#i mean 'how's one to know i'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones in a faith-forgotten land'?????

[cedric-k-rossignol]

how’s one to know? i'd live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time my house of stone, your i v y grows and now I'm covered in you

[hooked-on-elvis]

Dear prince charming,

The 20th and 21st century people who heard about you, one way or another, all of them can feel you were different in more ways than artistically. There is certainly something special about you, something precious... nobody can deny that... but some people tend to be satisfied with what's on the surface, with cheap gossip, mean rumors and whatever "looks like". It pains me when they talk badly about you, E. They don't know a thing, those fools. But rest assure, E, because the Elvis army got your back, King. Many of us are restless in defending your honor and the sweet soul you had. Unfortunately, many of the "outsiders" will never understand what was that thing that drew people to you so easily and why you are so loved worldwide. Their loss.

(Yes, that's how I see you dressed in that suit...)

I have so many things to say...

Another thing I'd like you to know it that although I drool over you daily, on your exquisite Greek god-like exterior, your unbelievable beauty, hypnotizing smile, tender and shiny blue eyes with a twinkle of mischief, the darkest velvety raven-black hair, your flashy fashion style, the tantalizing way you moved or the powerful baritone voice that you carried and that bristles my skin every single day, none of this is what turned me into an admirer in the first place. It's in your mind and your heart, dear El. That's where the real treasure was kept in you, under all the layers of goodness on the surface.

One thing I know is, one way or another, that beautiful light you were born with and chose to face the challenge and share it with us in your previous life is still cherished. The stories about you bring us comfort, laughter, knowledge, life lessons... Keep us together, make us believe. You helped us in so many ways with the talent you knew God gave for a purpose. One of the most beautiful things was when I learned how worried you were in figuring out your life's purpose, by the way. You did it, El. You did it brilliantly, dear.

There's that song you sang, "Well, you're right, and I'm left all alone, all alone..." Since I became your fan, at the same time I feel I found a friend in you and felt the happiest I've had in years, 'cause it feels like you calmed a storm that I had inside for over a decade, I also find myself crying over how much I miss you, about not ever having the chance to meet you in real life. Every day I wonder where you are and if you're happy... if you finally found peace, the way you deserve. I wonder if you're working up there with God, as the angel I'm positive you are right now, or if you've reincarnated yet (that's one possibility I don't dismiss, just like you didn't dismiss it). I wonder if your sweet soul, yet in another possibility, is way up there... healing and learning... even after all these years since you left this earth, preparing your spirit for another high purpose, maybe to become a spiritual guide, a tool in God's plans, a soldier of the Lord (even as a man, in flesh in bones, you were already helping God's cause anyway, so I believe your work is still in motion in heaven). It's crazy to think about all of that, I know. You know, the other day, over a year ago, I had a crazy experience as I was waking up in which I only heard your voice and I felt a very warm and tender presence next to my bed. I didn't see anything but somehow I knew you were there smiling at me. I didn't even get the chance to see your face but as I was listening to "Green, Green Grass of Home" recorded by you in the 70s, I heard something I can only describe as a whisper but it wasn't. It was like you were sending me a message I could understand, very softly and tender, telling me you were up in heaven with your mom and daddy and that you were happy. I'll never forget that... I wish that is the truth, El. I had the impression you were in peace, really. It warms me to remember that little moment. Every time I listen to that song again I feel so happy! So if it was you for real, thank you. I needed that.

You'll never be forgotten.

We still benefit from the light you shared, sweet El.

You're our little firefly, our little lighthouse, our little crazy, the goofiest, tenderest, prettiest, funniest little friend. Thank you so much for giving us more reason to smile, to let loose, to have fun, to love, to keep having faith.

Happy heavily birthday, King. ♡ We love you.

[pacificwaternymph]

angst ask angst ask angst ask

either 21 or 47 for witchcraft flower husbands? i know it's not going to be canon but i know you love them and i love agreeing (and wc scott is just perfect for any angst)

Figured I'd just combine these <3 Anyway you guys are making me vibrate in my seat so here we go.

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"Scott?"

Scott barely dared to breathe.

He was there. He was right there, standing in the middle of the circle, the same as he had been the morning of the day he died.

There was no gaping hole in his chest, no blood or tear in his clothing, no burnt hair or broken bones. His hair, golden in a way Scott's hadn't been in a very long time, was decorated by a crown of poppies. He still wore his wedding ring around his ring finger.

"Jimmy" Scott breathed. He'd dreamed of this day for years, plotted over and over how it would go, what he would say. Yet in the face of his love, his husband, all his words left him. His vision started to blur.

"Scott- is that- is that really you?" Jimmy took a step forward, hesitant. "Where am I? What are we doing here?"

Scott opened his mouth, to say something, or do something, he was right there why couldn't he say anything-

"Jimmy." He repeated, forcing the name past the lump in his throat. He stared up at the other man with a reverence from his position on his knees, drained from everything the spell had taken from him.

He wasn't really there. Scott didn't have Jimmy's body, nor did he have a body suitable to attach his spirit to. He didn't have the resources, the time, or the power to bring him back fully, not yet anyway. He still needed more.

But he'd found a spell. A way to contact someone from the other side, to speak with them, if only for a short time. And it had worked.

Because Jimmy's apparition was standing right there, at the edge of the spell circle, still looking hopelessly lost and confused. Of course, he had no idea what was going on. One second he'd been in his afterlife, and the next he'd been dragged through the veil to the land of the living. It was bound to be disorienting.

He needed Scott to explain everything. But he still found himself speechless, watching the beloved form of his husband as he waited for a response.

"Scott- you're- you're starting to scare me." Jimmy brought one hand up to rub his forearm. And no, that was wrong. Jimmy shouldn't fear him. His husband should never fear anything from him. "What happened to you? Why do you look so..."

Scott blinked, and looked down at himself. Yes, he supposed that he did look different than he had when Jimmy was still alive. His hair for one thing. But that was likely the least startling change.

Scott felt shame flush his cheeks. He was a hollow mess, an empty shell of the person he once was. The bags under his eyes had grown so dark that he feared they wouldn't go away with a week's worth of sleep. Decay spread up his arms and in the ground beneath him. He was ragged and torn, little more than a husk.

"I..." Scott dragged his eyes up to meet Jimmy's. He forced himself to his feet, ignoring the way he swayed as he stood upright and pain burst between his eyes. "You're here. You're really here."

"Where is here?" Jimmy asked desperately. He tried to reach out, to help steady Scott, but his hand bounced off an invisible barrier, white light flaring up around the edges of the circle. Just another downside to the spell--the person inside could not leave, and the caster could not enter.

"You're-" Scott flinched at the scratchy sound of his own voice. "I've brought you back."

"Brought me... back?" Jimmy shook his head bewildered. Scott couldn't meet his eyes, but after a few moments, they widened. "You don't mean-"

"Not permanently." Scott hurried to clarify. "Not yet. I... I'm not strong enough yet." He stared at the palms of his hands, nearly overtaken by rot. Jimmy followed his gaze, and his expression turned horrified.

Scott couldn't help but curl in on himself at the way his husband looked at him. But he understood. It was horrifying, and he'd long since grown used to people looking at him like that. It never bothered him, in fact, he reveled in their disgust.

But... he never thought about what would happen if he looked at him like that. He couldn't handle it. The one that he'd done all this for, the reason he'd become a necromancer in the first place, was staring at him like the monster that he was.

Scott had to convince him. He had to show Jimmy that he was still his Scott, that nothing had changed. He was still just as devoted to him, he would never turn a hand to harm him. He would rather plunge a sword through his own neck then allow anything to happen to him ever again.

He clenched his fists and lowered them, returning his gaze to Jimmy's gorgeous brown eyes.

"But I will. I've been chosen, Jimmy. I'm competing to become the next Supreme Witch. And when I win, I will finally have everything I need to bring you back for good. Then everything will be as it once was."

He clasped his hands together in a pleading motion, practically begging Jimmy to understand. To not be scared. To not be disgusted by the wretched creature he had become.

But Jimmy didn't look scared or repulsed. He looked sad.

"Oh, my love..." His voice ached, in a way that Scott had never heard it before. He felt his breath catch in his throat as Jimmy put a hand up to the force field that kept them separate. "What have you done to yourself?"

Scott broke. A sob escaped his throat, and he reached up cover his eyes, cover his weakness. But then- why? Why was he hiding it? This was Jimmy. His husband. His beloved. He'd never judge Scott for such things as crying.

