#let’s go Fantoms

[diathadevil]

There's something charming about being on tumblr and seeing people abroad be fans of our local balkan Eurovision artists from this year (Luke Black, Joker Out, Let 3, etc.)

I'm glad y'all like their songs! It really makes me happy when others like our popsynth and altrock bands as well. I'll recommend some artists/bands in the tags if y'all want some other balkan pop/rock/synth bands to listen to.

[euthymiya]

innocent ploys ft. jiyan

stealing moments of intimacy is difficult when the man you love is away for war so often. still, you and jiyan make the most of the few moments you can spare

contains: gender neutral reader ; established relationship ; brushing jiyan’s hair ; kissing tacet marks—the headcanon that they’re sensitive is so real to me ; slightly suggestive ending

it’s quiet in jinzhou when jiyan comes home to you, late into the night. you perk up as the bedroom door slowly creaks open, eyes brightening clearly even in the dimmed room.

“you’re back,” you breathe, grinning as you sit up.

he sighs, fond and exhausted as he lets out a soft chuckle and murmurs, “shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“i’m cold,” you pout, pulling the blankets around yourself for proof as you add, “if only there was something—maybe someone to keep me warm so i could sleep.”

his lips curl into a wider, breathtaking smile—so tired, so worn, yet so peaceful as he stares at you. he shakes his head in amusement, slowly shedding the layers of clothes as he murmurs, “i’ll come join you in a moment. i should brush my hair first.”

you admire him, the planes of muscles, the faint scars, the bare skin as he stands in nothing but his boxers, ready to join you in your shared bed. a bed that you often use alone, admittedly, but shared between the two of you in rare, stolen moments all the same.

“no, i’ll do it,” you offer enthusiastically, patting the spot in front of you on the mattress.

jiyan’s hair is long. sometimes, you wonder how it doesn’t interfere with him in such heavy combat he faces so often, but you appreciate the long, soft strands for their beauty. they make him feel a little normal sometimes. they make him feel like he’s just yours to love, laid in bed beside you for your fingers to run through the locks instead of the lover you sacrifice to war.

he’ll be gone in the morning, the bedsheets lingering with his scent and the ghosts of his body residing through crinkles in the fabric beside you. he’ll go back to harsh nights and rough battles, the aching muscles and sore bruises, the limited supplies and lonely nights—and you’ll be back to empty halls and a quiet home, worry making itself comfortable under your skin where the fantoms of his touch remain fresh in your memory.

but you love him—it’s easy to do, even if not easy to have. you’ve come to terms with the limitations loving a general comes with, but when he caves and sits in front of you, quiet with his shoulders slumped in a rare moment of being relaxed, and your fingers can undo the high ponytail with gentle fingers, it feels normal. it feels like he was never gone, like he’ll never leave again.

you allow yourself to believe the silly, wishful dream for just tonight.

“you don’t have to go through the trouble,” he whispers quietly, but he leans into your fingers as they thread through his hair and gently scratch at his scalp soothingly.

such empty words, you want to tease. he loves it practically more than you do—you know it from prior experience. instead, however, you giggle as you reply, “it’s the least i can do for all the hard, cruel battles you face just for the citizens of jinzhou, my dear general.”

“if you keep calling me general instead of my name, i’ll be inclined to believe you only like me for my status.”

“oh we can’t have that,” you gasp, bantering easily as you bite your lips to suppress a wide smile, “it’s the least i can do for your sacrifices, jiyan.”

slowly, with a delicateness no other corner of the world affords him, you brush through the knots from the bottom, carefully working your way up so as not to hurt him. gentleness is not something a general who lives on the battlefield comes to know with familiarity—still, you make him feel fragile, like he needs soft, kind touches to survive instead of the abrasively harsh blows from war.

“no need to repay me,” he breathes a low chuckle, sighing as you gently glide the bristles through his hair, letting them rake against his scalp in place of your nails like earlier. his tense muscles slowly relax from the long day, leaning back as your fingers gingerly part his hair, sweeping the strands to lay over his shoulders on either side.

