#inspired by wonderland by taylor swift

[goldendynastys]

wonderland | choi san

summary: being the daughter of a biker gang leader in new york city certainly came with its advantages. you were strong, hardworking, and determined. anything to be the best, right? but you wanted more, something that pushed you to break away. little did you know that crossing paths with choi san and his men one fateful night would be your answer. and suddenly, life had never been worse, but never better at the same time.

pairing: choi san x fem!reader rating/genre: 18+ MDNI | yandere, angst, fluff, eventual smut status: on-going warning/tags: yandere, organized crime, forbidden lovers, obsession, violence, somewhat toxic relationship, slow and fast burn at the same time (i can’t describe it), reader is innocent, angst, playful banter between san and reader, lots of fluff, pet names, i think that is it but please let me know if i missed anything (i’m new at this), i hope you enjoy reading! <3

disclaimer: all members of Ateez are faces and name claims for this story. this is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment, or representation of real-life people. any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios.

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I feel like wonderland is one of Taylor’s most underrated songs from 1989. It perfectly describes how it feels like when you first start falling in love with someone and you feel a fire burning in your heart so full of passion that your attention is only toward the other person, both forgetting about the reality and the outside world because they’re so into each other that it feels like they went in “wonderland”, living an utopian life. Of course, at a certain point, reality comes back and they both realise that they went too fast and eventually everything shattered so soon because they lived everything so intensely that it felt like they already spent years together, only to realise you didn’t know the other person as good as you thought you did

[farfromstrange]

“What if the way you hold me is actually what’s holy?” | Matt Murdock x F!Reader

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Warnings: SMUT! (18+), shower setting, oral f!receiving, masturbation, fantasizing, beard appreciation (kink?), dirty talk, mentioned unprotected p in v, slight Dom!Matt, DDBA!Matt, improper thoughts about a certain crucifix necklace, (kind of) religious symbolism, mentions of choking, praise kink, pet names, “good girl”, not perfectly edited (shocker)

Summary: Fantasies about your late-working boyfriend take over your much needed self-care shower—until he’s suddenly (and unexpectedly) right in front of you when you are about to take care of the problem yourself.

A/n: So, the Born Again trailer brought me back from the dead and made me so fucking needy for this man. I thought this would be the best opportunity to rewatch Daredevil and practice writing Matt again because I’ve been a bit out of practice lately. Let’s just say the experiment was successful, but I definitely owe it to my hormone levels. The gif below inspired this fic (as it probably has done to many writers in the fandom these past two days). Anyway. If you want to listen to the song I was listening to while writing, it’s “Guilty As Sin?” By Taylor Swift, hence the title. Other than they, enjoy, and feedback is always appreciated!

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The warm water from the shower head above runs down your clammy skin, seeping into your pores and aching muscles. You have been dreaming about this ever since you got home from work. 

The apartment is quiet, save for the little noise you make in the bathroom. Matt called you earlier, telling you he would be late and that you shouldn’t wait up for him; you expected as much after he and Foggy caught a high-profile case a couple of weeks ago. 

When he isn’t busy at work, he tries to fulfill his duty to protect the city. You’re not mad; you knew what you were signing up for when you fell in love with him, but that doesn’t change the fact that you miss him sometimes. Or rather, all the time. It doesn’t matter if he’s at work or wandering around in red leather, searching for a fight—you always miss him. 

There’s not a day that goes by that you’re not worried he might not come back to you. You can only hold on to the thought of him coming home in the middle of the night, crawling into bed beside you because he’s too tired to shower, wrapping his arms around you as though you are the only thing anchoring him to reality. It makes you appreciate what you have in him. 

The thing about Matt is that he feels he has to do penance for every little thing he has ever done, whether his actions hurt people or not; he loathes himself for who he is, which is absurd to you but to him, it makes sense. Perhaps it’s the catholic in him, or all those years of losing soulmates, or maybe it’s both.

His shampoo smells faintly of sandalwood and the rainforest, but only if you focus closely. You like that it makes your skin soft, and when you wrap yourself in his silk sheets at night, it’s almost like he’s all over you before he physically can be. 

You close your eyes and you focus on the feel of him, imagining your hands are his. You imagine his calloused fingers trailing over your heated skin, exploring every dip and every curve, even though he already knows the wonderland of your body inside and out. His lips on yours, traveling down your neck to your shoulder to your chest… a shiver runs down your spine, pooling in your core. You’re on fire, and he isn’t even with you. 

He’s at the office, sleeves probably rolled up, the first two buttons of his dress shirt undone, loosening his tie with that strained look he gets when he’s stressed. Or maybe he’s on his way to Fogwell’s Gym so he won’t disturb you before he puts the suit on, fists raining down on a sandbag as sweat drips down his body, and he grunts whenever he lands a hit. 

You were just trying to have a nice shower, but Matt always manages to invade your every thought like a burglar on a mission. 

It’s just not fair how he always looks so sinful when he’s at his wit’s end. Oh, you love that look he gets when he’s feral. And you suddenly remember how long it has been since you got to touch each other. Since he let the devil out on you. Since he came home in the middle of the night and fucked you into the mattress because he was still so full of adrenaline. 

It has been so long since you two got to have a nice dinner together and you last rode him on his leather couch until you were both sticking to it, not even thinking about stopping; since he devoured you for hours and hours and hours until you were almost severely dehydrated and overstimulated from the orgasms he tore from you. 

You bite your lip so you won’t moan into the void of the bathroom. If you touch yourself now, he will know when he comes home. For a moment, you consider it. You slide your hand from your chest down your stomach. The water is slowly starting to grow cold. You just need to take the edge off.  Lower, lower, and lower, and—

“Don’t,” Matt’s voice reverberates in your ear. His hand slides over yours, calloused fingers on the back of your hand. 

The veil of fantasy burns to the ground. Your heart stops, then picks up the pace at a million miles an hour. In an instant, you turn around to face him, a gasp dying on your lips.

He’s right there, clothes discarded on the floor before the shower, no doubt. The golden crucifix around his neck offers a sinful contrast to his milky skin. You have always wondered if he was made out of marble rather than skin and bone. How can one person be this beautiful—this close to perfection and still be human? 

Matt is close enough for you to feel his heartbeat against your own. His hands slide to your forearms to make sure you don’t slip. You can see your wrecked reflection in his hazel irises. 

His unfocused gaze is right on you, boring through your skull into your soul. Only he can read you like an open book, listen to your body, and know exactly what you want, what you crave. He thinks of himself as the devil, but all you see is an angel. He’s the sun. To you, at least, he’s everything. The moon, the sun, the stars, and the entire fucking universe.

He caught you when you were about to touch yourself, and he’s naked. Really fucking naked. This is not how you imagined tonight to go. 

His chest heaves with a deep inhale of your scent, forehead coming to rest against yours. 

“You’re home,” you whisper. 

His lips curl into a smile—not a smirk but a genuine smile. “Yeah.”

“But you said you guys had that case, and then you were gonna go out…”

Matt cuts you off, “I missed you,” he says. “Couldn’t go out without seeing you.”

He chose you over the city. You never doubted Daredevil meant more to him than you, but hearing it out loud almost brings tears to your eyes.

“I missed you too,” you answer. So much. Days, weeks, seconds, all the fucking time. 

He’s so smug about it, too, when he tells you, “I know.”

The water keeps falling around you, drowning out the noise of the city and pearling off his necklace. He should have taken it off. If he wanted to shower with you, he should have taken it off because the need for him that makes your cunt pulse in desperation feeds off of the mere thought of taking the cold metal into your mouth while he pounds into you like a madman. 

He doesn’t look agitated, not at all, but there is a dark shadow falling over Matt’s bearded face. It’s a calculated shadow rooted in a need for control, and who are you to deny him the only thing he can control?  

“Hey,” he grabs your chin, “Tell me. What were you doing in there, hm?” 

You bite your lip. “Just… showering.”

“Just showering?” He brushes his nose against yours. “You know I can hear your heartbeat…”

You nod. Your lips brush, but he doesn’t kiss you. Not yet. You can taste the remnants of his last coffee, the familiar warmth of his mouth on yours, but he refuses to give you the satisfaction. You crave him so much that fireworks have started erupting on your skin wherever his fingers dare to travel; it isn’t fair. He isn’t fair. 

Matt studied the science of driving you crazy, and now you are bordering on the edge of madness. Alone. 

“Mhm. So, I know you’re lying…” He moves to your cheek, his breath hot when he speaks, “And I know when you’re touching yourself. ‘Cause I can smell how fucking wet you are, sweetheart.” 

There he is. The relentless, feral animal you fantasized about before. The man driven by primal need and the sheer power of his senses rather than rational thought, and yet he knows exactly what he is doing. He’s a musician playing you like a delicate violin, pushing her to the breaking point but never fully destroying.

“Like I said,” you breathe, “I missed you.”

He presses his lips to your cheek, almost like a reward. “I know,” he says. “Probably been thinking about me, too, with your hand on your pussy…” 

You swallow a needy moan that would have been too embarrassing. It’s been a long few weeks. Neither of you will be able to resist for long, you know that, so you decide you have to be bold tonight. “And what’re you gonna do about it?” you ask.

Though stunned for a moment, the smirk on Matt’s face isn’t far out of reach. “That’s my girl.”

Your back hits the now warm tiles of the shower wall before you can string together another remark, and then, finally—fucking finally—his lips are on yours. Kissing you. Devouring you. Breathing air into your aching lungs. He tastes like paradise, the Garden of Eden, and the six circles of hell all at once. It’s all the same to you, anyway. 

As long as you’re with him, you don’t care where you end up. No amount of torture could take away the love you feel for him, and you know that with Matt, even weathering the stormy seas of hell would be worthwhile. It’s sick and twisted how far you would go for this man, but you can’t find a single bone in your body that cares.  