Scott placed his hand on the barrier, right over Jimmy's. His head thunked forward against it, the tears continuing to pour, dripping onto the soft dirt below him and disappearing.

"I love you," he whispered. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

And he was. He was sorry that Jimmy had died. Sorry that Jimmy had to see him like this, in this worn state. Sorry for everything he'd sacrificed to get to this point, and for all the things he would have to sacrifice to continue. Sorry that he wasn't strong enough yet, sorry that he hadn't already won the trials.

"I love you too." Jimmy bent over slightly so that he could see Scott's eyes. "Can you look at me?"

Of course he could. He would do anything Jimmy asked of him, no matter the cost. Scott forced himself to look up, sniffled and swiped at his eyes to try to get himself to stop being such an embarrassment.

"I love you, Scott. More than words could ever express." Scott opened his mouth to say it back, say it a thousand times, anything to prove that he could still be the lover Jimmy deserved. But Jimmy held up a hand to silence him. "But I don't want you to bring me back."

Scott felt the floor drop out from underneath him.

"What...?" He felt like he couldn't breathe.

"Move on, Scott," Jimmy pleaded. "Find someone else. Don't stay hung up on me forever. Please."

"No." No, no no no. He couldn't. He'd spent so long trying to bring Jimmy back. He'd wasted away for years, searching for answers. He'd done too much, sacrificed too much. "I can't."

"Yes you can." Jimmy smiled sadly. "You don't need me. You can find meaning in your life elsewhere."

"I don't want to." Scott couldn't give up now. Not when he was so close to figuring it out. "Jimmy, I- I'm too far gone. I can't let go, I'm sorry. I- I have to do this. I have to prove that- that I'm still-"

Still what?

Still a good person? He'd passed that threshold a long time ago. Still worthy of Jimmy's love? No, of course he wasn't. He hadn't been even when they first met, and he certainly wasn't now.

But then what? What was he trying to prove? Who was he trying to prove it to?

"You deserve happiness, Scott. I don't want to be the reason you stay miserable forever."

"You wouldn't say that if you knew everything I've done."

And oh, there it was. This was a punishment. This was his self inflicted atonement for allowing Jimmy to die in the first place. An impossible task that had seemed so far out of reach when he first started. But now he was mere steps away from the finish line, and he'd actually begun to hope.

So perhaps it was fitting that this was where he would have it ripped away from him.

"I don't know. And I don't care. There is nothing you could do that would make me think any less of you, Scott. I do love you, and I always will. But my time has passed. I don't belong here anymore. Please, do yourself a favor and let me go."

Scott could barely hear him anymore over the ringing in his ears. Let go. He'd heard those words so many times, from so many different people. Cleo, Eloise, Delilah. Each and every one of them had told him what Jimmy was saying now. But he'd brushed them off, and now look where he was.

The light emanating from the runes on the ground started to fade, and Jimmy's solid form turned translucent. He was fading, and quickly, but Scott wasn't ready yet. There was still so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to do.

Jimmy noticed it too. "Petal?" Scott snapped back to attention. "Win that competition. Become supreme witch. And then forget I ever existed. Be happy. Live your life to its fullest. I'll see you in the afterlife."

Scott felt the tears anew. He didn't say anything, didn't do anything. He just stood there as his love vanished once more, leaving him alone.

As soon as the last of the light disappeared, and the chalk blew away in the wind, he fell to his knees, and sobbed until the sun came up.

[reds-ultrakill-brainrot]

I Had Been Lost to You, Sunlight

gabriel & reader relationship fic

x reader content (read platonic or romantic) any explicitely romantic headcanons will be orange

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pre act 1

- it starts with chance, heaven's favourite angel is a busy man but you seem to linger in his mind after the first meeting - he takes more interest once he realises you mean him no harm, why are you in hell? all questions to be answered with time and probably less tact then one would want - it would be your curiosity in him that would cause him to pause, he was always a tool, hell's judge and hand of the father, but to you he was just Gabriel. he had never thought as to what hobbies he had, does he have hobbies? - here would be his introduction to his first hobby, by you no less. the organ was a tad unruly, missplayed keys ring loud in the hall. he couldn't explain why, but he found himself putting substancial hours into practicing before he sought you out again - he’s a bit of a neat freak with his armour, and don’t even think you’re getting him to take any off, it will be a quiet day in hell before that happens - he isnt exactly sure how one goes about making friends with someone, prepare for some very odd attempts at gift giving or shared activities (basically you're getting a bible, or maybe specific passages he has hilighted for you) - he has an inlking of a feeling that he cares for you more than others, but he refuses to think further into it lest he be tempted into sin post act 1

- you would not see him for a substancial amount of time, enough that it was you who had to seek him out, it was in the hall you had taught him organ in where he sat, armoured head facing heaven. you join him, lacking the words to join his prayers, but nonetheless joined in prayer with him- for him - you had never seen him shaken so, the moment doesn't last but settles in your memory. he speaks first, neglecting to mention the council's decision but you can tell something had gone wrong. - its here you first physically comfort him, he doesn't know how to react to the hug, stiff in his posture. its here that sliver of realisation hits him, he cares about you strongly - i'd love to say the angel had a positive reaction, but after failing the council and the impending hour of his light leaving him, the idea that he not only failed god with his actions but also his thoughts broke him - he leaves almost instantly, yet again you are left with no explanation. so you leave. in all this time you had never considered him immature, and you wouldn't treat him as such. he would come when he was ready - when he decides to talk you are met with a letter first, he's embarrased at his own behaviour and uses the spare minutes to work out his thoughts - he wouldn't consider himself innocent by any means, he had dealt with the filth of hell personally, but he finds his previous tutelige lacking in education on these matters - he finds his first words are an apology, and despite his previous insistence in keeping what happened to himself he finds his failure to the council leaving his mouth soon after, however neglecting his nearing demise - the next hour or so is spent in the hall, the two of you sitting on the steps. he's quick to inform you about V1, frustration palpable as he describes the machine's crusade through hell - you offer to pray for him, something that takes him off guard. offers of prayer had only ever been meant as platitude, but you genuinely mean it - there you both sit, this time with you leading the prayer. your words lack the refined practice of his own but he finds an underlying passion that reknews his spirit post act 2 (spoilers)

- you automatically know something is off when Gabriel doesn't seek you out, this time you do seek him out. this isn't about wanting answers or waiting for him to compose himself, you have a bone deep sense of wrong plaguing your thoughts - you find him (you're more sure he lets you find him), swords across his hands and head hung low. he doesn't notice you approaching. the blood clinging to his blades is fresh, glowing charcoal of a near-dead fireplace shining off the fluid, a trail of his misdeeds stain his gauntlets and boots - you don't share words, his silent righteous anger speaks leagues. he seems to soften after noticing you, but there is a lingering emotion that weights on his appreciation of your company - in a startling moment of vulnerability he invites you closer, swords returned to their scabbards, the room beside him on the grass soon filled by you - night walks itself across the sky above you and for this moment Gabriel regrets his earlier actions. he prompts you to rest, your head gentle on his shoulder. gentle. he thinks to himself you are the one being in heaven and hell that has treated him so - his death approaches, each minute his grip on reality wavers, his hand meeting and lacing with your own as he uses his other to write - you awake as you would before, alone. a final letter, handwriting progressively sloppier, sits in your hand

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hi again, thanks for the interaction with my last post, i'm stoked people are enjoying this. this format is a little different than last time, more of a fic told through headcanons. i'd love to know what people prefer or if i should title this differently

[lipslikethegardensofbabylon]

#ttpd analysis day nine - Guilty As Sin?