“any new injuries i should be made aware of?” you ask quietly, gliding a finger along the faint scars on his bare back.

he hums, eyes fluttered shut as he responds, “not this time. we haven’t run into too many tacet discords yet.”

“should i be relieved or worried by that?” you sigh, leaning forward to rest your chin on his shoulder, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to his shoulder blade as goosebumps raise against his skin.

“you don’t trust me on the field?” he teases, reaching a hand back to grab yours, toying with your fingers.

“no, actually,” you say flatly, raising a brow as you purse your lips, “i think you exert yourself too much.”

“it’s my duty to keep the citizens safe,” he sighs.

it’s my duty to keep you safe, he means to say. he doesn’t, if only to avoid the scolding you’ll give him for pushing himself for your sake, so he keeps the words locked away for the battlefield, instead—a lingering reminder that he keeps at the forefront of his mind so every fight has a purpose.

but you seem to know the unspoken words anyway, because as if reading his mind, you mumble, “it’s also your duty to come back to me in one piece, you know.”

“and i’ve yet to fail,” he says smartly, making you huff.

finally, you pull away, grabbing the hair tie to collect his hair back into a ponytail, but not before a small, mischievous smile spreads thinly over your lips.

he doesn’t suspect it—the slight jolt of surprise tells you that much clearly when your lips gently graze the tacet mark on the back of his neck, humming into his skin as your soft breath fans over the heated surface. your lips trace the mark, mapping it slowly one peck at a time as he shivers, breath hitching in his throat.

“that’s true,” you whisper, fighting back a grin when he groans slightly at the way your lips speak against his mark, the movement sending shockwaves down his spine. “you do always come back to me whole.”

he’s always been sensitive there, always shivered under your touch right over the large mark that litters the back of his neck.

“don’t tease,” he chides, voice strained as you giggle, a shaky breath releasing when you pull away.

but he tenses right back up again when you lean back in and trail your lips along the end of the mark, the part that’s lower on his back along his spine.

“tease?” you gasp, “oh, but general, i’m only being affectionate. surely someone as disciplined as you couldn’t be so riled up over a few kisses?”

“this innocent ploy is hardly believable when you wear it,” he says through a hoarse voice.

you grin as he turns, his hair still loose and cascading freely along his back. he’s pressing you back against the mattress in an instant as he hovers over you and cages you with his arms. the soft, teal strands curtain you from the rest of the world as they fall to the side of his face while he stares down at you.

“well,” you press a finger against his bare chest, tracing a line down the middle with a teasingly feather-light touch, “aren’t you going to make the most of your visit home?”

“oh yes,” he laughs, shaking his head as he leans down to kiss your jaw sweetly, “i assure you, i intend to do just that.”

okay but seriously how does he maintain such gorgeous luscious locks of hair at that length in the middle of war that’s kind of impressive i breathe and my hair knots 🥲

[sinfullyrosey]

Pushing Your Buttons

Lilia Vanrouge X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Oral, Semi-Public, Misuse of Magic

Got like three people in my inbox asking for more General Lilia, but I don’t do requests and this fic has been sitting unfinished for months now. So, no general fae, but current papa bat using phantom magic to mess with his favorite little, magicless human.~

I just realized I have written a male reader, gn reader, and now fem reader for this old fart. The triangle of smut is complete.

Also, I apologize in advance for my terrible text speech skills. I personally don’t type like that normally and struggle to do so for fic purposes.

You were slowly going insane. Absolutely bonkers. Throw you in a padded cell and lock away the key levels of mad. Couldn’t even concentrate on the simple tasks given to you by that aggravating crow without your mind immediately buzzing from the searing hot sensation between your nether regions.

Simply ignoring it had become impossible by this point. It has been nearly an hour now since it all started and nearly an hour have you suffered at the hands of that old bat. Running all over campus, delivering papers and whatnot, all the while your pussy is being played with like some handheld controller!

Another whine slipped past your clenched teeth once more as a particular spike of pleasure shot through you and made your stomach twist even tighter. You faltered, almost tripping on nothing along the pathway, and decided to stop and steady yourself as those fingers worked at your wet folds.

