedly your support system, no matter how stinging he was around the other Gladers.

It was one large steps up from searching for fertilizer in the woods.

It had become the job you did the most now. It were an easy opportunity for the Gladers to make you feel like absolute klunk.

The job screwed with your exterior confidence, too; afraid of coming out with some stems and crunchy leaves in your hair. Even in your hut at night, it took up to twenty minutes picking out the hard-to-see sticks.

It were a gloomy day. You knew in your heart you couldn’t take much more of those.

You stood in front your mirror, scissors in your hands and hair in between your fingers. There was no more time to contemplate your feelings; for you might bail out of your pre-made decision. So you cut, chopped, and snipped until going to the dirty Deadheads wouldn’t be such a problem anymore.

Besides, you kind of liked the hair at the end.

As a plus side, maybe the boys would see you as less of a girl; though you hated to demean yourself with the thought.

But you had to test the theory.

You stepped out into the Glade, hoping some of the Gladers wouldn’t even recognize you or a moment. Just praying they wouldn’t let their possible harsh comments dig into your skin.

Newt did a double-take when he saw you, limping over with a prominent brow. “You- cut your hair? Why?” He asked, genuine confusion laced in the words.

“Easier to be in the Deadheads this way,” you informed, pointing an index finger up at your hair. “Less branches get caught.”

Newt looked rather uninterested once he heard your explanation and curtly nodded, turning and checking up on other Gladers. You couldn’t supress an eyeroll. Every reaction would be like this, you thought.

Some Gladers screamed words hazed with confusion, others just pointed, drawing attention. You huffed as you took your place in the Kitchen, where you liked to go when Frypan was on his break. It brought pure peace, quiet, and the boys didn’t assume you were flaking on your job.

“Tired?” Gally questioned, a grin evident in the way he spoke. He wasn’t facing you. You squirmed as you sat, anticipating his reaction.

Before you could even answer, though, his head snapped around and his mouth fell agape as his eyes traced your hairstyle. His facial expression was unreadable.

This time, you didn’t falter, continuing to meet his gaze as if nothing had changed.

“You look different. In a good way, I just- Wow.”

Slight astonishment flooded through your system. Did someone compliment you? And it was Gally, nonetheless.

“I do?” You asked lamely, your fingers combing through your hair. “This?” You gestured to the new style you accomplished.

He nodded. His eyes were fixated on your locks, causing your eyes to divert to the Watchtower awkwardly. “Nice of you to say,” you breathed, unsure of what was unfolding.

Gally cleared his throat, walking past you. “Well, I’ll see you around, then.”

It didn’t suprise you how quick he was to back down from the compliment.

Laying in your bed made your mind race about your encounter with Gally, and you wanted to slam bricks against your skull when you replayed how you reacted in your head.

The next time you saw him, things would be different.

You stood out by the Deadheads, giving you bad memories, but Gally was in your view. You walked up to the boy and tip-toed up to tap his shoulder. He turned around, his angry features collapsing when he noticed it was you.

“Thanks for the, uh, hair thing,“ you started to get it over with.

“What?”

“The compliment,” you uttered quietly. His lips formed a soft smile, nodding his head vertically. In mere seconds, though, his smile had faded.

“The one you shot me down for?” He asked, annoyance thin in his voice; but you weren’t convinced that it were in earnest. “I remember.”

You twirled around to stand beside him. “I never shot down anyone,” you said in a matter-of-fact tone. He laughed bitterly.

“Yeah, you did,” he insisted.

Despite him telling you he felt rejected, you were confused as to how. It made some sense, considering Gally’s painfully wretched ego, but responding with Nice of you to say isn’t the worst thing you could have replied with.

“Well, ‘m sorry.”

He faced you this time. One of his eyebrows was narrowed downwards, the other was poking upwards— showing confusion in his appearance. “If you’re so tired of everyone treating you like crap, you should just start going with me.”

“Going with you?”

He didn’t directly answer your question. “I’m just saying. If we were a thing, all of these Gladers would be kissing the ground you walked on.”

You scoffed, slightly offended. “You think I’d use you like that?”

His eyes rolled so far back you could almost only see the whites until he caught sight of your face again. “It isn’t using if I want you to.”

This time, confuzzlement crowded over you for a brief second. Then, you relaxed and allowed yourself to answer calmly.

“You–”

Before you could get two words out, Gally was already cutting you off. “I like you, if that was what you were going to ask.”

It hit you like a wave, and suddenly you weren’t intimidated by the Builder like everyone else was. You were intrigued.

You didn’t realize, but you were stepping closer to him; a soft smile on your face. “Are you–”

Gally reached for your hand and pulled, making your chest collide with his. His arm slid down to hold you against him. “Shake ‘no’ or shake ‘yes,’” he instructed. “Do you want to be with me, or don’t you? I’m sure you know which motions go with which answer.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, but you found yourself nodding the exasperation away.

Gally grinned and brought your forehead to his lips, leaving a sweet peck. His face stayed close to yours, lips brushing together as he spoke. “Good.”

His lips found yours, filling the empty whole you had in you for some time. You pulled him closer, but in a matter of seconds, his mouth was to himself and himself only.

“Unfortunate that no one saw us. They’d know what you deserve if they did.” Despite his unusually syrupy tone, you didn’t roll your eyes this time.

#tmr gally #gally imagine #gally imagines #tmr #tmr imagine #tmr imagines #the maze runner #the maze runner imagine #the maze runner imagines

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