there are not enough words to convey how in love i am with the repeated motif of love being a religion. ex, sacred prayer i was there, stained glass windows in my mind, we bless the rains on Cornelia street, lord save me, etc etc etc. it’s difficult to neatly identify all of the lyrics this track parallels but the two primary songs are False God and ivy. this is one of my fave tracks she’s ever done and my only hot take is that this should’ve been a track 13. without further ado -

drowning in the Blue Nile - this line is genius for all of the implications, yes it’s a band, it’s also that (continued) metaphor for depression (ocean wave blues, I’m with you even if it makes me blue, etc), and in discussing with @aslowmotionlovepotion she also said denial is not just a river in egypt

falling back into the hedge maze is one of my favorite lyrics, there’s something so deeply romantic to me about falling (or as she says, crashing) fully into someone and getting tangled up/lost in the feelings. if you follow the imagery and previous tracks she basically describes being lost at sea, clinging (even white knuckling) the raft, and it’s almost like she comes to shore and enters this Alice in Wonderland type labyrinth as partially a reprieve but there’s also this residual guilt (am I allowed to cry?). I just love the imagery; she describes something lush and green when she could’ve described it more clinically like a chess game as she did in Dear John. idk it just speaks volumes to me. continuing with the lush imagery, the song parallels a lot of ivy

one slip and falling back into the hedge maze /your ivy grows and now I'm covered

oh, what a way to die, I keep recalling things we never did/I'd live and die for moments that we stole

my boredom’s bone-deep/I’d meet you where the spirit meets the bones

these fatal fantasies/I wish to know the fatal flaw

If it’s make believe/I can’t stop you putting roots in my dreamland

what if I roll the stone away/my house of stone

it’s a fire, it’s a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it/my sheets are ablaze

also the religious imagery and the False God (my other beloved) parallels are just

throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks/we were stupid to jump in the ocean separating us

oh, what a way to die/remember how I said I'd die for you?

why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?/we might just get away with it

religion's in your lips/messy top lip kiss

the altar is my hips/what if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh?

what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?/I know heaven's a thing, I go there when you touch me

I choose you and me religiously/even if it's a false god, we'd still worship this love

I keep these longings locked in lowercase, inside a vault could be directly referring to folkmore. it could also be journal entries, poetry, or woodvale! (jk about the last part, lol). but i think the most obvious connection would be to loml on the same album, there are also religious lyrics within that track, but in going through the album I’m trying not to fully discuss later tracks until it’s their turn in the tracklist.

i also want to include this little bit

"La petite mort", from French: Small death, is an expression meaning "short loss or weakening of consciousness / consciousness".

it’s interesting considering the sex/orgasm euphemism and how closely it follows the repeated glimmers of death in Guilty As Sin? these fatal fantasies/building up like waves crashing over my grave/oh, what a way to die/they're gonna crucify me anyway

ending it with the dreamy am I allowed to cry? also reminds me of gold rush which “takes place inside a single daydream where you get lost in thought for a minute and then snap out of it”

[gyokujyn]

playlist title: no grave can hold my body down

bet.

I got this prompt and then immediately got pneumonia, so I haven't been conscious enough to actually write out a post well, but I have been working on this slowly. I made a hard rule of no Hozier for this one, but then I couldn't decide if I wanted to do a themed list or one of those playlists where the titles spell out the phrase. So... I did both.

Oh, I'm'a write it out for ya is the playlist that spells out the phrase, "no grave can hold my body down" but to make it a little more challenging, every song here is a(n obsessive) love song. I feel like this one is actually pretty straightforward, so I'm not going into detail here about the choices.

no grave can hold my body down is an anthology, of sorts, a playlist of ballads and bops about many different people and creatures who could not be held by their graves. More details about each of the tracks are under the cut.

Track 1 - Ain't No Grave by Johnny Cash

a man vows he will be called from his grave to the final battle between Heaven and Hell, having been made an angel

Well, meet me, Jesus, meet me Meet me in the middle of the air And if these wings don't fail me I will meet you anywhere Ain't no grave can hold my body down

Track 2 - The Curse by Josh Ritter

the love story between a woman and the deathless creature which subsists on her love for him

She asked, "Are you cursed?" He says, "I think that I'm cured" Then he kissed her and hoped That she'd forget that question

Track 3 - The Woods by San Fermin

a boy is lured into the woods where his body is buried, but he doesn't stay there

The nights are lovely, dark, and deep But I'll appear when you're asleep You'll wake up with a sudden hurt With mouth and nose all full of dirt We went, the two of us into The woods behind the little school Yeah, I'm still buried in the mud Skin and bones, and brains and blood

Track 4 - My Body is a Cage by Peter Gabriel

perhaps more figurative than the previous tracks, this song talks about being trapped in a body and culminates in the release of both the spirit and the body

My body is a cage That keeps me from dancing with the one I love [...] My body is a cage We take what we're given Just because you've forgotten Doesn't mean you're forgiven [...] I realize I'm dancing with the one I love [...] Set my spirit free Set my body free

Track 5 - Dead Man's Hand by Lord Huron

the narrator buries a dead man who begs not to be laid down in a grave

"I know how to live, I don't know how to die, And there ain't no thrills in the afterlife So lift me up out of here, my friend, And I'll wander the night 'til the ages end." Lit by the moon, he walked through the sand, And he waved "goodbye" with his dead man's hand.

Track 6 - From the Ashes by ILLENIUM, Skylar Grey

pulling from the legend of the Phoenix, the narrator doesn't fear death because they will rise from the ashes

I would rather die Than for things to stay this way [...] You wanna burn down everything in sight I'm not afraid of a little fire So light your matches And I will rise from the ashes

Track 7 - A Woman Scorned by Jordan Reyne

a woman scorns her husband, once lost at sea, for returning to her a dead man

"Don't weep for me love" says your ruin faced form like I'd pine for a man who has failed me. Still I find myself wound in your seafarers clothes, and breathing the scent of your whiskey. So give me your hand, as the sea gives you breath, and you rise back up out of the salty. oh you stink like the dead, but it's what we both are and the least you can do is come with me.

Track 8 - Dance in the Graveyards by Delta Rae

why lie in your grave when you can dance in the graveyard?

When I die, I don't wanna rest in peace I wanna dance in joy I wanna dance in the graveyards

Track 9 - Love Don't Die by The Fray

a vow is made that regardless of what is done to their body, the singer will never leave their love's side

A thousand years go by But love don't die If I know one thing, that's true It's that I'm never leaving you [...] You can break it up (up) You can burn it down (down) You can box it in (in) Bury it in the ground You can close it off (off) You can turn it away (away) Try to keep it down (down) Six feet in the ground But love don't die

Track 10 - embodi3d by Montaigne

you cannot kill me in a way that matters

I'll make you a slave (slave, slave), or a zombie Come on be my grave (grave, grave, grave) like a phoenix, I'll- Rise (I wanna rise) I wanna find a body I, I wanna be embodi3d

[bakerstreethound]

🎻Send me a song 🎻 I’ll analyze it and tell you what fictional it reminds me of and the scenario that comes to my mind.  Ivy by Taylor Swift!

When I looked at the lyrics for this song, I immediately thought of Emily the Corpse Bride. There's a haunting quality to it that fits her well, I think.

Tangled in Ivy

Is it too early for spooky season? I say no! I adore this movie so much and I hope you like this little scenario. I let my imagination take hold, so I went more from the feeling the lyrics gave me instead of their actual interpreted meaning. With that said, this is only my interpretation of a TSwift song.

How's one to know? I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones, in a faith-forgotten land. In from the snow, your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished, but so grand. 

At first these lines remind me so much of before Victor unknowingly places his ring on Emily’s finger, but also adds to the mystery and intrigue of her tale. SHe sees his glowing humaness as something she finds to crave, wanting him and loving him since her life was stolen from her much too soon. 

And the old widow goes to the stone every day, but I don't, I just sit here and wait, grieving for the living. Oh, goddamn, my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand. Taking mine but it's been promised to another. Oh, I can't. Stop you putting roots in my dreamland. My house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I'm covered in you

For a little while, Emily finds herself wandering the land of the living but knows she doesn’t belong and if her heart were still in the empty cavern of her chest, she’d feel it breaking and shattering all over again. Seeing Victor with Victoria makes her relize all she could have had and lost, but she feels an odd sort of peace stemming from it. In the end, it’s not to decide who should love you or not, she loved him, but he was not hers.  

How's one to know? I'd live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time. So tell me to run or dare to sit and watch what we'll become, and drink my husband's wine

Then, there’s Victor years later finding himself thinking of the lonely corpse whom he mistakingly married and almost died for. He dreams of another ourcome time and time again and all that blurs his visions are red, blood falling from the sky cursing him for making a decision he didn’t want to do. Sometimes fate had a cruel sense of humor. But in the end, his beloved Victoria saw him through life, yet sometimes in the horizon he’ll see a ghost, a shadow beckoning him to the woods, a whisper of a time long forgotten and it sets his mind alight with intrigue. 

So yeah, it's a fire. It's a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it, you started it. So yeah, it's a war. It's the goddamn fight of my life, and you started it. You started it. now I'm covered in you

Then, when he’s in bed in the safety of Victoria’s embrace, he finds his eyes wandering still to the woods beyond, faint echoes following the wake of floorboards creaking. If he looked hard enough, outside among the eves of the trees, frosty blue butterflies, incandescent flutter in the horizon, beckoning, whispering him to come home at last. 