You heaved a shaky sigh and began to rummage through your school bag for your phone. Pulling it out, your knees buckling when you felt yourself growing wetter, the feeling of something dripping causing you to panic. So far you had been good to keep yourself together and, surprisingly, the fingers had been rather merciful, only occasionally grazing along your slit or palming at your mounds for only a few seconds.

But now they had just gotten bolder and more persistent, lingering longer against your folds, spreading your lips and pressing around your entrance. Sharpened nails playfully raking along your thighs or pinching your skin. At one point they even groped at the spot where your thighs and butt cheeks meet and suddenly squeezed them, making you yelp and startle the hallway full of confused students.

Thankfully, you were in a more secluded place on campus right now, free from the leering eyes of male students as they watched you slowly fall apart.

With trembling hands, you tapped on your messaging app to type up a response to the culprit behind your cruel torment.

‘Lilia plz knock it off’

You waited patiently for a reply. With some relief, you felt the hands temporarily release themselves from you, presumably to type a response back. A break that was short lived, however, as the moment your phone dinged from the incoming reply, you once again felt the hands begin to rub at you. This time, much rougher, and with purpose.

‘Now, why ever would I do that little one? The fun part has just begun.~’

As soon as you finished reading his text, you suddenly let out a pitched moan when you felt his thumb gently press down on your previously neglected clit. Your walls tightened as he rolled the sensitive nub in circles, fingers spreading your pussy open to play with the folds as your whole body shook.

You could definitely feel yourself dripping now, clear slick running down your thighs and soaking the top part of your thigh highs socks. You clutched the helm of your skirt, trying to pull it down and cover more of your front in embarrassment. You were really hating that he had removed your panties earlier on when he first started to tease you. Being so exposed an unable to keep from soaking yourself in your own mess was making everything so much worse.

You typed frantically the best you could while trying to ignore the sensation of his skilled fingers

‘U and ur stupid magic fantom hand thingys are drivin me crazy!!1’

You could only muffle your squeals and moans the best you could, looking around to make sure you were still alone as you stumbled over to somewhere with a bit more privacy. With the insistent prodding and palming of your pussy, you could only find a bench to sit down on to prevent yourself from falling and hurting yourself.

‘Oh, I just love to push your buttons dear! And this little one of yours is my absolute favorite to push and play with! So small. So cute. Just like you!~’

You let out a needy whine as he playfully pinched the puffy bud between his fingers, gently tweaking it and making your body tense up from the delicious sensation.

‘And it elicits such adorable sounds from you too.~’

Your legs trembled and shook as you spread them out more, giving him better access to your needy hole that was just dripping in anticipation for him. Two of his fingers easily slipped past your entrance, pumping themselves inside you at a leisurely pace. Waves of euphoria were crashing down onto you as your vision grew hazy from the pleasure.

The wooden bench was stained from your juices as you continued to leak from where you sat. you clutched onto the bench ends the more that coil twisted and tightened under his ministries. You were panting and moaning as his fingers found that special, spongey spot in you and began to abuse it with each pump.

All your previous responsibilities were long forgotten as Lilia fingered you with his magickly-produced phantom hands. His thumb still pressing and circling your overly sensitive clit as he worked you towards an orgasm.

Your toes were curling in your shoes, head thrown back as you felt yourself slowly approach your much anticipated release. Your body was impatiently bouncing slightly in the seat, moving to meet his own thrusts and pounding harder into your G spot. Your eyes closed tightly, vision blurring, and breath quickening when you felt yourself on the edge of pure euphoria.

And all at once, it suddenly stopped.

The phantom hands ceased their movements, slipping out of your warm hole, leaving your walls to clench along nothing. The coil was left to relax and simmer down, but still tight from the brink of release that was stolen from it. You blinked blurrily, vision still spotty as your head came to the conclusion of what just happened. Your pussy fluttering and still leaking, but empty and unsatisfied.

“Wah-?!” You slurred.

You quickly looked down, lifting up your skirt to see that the hands had completely disappeared. Your stomach dropped, panic rising as you stumbled to reach for your phone that you had tossed aside when you first sat down. Your eyes scanned to see if he had left anymore texts or if he was in the process of typing, only to see it completely silent. Your fingers quickly tapped away in desperation as anger flared within you at this cheeky old bastard.