His tongue forces its way into your mouth, tasting you, and inhaling you like his sole source of life support. You don’t bother fighting for dominance; you’re all his. Your body is telling him to command you. Your mind is screaming for him to touch you in any way he pleases, so help him God, and the chain around his neck keeps sinfully dangling against his toned chest. You want to bite it. You’re going to bite it. But not yet. 

When it is time for you to swim to the surface for air, he pulls away. His lips move from yours to the corner of your mouth. He kisses there, taking his time to explore what he has explored many times before. But Matt Murdock is an addict, and you are his drug of choice, so why would he ever stop? 

He kisses your cheek, your eyes, and the bridge of your nose. That’s how he sees you. Either with his fingers or his mouth or both. Touching you. Listening to you. He wants to see you in his own way. In a way that is far more intimate than you admiring his objective beauty could ever be.

“So beautiful,” he whispers between kisses. When he says it, you know it has to be true, even when you don’t see yourself in the same light as him.

His beard is rough where he kisses you. He has grown it out quite a bit, not having the time to bother shaving. The specks of gray that have started appearing as he got older should be illegal, you think, staring at him through hazy eyes. It should be illegal to look this good.

You caress his face, palm covering the entirety of his cheek. So beautiful, you want to say, but you don’t have the words.

The confession of love tumbles against your skin, softly, breathlessly, and he dips his head into the crook of your neck. He seeks your pulse point to press his lips against the beat of your heart. Your head falls back against the tiles. He’s a fucking menace, but he’s gentle about it. So, so gentle.

The hands-on your hips pull you closer, as close as you can get. Your nipples brush his chest, and you can feel him growing hard against you. He’s hot, red, and flushed, and with his lips against your neck, sucking and biting and licking some more, the shower water isn’t the only thing running down your thighs. You’ve been wet just thinking about him; Matt is here now, and he has no intention of stopping until you’re screaming his name.

Your skin is raw from the way he’s moving his face against you, suctioning his lips right where he can feel your pulse reaching for him. Reacting to him.

“Matthew,” you moan, breathless. “Please.” 

He hums, fingers digging into your flesh to keep his composure. The sound of his name from your lips in such ecstasy makes his cock swell to the point all he wants is to sink into you and fuck you against the wet shower wall until you can’t walk anymore. He wants to wrap his hand around your throat, just holding you there as you take it like the good girl you are. God, he wants to do so many things to you. 

He wants to push all of your buttons and reward you for it. He wants to feel your nails running down his back until he’s bleeding. He wants to eat your pussy until you forget your name, and when he’s done with that, he wants to do even more because that is the kind of animal you turn him into. That is what you do to him. You consume him with your mere existence and your love you keep pouring into him like a glass about to overflow, a glass so full yet so fucking empty at the same time, and he has been neglecting you for far too long to hold back now—yes, the water bill be damned!

“I love it when you beg,” he growls, feeling his voice vibrate through your skin. Like he’s in your veins.

You whimper. Oh, that sound. That sweet, sweet sound. It seems to do him in. Matt sinks to his knees like he would in front of God in church—like Mary knelt in front of Jesus after he got crucified. But there are no stained windows, no crosses, and no confessional booth in sight; you’re his place of worship, and your body is the altar. You are the only constant in his world on fire. You always want him to set you on fire, too. 

Once on his knees in front of you, his cock straining high and mighty against his stomach, he grabs your thigh and places it over his shoulder. No rush. You can barely catch your breath. 

Burning along the inside of your thigh, Matt kisses his way toward where you need him most. Your core yearns for him. Your hand slips from his face, searching the tiles behind you for something to hold onto. 

He’s quick to bring your hands back to his hair. “Don’t let go,” he says. 

It’s almost embarrassing that the only sound you can make is a grunt, and when your brain finally catches up, it’s too late. He’s impatient. Desperate. And he places his lips in a gentle kiss against your clit. The sudden contact makes you jolt, but that is not nearly all of it. 

He tests the waters. Once, twice, even a third time, gently kissing along your slick folds. You instinctively tug at his hair, but that doesn’t deter him. Matt inhales your scent, tasting your essence on his tongue; he would bathe in it if he could. 

You cry out when he dives in. He parts your folds with his tongue, sucking and licking until his face is covered. The obscene noise of lips smacking against wet skin goes straight to your head. He can hear the wetness gushing out of you, every twitch of your muscles and hitch of your breath, and he sucks a little harder on your sensitive clit. You’re scared you might fall. 

“Fuck!” Your moans are as obscene as the sound of him eating you out. You grind against him, at first involuntarily, but then he moans against you, and you can’t help it; the vibrations he sends through you continue to pool in your cunt, tightening the coil that is waiting to snap. 

Matt prods your entrance with his tongue, the tip of his nose digging just right into that sensitive bundle of nerves he lost when your hips first jerked. He’s completely out of it, hooded eyes rolled back into his skull while you are almost splitting yours open on the dark tiles. The cross necklace is sticky with his saliva as he drinks from you like you are the spring fueling his ocean. He’s thrusting into his hand, pre-cum leaking from his cock, but his mouth never wavers. He has a job to do. 

Your walls clench around what little of his tongue is inside of you. There is nothing more arousing than the sight of him touching himself because the taste of you is bringing him to the brink of an inevitable orgasm. Because he wants to come with you. Because he’s desperate and he can only imagine being inside of you as he licks away at you. It’s a kind of dedication that makes you feral. No one has ever loved you quite like he has, and no one will ever eat your pussy as only he can. 

“Matt,” you choke out. “Fuck, I’m gonna—’m gonna come. Don’t stop. Don’t…”

As if he could. He flicks his tongue from left to right, painting shapes you have never felt before over every last of your nerve endings. You’re quivering. You’re shaking. You are turning the bathroom into a concert hall for the symphony of your pleasure. 

He doesn’t stop to tell you to come, that would be futile. You couldn’t possibly stop the wave headed for your shore. You can’t warn him. You can’t do anything other than let it happen. The coil snaps and your orgasm crashes into you at full force, shattering you into a million pieces. You grind against him until you’re sure he is branded into your skin forever. 

Matt holds you through it, working his tongue against you to prolong the electricity running through your veins. He gets lost in the echo of his name, stroking his cock harder and faster, and within seconds of you, he’s coming, too. He spurts into his hand and on your thigh, moaning deliciously into your pussy. For a moment, he’s stiff, though as you are starting to come back to him, he’s starting to come back to you. 

The aftermath of your orgasm is quiet. His lips slip from your swollen folds eventually, and he pulls away to rest his cheek against your inner thigh, the one resting over his shoulder. He’s still catching his breath, cock softening in his hands, but when you look down at him, he’s a wreck. For you. 

Slowly, he rises back to his feet. You look at him, unsteady now on both of your feet. He wraps his arms around you. “You okay?” he asks softly. 

You lean into his hand when he places it on your cheek. “Yeah,” you nod. “I’m…perfect.”

“You were so good for me. So good.” 

The distance between you dissipates, foreheads falling together in absolute exhaustion. He smells and tastes of you. You kiss him softer than you ever have. “I love you,” you whisper, and he smiles because he knows.

You don’t count the minutes you stay like that, kissing. It might have been an hour, not nearly enough. Matt reaches for the water when it starts getting cold, and he lifts you to wrap your legs around his waist. 

You frown. “Aren’t you going out tonight?” 

He shakes his head. “No, sweetheart,” he says, “I’m not done with you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Gotta make sure you know how much I missed you.”

The giddy smile on your face when you kiss him again is involuntary, but not unnecessary. He giggles, too, before you finally shut him up.

Hell’s Kitchen can live without him for one night, that much is for sure. And when he finally thrusts into you and you bite down on the golden metal of that godforsaken crucifix to stifle your scream as he fucks you to hell and back in a way that is gentle yet possessive, you know this is the only place Matt needs to be tonight—for both of you.

[ohdorothea]

Taylor Swift as The Man: a web weave

Thank you to the very smart @milfygerard for the inspiration for this web weave!!!

The Man / Screenshot of the Anti-Hero performance from The Eras Tour / The Man / Photo from The Eras Tour / Peter / Screenshot from Peter Pan (1953) / peace / Photo from The Eras Tour / The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived / Screenshot from the Fortnight Music Video / The Man / Cassandra / Screenshot from The Man music video / The Man / cardigan / The Man / Speak Now / Renegade / The Man / I Did Something Bad / Peter / cardigan / Screenshot from All Too Well: The Short Film / Peter / Wonderland / Photo from The Eras Tour / The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived / Photo from The Eras Tour / The Man / Photo from The Eras Tour / Dear Reader / Screenshot from the Style music video / Peter / Screenshot from the willow music video / Peter / Dancing With Our Hands Tied / Screenshot from the Style music video / Dancing With Our Hands Tied / Lavender Haze / Screenshot from the Style music video / Mine / Peter / Screenshot from the Style music video / Screenshot from the Fortnight Music Video / Our Song / Photo from The Eras Tour / Taylor’s speech before playing betty on the final night of The Eras Tour (X) / Photo from The Eras Tour / The Man

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req. hiii can i please request a percy jackson x fem!reader? daughter of aphrodite, loving sunshine kind of girl, plot based off ‘wonderland’ by taylor swift?

summary. you and percy got lost in wonderland and life was never better.

warnings. use of (y/n), cussing, kinda short??

eeli0r's notes. this one was, i'll admit, a little tricky lol, but super fun! (y/n) and percy are both 17-ish. thanks @riordanness for the ask! also some parts are inspired by 6 times we almost kissed (and one time we did) by tess sharpe

june twenty-third

you and percy were best friends. you did (almost) everything together and you'd defend each other no matter the cost.

you were sitting around the campfire, having a grand ol' time. you were laughing and singing and you and percy could barely breathe because you were laughing so hard.

you know how aphrodite is with seeing people who don't know they're in love. and you know how she is when it's her daughter.

so she looked at you for a long moment before smiling down from olympus, waving a hand, and sitting back to watch the scene.

suddenly percy stopped laughing. he stared at you for a long moment, simply gawking in awe of your practically sparkling appearance, and gradually the sounds around you came to an eerie silence.

gasps from the audience. you blinked before looking up, and fluttering above your head was the hologram of a white dove.