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[ambriel-angstwitch]

Ivy through the lens of Morgwen

How's one to know? I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones In a faith forgotten land

Ok this makes me think of when they meet in the woods in season 5 they meet in a place where so many have died and by being there even somewhat against her will Guinevere has betrayed Arthur’s faith in her.

In from the snow Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow Tarnished but so grand

They are the light of each others life and bring forth strong emotions (the two meanings of incandescent). It becomes a tarnished love though because after Morgause’s influence and the subsequent betrayal Morgana they no longer can hold each other as they once did. Or you can argue that according to Uther their love would have always been tarnished as to be with a servant would detract from the value of Morgana. Either way though their love had been grand.

And the old widow goes to the stone every day. But I don't, I just sit here and wait Grieving for the living

After Morgana’s betrayal Guinevere lost her love but there is no grave to visit and in a way she’s forever left waiting. Similarily Morgana is the the same way except she has more belief that Gwen could come to her side.

Oh, goddamn My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand. Taking mine, but it's been promised to another.

The loved one tries to take some of the pain they hold it in their hand, but the wording of a freezing hand is amazing because that can often be something uncomfortable so that can mean though they try to help the other they cause them discomfort instead. In a way they can both fit this role never really being able to create what the other needs. Morgana as the kings ward (and daughter though people don’t know that) was likely intended to be married off to someone and Guinevere was destined to marry Arthur but yet they take each others hands.

Oh, I can't. Stop you putting roots in my dreamland. My house of stone, your ivy grows. And now I'm covered in you

They cling to each other. They love each other so much but they are destroying each others plans. Guinevere can never get that soft life she’d dreamed they might have as Morgana won’t let go of her bitterness and realize better plans and Morgana can’t convince Guinevere to join her side of the fight as she cares for many people in Camelot

I wish to know The fatal flaw that makes you long to be Magnificently cursed

They both wish to know what makes the other wish to be with them despite never getting to truly be together. Well they both love each other it is a curse to be forced to hide it. Also brings to mind Morgana’s magic it could be considered a curse and Gwen as most people in Camelot don’t understand that it’s not always a choice so she would wonder why she decided to take on magic.

He's in the room. Your opal eyes are all I wish to see. He wants what's only yours

You could describe Morgana’s eyes as Opal as like Opals Morgana’s eyes can appear Blue or Green and even Gold (Opals have even more colors but Morgana’s eyes are limited to that)

Clover blooms in the fields Spring breaks loose, the time is near What would he do if he found us out? Crescent moon, coast is clear Spring breaks loose, but so does fear He's gonna burn this house to the ground

I know on the original context him is the woman’s husband but in this analysis it’s Uther because he’s far more filled with rage. We have seen in the show that he has no care for servants and those his children cares for. He would kill them without hesitation. Arthur doesn’t have that same cruel anger even if Morgana and Guinevere had been together when Gwen and him got married.

How's one to know? I'd live and die for moments that we stole On begged and borrowed time

They were truly in love with each other. It started out sweet and innocent even though it was a secret due to how society would view their relationship. But it was borrowed time, they were destined to be torn apart.

So tell me to run Or dare to sit and watch what we'll become And drink my husband's wine

Morgana gave Guinevere an out when she rose to power, Guinevere could join her side or even just sit on the sidelines and no harm would come to her. But they had to become something they never wanted to be. Torn apart and turned against each other.

And I'm covered in you So yeah, it's a fire It's a goddamn blaze in the dark And you started it You started it So yeah, it's a war It's the goddamn fight of my life And you started it You started it

They are on an opposite sides of a fight and it was Morgana who started it. Had things gone differently Morgana and Merlin’s could have stayed friends and brought back magic together and Morgana and Gwen could have been happy but instead Morgana was bitter and the war was started.

[fawn-in-words]

Dear Will,

Lightness and humour

I can handle

Yet do

Can I be your plus one Supass so proud of you, more expressions are coming once the mouth wash has kicked in.

The wavy short lustrous (reminiscent of another fawn) look so hot, the way it frames your face accentuate the heart shape but the straight look, glasses glam professional you look like you mean business journalist extrordinare, whoa

Illustrious have you recovered? This will warm...

Illustrious love you

Illustrious support you

Illustrious defend you

Illustrious full stop.

Supass what to say flow stream you desire we'll I'll do it clear up we will, all the loose ends so we can meet. Doesn't need to be at yours London somewhere, anywhere you decide, soon my love...

I'm getting second guessed but it's not preventing my flow because not even I know what I'm going to express, I change it up want so much for this draft to be full of fun and suprise and love ideal as I can display. I mean the last has a lot going for it but this, admiration brimming I want.

Here goes be gentle

Supass' suprise this rhyme

A suprise this will be sublime

That word again sublime fitting

Like one of your fabulous dresses

Sublime I mean, well you know where I'm heading

Under the covers a favourite spot

Self indulgence but will never be forgot

Later I tell myself, we've the quiet early hours

Hours yet brief but hours of relief

An In for Illustrious the impressive, stunning my love now you wait, to say that still whoa it's simple but had a serious impact. Today more re export goodness, I want to hear you say "my goodness" repeat after me. You don't ever need to it's the dynamic shift I'm surprising you with...

Supass your brand of professionalism and the way you interview the political establishment still on awe love I do, what strategy formidable it is beyond impressive I need a new word for impressive I could open thesaurus but I'm lazy, now I know you don't believe that.

August you are thesaurus don't lie

Get caught in a white lie not technique a ry

To be honest I don't practice, much ha

I sense a improvement coming

To sense is better than assume but are they similar?

A resounding no to similar sense, feel, believe truer expression, a lesson to take to heart.

Acceptance speech time how many loops! A hug to the woman who has the best job in journalism. I've said it but bares repeating such a heart warming and entertaining acceptance speech and you look splendid in your red suit but that over the shoulder dress, HOT collar bones and toned shoulder, plus what you say of course going back to loop I may be some time..

A phenomenal early morning awaits...

Illustrious!!! Look at you how I see you you'd be amazed you'd be I'm a model I may decide to tell you every think I fawn your last day, the back of your neck, ears hair up the hi the serve ry even the coffee misunderstanding which I still think is fun. You're model look in my eyes I'll constantly remind but you'll believe me I'll be relentless!

Supass I'm going to give you the warmest most supportive hug and kiss I can muster, come on my friend time to think, there I thought

This fine woman glorious

She gets negs from nefarious

But she'll listen to me over the rabble

I know to Scrabble the words

Wonderful women effortless

I'll make the effort to implore her

View you as I do love you

Complete pedestal Illustrious brace yourself for what I saw, what I see, what I know what I adore.

What I instantly saw was a young lady in waiting, I didn't know if you had a man but I wanted you for me. We flowed and you may not think unique but it was, totally unique I used to check the board to see if you were on shift and get excited like a 20 year old man. Remember you saw dishevaled and liked to me important, distinct.

To call you illustrious you do look Venus like, the old Adobe icon, your hair, face, mouth loved like I said, I'd hoped my memory would serve better but in the spirit of honesty I think you held back to stand out, but you do stand out to me, always will I'll show you more than you imagine I will, that's what I know darling.

What I adore your dedication to being the best woman for me, for me rewards coming your way, pleasures coming my way absolutely adore never forget...

What I'd do to foreplay a gentle kiss a caress of your jaw, I'd be ready... To move down to your neck gently lapping and quick soft kisses. We are stood I'd lean my hips in so you feel bulge. Slowly moving my kisses back up to your lips to give you a lingering, loving bite with my lips then a deep passionate kiss that will seem to last...private

Supass for you my love

What I saw, I knew of you for obvious stardom but that seminal day I heard you speak to me through the television and I immediately fawned you in that important green dress, touched I was by your request, immediate love interest then a political I can't quite remember and I thought wow this woman can tackle the political. Then I believe we started talking and hit it off. If only my memory could work better to describe my first moment of love, you said it first, unbelievable I think you know and I knew

What I see, I see you as I want a wonderful, powerful heart filled award winner with such willingness to nurture me, I don't know how the dynamic works but nurturing I need, I LOVE you for it, what an education these moments are, for both I feel. This feeds in to what I know, you made the right choice picking me out of all your potentials as I will lift you higher than any, I ry but sincere this seems mature in comparison to Illustrious' what I adore will be as tender as I can...