‘Lilia wat the fuck?!1!’

You seethed as you saw the bubble with three little dots appear, indicating he was typing and very much still around, hands available, yet not putting them to good use. Like giving you that much deserved orgasm!

‘Oh my, just a few minutes ago you were telling me to “knock it off” and leave you be?’

‘Lilia Im literally going to explode’

You could just hear him chuckling at your response from wherever he was right now. You let out a huff, rubbing your thighs together to get some sort of relief, but to no avail, so you gave up. You were just about ready to call him to give him a piece of your mind when another text popped into chat.

‘Best be on your way and finish your errands. Don’t want to keep you waiting any longer now, dear.’

To end off his text and further punctuate his point, he used the phantom hand again to promptly flick your reddened clit, sharp nail scraping against it and sending a sudden shock wave of pleasure bolting to your core and causing you to double over. Your cunt clenched around nothing and you let out a desperate keen.

You glared angrily at his text, a few tears building up from frustration as you aggressively tapped away on your phone. You may be too pissed to call this irritating fae to yell his ear off, but you weren’t angry enough not to send him a few choice words.

‘plz plz plz PLEASE just let me cum already Vanrouge!!1 im horny im stressed and im about ready to make my way to diasomnia and whoop ur old creaky ass you fae fuck!1!!’

You continued to glare at your phone screen, waiting for your annoyingly charming fae lover to respond to your rather childish, but justified outburst via text.

‘Alright, if you insist.~’

Success.

You grin in victory, spreading your legs in anticipation of his hands lavishing you once more and finally rewarding you with the well-deserved orgasm. You felt the phantom hands on your thighs once more, spreading you further.

And then you felt the sensation of something warm and wet slowly lapping over your slit, spreading your folds and grazing over your sensitive clit. You let out a loud gasp, body tensing at the realization of what he was doing.

Your eyes widened as his phantom tongue began its torturous pattern of slowly lapping along your folds, before reaching your clit and sucking on it briefly, then starting all over again. You could feel your juices leaking out of you once more with each suck and lick, your phone dinging with incoming texts.

‘You taste absolutely divine, my dear. Still just as sweet and juicy as last time.~’

He made a point to dip his tip into your clenching cunt, lapping up your slick, then sucking up your release messily. You let out soft moans as your body convulsed under his touch.

‘In fact, I think I’ll enjoy this meal for a little while.~’

It was the sharp sensation of a pair of fangs gently nibbling on your poor clit that finally had you losing your mind as your moans grew louder and body helplessly approaching your orgasm once more. But every time you reached that edge, he would slow down or stop briefly until you settled down once more.

‘After all, you never clarified when to make you cum.~’

[lokideservesahug]

Worthy

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Pairing: Sergio "Checo" Pérez x reader

Warnings: One innuendo? Reader doesn't have a gender but Checo and reader are married!

Notes: Tried to force myself to write this (during a writer's block with no motivation...yay!!!) Also I wrote this quite a while ago but changed it sligjtly so it took place more recently But it is based on this request :)

Summary: The second Red Bull seat had been a hot topic of conversation for "Silly Season" but when Checo resigns, what do the public think? Or more importantly what does Checo think to the response?

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You stir slightly feeling much colder than usual. How unusual. You try and nuzzle into the figure to you side only to find him in an odd position. You crack open an eye. Checo is sat next to you, features illuminated by his phone screen. You glance to the side to see the time projected on the wall. 2:34 AM. You huff I frustration. Sergio said he'd get to sleep at a usual time yet here he was, yet again, scrolling through the entered at unreasonable times.

You grumble at your husband, catching his attention. He pulls his eyes away from the screen for what looks to be, the first time in a while. "Morning mi amor." You groan, reminded of just how unreasonable the time is. You sit up slightly in order to adress him. "What are you doing this early?" You stare at him, scrutinising his response. You're fairly certain you already know the awnser but you want to see if he'll admit it to you and himself.