"aphrodite," breathed percy.

chiron cleared his throat. "all hail (y/n), the daughter of the goddess of love and beauty!"

"holy shit, (n/n)," percy said, and chiron sent him a warning glance but no way in hell was his attention diverted like that. "you're...wow. wow. you're...stunning."

and he was right. you were stunning. suddenly the most beautiful person at the campfire, though percy would argue you were that already.

july seventh

percy didn't know how to tell you. you were the daughter of aphrodite, for fuck's sake, and he wasn't sure you could ever retaliate feelings for him.

there was something about you. you were so incredibly caring, so bright and smiley whenever he was around, it was hard not to catch feelings.

he asked his friends for advice, and the main thing they could give him was "don't rush into things."

as percy walked up to you, alone in the archery range, his eyes flashed with something you couldn't quite place.

he took a deep breath. "hey," he said, putting on a casual tone and a smile.

you smiled back. and fuck, you had a smile that could light up tartarus. "hi!" you greeted him.

little did he know you'd liked him since you'd met him. and when he didn't notice, you looked at him like he was the one that put the stars in the sky.

percy's stomach flipped as it sunk in what he was about to say. "soo," he started, trying to play it cool though he knew he was probably red in the face. "i just wanted to say....um....i think you're really beautiful," he blurted out. "i mean, um, i mean --- "

you cut him off. "do you mean 'you're my friend and i think you're really beautiful' or 'you're beautiful and i kinda wanna date you?'"

percy blinked. "...the latter?" he said.

your brain took a moment to process this. percy jackson. liked. you back.

you didn't see yourself as beautiful. so how could he?... he was the popular, hot son of poseidon.

and you were...what?

as if reading your mind, percy said, "you're gorgeous. loving. happy. what is there not to like?"

you opened your mouth to speak, but he spoke first. "can i be your boyfriend?" he asked.

you fidgeted. "what if i do something wrong?"

percy grinned, something like that of the cheshire cat. (we love a poet without knowing it) "then we'll talk about it, (y/n)." he threw one arm to the left side, the grin slowly fading. "wait for a second while i make a point. that is the tension that's always been there." he threw his other arm to the right side. "that is what we could be. see? that's, like, big progress.

his arms are wide; beckoning.

you took a quick glance to the left, right, behind, and close the gap. "big progress?" you say teasingly. "big grammar."

percy pokes you in the forehead. "you're not a daughter of athena. shhh."

after a long moment of gazing, percy is the one that breaks first.

his lips press against yours and you know it's always been this, this kairos, the fleeting rightness of the moment that it would happen.

the atmosphere around you seemed to change as you kissed. first a dark scene, then a cabin-like room, then a vine-covered undergrowth with a small door that might've been big enough for a rabbit.

in that moment, you decided you wanted to be like silena.

minus the dying part. that would not be fun.

the last thing --- hell, it didn't even make the list --- you wanted to do was break percy's heart. that would be just horrible; you loved him.

september eleventh

you and percy had been dating for two, three-ish months now, and it had been basically wonderland.

if there were a hundred people who loved percy jackson, you were one of those people, and vice versa.

if there was one person who loved you, it was percy jackson, and vice versa.

if no one loved either of you, both of you never existed and never would exist.

you went to the same school and made sure of that. and as your pinky hooked around percy's, followed by your whole hand, your boyfriend marvelled at the touch.

you can do this now, he reminded himself. you can reach out and touch her and she'll kiss you and you won't have to run away from her or yourself or any feelings.

life was never better in wonderland, and it could never be better when you had each other by your side.

[goodbyeyellowbrickcloset]

Midnights in Wonderland: Follow ME! Down The Rabbit Hole

“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary-wise, what it is, it wouldn’t be, and what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?” – Alice in Wonderland (1951)

I want to be clear: I didn’t discover this sync. But when I first heard whispers of Midnights in Wonderland nearly two years ago, I knew I had to sit with it, comb through every detail, and try to understand why Taylor Swift would structure an album to align with Alice in Wonderland (1951).

What I found was something more layered than I ever expected.

This is not Dark Side of the Rainbow (The Wizard of Oz + Dark Side of the Moon). This is not about Taylor simply being inspired by Alice in Wonderland. This is about time, disillusionment, queerness, waking up from illusion, and realizing the fantasy isn’t real.

If you want to experience Midnights in Wonderland for yourself, here’s how:

How To Watch Midnights In Wonderland

1. Start the 1951 Alice in Wonderland movie and wait until 3 minutes and 31 seconds in. (31 is 13, backwards).

2. Press play on Midnights (3AM Edition) – in reverse order (starting with “Dear Reader” and working backward to “Lavender Haze”). Midnights in Wonderland Playlist

3. You'll notice track 3 (“Anti-Hero”) and track 8 (“Vigilante Shit”) are switched, the theory here is that we believe Taylor foreshadowed this by flipping the phone upside down in Midnights Mayhem With Me (8/3, of course).

4. The sync will end right before the movie concludes at 1 hour and 13 minutes (1:13, of course).

��� I like to have the volume on for the movie until the music starts and to turn the movie volume back on so you can hear the conclusion to the movie.

What you’ll witness is an eerie, stunning, startlingly perfect alignment of music and visual storytelling.

So the question is—why Alice? Why would Taylor choose to layer Midnights over this particular fantasy? Why not The Wizard of Oz, given how deep her Oz references run? Why this story of a girl lost in nonsense, trying to find her way back to reality?

That’s what we’re about to unpack.

Follow The White Rabbit: What Is Midnights in Wonderland Really Saying?

“If you don’t know where you want to go, then it doesn’t matter which path you take.” – The Cheshire Cat

This theory isn’t just about visual syncs. It’s about what the story of Alice means in contrast to what Midnights is trying to say.

Here’s what I discovered while analyzing this theory—a series of questions I asked myself, followed by my own answers.

1. The Intention Behind The Sync

"Never take advice from someone who's falling apart" - Taylor Swift

Q: If this sync is real, why Alice in Wonderland? Why not The Wizard of Oz itself, given how deep Taylor’s Oz references run? A: Maybe because Dark Side of Oz is already a phenomenon, and she wouldn’t repeat it. Midnights is obsessed with clocks, time, and spirals, which aligns with the Alice in Wonderland narrative.

Q: What is she trying to convey by layering Midnights over this particular film? Is it about disillusionment? Escapism? The loss of childhood wonder? A: I think all of the above. Beginning with Dear Reader sets a very sobering tone to the fantastical journey that we embark on throughout Wonderland. The fact that Taylor refers to the audience of the song as ‘readers’, sure it could be about reading her lyrics, but regardless it's a wonderful way to visually introduce the story of a historic fantasy novel. So, yes, I believe that the layering from there on out explores escapism, loss of childhood wonder, and disillusionment.

Q: Could this be a commentary on looking back at your past self and realizing how naive you once were? (Much like Alice waking up from Wonderland.) A: Totally. In the beginning of the movie, before you start the soundtrack, Alice is hanging out with her cat, listening to her older sister read a book while daydreaming about her own fantasy world. As she starts the journey that leads her to the rabbit hole (into what is ultimately a dream), the music begins and we take the journey throughout the movie and album. As Lavender Haze concluding (remember we are listening to the album backwards), the caterpillar blows a puff of purple smoke into Alice's face and asks, "Who are you?" Alice runs into a spiral haze of purple and then wakes up to her sister saying, "Alice?! Will you kindly pay attention and recite your lesson?" bringing her back to reality. Taylor herself recognizes Midnights is a reflection of sleepless nights, and the visual journey ends with her in the same place she started.

Q: Is this a reflection of how Taylor views her past eras? Has she been living in a Wonderland-like dream state, and now she’s waking up? A: Absolutely. Midnights feels like a retrospective album, with each song revisiting a different chapter of her life—almost like flipping through a dream journal filled with past versions of herself. Tracks like Question...?, You’re On Your Own, Kid, and Karma allude to distinct personal experiences, much like a collection of memories pieced together from her different eras. When paired with Alice in Wonderland, the visual alignment becomes striking. Dear Reader sets the introspective tone as Alice enters the unknown, The Great War plays as the animated flowers sing about memories and growth, and Anti-Hero overlays the Mad Hatter’s chaotic tea party, reinforcing themes of identity struggles and self-perception. These moments suggest that Taylor isn’t just reflecting—she’s exploring the dreamlike nature of her past and whether she’s finally waking up from it.

Q: Dark Side of Oz works because The Wizard of Oz has such an intense emotional journey—does Alice in Wonderland have the same impact, or is this sync meant to show how detached or disoriented Taylor feels in this era?

A: Alice in Wonderland doesn’t follow the same emotional structure as The Wizard of Oz—instead of a clear beginning, middle, and resolution, it’s a series of strange encounters that leave Alice more confused than when she started. Syncing Midnights with Alice in Wonderland feels like an intentional way to mirror that sense of disorientation.

Taylor’s songwriting on Midnights is deeply personal, structured like pages from a diary rather than a linear narrative. The album is full of self-examination, contradictions, and fragmented emotions—just like Alice’s journey through Wonderland. Pairing these introspective lyrics with the chaotic visuals of Alice in Wonderland adds depth to both; it makes Wonderland feel less like a whimsical escape and more like a metaphor for the confusion, loneliness, and exhaustion of adulthood. In this way, Midnights feels like a grown-up’s reflection on the instability of Wonderland—what once felt magical now feels overwhelming, and waking up might be just as painful as the dream itself.