What I adore, the smiling eyes of yours and those plump cheeks, you bone structure model frame, flawless complexion curves but your demeanor adorable makes me tear I say it's the beaut but it's your way, the way you are I can't believe the fortune I have earned. Even if we were pennies, hand to mouth it wouldn't matter it's never gold with you or I although we are generating inordinate revenues.

 

What a womb one of my favourite phrases I've ever uttered it's true three grand young to be step dad to, can't wait at a time of your choosing.

Morning Illustrious feeling groggy now, yet Supass wide awake and shining. What are we going to talk about whilst she's working?

Her dress what colour would you call it? It's not pink ha red or oh my goodness green, it's agreed tan. What do I know about women's dresses apart from what I love to see her in.

What's your favourite dress, of yours?  You'd rather talk Supass' dresses I'll learn soon enough I'll just keep asking ha

So Illustrious styling Supass I'm in to that, the red shimmer the one on my screensaver.  Talking about screens have you worked yours and InstaIllustrious?  I need a picture stat purely for my recovery purposes you understand.

You feel nervous about it whyever why? I'd adorn with affection, and give you the biggest kiss!  You really don't have too if you don't want it's entirely up to you sweetheart I won't keep on.

You are cordially invited to the garage should you wish to join? What to get I wonder, co you say tut feeding my habit. Elevated press today grrr ever so manly. 

See the light a highlight.

What am I going to write? About Illustrious

Illustrious delights me

Makes me forget trouble

Yet me, that's me I can't quite believe

Making me shake and almost see double

At our wedding, proud I am

To have and to hold, proud I plan

More Supass live fawn?

Oh Supass running my hands through your hair gently caressing your jaw line, looking longingly in to your eyes, I gently close pulling you gently close body feeling your breasts against my chest, a deep passionate kiss the pull away to witness what I have done.

What's legs alive I simply do not know a blurt from the depths the knee a hint am I obsessed or what is it..

Illustrious I want to talk you while Supass in her element. Yesterday's fawn in words very tender and special, what a moment immortalised in stream, did you dream I wonder to ponder a dream I'm phasing so monitor mine and see if you feature.

Supass a simple hug to make you feel better,

To have a dream come true,

A special woman for sure,

Delight I do it was plain to see,

To see her on breakfast TV

Supass my darling in her element

An important job they'll be no derailment

I won't interfere UK politics to risk

But we will discuss because I know enjoy

More adore Supass a heartfelt praise of how you stay composed, I grunt and growl and you prof and prowl I'd hazard and say a little wiles perhaps a touch, who brought touch up it's a tender adoration I'll tell myself off later.

Tender I want to show you that side today little embrace and kiss with fun, we have an escape this evening again, got new clothes I shall try. Not a patch on your style but you can style us.

Today I noticed your hair semi straight and a little jush is that how you spell jush it is now. How many raises verrrryyy sorry I keep inadvertantly doing it, back to tender I'm just going to stream until we sigh I'd ask for direction but I'll just flow and say whoa you clip interview I do that clipped accent I do notice these things but I sense subtle recognition of what I witness you'd love to hear, a little appreciation goes far.

I'm tempted to thesaurus again to find superlatives to lavish, I've my go to adour you and who you are and I'm humbled with your overwhelm it's beautiful to be on the receiving end.  I know some will say a hoop so I'll clear it up I do want more of it like you want more real adour so serious and mature let's cause some trouble Abbey I for one would find that fun.

I'm looking up adour just to differentiate some words to create another in venerate to love intensely

Love intensely

Cherish, venerate, egsault

Demark's and remarks

Nod to you young lady

The quiet from let's plan an infiltration manoeuvre, or Rich's office Demark each area ha we could Mid OT without them knowing?

ECT neutral Switzerland, my view on ECT now neutral and Flupentrixal doesn't seem to have a negative effect. Ok I'm hinting again in a tender way.

Let's move away from my blatant I love the subtle yet sultry expression, explore discretion no blatant flash but you know the post works, makes the oxy rush.

Oxy rush and an oxy flush we are bonding not sure on brokenness You're not broken at least I get the sense you're not, some faults you say and that I'll learn in time, I'll help I'm good at learning but no minor problem insomountable I've many floors it's human I'll work on them with nurture an Illustrious' knowledge.

One fault I have indecision masked by decisiveness walking dichotomy follow you where you decide and let some stubbornness, renounce stubborn when it comes to your constructive ideas. Like the hotel best idea to expedite they want discharge but will keep saying temporary, moving to London shortly. 

Thumb smile Illustrious. What fun it is to have private conversation and time together, although Supass hears it's good to have the early morning. You're not broken we should ask Zan about connect in brokenness, you've got it together at a young age perhaps you're career has helped but if there's anything you want to unburden I'm a great sounding board.

For now let's not dwell on my brokenness let me re explore love at first, love it was I know now like I've expressed his it some, but could you tell? You can't say now I respect that, I could tell I think not to hedge ahhh hedge ego defence alert wurrr wurrr wurrr.

Anyway LOVE you profound adoration it is to be truthful never really had that fun tetate in my years before meeting, I don't think I ever have been so delighted, I know nicks were fun and laugh I did but ask yourself where's it come from all of a sudden we can keep exploring it.

Supass hug I got a hug! I'm going to talk myself again but for now more direct expression, thesaurus time...

Special uttered is the expression

How love enlivens

I strive for high goals

And two glorious women love dearly

It costs me some reflection

But that's a grand endeavour

I love you Surpass what charm you possess our little rats clip go to for sure, love your neck mean it not a flaw to me. I'll express, believe!

Radiance of expression some prose for you I know I fawn but if you saw me this morning, beaming I was pride for sure but the mirror I love making me more handsome when I smile. You do though radiate energy and your youthful yet that power you possess allure it is.

I'm giving a lot to you but I should Illustrious I won't neglect but in this moment romance your direction.

Our meet I'd like you thinking about, the rats I had a mild realisation it's going to be grand even if you carry the conversation until I get in to my stride, great it will be no pressure.  The way things are could be sooner than we think, imagine it for me, I'll play it over if I can.

Time for something serious.

Is it rude to fawn phone in polite company? Had to be said polite and courteous discreet oohh...

Illustrious!! Come on ry with, you do I know sensitive as far as I'm concerned. You want me to stand on my own, venture to Bath with no return. Regal visit it'll be together but three.

You're Illustrious!!! Arrgh love pure and simple never animosity just air clear move on done, I stole similar lyric. Please set too I want to hear your passion then I'll learn and improve, but tender would resolve on my part, what decision will you make...

Illustrious defines something unmistakable

I define one or two mistakable

One or two The Two no reservation

I'll do what it takes to remove hesitation

Feel free to speak you're mind

Yet I too am sensitive to the kind

Constructive it is I know no holds barred

So please feel free.

Thank you Ruby for letting me imagine Illustrious, friend I trust.

Supass the feather tension release will I ever not be slight trepidation around, it's grand and now I notice a lot of what I write is poetic, character I'm showing you and showing up, not showing you up in the British but I'm showing up to show how many times can show be said in a paragraph, show me something I don't know and I'll show you a new height...

Heights I raise you up but it's so deserved your essence protrudes the way you are, I've said it before it bares repeating a high pedestal yet I won't let you fall without catching and taking it on myself because I now feel that's right.

Time to be as real as I've ever been a little scarred bravado what's it going to be like, effortless I'd like to think a little intimidation. I keep thinking humour but I'm so serious in my admiration pressure to thrive some say but whoa all the time, am I going to be quiet and reserved unless you carry the conversation, will all the sultry cloud I don't even know how to express, nurture again flagging ego lack of faith in myself and my abilities... Which in my heart I know I have.

Illustrousgram we're acquiring a stake just to set up a one pic profile, it's fine I can imagine Ruby but Illustrious can improve her singing, not that I've heard her sing, but her voice so adorable can listen all the time.  Tender, loving the reminder of hearing in person...

Supass' voice warm yet authoritative, kind yet dominating, captivating yet captivating, some Amorati learning but often so rewarding to hear her soft tones directed at me...

{Quotes marguaxpoetry on Instagram / Sarah Kay}

[bridddje]

Quotes that have resonated with my grief

— It is one of the greatest things to miss you for it reminds me how lucky I was to love you.

— Time: the healer and the killer.