"I was just- uh.... Just looking at some things online." You raise an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What kinds of things?" He gulps and his eyes flicker down to his phone once again. "You know just fantom things, I fell down a rabbit hole earlier and am now watching parrot videos." You slowly move towards him, speaking in a sickeningly sweet tone to try and put him at ease. "Oh really? How interesting!" You move ever closer, tapping the bedside lamp so it's on its lowest setting, until you are left face to face with your husband. You halt, left hovering over his hips and you remain there, drinking in his state below you (that if it was an other situation, you'd do something completely different with him).

Until you pounce, grabbing his phone our of his hands, desperate to see what exactly he was looking at. You bolt up and out of the bed, squinting your eyes at the bright screen, trying to make out what it says. You ignore the distant pained crys if your husband and scroll, looking at more tweets. You turn to him and tilt yoir head.

Now with what many would call sub-par performances by Checo recently, people were starting to become more rowdy and opinionated online. There was a sudden cacophony of disbelief that Checo's contract was resigned especially after the most recent race in Austria. The criticism of your husband's contract renewal ran rampant when I was first announced but even now, hate had tenfold. Many believing that any other driver would be better fit or better deserving for the seat. You sigh in both disbelief and worry.

"Mi vida, it isn't isn't it looks like." You nearly laugh at his obvious lie. "Is it not? Because it looks like you're going against what we agreed and surrounding yourself with all of the hate people are giving you about driving. But please, tell me what it actually is." He looks down, unable to meet your eyes. That tells you all you need to know as you delete the tab on the phone and close it with a soft click.

"Darling, I am worried for you. You'll too early let all of those words get to your head and the last thing you need or deserve is you thinking that everyone thinks poorly of you." You cup the side of Checo's face and he nuzzled into your hand. "I know. But... Just what if they are right." You scoff. "Don't you dare say that. Most of those people have never even touched a go-kart in their life, let alone been behind the wheel of a Formula 1 car. You shouldn't let them project their own insecurities onto you. I mean look, not even Max has won every race this season, people need to realise that this is a completely different season from last yer and your still on hell of a driver."

Checo smiles. But it wavers as he goes to speak. "But Christian-" You cut across him. "Christian said something that was to encourage you, not criticise you. And team principals should learn how to hold their mouth anyways. Goodness knows speaking isn't doing Williams any good. But Checo it doesn't matter what anyone says, at the end of the day, you are giving stellar performances and most people are just jealous of you. You are the driver that they decided to resign for the red bull seat. Not Daniel, not Yuki, not Carlos, You. That was for a reason. You are truly amazing as a driver and as a man."

Checi formally meets your eyes once more and you see in the small illumination of the bedside table, them grow glassy. He smiles at you and leans forward, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. He speaks quietly, bouce breaking in the middle. "Thank you mi vida, I love you so much." You just smile softly at him and bring him into a tender embrace.

And the two of you know that no matter matter happens or what people say, you have each other. And that's good enough for Checo.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

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[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

I've been lurking on this blog for a while, and really enjoy your stuff. Could I get some headcanons for Blitz, Stolas, Striker, and Fizz/Ozzie with their S/O infodumping to them about theatre?

Reaction to their S/O info dumping about the theatre

Blitzø

It was date night, you and Blitz were getting ready for a fun night in, you already curled up on the couch with your drinks.

Loona was out at some party so that apartment was all yours~

You were on the couch as Blitz prepared your snacks, while you looked for a movie on HellFlix.

And youd been looking for a few minutes, but simply put, it was all shit.

Blitz rocked up with treats and even more Liquor. Handing you your drink. You told him your shared plight. "Nothin fuckin good on this shit. Why do we even pay for this?"

Blitz took a swig, telling you simply. "We don't. I saw our neighbour put in his code so now we got it."

You let out a little 'Huh', taking a drink from your bottle.

Youd sit beside each other a while longer, mindlessly scrolling through the various bootleg and herendously bad TV shows.

And not even, so bad their good, type of bad.

Just bad.

So, scrolling through the site a while longer, before Blitz perked up. Getting up, he rushed up, running to his jacket, he grabbed something out before rushing back, jumping onto the couch, almost knocking everything over.