2. Alice As A Stand-In For Taylor

"Who...are...you?" – Caterpillar

Q: Alice follows the White Rabbit into Wonderland—was there a “rabbit hole” moment for Taylor that changed everything for her? A: Taylor’s “rabbit hole” moment seems to be the decision to turn her life into art—to use her personal experiences as the foundation of her songwriting. From the moment she started writing about her own emotions, relationships, and struggles, she set herself on a path where reality and storytelling would always be intertwined.

In Midnights, "Dear Reader" feels like the moment she acknowledges just how deep she’s gone. It’s not just about where she is now—it’s about the entire journey that led her here. She’s addressing the listener (the “reader”) as if we’ve been following the story all along, warning us that she’s reached a place she can’t easily escape from. The narrative and visual storytelling of Alice in Wonderland parallels this perfectly. Just like Alice falls further and further into an unpredictable, surreal world, Taylor’s career has been a continuous descent into deeper layers of meaning, performance, and coded storytelling. The deeper she goes, the harder it becomes to separate reality from the mythos she’s created around herself.

Q: Alice constantly shrinks and grows. Does this reflect Taylor’s experiences in fame—sometimes feeling larger than life, other times feeling small and powerless? A: Absolutely. Taylor has spoken often about the duality of being a global superstar while still feeling deeply human. The Anti-Hero music video directly plays with this idea—Taylor appears as a giant at a small, intimate tea party, struggling to fit into a world that suddenly feels too small for her. It’s a visual metaphor for the way fame has made her larger than life, yet unable to fully belong in ordinary spaces.

In the Midnights in Wonderland sync, Alice’s rapid shrinking and growing mirrors this tension perfectly. The first time Alice shrinks to a tiny size happens during Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve—a song heavy with themes of regret, power imbalance, and vulnerability. The constant fluctuations in size throughout the film reflect Taylor’s own struggle with navigating the extremes of her existence—being idolized and scrutinized, feeling untouchable yet incredibly exposed. The world either makes her feel too big, like an overwhelming force, or too small, like she has no real control. Alice’s disorienting experience in Wonderland serves as a powerful parallel to Taylor’s own battle with identity under the weight of fame.

Q: Alice is lost, trying to navigate a nonsensical world. Is Midnights Taylor’s way of expressing the experience of feeling lost, disoriented, or manipulated by the industry? A: Throughout Midnights, Taylor explores the disillusionment that comes with fame, power, and the entertainment industry’s ever-shifting rules. In the Midnights in Wonderland sync, Alice’s journey mirrors this experience—she trusts figures along the way, only to be misled, trapped, or forced into bizarre situations that make no logical sense. This feels like an allegory for Taylor’s navigation of the music industry, where she’s had to decipher who truly has her best interests at heart and who is simply playing a game.

The Mad Hatter’s tea party is one of the most striking parallels. Alice arrives at what seems to be a lively, welcoming space, but the rules of the conversation keep shifting, and nothing she says is ever quite right. This could represent Taylor’s experience in an industry that expects her to constantly reinvent herself, answer to critics, and adhere to standards that change at the whims of those in power.

The Queen of Hearts scene is another moment that aligns with Taylor’s industry struggles. The Queen changes the rules of the game on a whim, unfairly winning the croquet match and demanding absolute loyalty. She disposes of anyone who doesn’t comply. This could reflect Taylor’s past experiences with executives, critics, or media figures who have manipulated narratives, tried to control her career, or written her off when she didn’t play by their expectations.

Through Midnights, Taylor tells a story of trying to make sense of a world that often feels absurd and unfair—just like Alice, who must navigate Wonderland’s chaos while clinging to her own sense of reality.

Q: The Cheshire Cat is known for leading Alice astray while acting like a guide. Are there figures in Taylor’s life who have done the same? A: The Cheshire Cat is one of the most cryptic figures in Alice in Wonderland, constantly appearing and disappearing, offering guidance that is both enlightening and misleading. In the context of Midnights in Wonderland, this character could symbolize figures in Taylor’s life who have influenced her, whether positively or manipulatively, leaving her questioning what is real and what is an illusion.

One possible interpretation is that the Cheshire Cat represents Taylor’s evolving understanding of her own identity—particularly her queerness. The cat’s distinct color palette aligns with the bi-pride flag, and its tendency to appear at moments of confusion or transition mirrors the way queer identity can feel both liberating and disorienting in a world that demands clear labels. If Taylor has spent years navigating an industry and a society that forces her to compartmentalize her public image and private truth, then the Cheshire Cat’s elusive nature could reflect that inner struggle—the push and pull between visibility and secrecy.

On a broader level, the Cheshire Cat might also represent people in Taylor’s life who have played dual roles as mentors, enablers, or even deceivers. Whether industry figures, former friends, or relationships that left her feeling lost, there’s an undeniable theme in Midnights of being led astray while searching for answers.

As the Cheshire Cat tells Alice: “We’re all mad here.” Perhaps Taylor, like Alice, has spent years trying to make sense of a world that thrives on contradiction, only to realize that sometimes, the only way forward is to embrace the uncertainty.

Q: The Queen of Hearts rules through chaos and irrationality—does Taylor see herself as someone who has to play along with the madness to survive? A: The Queen of Hearts is the ultimate symbol of erratic power—ruling through fear, demanding blind loyalty, and punishing those who step out of line. In Alice in Wonderland, her commands make little sense, yet everyone scrambles to obey, terrified of her infamous “Off with their heads!” decree. This kind of oppressive authority feels eerily familiar when thinking about the power structures in the music industry, where one wrong move can result in an artist being blacklisted, misrepresented, or turned into a villain overnight.

Taylor, like Alice, has had to navigate an industry full of unpredictable rulers—whether they be executives, critics, or even public opinion itself. To survive, she has often had to “play the game,” strategically choosing when to comply and when to push back. But much like Alice in the court scene, there have been moments where Taylor has grown in stature, asserting her influence in ways that challenge the power structures around her. The most obvious example is her Lover-era battle for her masters, where she stood up to the music industry’s own version of the Queen of Hearts and refused to be silenced.

However, just as Alice realizes the Queen's power is ultimately flimsy—built on intimidation rather than real strength—Taylor seems to understand that her true power isn’t in conforming, but in outlasting. By staying in control of her narrative, she continues to grow larger in the industry, becoming an entity even the so-called rulers can’t ignore. The Queen of Hearts thrives on absolute control, but Taylor has proven that she can thrive by doing the opposite—reinventing herself, adapting, and refusing to let anyone dictate her path.

In the end, just as Alice wakes up and leaves Wonderland behind, perhaps Taylor is working toward a future where she no longer has to play along with the madness to survive.

3. Midnights As The Anti-Wonderland

“I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.” – Alice

Q: Wonderland is a place of nonsense, fantasy, and illusion. Is Midnights an anti-fantasy, the realization of hard truths in the cold light of reality? A: Yes. If Alice in Wonderland represents the whimsical, unpredictable dream-state of Taylor’s past eras—where love, fame, and identity were experienced in larger-than-life, surreal terms—then Midnights is the stark moment of waking up. It’s the cold, quiet hours spent reflecting on everything that once seemed magical, only to realize how distorted and deceptive it might have been.

Unlike past albums that *supposedly* leaned into storytelling and character work (Folklore, Evermore), Midnights is intensely biographical. The emotions are raw, the self-reflection is sharp, and the illusions have shattered. Where Wonderland thrives on the nonsensical—contradictions, paradoxes, and a world where rules change on a whim—Midnights is structured, intentional, and brutally honest. It takes the experiences that once seemed like fairytales and holds them up against reality, forcing Taylor (and the listener) to acknowledge what was real and what was merely a fantasy she wanted to believe in.

A key lyrical choice in Midnights is her frequent use of “you” instead of specific pronouns or names. This technique makes the songs feel personal yet universal, almost like a diary written in code. It mirrors the feeling of waking up from a dream where the details are blurry, but the emotions linger. We don’t always know exactly who she’s talking to—but that’s part of the point. In Wonderland, identities shift, characters contradict themselves, and meanings are fluid. In Midnights, the themes of secrecy, longing, and disillusionment take center stage, but the details remain just out of reach—mirroring Taylor’s own experience of grappling with a reality that doesn’t always match the fantasy she once lived in.

So if Wonderland was the dream, Midnights is the reckoning. It’s the moment of realization that some fantasies were just that—fantasies. But instead of running from the truth, she lingers in it, analyzing every sleepless thought and making peace with the chaos of both the dream and the awakening.

Q: Is Midnights Taylor waking up from the dream of the past—whether that’s fame, a relationship, or her own illusions about life? A: Midnights feels like a reckoning with the illusions Taylor has carried—whether about love, fame, or even her own identity. The album is deeply introspective, filled with moments of clarity that cut through the haze of past experiences. If Wonderland represents the fantasy—the whirlwind of romance, success, and the world she built around her—then Midnights is her stepping back and asking, Was any of it real?

As I've said, “Dear Reader” sets the tone right from the start of the sync, as Alice falls down the rabbit hole. The song itself acts as a cautionary letter to both the listener and Taylor’s younger self, warning that nothing is ever as it seems. It’s a significant opening because it frames the entire journey as one of reflection—looking back on past choices, past relationships, and past personas with a more critical, perhaps even cynical, lens.

Watching Midnights in Wonderland with the tracklist played in reverse order is particularly striking. The final song becomes “Lavender Haze,” where Taylor pleads to stay in the fog of illusion, resisting the pressures of reality. This mirrors Alice’s own journey: after all the chaos and confusion of Wonderland, she finally wakes up to the mundane reality of everyday life. The dream ends, but what comes next?

That’s the lingering question. Midnights doesn’t necessarily resolve the tension—it sits in the space between the dream and the wake-up call, between nostalgia and hard truths. If this album is Taylor coming to terms with what was real and what wasn’t, then the real story lies in what she chooses to do with that knowledge. Does she stay in the Lavender Haze, or does she finally step into a world of screaming color? That’s the question she leaves us with, and only time will tell how she chooses to answer it.