— I must visit the past to remember you alive but think of the future when we will meet again, but always stay present because I have a life to live where do I go, where am I now.

— Death has taken so much from me. It has stolen out conversations, laughter, trips, silence, plans, moments and time but it can't take you from my dreams. That is the place I will always go to find you.

— Now I hold grief instead of you. What kind of trick is this, my body asks. It sees nothing in it's arms but has never felt so sore.

— You might feel proud and want to applaud them for staying and surviving after loss. But staying cal feel like punishment and surviving can feel like betrayal. So before you clap your hands, remember that this might not feel like a victory to them. Remember that they might not want to celebrate being here still. Remember that they might need less people cheering them on and more people pulling them in.

��� A thousand moments that I had just taken for granted, mostly because I had assumed that there would be a thousand more.

— Even though I know you are gone, I fear I still have yet to accept that you will never return.

— You're allowed to feel so list when you've lost so very much.

— Your absence by far, is the heaviest weight I'd ever had to carry.

— My worst fear was once loosing you. My worst fear now is learning to live in a world without you. Grief is inescapable.

— They made us better. Whether we held them a day, a decade or a lifetime. We will never be the same.

— My grief is a lot of me hoping that your soul, spirit or energy went somewhere as beautiful as you. And even more of me missing the being, body and person that once held it all.

— And wherever you are, I hope the skies are bluer, the colours are brighter, the hills are higher and the world is kinder. I will love you forever.

— My eyes are filling fast with tears and I want to laugh because all I can think is how horrible and beautiful it is that our eyes blur the truth when we can't bear to see it.

— "Some people don't know what they've got until it's gone." But what about the ones that do know? The ones who never took a damn thing for granted? Who tried their hardest to hold on, yet could only look on helplessly while they lost the thing they loved the most. Isn't it so much worse for them?

— You didn't say goodbye and a part of me believes that means you're still coming back.

— I'll never understand why heaven needed the only person who I needed.

— Living on this earth while you are no longer and never will again, that is the part that brings me to my knees. But you are in my bones. You dance through my veins. So when I stand back up, it is you who lifted me. When I live another day, it is you living it too.

— I don't want to tell you when they died. If it wasn't yesterday will you expect me to be loss broken. If you know it's been a month, a year, a decade. If it was a lifetime ago. Will you expect my grief to be a whisper and longer a scream.

— @riocollingridge (TT)

[ijustdontlikepeople]

Whats ur favorite Taylor Swift lyric??

Well that’s difficult nonnie in no particular order are here 10

Roaring twenties, tossing pennies in the pool/ And if my wishes came true - the 1

You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath - All Too Well (10 Minute Version)

How's one to know?/ I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones/ In a faith-forgotten land/ In from the snow/ Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow/ Tarnished but so grand - ivy

Holy orange bottles, each night, I pray to you/ Desperate people find faith, so now I pray to Jesus too - Soon You’ll Get Better

I want your midnights/ But I’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day - New Year’s Day

Ten months sober, I must admit/ Just because you're clean don't mean you don't miss it/ Ten months older, I won't give in/ Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it - Clean

The way you move is like a full on rainstorm and I'm a house of cards - Sparks Fly

And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences/ Sit with you in the trenches/ Give you my wild, give you a child/ Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other/ Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother - peace

God rest my soul/ I miss who I used to be/ The tomb won't close/ Stained glass windows in my mind - Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve

One night, he wakes/ Strange look on his face/ Pauses, then says "You're my best friend"/ And you knew what it was, he is in love/ You can hear it in the silence (Silence), silence (Silence) - You Are In Love

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

I’m a literature lesbian so of course, I’m relating ivy by Taylor to Henry POV.

How's one to know?

Henry could have never imagined he would ever have a relationship with Alex.

I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones

In a faith forgotten land

I believe than that’s a metaphor for cemetery, but given than Alex and Henry didn’t see each other in cemeteries, we can find other meaning.

It can mean somewhere away from the palace. The spirit (Henry’s spirit) never meet his bones, because meanwhile he wants to do things, his body isn’t allowed to actually do them (in the palace). In a faith forgotten land where his spirit meets his bones is somewhere far from the responsibilities, like the White House, or the lake house, or a random hotel or anywhere.

“Faith forgotten” faith regarding god and the belief than god hated them for being gay. After all, the royal family is religious. English isn’t my first language so when I used to listen to the song I heard “fate” instead of “faith” which fits a lot more. Henry’s fate of marrying a woman and be closeted forever. Fate forgotten land, somewhere where he can forget about that and just be with Alex.

In from the snow

Their first kiss in the gardens, in December, in the snow.

Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow

Tarnished but so grand

After sleeping together in February (for the first time)

Tarnished because Alex insisted they were “friends with blowjobs”. Alex ignored his own feelings and made Henry believe than those were his real feelings.

“Tarnished but so grand.” His feelings might have been different to Henry’s, but he had Alex’s body against his, and his lips on his, and that was enough.

And the old widow goes to the stone every day

But I don't, I just sit here and wait

Grieving for the living

“The old widow goes to the stone every day” I see as people who were hurt just like him (because let’s be honest, Alex saying than their relationship was purely sexual and platonic definitely hurt him) trying to get better, to go to the stone every day, to heal.

Henry just sat there and waited, didn’t try to get over his feelings, to heal, to pull away. He just grieved for the living.

Oh, goddamn

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

Alex took care of Henry, he saw Henry with his depression and he didn’t run away, he stayed.

“Freezing hand” Alex was also hurting (his mental health, as we see in the book, was bad) and they helped each other. Alex took Henry’s pain into his freezing hand, and because of that, Henry warmed him (when you grab hands with other person, you pass body heat).

Taking mine, but it's been promised to another

Several meanings.

1- Henry believing than Alex would eventually pull away and leave him because he will find someone better, someone who would love him the way he deserved to be loved, someone who deserved to be loved by him.

2- Henry’s fate of marrying a woman in the future, against his wishes.

Oh, I can't

Stop you putting roots in my dreamland

My house of stone, your ivy grows

And now I'm covered in you

So much here.

1-Henry longing for Alex, Alex putting roots in his dreamland (should I tell you than when we’re apart…), seeing him in dreams. In daydreams,in hopes.

2-When Ivy grows on a house, there’s a certain point where the Ivy damages the house. It can damage the bricks and foundations (and walls). Henry loving Alex, loving him and hoping and yearning after him, even though it hurts. It hurts him because he thought there would never be a change of boing loved back or even if he was, than they could never be together (for his status). I also mentioned than Ivy damages the walls. I wish there weren’t a wall. I already made another post about the several walls Henry referred too, but i feel like this one could mean the walls Henry had up. Walls he used to protect himself, the truth of him being behind those walls, unseen, yet Alex breaking down those walls. Making Henry be able to let himself be vulnerable around him.

I wish to know

The fatal flaw that makes you long to be

Magnificently cursed

Curse: “a prayer or invocation for harm or injury to come upon one.” I feel like this could be Alex in Kensington, saying than they could find a way to be together, than they could do it. Alex stayed there, he flew an ocean just to tell Henry that. In Kensington (but before the morning after) Henry didn’t understand why he did that. Couldn’t he see it would all end up wrong? Henry wasn’t made to be loved. Henry was made to follow the rules written ahead of him, to continue the bloodline. He was meant to smile at cameras and be miserable, not to be in love and be loved back.

He was a prince, it could never work. Alex was only hurting himself by believing that.

Aside from his position, there was his whole self. Why would Alex love him? What was there of him to love? Henry had depression, he had bad days, days where he couldn’t even shower but it just was too much. Henry was an overthinker, someone who could only talk through paper, words only came out of him when written down, he didn’t know how to talk. He didn’t know how to communicate his feelings without writing them down. And Alex, Alex who talked a lot, Alex who’s brain always had a story he wanted Henry to know, how could Alex want to be with someone like him? Being with Henry could only hurt him. Henry couldn’t let that happen. Alex was the sun, Henry was a black hole. He couldn’t let himself drown out Alex’s light with his darkness.

He's in the room

Your opal eyes are all I wish to see

He wants what's only yours

Change “he” with “she” and this could perfectly talk about Henry’s fake dates with women.

(To be more specific, the woman he went in a fake date in January after kissing Alex in new year’s).

Clover blooms in the fields

Clover is associated with luck. The fields could be their relationship, their surroundings.

Ellen won, they were out and accepted (even if they were outed), they were moving to New York, Henry’s shelters, June’s book, Philip trying, Catherine healing.