Setting down, he held up a DVD case. "Here! Moxxie said you'd like this!"

And upon seeing it, you utterly beamed.

Snatching it up, you found a genuine addition of The Fantom of the Opera, produced by none other then lord Belzebub, the production said to be the most exclusive and high class in the History of Hell.

You giggled like you just gone mad before abruptly going on a tangent, describing everything you'd heard. How it revolutionised how Sinner operas were perceived in Hell. How it legitimised Hellborne actors in once highly exclusive industry.

It was so good, Lucifer himself witnessed a production. And after that the human operas became a hot topic, so much so Demons on every ring began to emulate it.

You just went on and on, going on and on about the history of the theatre in Hell.

Blitz for his part, just got comfy, turning to you as he grabbed his snack.

You told him your favourite operas and what you loved about them, telling him everything and anything you could think of.

You went on for hours, you going on and on and on.

Blitz didnt really care, he just enjoyed the show, the Imp smiling at you as you just gushed over the opera.

Now, Blitz didn't really know shit about Opera, although he did love the Theatre, just not enough to actually learn about it in a historical context.

But seeing you so passionate. Seeing you gush over something you clearly loved so much.

Just seeing you like that in your own little world. Hell, he could listen to you spouting on about damn near anything, just so long as it made you happy.

You went on for a long while, blabbering on until you heard Blitz yawn.

And youd pause, feeling a little insulted and well, sad that he'd yawn about something you care about.

Blitz was an ass for sure, but he wasn't the sort to just insult something you loved like that.

Blitzø, seeing this, quickly assured you he wasn't being a smart ass, it's just, well, you'd even talking for so long.

And that'd when you realised how late it had gotten. You'd been talking for what was likely hours, the TV having turned off from inaction.

Youd blush, scratching your cheek before apologising.

At that Blitzø just chuckled, moving forwards and leaning close, kissing you on the nose. "You don't need to apologise, I think it's sexy when you talk about something you like~" He finished, giving you that little grin he always got before he made a move.

And that's what he did, sliding his hand from your chest, down to your hip, eyes never leaving yours.

You just smiled, leaning in you'd kiss the Imp. The kiss quickly breaking into a heated make out session.

Your kissing would only become more heated as Blitzø slid his hands up your shirt, the kissing getting even more heated.

It'd be just as Blitzø removed his shirt that Tha apartment door slammed open.

Blitzø, on instinct, shot up, pistol in hand. Only... for it turn out to be Loona.

The girl walked in, stopped briefly to stare at the both of you in your dishevelled state, she deadpanned. "Grose." She cringed, walking away and slamming the door to her room.

Blitzø, lowering his pistol, sighed, turning back to you. There was several moments of Silence before you both burst into laughter.

The both of you curled up on the couch, and after a few moments Blitzø looked around, telling you. "Ya know, if we're careful, I bet Loona won't hear us?" He purred, hand sliding down your chest.

You blushed, looking over at the girls door, "Are you sure she won't be able to hear us?"

Blitzø just smirked. "I'm sure~"

And just as you kissed him, your arms around his neck as his hands slid down your side... the mood was instantly killed when Loona shouted very loudly. "I CAN STILL FUCKING HEAR YOU!"

And with that, Blitzø sighed, collapsing atop you, the two of you just curled up together, giggling as you snuggled, kissing his cheek, the two of you getting comfy, content to drift off together.

"Love you Blitzø~" you told him, surprised at how tired you are.

Blitzø just chuckled, kissing you before telling you softly. "I love you too (Y/N)."

The two of you happily drifting off, curled up in each other's embrace.

Stolas

Stolas, being the man of means he was, could afford the finer things In life.

Like, say, the theatre.

And what do ya know, that's just where you were. You were naturally ecstatic, practically vibrating with joy as he suspected you would be, given you made it plain that you loved the theatre.

Stolas loved this of course, he loved seeing you so happy, and he knew you loved the theatre, so he made sure to take you on a regular basis.

And it'd be as you walked out after a show, you utterly gushing over it that you'd do one of his favourite things.

Blabber.

Youd Go on and on about your favourite parts of the play. Telling him in detail your favourite parts and aspects if the show.