Q: In Alice in Wonderland, time is chaotic, controlled by external forces (The White Rabbit is obsessed with being late). Does this mirror Taylor’s own struggles with time—her career milestones, aging in the public eye, or the pressure to keep moving? A: Absolutely. Time, both as a theme and a source of anxiety, is central to Midnights. Taylor has always been hyper-aware of time—whether it’s the ticking clock of her career, the way the public fixates on her age, or the fleeting nature of relationships. In Alice in Wonderland, the White Rabbit is frantically running, always worried about being late, much like how Taylor has expressed feeling the pressure to evolve, reinvent, and stay ahead in an industry that demands constant motion.

Throughout Midnights in Wonderland, this theme is reinforced visually and musically. In Bigger Than The Whole Sky, which plays during a moment of reflection and loss, the White Rabbit bursts in, disrupting the moment with his panic—just as Taylor often finds herself forced to move forward before she’s ready. This aligns with how she’s spoken about the relentless pace of fame, where there’s rarely a moment to grieve, process, or simply exist.

One of the most significant moments in the sync happens during the tea party scene, where Bejeweled and Anti-Hero play. Here, the chaotic, nonsensical nature of Wonderland reaches a peak, and the clock—representing control, structure, and the passage of time—is destroyed. This feels like a turning point, both in Alice’s journey and in Taylor’s storytelling. If time is shattered, if the rules no longer apply, what happens next?

Taylor has never been one to let time dictate her narrative—she’s constantly rewriting her own story, reclaiming eras, and challenging the expectations placed on her. But Midnights acknowledges the weight of those expectations, the exhaustion of keeping up, and the moments where she just wants to stop the clock entirely. The sync with Alice in Wonderland only reinforces how deeply ingrained this struggle is in her music, her life, and the world she’s built around her.

Q: If Midnights is about sleepless nights and spirals, does that make Wonderland the dream state she’s waking up from? A: Rather than Midnights being the moment of waking up, it feels like the journey through the dream itself—each song a different chapter of a long, disorienting night.

So, what happens when the dream ends? On The Lavender Edition of the album, Taylor includes Hits Different, where she explicitly sings about waking up—unsure if the person at her door is the one she longs for or someone coming to take her away. It’s a jarring shift, a sudden snap back to reality. If Wonderland represents the escapism of Midnights, then Hits Different is the moment Alice opens her eyes and realizes the fantasy is over.

What makes this even more striking is what follows. In The Tortured Poets Department, Taylor trades the rich, whimsical color palette of Midnights for stark black-and-white imagery, positioning herself in an asylum—one of the most extreme visual representations of being trapped in her own mind. If Midnights in Wonderland is her subconscious spinning through illusions, Tortured Poets seems to be the aftermath—where the magic is gone, and she’s left with nothing but cold, harsh reality.

Just as Kansas and Oz exist in striking contrast, so do Midnights and Tortured Poets. It begs the question: is Taylor waking up to clarity, or just a different kind of illusion?

4. The Soundtrack Choice

“It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me At tea time, everybody agrees” – Taylor Swift

Q: Why would Taylor specifically create an auditory sync rather than a visual or lyrical one? A: Before Midnights was released, Taylor hinted it was a “visual album,” but instead of traditional music videos for every song, what if the visuals were hidden in something deeper—like Alice in Wonderland?

An auditory sync makes Midnights an immersive experience, aligning with Taylor’s love of layered storytelling. Alice in Wonderland is all about perception vs. reality, and syncing her album to the film could be a way of making us see Midnights in a whole new way—one that questions time, identity, and illusion, much like Alice’s journey itself.

Q: Does she want us to feel the emotional journey rather than just see it? A: The contrast between Alice in Wonderland’s whimsical, colorful world and Midnights’ raw, introspective lyrics is striking. Taylor has always balanced fantasy and reality in her storytelling, and this sync feels like an extension of that—using Wonderland’s playful visuals to heighten the weight of her sleepless-night confessions. It’s not just about seeing the parallels; it’s about feeling the dissonance between escapism and harsh truth.

Q: Is there something about Midnights that lends itself to being experienced alongside a story of confusion, whimsy, and eeriness? A: Absolutely. While Midnights isn't about Alice in Wonderland, its themes of disorientation, self-reflection, and emotional turbulence align seamlessly with the film’s chaotic, dreamlike world. Taylor masterfully intertwines her personal storytelling with Wonderland’s surrealism, making the sync feel almost inevitable—like she used its whimsical setting as a backdrop to amplify the complexity of her own narrative.

Q: Does the reversed track list + song swaps suggest a deliberate restructuring of the Midnights narrative to better fit Wonderland’s progression? A: Listening to Midnights in reverse order undeniably shifts the storytelling arc, especially with how it begins and ends. Reversing the tracklist mirrors Wonderland’s logic-defying nature, creating a sense of disorientation that aligns with the film’s surreal, dreamlike progression. The choice to swap Anti-Hero and Vigilante Shit suggests an intentional reordering, reinforcing the idea of reality unraveling and shifting perspectives.

Alice’s own words—“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't”—are spoken just before Dear Reader begins, a song that reads like a warning to question everything. Taylor’s life and career have often been a balancing act between public perception and hidden truths, making this backward sequencing feel like a direct nod to the “two Taylors”—the one the world sees and the one she keeps for herself. As you watch you'll see alllllll the other alignments that show up. It's truly quiet mind blowing.

5. Lyrical Parallels

“Within that world of my own I could listen to a babbling brook And hear a song that I could understand I keep wishing it could be that way Because my world would be a wonderland” – Alice

Q: In a World of My Own is about creating a world where everything makes sense—does Dear Reader contrast this by saying, “Actually, reality is cruel, so stop looking for a fantasy”?

A: Dear Reader is the antithesis of In a World of My Own. Alice dreams of a whimsical place where the world bends to her desires, but Dear Reader warns against that kind of escapism. Taylor’s lyrics feel like a wake-up call, suggesting that what seems idealized or romanticized is often an illusion. The song hints that the comforting, dreamlike version of reality people create for themselves is a performance masking something far more difficult beneath the surface. Wonderland is a fantasy world of talking flowers and friendly creatures, but Taylor’s Midnights rewrites that story into something sharper and more sobering, where the "rabbit hole" might lead somewhere much darker.

Q: The Mad Hatter’s tea party is chaotic and nonsensical—does this align with Karma’s playful but slightly manic tone?

A: While Karma doesn’t play during the tea party scene, the sentiment fits. In the sync, the tea party unfolds to Bejeweled and Anti-Hero, both of which tap into themes of performance and instability. The Mad Hatter’s world operates on erratic, surreal logic—much like Bejeweled, where Taylor sparkles through the chaos, and Anti-Hero, where she confronts her own demons in a theatrical, exaggerated way. The energy of the tea party, with its dizzying conversations and unpredictable shifts, echoes the hyper-aware, slightly unhinged mood that runs through these songs. It’s the moment Alice realizes she’s truly surrounded by nonsense—just as Taylor grapples with the performative, often absurd nature of fame and self-image.

Q: The Queen of Hearts is a tyrant who demands blind loyalty—does Vigilante Shit speak to taking power back from a controlling force?

A: I think so. The Queen of Hearts rules through fear, demanding obedience and using public executions as a spectacle of control. The fact that Vigilante Shit syncs with this moment in the film feels almost too perfect—this is the final confrontation, the moment of rebellion. The Queen, much like oppressive forces in Taylor’s own narrative, holds power by manipulating the game in her favor, making the rules up as she goes. But Alice, much like Taylor in Vigilante Shit, refuses to play along. The upside-down track list theory that led to Vigilante Shit aligning with this scene suggests an intentional mirroring—this is the battle, the moment of taking back agency from someone who thrives on control.

Q: The White Rabbit is obsessed with time running out—does You’re on Your Own, Kid capture that same sense of fleeting opportunity and loneliness?

A: You’re on Your Own, Kid is drenched in the panic of running out of time, a feeling that mirrors the White Rabbit’s desperate urgency. He constantly reminds Alice that she’s late, pulling her deeper into the chaotic world of Wonderland. In the same way, Taylor’s song wrestles with the pressure of fleeting moments—of youth, of relationships, of self-discovery. The song builds with the realization that time doesn’t wait for anyone, that you have to carve your own path even if it means doing it alone. Much like Alice chasing the White Rabbit through Wonderland, Taylor chases something elusive, only to realize that in the end, she’s entirely on her own.

Q: Alice in Wonderland is a trip—both figuratively and literally. Does Midnights explore the comedown from an era of delusion or idealism?

A: Midnights feels like a self-aware reflection on the illusions Taylor has lived through. It’s an album that acknowledges the high of believing in something, only to later recognize its flaws. Alice tumbles into Wonderland expecting adventure, only to face confusion, absurdity, and power struggles. Similarly, Midnights revisits Taylor’s past through a more jaded, self-critical lens. It’s a journey through memory, through idealized pasts that don’t quite hold up upon closer examination. The album arrived at a moment in her career when she was actively revisiting her own mythology—re-recording her albums, performing The Eras Tour, and, perhaps, realizing that the fairy tale wasn’t always what it seemed.

6. Queerness in Wonderland

“Curiouser and curiouser!" – Alice

Q: Alice in Wonderland has been analyzed as a queer-coded text, much like The Wizard of Oz. Is Midnights engaging with that same queer lens?

A: AB-SO-FREAKING-LUTELY. Midnights is deeply queer-coded, just as Alice in Wonderland has long been interpreted through a queer lens. The themes of disorientation, identity struggles, and hidden meaning that run through Alice are strikingly similar to the way Taylor constructs Midnights. Many of the songs on the album carry layers of queer storytelling, particularly when examined in the broader context of her work. The album plays with secrecy, longing, and a sense of having to navigate the world under a carefully curated image—sentiments that resonate heavily with queer experiences. And when you start mapping Midnights onto Alice in Wonderland, the connections become even harder to ignore.