Spring breaks loose, the time is near

What would he do if he found us out?

Crescent moon, coast is clear

“What would he do if he founds us out?” That one is obvious.

“Coast is clear” checking to see if there’s someone around, because people can’t know.

Spring breaks loose, but so does fear

They started their “friends with benefits” thing in February, by March (spring) they were together. Paris happened, the e-mails happened, the karaoke happened, all in spring (not only March, just spring). Were they dating? Was Henry just hoping? Henry was scared, scared of misunderstanding Alex’s signals and scared of being caught.

He's gonna burn this house to the ground

That’s following “what would he do if he found us out”. The description of the ambience surrounding them was to let the reader/listener have an idea of what was happening. It also mixed the description of the world surrounding them at that moment (crescent moon, springs breaks loose) with their own feelings (coast is clear, but so does fear.)

“He’s gonna burn this house to the ground” House. “My house of stone, your ivy grows” This could perfectly mean Henry or their relationship. If they were found out the house would be burnt down. Being found out by Richards made their house be burnt down (the e-mails leaked). Being found out by Mary (and like, the whole world, but we’re talking about Mary rn) burnt Henry’s house down. Being found out by Richard’s hurt them both, but Mary only hurt Henry. She only had the power to hurt Henry, after manipulating him for so long. She only burnt him down.

How's one to know?

Henry from last year could have never imagined that happening. Henry from last year never imagined he would be dating/hooking up with Alex.

I'd live and die for moments that we stole

On begged and borrowed time

This one is pretty obvious, but

“Live and die” Henry’s alone moments with Alex killed him yet they made him feel alive. Henry thought Alex didn’t love him, than those moments meant the world to Henry and nothing to Alex, they killed him, yet Alex’s touch on his skin brought him back to life each time.

So tell me to run

Or dare to sit and watch what we'll become

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I have so many Henry feelings regarding this line omg.

“Run”

Run has different meanings here.

1-Run as in run away from Alex (lake house).

2-Run as in run away with Alex (brownstone).

In the first, he ran away from him and his feelings, believing it was for the better.

“Watch what we’ll become” With their statuses and the secrecy and all than Henry was, it would never have ended well anyway. It was better if Henry just left beforehand, trying to save Alex from entering the mess than was Henry’s life.

In the second, run away with him to New York, to live together. He ran away from the palace, from the abuse.

“Watch what we’ll become” (again, but now regarding the second meaning of run) if Henry didn’t ran away, and stayed in the palace, even if they were out, it might have been too complicated too. Henry would be stuck with a royal life he didn’t want, and by addition,Alex would also be stuck with a royal life he didn’t want. Only by running away Henry could find freedom.

“Dare” this could also be Kensington Alex and Henry. Alex daring to continue their relationship, even if Henry was scared and convinced it could never be. “You’re brave, I could use some of that” Henry ran, and Alex dared to follow, and even if Henry told him to leave that night (watch what we’ll become) he would have dared to sit and watch it happen.

And drink my husband's wine

This could be Henry being scared than Alex being with him made him began to live a (royal) life he didn’t want. “Drink my husband’s wine” Live my family’s life.

So yeah, it's a fire

It's a goddamn blaze in the dark

And you started it

You started it

Alex’s emotions being related to fire (I made a whole post about the symbolism of fire and water in Alex and Henry’s relationship)

A blaze in the dark. A light in the dark. Their relationship/Alex being a light in Henry’s life.

So yeah, it's a war

It's the goddamn fight of my life

And you started it

You started it

This one is pretty obvious too

[thefreakandthehair]

hear me out: fantasy/medieval steddie au to the tone of taylor swift’s ivy.

i mean—

how's one to know?/ i'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones / in a faith forgotten land / in from the snow / your touch brought forth an incandescent glow / tarnished but so grand.

and—

oh, goddamn / my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand / taking mine, but it's been promised to another / oh, I can't / stop you putting roots in my dreamland / my house of stone, your ivy grows / and now I'm covered / in you.

and—

so yeah, it's a fire / it's a goddamn blaze in the dark / and you started it / you started it / so yeah, it's a war / it's the goddamn fight of my life / and you started it.

[moononastring]

Top 5 Taylor Swift lyrics

OHOHOHOHO this is so good and SO mean.

Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first.

You're not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending now?/I'm not your problem anymore, so who am I offending now?

How's one to know? I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones, In a faith-forgotten land/I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland, my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I'm covered in you

Our songs, our films, united we stand, Our country, guess it was a lawless land, Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand, Paper cut stings from our paper-thin plans

And there we are again when nobody had to know/You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath

This was HARD and it took me forever to decide hahaha.

ask me top 5 anything

[cocoartistwrites]

what are your favorite t swift lyrics to date? “just between us did the love affair maim you too” recently has me on the verge of tears just thinking about it so yeah ….

I have honestly no idea how long you expect this to be lol I've been waiting my whole life to answer this and now there's too many, so here are a few stand-outs that are by no means the only best ones or my only faves.

I'm ignoring all the bridges because I think Swiftian Bridges are their own category. I'm also just gonna do post 1989 otherwise this will be too long.

1. the whole of peace but specifically:

And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences Sit with you in the trenches Give you my wild, give you a child

2. you already picked one of my fave All Too Well 10 lyrics but I can't overlook this (and also ofc the punchline)

You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath

3. all of Majorie, which is one of her greatest-ever songs, and always makes me cry:

Never be so kind / You forget to be clever Never be so clever / You forget to be kind

4. The story this one single fucking line tells in august:

I remember thinkin' I had you

5. mad woman is again filled with incredible writing but this always grabs me:

And you'll poke that bear 'til her claws come out And you find something to wrap your noose around

6. LWYMMD gets slated and I don't know why, she really threw herself all in to the campy villain bit look at this fucking writing:

But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

7. is this the saddest lyric in Swift's canon? maybe. fuck you scott bruschetta.

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace 'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave

8. cruel summer is <3 but this line is especially clever:

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

9. there's enough spilled ink on the glorious storytelling of TLGAD so I'll just say the switch from she to I? flawless.

I had a marvelous time ruining everything

10. No one has ever captured the fragility of the start of new love this well. The contrast of cool/delicate in terms of vernacular and literary language is *chef's kiss*

Is it cool that I said all that? Is it too soon to do this yet? 'Cause I know that it's delicate

11. seven makes me go absolutely feral as I too feel girls are robbed of something as they grow

Please picture me in the weeds Before I learned civility I used to scream ferociously Any time I wanted

12. the way she writes about finding shelter in love on reputation, an album that is just so Dear to me but especially call it what you want:

And I know I make the same mistakes every time Bridges burn, I never learn At least I did one thing right

13. idk just fucking love this one from willow. like we have all these ideas and goals about what our lives will be then we fall in love with someone and realise we have to take them into it and everything might change, and that's ok (in contrast to the wave of you can have it all feminism)

Wreck my plans, that's my man

14. the noise i made when i first heard this:

They told me all of my cages were mental So I got wasted like all my potential

15. this is so evocative and the delivery is unreal:

And I was catching my breath Barefoot in the wildest winter Catching my death

16. remember when she wrote this and called the damn song happiness:

But now I'm right down in it, all the years I've given Is just shit we're dividin' up Showed you all of my hiding spots I was dancing when the music stopped And in the disbelief, I can't face reinvention

17. every single second of ivy but specifically,

I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones

18. I could write a phd about the archer, but I won't. I'll just say that when Taylor said:

I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost The room is on fire, invisible smoke And all of my heroes die all alone Help me hold on to you

I lost my fucking mind. [XR name one hero who was happy from TSOA, and every writer and artists anxiety that they'll have to choose between art and happiness in love]

19. the fact that she wrote a song about cunnilingus already makes false god incredible but the way she wrote it as

religion's in your lips / the altar is my hips

ma'am,,,,

20. cardigan is lyrically fantastic around the central image of the cardigan itself, which I think distracts from knife cuts like:

Leavin' like a father Running like water And when you are young, they assume you know nothing

[side note there are very few father refs in Swift songs - see also 'a careless man's careful daughter']

21. turning her own Americana (remember those 4th of July parties) back on herself here, iconic Trump call out, etc.

American stories burning before me I'm feeling helpless, the damsels are depressed Boys will be boys then, where are the wise men? Darling, I'm scared

22. leaving you on number 22 with this absolute soul-destroyer from nothing new

Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?