Stolas for his part just let you go on, accompanying you our of the theatre and to his private limousine.

He'd just patiently sit there, happily watching you as you went on and on about the theatre, face lighting up as you discussed it.

Of course, by 'discussed' I mean he sat their patiently, happily listening to you.

You spouted out a thousand 'fun facts' about the opera or theatre, many of which he'd already heard a hundred times.

Not that he was complaining.

He loved seeing you like this. All excited and passionate. You were adorable.

So he'd just listen, a warm smile across his face as you went on and on and on. The owl adoring your passion for the art.

Youd eventually turn to him, the owl just sat there when you realised were rambling, and after blushing, you apologised.

To that Stolas just chuckled, pulling you close as he told you he adored how passionate you were.

You, blushed, warmly cupping his face as you shared a tender moment, the owl giving you a kiss, something you warmly returned.

He'd hold you close the rest of the ride home, holding you to his fluffy chest. The two of you wrapped in a loving embrace.

Striker

Striker didn't care about the theatre.

I mean, sure, he could respect the art on some level. But mostly, he saw it as a waste of energy, especially when you could be out there working.

Like him.

But with you, he would find a greater appreciation for the time and energy that went into it.

And trust me, you made sure he knew how gruelling the theatre was.

It would be in your anniversary, the Imp having booked you tickets for an actual production, the serpant like Imp having carefully listen to your rambles and booked a ticket to your favourite show.

He had no interest in it, really, but the look on your face when he showed you those tickets, Hoo! It was worth every cent.

So, getting all dressed up, the cowboy would escort you to the theatre, and the entire time, you gushed about the production.

He didn't mind. If anything it was adorable seeing you so excited. He rarely saw you This excited about anything.

So it was a nice beginner to the night.

The show itself was great, but even better was your commentary.

Youd give him little details and 'fun facts' throughout the entire show.

Honestly, he didn't give a shit about the show. Had zero interest in watching a bunch of prissy pricks pretending to be some sinner or dead prick from centuries ago.

But watching you gushing and prattling on about the history and rise and fall of certain theatre systems.

It was very cute.

And sure you were getting the occasional glare, or hush from the other theatre goers.

Not that he'd gave a shit, but seeing you so happy, dumping on him what should have likely been a years worth of overpriced histery lessons, in the span of a few hours, it was fun.

You walked out of that theatre, you still yabbering on about your thoughts and notes on the production you'd barely watched.

Striker just smiled, happily listening to you ramble, as he walked you home.

And even then, when you walked into your apartment. Or more accurately, 'safehouse', you still rambling on as he poured you some drinks. And even curled up on the couch you continued, Striker happily listening.

But, after a long while, you stop, seemingly finally reaching the end of your train of thought. You'd sit there, realising you'd just spent hours rambling over the theatre instead of, well, just enjoying it.

And realising that you hadn't let him get a word in, you'd timidly apologise. Just for Striker to chuckle, tail curling around you as he pulled you close.

He'd tell you he didn't mind, he loved seeing you so happy, and didn't give a shit if you rambled on, just so long as you were happy. So was he.

Youd just give a wiggly little smile, you'd kiss him, thanking him for putting up with you.

Striker would just release a hearty, chuckle as he kissed you again, curling his spiked tail around you.

Fizzaroli & Asmodeus

Being in a relationship with the two of these idiots meant a lot of things.

Firstly: lot and lots of sex.

Secondly: beging surrounded by lots and lots of Sex.

Thirdly: you had access to the highest quality... well everything.

You were in a relationship with a literal Sin and his right hand Imp. And as such, no pleasure was off limits, something the Sin would remind you every chance he got~

And luckily enough, one of your favourite pleasures was the theatre.

Asmodeus had a fondness for the theatre himself, Fizz less so, the cybornetic Imp thinking it was borning.

Although his favourite productions were usully borderline pornographic, probably the only times Fizz was actually engaged.

Still, you had a mutual appreciation, even if you appreciated different aspects~

Of course, you rarely got to really appreciate it as either Fizz or Asmodeus would usually do their best to get in your pants doing... very devious acts on you before it even begins.