Q: Wonderland is a world where nothing is what it seems, and identity is fluid—does this resonate with Taylor’s own relationship with self-expression and queerness?

A: Without a doubt. Alice in Wonderland thrives on contradictions—things aren’t what they appear, words don’t mean what they should, and identity is constantly shifting. Taylor’s work, especially Midnights, leans into these same themes. She blurs reality and illusion, weaving coded references into her music and public image. The dreamlike quality of Alice mirrors Taylor’s own career—where what we see on the surface may not reflect the truth underneath. There’s a deep longing in Midnights for a reality that’s different from the one she’s been confined to. The sync with Alice in Wonderland only emphasizes the idea that she exists in a world of contradictions, caught between what’s real and what’s a performance.

Q: The phrase “down the rabbit hole” is often used to describe falling into a new way of seeing the world. Did Taylor have a moment where she “woke up” to a new understanding of herself?

A: Taylor’s entire career has been a long journey through the rabbit hole—one where she has hidden, revealed, and rewritten parts of herself through storytelling. If Midnights represents the descent, then every coded Easter egg she’s left behind is part of that journey. And really, what’s more fitting than the idea of Taylor Swift—queen of Easter eggs—laying metaphorical “eggs” throughout her career as she navigates the world? A rabbit hole isn’t just a place you fall into—it’s a maze, full of twists, illusions, and revelations. The day Taylor stops leaving breadcrumbs for us to follow might be the day she finally climbs out of it. But does she even want to leave? Wonderland is full of color, hidden meaning, and magic. Maybe she’s exactly where she wants to be.

7. The Eras Tour Clock + Time Motif

“If you knew Time as well as I do, you wouldn’t talk about wasting it. It’s him!” – The Mad Hatter

Q: The giant ticking clock in the Eras Tour is reminiscent of the White Rabbit’s obsession with time—does this suggest Midnights and Alice in Wonderland are deeply connected?

A: Almost assuredly. The White Rabbit’s frantic anxiety about time slipping away mirrors the way Midnights fixates on late nights, nostalgia, and the haunting passage of time. Taylor’s use of a massive, looming clock in the Eras Tour stage design reinforces this parallel—it’s as if she’s acknowledging that time has always been one of her biggest struggles, both personally and professionally. The ticking clock in Alice in Wonderland isn’t just about running late; it’s about being controlled by time, about feeling like you’re constantly chasing something you may never catch. Midnights shares that same sentiment—reflecting on past moments, lost opportunities, and the relentless forward march of life in the spotlight.

Q: Taylor references time CONSTANTLY in Midnights. Does this parallel Wonderland’s distorted perception of time?

A: Without a doubt. In Alice in Wonderland, time bends, halts, and warps—it’s unreliable, dictated by forces beyond Alice’s control. Midnights operates the same way. The album is non-linear, jumping through past heartbreaks, regrets, and moments of clarity as if Taylor is unstuck in time, revisiting versions of herself that still haunt her. The imagery of clocks, sleepless nights, and “moments that turned into something bigger” all contribute to this sense that she is grappling with time as an illusion—just like Alice. The Eras Tour clock only cements this idea further.

8. If This Was Her Plan, What Comes Next?

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?” – Alice

Q: If Taylor deliberately created this sync, what’s her endgame?

A: Taylor has built her career on storytelling, symbolism, and an almost obsessive attention to detail. She knows her audience thrives on unraveling hidden meanings, and this sync feels like another puzzle she’s left for those who are willing to look deeper. If Midnights truly aligns with Alice in Wonderland, then perhaps the next step is not just waking up from the dream but understanding why she needed the dream in the first place. While some theories suggest The Tortured Poets Department might sync with Dead Poets Society, I haven’t analyzed that theory in depth yet. But what I do know is that Alice in Wonderland is a journey into the unknown, and Midnights is Taylor’s most self-reflective album yet—so wherever she’s taking us next, it will likely continue peeling back the layers of performance and illusion she’s been building for years.

Q: Is Midnights her realization era—her breaking free from Wonderland?

A: I think it’s a turning point, but not the end of the journey. Midnights is deeply introspective, but it doesn’t feel like complete liberation—it feels like a reckoning. The album is full of hindsight, regret, and the desire to rewrite history. If Alice in Wonderland represents a dream state, Midnights could be the moment before waking—where you’re half-conscious, aware that you’re dreaming but not quite ready to leave. She’s still tangled in nostalgia, secrets, and the tension between fantasy and reality.

Q: If she’s leaving clues about waking up from the fantasy, what is she waking up to?

A: I think she has shown us that she’s waking up to The Tortured Poets Department. If Midnights was about navigating the disorienting haze of fame, love, and secrecy, Tortured Poets seems to be the stark, raw aftermath. The color has been drained, the whimsical illusions have faded, and she’s confronting the reality that she still isn’t living freely. The shift from Midnights to Tortured Poets feels like going from a surreal, dreamlike place to a stark, clinical reality—almost like waking up in an asylum after falling through the rabbit hole. She’s still dealing with secrecy and heartbreak, still writing about hidden love and longing, but now the magic is gone.

Q: Does this mean The Tortured Poets Department is her post-Wonderland album—more stripped back, raw, and grounded?

A: Yes, but in a way that still feels unresolved. She’s no longer in Wonderland, but she’s not in “screaming color” either. Instead, she’s in black and white. The shift from the whimsical, metaphor-heavy world of Midnights to the grayscale, sterile aesthetic of Tortured Poets suggests she’s still trapped—just in a different way. Instead of navigating the illusions of Wonderland, she’s now sitting with the consequences of waking up. And the question remains: does she want to stay awake, or does she want to dream again?

Conclusion: Are You Ready To Wake Up?

The Midnights in Wonderland sync isn’t just a coincidence. It’s a conversation. A visual, musical, and thematic experiment in how we interpret Taylor’s work.

It’s her Wonderland, but it’s also ours.

So—have you watched the sync? Did anything stand out to you? What are your thoughts on the connections? And more importantly—if Taylor is waking up, what is she waking up to?

Let’s discuss.

(P.S. If you’ve spotted any especially queer-coded moments in the sync, drop them below. I’d love to hear them.) ✨

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Jamie’s 2024 Favs ✨

Thank you for the tag @sanarsi @guiltyasdave 🩵 2024 has been a whirlwind, and I spent most of it here writing about that big, broad, silly old man ☺️ It’s very difficult to pick out some of my favorites because I love all of them, but I’ll say some of my top ones! These are all Joel Miller x fem! reader ones.

Saving What Was Lost - This has very quickly become one of my most favorite things to write! Joel being his big protective, soft self is just so comforting 🥹 I love this story with my whole heart.

Dark Shades of Innocence Lost - My next favorite. This story took me through all the emotions, and it all started with one single song that flooded me with the idea. I’m currently reworking it to be my debut novel, and my goal is to self-publish it sometime in 2026! 2025 will be all about getting the first draft ready and through the editor’s hands. Also getting the cover done in August by one of my favorite illustrators! Writing a book is so so much harder than writing fics, but I’ll gladly accept the challenge.

Fading Into Lilac Skies: Ahh. This is the one I keep going back to 🥰 I love how this one flowed and built into the song “Colors” by Halsey. I love these two very much and would very much like to write a part two when I get the chance.

Take Me to Wonderland: This was such a nostalgic and relaxing fic to write, and I just love how I got to tie the Alice in Wonderland world into Joel and reader’s. Definitely my comfort read 💜

Tear You Apart: There’s nothing more I love than writing angst, and this one was kind of like a little red riding hood x big bad wolf mix. I love them and think about them often!

Pulled by the Scarlet Reins: Another angsty witch trial one! Taylor Swift’s “Cassandra” inspired this one. Again, angst with a happy ending is my favorite thing to write.

Tagging some lovely fic writers and anyone who sees this 🩵 @sawymredfox @mountainsandmayhem @lotusbxtch @burntheedges @milla-frenchy

@aurorawritestoescape @bageldaddy @joelstummy @beardedjoel @almostfoxglove

@magpiepills @almostempty @joelsdagger @joelsoftie @pedrospatch

@ozarkthedog @justagalwhowrites @macfrog

[saradika-graphics]

DIVIDERS MASTERLIST

FANDOM

— Across the Spider-Verse | Hobie

— Alice in Wonderland

— Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes

— Boba Fett (Star Wars)

— Clone Trooper/Star Wars

— Din Djarin (Star Wars)

— Fallout

— Fennec Shand

— FNAF

— Ghostface

— Hannibal

— Hello Kitty/Sanrio

— Hozier

— Hunger Games

— Lightsabers (Star Wars) / Part 2

— Maze Runner

— Mothman

— Percy Jackson

— Pokemon

— Resident Evil (Heisnberg)

— Scream / Ghostface

— Silmarillion/Tolkien

— Sith-Inspired Dividers (Star Wars)

— Skyrim

— Stardew Valley | Part ii

— Supernatural

— Tangled

— Taylor Swift (Folklore) | illcit affairs | reputation | evermore | speak now | all too well | ttpd | lover

— The Last of Us

— Yellowjackets

— Zelda

✨(Everything was made using Canva - so check that app out if you’re looking to make your own! Credit is not required but a reblog would be great if you use! 💕) ✨

[escapingrealityforamoment]

Inspired by Taylor Swift's "Snow on the Beach," Conrad finds himself enchanted by Y/N's ability to find beauty in unexpected moments. As they dance in the rare snowfall on the beach, he realizes their love is as magical and unique as the scene before them.

Conrad’s POV

The waves crashed against the shore, their rhythm matching the beat of my racing heart. The beach was an unlikely place to find snow, but as I watched Y/N twirl in the sand, her laughter filling the air, it felt like magic was swirling around us.

I had always been captivated by Y/N's spirit, her ability to find beauty in unexpected places. And here we were, standing on a beach covered in snow, a symbol of the extraordinary connection we shared.