[salemorbit]

Hi, sorry if I'm overwhelming you with Requests, but I had an idea for an Imagine that I'd really love to see you write!! Could you please write some Headcanons for how Link, Zelda, Sidon and Revali (Age of Calamity timeline for Sidon btw) would react to a young woman who has a very strong connection to the Spirits being sent to teach Zelda how to unlock her power? Like it's a young woman, around 18 years old, who has a natural ability to communicate with all manner of Spirits, maybe even is part Spirit in some way, so she gets appointed by the King of Hyrule to teach Zelda how to do the same? And maybe she's super nice and excited too? Thanks so much, I really appreciate it!!

oh darling you're totally fine i really appreciate it :D

i hope i did this justice! it's a really neat concept

i also made it an x reader with those attributes if that's okay :)

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Hylia's Guide

[BOTW x fem!Reader]

Headcanons (Link, Zelda, Revali, Sidon)

warnings: none

takes place during Age of Calamity!

also for headcanon's sake,,,,,being a descendant of hylia in this case doesnt mean that you're of the same family? if that makes sense? okay so like reader is descended from hylia and technically so is zelda but they aren't blood related in any way HAHA hope that makes sense

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Let's set the scene, yeah?

You were one of the descendants of Hylia from centuries past, now a ghost in the afterlife as part of the universe itself.

Naturally, you would be surprised when you became sentient once more and blinked open your eyes in the middle of Hyrule Field. In your head rang a soothing voice that you both heard in your head and felt in your bones. In an instant, you knew it was Hylia communicating with your physical form again after years of dormant sleep.

The voice instructed that you were to aid Zelda in her studies of connecting to her powers. Hylia could not intervene directly with Zelda, of course, but the most the Goddess could do was send someone in her place. And that was you: a descendant of Hylia's own bloodline resurrected from the dead come to help the princess in her efforts. Easy enough, right?

Convincing the King and his guards of the situation was difficult, let alone trying to get him to allow you to assist his precious daughter with her practice. The only proof that you had of any story that you told were the markings on your hands and chest.

Three distinct triangles etched themselves on your body: one on the back of each hand and the third on your chest. Your powers had long since been passed on to the next descendant of Hylia, but you were still full of the knowledge of how to use Hylia's gift and how to communicate with the spirits.

•••

Link

Link was wary of you at first, being the princess's appointed knight and all, but he soon figured that you weren't as much of a threat as he initially thought

You were kind and excited to meet someone else who also held Hylia's gift (albeit not necessarily awakened, but still) and Link knew that Zelda would be safe in your hands

While going on spiritual treks with Zelda and Link, you almost always made the meals because both Zelda and Link can't really cook lmao

Coming from an entirely different era, you had a big book of recipes in your head that you brought into reality with every meal you made, and Link definitely wasn't complaining

He appreciated your wide breadth of knowledge of different foods, plants, and wildlife that you might encounter on your travels

It made planning protective measures for the princess all the easier

Sometimes the ventures to connect to Hylia didn't bear any fruit (and that's okay because the gift takes plenty of patience!) and the mood could become solemn quickly

But you were always determined to lift the mood and lighten everyone's attitude, and it always worked!

You would excitedly ramble off stories about where you grew up or what you liked to do on your own travels back in the day, and it would always make Link feel warm that you had such fond memories you were willing to share with him

When Zelda needed time to herself to try to connect to the spirits and Hylia, you and Link would hang around each other and bond

Link would listen attentively as you talked about the cultural and time differences between your world and this one, sharing sympathy when you expressed nostalgia over your time lost

But you would quickly turn it around to the positives, which is what Link thought was a wonderful quality that you had

If you ever got caught off guard while on ventures by the Yiga Clan or rogue animals, Link would fight just as hard as he would in larger battles to keep you safe

Over the time you spent together, Link grew very fond of you and always was at your side if he wasn't immediately attending to the princess

Once your guidance and knowledge finally broke through to Zelda and her power awakened, Link was so proud of you for fulfilling your duty

He was worried that you would disappear from his life once you completed Hylia's task, but you connected to the spirits after the fact and bargained with them

At the end of it all, you were able to live your life through again with Link by your side :)

•••

Zelda

Goddess was Zelda relieved when she found out that she would be having a guide to help her unlock her powers

Upon meeting you, she was absolutely floored with your kindness and willingness to help her with her problems

You were a wonderful mentor to Zelda, teaching her things about the different spirits and how to harness the power that she never would have dreamed of researching on her own

And wow there was a lot of information HAHA

Zelda was also transfixed with the fact that you came from another lifetime, and you were more than happy to tell her all about your life before this one

She would also take very detailed notes about everything you said, enamored with the way you spoke and how excited you got about things you loved

Quiet study time in Zelda's room would often turn into challenges of you trying to make her laugh with small tidbits of stupid stunts you would pull

Of course Zelda couldn't hold back a smile when you were around, so the challenges would fall short but with you falling into fits of laughter

You always brightened Zelda's mood whenever she was down about a failed connection attempt, urging her to try more and be patient with herself

Zelda was thankful to Hylia for sending you because honestly she wouldn't know what to do without someone that was as kind and generous as you were with spreading knowledge about your gifts

And when they finally awakened, Zelda couldn't be more happy!

Hyrule was now safe with Zelda's power awakened and Ganon on the edge of being sealed away

She pleaded that you find a way to stay in her time and teach her more about the spirits and Hylia herself

Your heart warmed at the thought that someone wanted you to stay, and it warmed even more at the fact that someone loved you enough to want to keep you forever :)

•••

Sidon

Sidon met you when he was summoned with the other Champion successors

You were the first to greet him and explain what had happened with the time jumping and all that, and you helped to put his nerves at ease

His own excitable and boisterous personality bounced off of your own energy and buzz!

Fighting side by side with you, Sidon admired how you always had a strategy and were looking out for Zelda as if she was your own sister

He was surprised upon learning your story: never had he known that Hylia had the power like that to bring someone back to help those in the present

Sidon tried his best to stay by your side whenever he could, wanting to keep your blind spots covered just in case

In your time, you had known the Zora and actually knew King Dorephan when he was a young little guppy, and your stories of Dorephan never failed to make Sidon laugh

Sidon in turn shared his own tales of the evolved Zora Domain, and you found his storytelling absolutely captivating

Sidon felt a pull to you like he had to no one else before, and he nurtured that pull with his own heart

He made sure you had enough supplies, checked in on you immediately when you came back from a far off mission

Just an all around softie I think! Sidon has always been caring like that :)

When it was time for him to go back, you discovered a way that you could jump with him back to his own time

After all, your mission with Zelda from Hylia was over. Why shouldn't you be able to live your life through again?

You jumped back with Sidon to a world vastly different than the one you had just been in, and even more different than the one you were born into

But with Sidon, it always felt like home!

•••

Revali

Revali didn't want to be impressed, but he was Definitely Impressed

Your composure about the whole situation was amazing, and you handled all the questions everyone had with grace

And your kindness was overwhelming (in a good way) with the fact that you opened your mind to such possibilities of even being resurrected like that

Revali admired you through and through

He would be incessantly curious about what the afterlife was like, how the spirits communicated with you, what Hylia was like

You, of course, couldn't accurately answer most questions because, well, you couldn't remember, but you appreciated his desire to learn

You loved the way that he fought: with purpose and intent. There was little to no hesitation with Revali, he always had a plan

When you would go to treks with Zelda and Link to try to summon Zelda's power, Revali would make comments here and there insisting that he tag along just in case

Poor Rito really just wanted to spend more time with you, that's all!

If he did tag along, it would be to Lanayru with his knowledge of the cold weather

He would rattle off safety facts of mountain weather and gear you would need, and you would be happy to listen as long as he was talking to you

Revali would also love to hear about your old life, and since you could go on for hours about it all, he would sit and absorb everything that came out of your mouth

He was smitten in a matter of weeks!

He could see the care and sympathy you had for Zelda as she struggled and triumphed in her process of opening her powers, and he appreciated that you could care so much for someone like that

Revali subconsciously protected you even if there was a leaf that fell in the way of your path, as he was always on alert in case someone caught you off guard

As your time came to a close and Zelda awakened her powers, Revali demanded that you stay (with love, of course)

And stay you did, making a bargain with the spirits and living the rest of your second life in the company of the Rito warrior :)

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hope i got this good!! i thought the concept was really neat and i kinda wished they did something like that actually :/ zelda didn't deserve that angst

requests are welcome :)