As Y/N reached out her hand, a mischievous glint in her eyes, I couldn't resist. I took her hand in mine, and together we danced in the snow, leaving footprints behind as a testament to our love.

In that moment, time stood still. The world around us faded away, leaving only Y/N and me, lost in our own little snow-covered paradise. We laughed, we spun, and we let the pure joy of the moment wash over us.

As we lay on the cold sand, side by side, Y/N's hand nestled in mine, I couldn't help but be filled with a sense of wonder. How had I been so lucky to find someone who brought warmth and light to even the coldest of days?

The snowflakes fell around us, delicate and ethereal, just like Y/N. Each one was unique, just as our love story was. And as we watched the snow blanket the beach, I knew that our love was something rare and beautiful.

Y/N turned to me, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and tenderness. She leaned in, her lips meeting mine in a soft, snow-kissed kiss. It was a moment of perfect harmony, a merging of our souls in a snow-covered embrace.

As we sat there, our bodies wrapped in a shared blanket, I knew that this day would forever be etched in my memory. It was a day where the impossible became possible, where love and snow coexisted on a beach, and where Y/N and I discovered that even in the most unexpected moments, love could blossom.

In that wintry wonderland, with Y/N by my side, I realized that love was like snow on the beach—a rare and beautiful occurrence that defied logic and melted the barriers of the ordinary. And as we watched the snowflakes continue to fall, I knew that this love was a gift, a treasure to be cherished for all the seasons to come.

[fuckyesnessian]

Creator Highlight #6 - @c-e-d-dreamer

Welcome back to Nessian Creator Highlights!! We want to take a moment to recognize the amazing individuals in our fandom who kindly use up so much of their freetime and creative energy to share their work with us!

You've likely seen @c-e-d-dreamer floating around the nessian tags, either for her wonderful art commissions, her incredible fics, or her willingness to roll out the welcome mat for new nessians! Her generous spirit and friendly disposition makes the nessian tag a safe and supportive space for all new folks looking for a soft landing!

Besides being so wonderfully kind, @c-e-d-dreamer is also an impossibly talented fic writer. If you're looking for nessian angst, look no further- and if you're looking for hockey Nessian, she is absolutely your expert!

Check out some of our favorites below:

Top Shelf Love: After an embarrassing first meeting at her youngest sister’s engagement party, Nesta swears that she’ll never think about hockey hotshot Cassian Valdarez ever again. But then he’s moving to her city, refusing to get out of her bookstore, and seemingly determined to get under her skin. When Cassian gets traded to the Seattle Kraken, it feels like his whole life changes. The last thing he expects is Nesta Archeron, his sister-in-law’s sister and the only person he knows when he moves across the country. Unfortunately for him, the only thing Nesta wants is for Cassian Valdarez to get out of her bookstore. He’s determined to change her mind. Aka: the most self-indulgent hockey AU you’ll ever read

But I'm Only Looking At You: Cassian has been in love with Nesta Archeron for years and hopes to one day ask for her hand. But when Cassian learns that Nesta is set to marry the Viscount Tomas Mandray, he’s ready and willing to do anything to stop it, including doing something very very stupid. Aka a Regency AU inspired by Taylor Swift’s Speak Now

Wonderland: And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad What if Nesta rejected the mating bond without understanding the consequences? What if Cassian was driven to madness by the rejected bond?

Check out the rest of her masterlist HERE

Want to nominate someone? Fill out the form HERE

[prettyinpink350]

Clean/is it over now?

This whole story was basically inspired by clean, is it over now, now that we don’t talk, wonderland, style, basically the whole 1989 album, all too well 10 version, and illicit affairs

Can you tell I love Taylor Swift? 🤭

Nomad grey! Soft dark! Steve rogers x reader. Cheating!!!! Angst!!!! Depressed reader, tony dying. The time line if messed up do t do the math I already tried lol. Reader is Tony Starks, daughter, but race or looks are not described. 

Seeing his blue eyes in the forefront of your mind was haunting. you couldn’t get clean off of him His whispers had changed every muscle in your body to love him and only him. Was it over when she laid down on your couch was it over when he unbuttoned your blouse? Was it over then and is it over now? The question you asked every night, or when you walked in every room that held the blondes with love eyes. Your scorned young body, a solider returning half her weight, the blue muse hidden from view hurting from seeing the flashing lights as he showcased her to all.

Steve Rogers was your first lover, only 18, and somehow the family friend since your early teen years was gone and replaced with a man of love and stolen kisses. His hands fire, his lips held unfished unspoken ‘I love yous’. If your love is over, why do you wait? Why do you hide in your hidden places he took you so no one could hear your sweet nothing relationship and moans. Why are you still writing pages about a love story that has ended?

You remember the tension in the last years before the full out. His smile on your 18th birthday, him slow dancing with you, everyone at the party drunk or too blinded by the American dream to notice he was more then a family friend or uncle Steve, your father's co-worker and avenger. Blushing in arms, your teenage heart bursting in shy looks away from the man holding your waist. Then by next celebration, Only ever held hands with a boy and suddenly a lover, what an unexpected transition for an 19 year old girl. Never knowing how love worked nor how cruel his could be.

Now 25 never had another lover, the habit for you never left, still lost in wonderland though he was lost in anothers. Trying to find a cure, to bring dust to people, standing in a room with the rest of (what's left of) the Avengers brings acid up your throat. The secret too big to share with your father and how his old best friend broke your heart, it ate you alive for lying, dying. Dying feeling like the world's worst daughter, watching him sacrifice himself while whispering to you how much he loved you was the ground falling underneath what made your sky.

Steve picking your crumpled body off the ground crying at your father's asleep feet to forgive you for your secrets. Sobbing into the man you loved and hated, hated for leaving you scared and confused during the civil war. You sat at home heartbroken praying he was okay and that he would just sign the damn papers, that your father didn't kill him, while he made out with Sharon Carter. Pounding on his chest screaming at him to let you go, you struggled in his arms while he tried to calm you down.

You yelling at him that it was all his fault, only the two of you knowing what you meant.

After that you didn't talk to him, what was really left of the Avengers lives in the compound and so does Steve's new finance, the younger blonde, who giggles like you did, he’s not afraid to tell people he loves her. The pain mixed in with love unrequited.

A mission in the tall mountains was the reopening of the love affair, you think of jumping off every tall somethings just to see if he comes running, but no.

“I’ve missed you” he spoke to you leaning on the kitchen island, you sitting at the dinner table eating soup, you ignored him. “y/n”

“Let's leave the past where it belongs,” you said

“Babygirl please” Steve pushed himself off the counter, pulling your chair away from the table, now squatting in front of you. His hands holding yours.

“You’re engaged, we shouldn’t requel our relationship now, and I can't even look at you without wanting you” you admitted softly to him looking down at your lap where your hands and his lay.

“I still love you y/n, and I know I left. I know I should have come back to you baby. I’m a sick man but your my love baby and I can't see you love me everyday while I pretend she's you.”

“No, do you think I didn't see you, there was flashing lights at least I had the decency to keep my nights out of sight, were we over when you kissed Sharon? You try and find something better in every girl's bed-.”

Steve kissed you deeply cutting you off, his hands moved to your shoulders pulling you closer. You kissed him back, the feeling different from the innocent love, that the devil he was truly letting himself mask in it.

His arms wrapped around your waist, and your legs wrapped around his. He took you to bed, naked bodies meeting again. His thrusts drove moans out of you like no other.

“You're still my baby, c'mon I’m still your Stevie” his words kissed your skin. “Say it, say you're still mine, I’m still your daddy” he demanded his thrusts becoming harder.

“I-i love you Daddy” you squeaked out Steve smiling at your words knowing he still had you after all these years.

“Don't you ever take away my baby again. You’re my baby.” after his words, you moaned loudly your face buried in between his neck and shoulder. Cumming full force.

“That's it babygirl, cum for me.”

Steve and you laid down still naked in each other's arms, feeling his warmth.

“We’re staying here, I'm not going back to her,” he spoke sternly

“What?” you replied back, pulling away so you could see his face.

“We’re stayin’ here, we’re gonna build a family and I’m not letting you out of my sight again baby. You’re mine. I love you” Steve said still stern but with a dark look in his eyes.

“I’ve watched you hurt and be alone far too long, I've saved the world for you, killed for you, wanted you… Say it back y/n”

“I-i love you, Stevie”

10 months older, a baby five months in. You can't quit, you can't say you got clean. 10 months older now he can admit there was no mission just a trick to get you back.

[writingsonsaturn]

: ̗̀➛ the 'taylor swift' series

𖡎 description - this series will be based off of taylor swift songs, every song will have it's own fic inspired by the songs title and or inspired by lyrics. some songs ive decided not to add to this series out of respect as well as it would not feel right to include.

disclaimer - all songs and song titles belong to taylor swift, all rights to these songs belong to her.

⚘ = fluff | ✤ = smut | ֎ = angst

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The Tortured Poets Department

- fortnight

- ֎ the tortured poets department (spencer reid)

↪ spencer breaks up with you out of no where

- my boy only breaks his favorite toys

- ⚘ down bad (jensen ackles)

↪ jensen trys to comfort you after a break up (daughter!reader)

- so long, london

- but daddy i love him

- fresh out the slammer

- florida!!!

- guilty as sin?

- whos 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

Midnights

- lavender haze

- maroon

- 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

evermore

- willow

- champagne problems

- gold rush

- 'tis the damn season

- tolerate it

- no body, no crime

- happiness

- dorothea

- coney island

- ivy

- cowboy like me

- long story short

- closure

- evermore

- right where you left me

- it's time to go

folklore

- the 1

- cardigan

- the last great american dynasty

- exile

- my tears ricochet

- ֎ mirrorball (tasm!peter parker)

↪ peter hasn't been very appreciative of your hard work

- seven

- august

- this is me trying

- illicit affairs

- invisible string

- mad woman

- epiphany

- betty

- peace

- hoax

- the lakes

- carolina

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

- false god

- you need to calm down

- afterglow

- me!

- it's nice to have a friend

- daylight

- ⚘ all of the girls you've loved before (tim bradford)

↪ you were always who tim wanted

reputation

- ...ready for it?

- endgame

- i did something bad

- don't blame me

- delicate

- look what you made me do

- so it goes...

- gorgeous

- getaway car

- king of my heart

- dancing with our hands tied

- dress

- this is why we can't have nice things

- call it what you want

- new year's day

- i don't wanna live forever

1989

- welcome to new york

- blank space

- style

- out of the woods

- ֎ all you had to do was stay (tim bradford)

↪ tim shows up one night after breaking up with you

- 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?

- sweeter than fiction

RED

- state of grace

- red

- treacherous

- i knew you were trouble

- all too well

- 22

- i almost do

- we are never ever getting back together

- stay stay stay

- the last time

- 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

- better man

- nothing new

- babe

- message in a bottle

- forever winter

- run

- the very first night

- all too well (10 min)

- safe & sound

- eyes open

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

- last kiss

- haunted

- long live

- ours

- superman

- electric touch

- when emma falls in love

- i can see you

- castles crumbling

- foolish one

- timeless

Fearless

- fearless

- fifteen

- love story

- hey stephen

- white horse

- you belong with me

- breathe

- tell my why

- you're not sorry

- the way i loved you

- forever & always

- the best day

- change

- jump then fall

- 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

Taylor Swift

- 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 (oh my my my)

- our song

- im only me when im with you

- invisible

- a perfectly good heart

Bonus

- christmas tree farm

[the-merry-thieves]

TLH Couples as Taylor Swift Songs

Because I wanted to connect two things I love :)

Cordelia & James: "You’re Losing Me" (throughout CoG and CoI) and "Lover" (end of CoT)

You're Losing Me: Cordelia had to pretend that she was fine and didn't love James for so long, and thought she needed to endure it alone. She gave James her "best mes", "endless empathy", until she couldn't anymore. Seeing James embrace Grace at the end of CoI was the final straw after years of slowly "losing" her because of Grace's spell

Then I threw in Lover because after all the emotional turmoil they've been through, they deserve a cute little love song now that they're finally happily married for real

Cordelia & Matthew: "Wonderland"

This song just captures the mood of their lil spontaneous Paris getaway - trying to escape reality by throwing themselves into the wonderland of Paris (also, Cheshire cat smile and green eyes; come on, this song was made for our favorite charming, tortured-soul green-eyed boy)

Thomas & Alastair: "Begin Again"

This song is Thomas giving Alastair everything that Charles could never, and helping Alastair see that he is worthy of love and deserves the world (someone please give me more Thomastair x Taylor Swift suggestions, I could definitely do better but I can't think of more rn)

Lucie & Jesse: "Enchanted"

Every time I hear this song I think of the scene where Jesse tells Lucie to command him to dance, and then they dance together, and "the night was hushed, enchanted". One of my favorite Ghostwriter (do people use this ship name) scenes. Truly only the very first page; Lucie was determined to see him (*alive*) again...

Grace & Christopher: "Mine"

Because Grace & Christopher deserved to live in happiness together and we can just pretend the last 200 pages of CoT never happened! I think of this song as their story that *could* have been. It represents how Kit brought out the best in Grace and forgave her past wrongs, and how Grace didn't think she could have true romantic feelings for anyone ("wondering why we bothered with love") until she met Kit

Anna & Ari: "Untouchable" and "I Can See You"

I imagine Untouchable as Ari talking about Anna and how she's this emotionally guarded, beautiful but unattainable figure; in CoI she describes Anna as "hard and bright as a diamond. Untouchable" & "like starlight... it seemed warm and radiant and near, but was in truth uncountable miles away". I think this song depicts how Ari sees Anna so perfectly

As for I Can See You, the sensual, clandestine romance in this song is so Anna & Ari. There's just something inherently sapphic about a secret love

(Bonus?) Tatiana & Rupert: "right where you left me"

No explanation needed for this one...

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Give me all of your favorite Shadowhunters-inspired music suggestions!

The blue text is quotes from the songs and the purple text is quotes from the books, if anyone cares

[night-light01]

Wonderland

Pairing: yang jungwon x male reader

Genre: angst and suggestive

Warning: short and probably grammatical errors

Inspiration: Wonderland by Taylor Swift

Summary: from all you knew, you and jungwon found wonderland and you both pretended it could last forever.

it was a normal afternoon in 1989, winds are blowing and sun is shining but boisterous laughter broke the peace and silence "yah! enough, wonie, my tummy hurts now" you wiped the non-existing tear on your eye while laughing loudly.

"you know, your so beautiful when you laugh" jungwon stared at you genuinely "your cheesy wonie" you stopped laughing before grabbing a fry and put it in his mouth for him to eat.

as jungwon eat the fry, he leaned in to kiss you in which you gladly accept.

the kiss between the two of you continued till he was hovering above you. the passionate kiss soon end but jungwon didn't pull away and stayed on his position and initiate an eye contact with you.

"are you willing to wait for me?" jungwon asked before pecking your lips "i'll wait for a thousand years for you" you smiled at him "for wonderland?" jungwon asked once more.

"for wonderland" that was all it takes for jungwon to lead you on a steamy and passionate afternoon.

but in the end, in wonderland, the prince you once knew held a deep secret. a secret that the cunning and broad grinning cheshire cat only know.

[peterswonderland]

If you do not like Gaylor or Swiftgron content, feel free to block and/or keep scrolling!

I do not know Taylor Swift or Dianna Agron. This is celebrity gossip, and everything is alleged.

This would not be possible without the Swiftgron Masterpost – credit where credit is due!

This is a follow up to my Part One analysis of “Peter is…Dianna?” which you can find here. Part One made the case that Dianna is the muse for “Peter” and “I Look in People’s Windows” (“ILIPW”). 

This part will be connecting “Peter” & “ILIPW” to other Taylor songs commonly attributed to Dianna.

So that you are not bombarded with text, the heavy lyrical analysis will have images from https://ts-lyrics.netlify.app/ to make this post seem less clunky!

Connections to “Peter”

We explored the connections between “Peter” and “ILIPW” in Part One. We will be focusing on other alleged Dianna-inspired songs here.

These are not all the songs associated with Dianna, and some of these you may not believe are about Dianna at all. Those are completely valid takes, and I’m not here to fight with anyone! This is just an overview.

“Wonderland”: Both songs touch on the theme of longing for a magical relationship that is ultimately unattainable. Again, the theme of yearning from Part One is revealed here, along with danger and excitement.

“Everything Has Changed”: Both this song and “Peter” discuss a) the passage of time, b) the impact it has on relationships, c) again, yearning.

“Treacherous”: Both songs explore the complexities of relationships and the risks one takes for someone they love. Themes of danger and excitement are in both narratives.

“Come Back…Be Here”: “Peter” and “CBBH” highlight yearning for someone (Peter/the muse) who is physically and/or emotionally distant. An undergoing discussion of reuniting with the muse is also conveyed throughout both songs.

“Clean”: Both touch on themes of healing and moving on from past relationships and broken promises. There’s a universal theme of acceptance, emotional catharsis, and renewal in both songs (in Peter, the latter is showed through: “the woman who [stood] by the window has turned out the light.”)

“Cowboy Like Me”: Both songs delve into the allure of fleeting connections, and transient lifestyles. Cowboys move around as they please, much like Peter or Alice do in their stories. Taylor conveys her shared experiences with the muse, despite their unconventional lifestyles. The theme of danger and excitement weaves through “Cowboy Like Me” as well.

Lyrical Parallels

Stars, Skies, & Windows

Several songs thought to be about Dianna can be tied back to key themes and imagery from Peter Pan.

“cowboy like me” is often attributed to Dianna. The line “you’re a bandit like me” is reminiscent of the Lost Boys, and eyes full of stars coincide with the imagery of stars throughout Peter Pan - the second star to the right.

In “Call It What You Want,” Taylor seems to be mending from an old relationship that left her brokenhearted. This line about windows being boarded up is interesting, even if the song isn't connected to Dianna (as far as we know...)

Yet AGAIN Taylor is referencing windows as a “portal” and even “time travel.” I haven’t heard anyone connect this song to Dianna, but the symbolism of windows and how Taylor writes about/views windows is FASCINATING. Additionally, “Midnight Rain” obviously has a water theme, which ties back into “Clean." More on that later.

OKAY. “I’d PICK YOU UP and WE’D GO BACK IN TIME”!??!!? Peter would pick Wendy up and go back to Neverland, where they NEVER. GROW. UP. Obviously, Taylor is not over the muse she is writing about.

I have SO many feelings about “seven.” It was mentioned briefly in Part One of my analysis. It echoes so many of the sentiments of “Peter”: closets, being kids, skies, the general feeling of loss.

Also, if you're iffy on "long story short" being connected, you should at the very least consider this:

Water

“Clean” has lots of water imagery. So do several other songs people think Dianna may be the muse of.

This also ties into “Midnight Rain,” whose lyrics are mentioned in this analysis. Though I haven’t seen this song tied to Dianna and personally am not convinced of it, the lyrical and theme ties do exist!

Lights, Lamps, Lanterns 

Lights are a recurring lyrical analogy in songs attributed to Dianna.

The lights in “Treacherous” illuminate a risky and forbidden path.

In “Wonderland,” flashing lights indicate the beginning of a love affair with this muse.

The lack of light indicates that the relationship with the muse is over.

Light indicates hope that her relationship could be salvaged; Taylor lets the lamp burn.

...until she turns out the light.

At the end of “Peter,” Taylor lets us know she has given up hope, at least for now.

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I hope this makes sense! I didn't include every mention of a word or phrase; I made sure it fit with the overall theme of this post and connecting songs to "Peter."

I will put up Part Three when/if I've gathered enough analysis to warrant it! I hope this is has been a fun read.