But on a few occasions you'd actually get to watch the production unhindered, and well, to put bluntly, they were essentially your captured audience.

Now, neither of them really cared, seeing you ramble on for an hour anf half about the theatre was just a prelude to more intimate night.

If they weren't already doing something dirty as you rambled.

But more often then not, they'd just enjoy seeing you blabber on about the theatre. Word vomiting countless facts and trivia about the industry, listing of every though and opinion you had on the subject.

And yeah, Asmodeus didn't have to endure this, he was a busy Demon after all, he could be doing anything else with his time.

But despite himself, he just loved watching you gushing and brag and adore the theatre, Fizz especially. Despite their usually short attention span, the two found it utterly adorable, the Sin telling you as much, usually followed up by either a tantalizing session of teasing, or some outright rough and dirty fun~

He loved how you appreciated the theatre, but he was still the Sin of Lust, so it was only to be expected, Fizz happily getting in on the action.

[rebel-walnut]

Let's Do The Time Warp Again

Steddie Season 3 time travel fic, Part 2

Ao3, Pt. 1, Pt.3, Pt.4

Eddie's dying. Screaming, maybe. He doesn't think he has enough energy for it though, his eyelids already too heavy to stay open. There's so many sets of hands covering his chest, his neck, his whole body really. They're all going back to their owners bloody and red with the stuff that's supposed to probably stay inside Eddie, but he's choking on enough of it right now that he'd be perfectly content with it staying outside his body forever.

His fingers light up in pins and needles and travel up past his wrists, overwhelming the rest of his body. He feels someone glance their fingers against his cheek and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, with a soft press of something to his forehead, before the tingly sensation pulls all feeling away from him. There's a dropping feeling like he's falling, wind all around him, and bright red behind his eyelids.

And then nothing. Save for the pins and needles that begin to fade into nothingness too.

Except that Eddie opens his eyes and is greeted by a severe lack of grim reapers, and an overwhelming amount of neon lights and screaming children. 

The tingling wipes itself from his fingertips and is replaced instead by his usual anxious shakiness as Eddie rapidly blinks his eyes into his new surroundings. Only thing is, they're not new at all. He's behind the stickered wooden counter of his old gig at Hot Wax Records that he had to drop after the mall blew up. Or burnt down, whatever. Point is, the mall is very much still standing. More important possibly, Eddie is fucking alive. 

He grips the counter hard enough to splinter and digs his nails into the palm of his free hand, willing himself to- what. Wake up? Go back to being dead? Doesn't matter if you ask him, all Eddie knows is that either he was tripping incredibly hard off his ass for what seemed like a year, or all that fucked up alternate dimension D&D-come-to-life-bullshit was actually real. He's not sure which he's more inclined to believe.

He scratches his nails into the wood of the counter top again, stabilizing himself before he faints or his knees give out, other hand traveling everywhere he still feels the fantom sickly stick of his own blood. Despite his finger tips coming away dry from his torso, Eddie can't help the panic rising in his chest. His hand finds its way to his throat, feeling for his pulse and the swell of his breath. Still no blood. Heart still beating. Good.

His breaths are coming out raggedy and forced as a flash of blue from outside the door catches his attention, the man in the bright costume spinning around in a similarly frenzied state to mirror Eddie's own.

Eddie's hallucinating. Or dreaming. Because no goddamn way did he get blasted to a year ago, but more reasonably no way is King goddamn Steve Harrington standing in front of him in an honest to God sailor costume with sinfully short shorts, and possibly lip gloss. And blonde highlights. 

Hallucination-sailor-Steve is staring at him like Eddie's the answer to all his problems, like Eddie's pitiful half panic attack that he's currently having will help Steve at all. Yet, Eddie finds himself shifting towards Steve on instinct just as Steve does the same.

"Eddie?" 

It comes out almost inaudible from where Eddie's standing, but he recognizes the shape of his name nonetheless. Especially when it's coming out of hallucination-sailor-Steve's mouth. Eddie drops the hand that's been slowly tightening around his throat, still staring shock-eyed and slightly disbelieving at Steve.

It takes Eddie a couple tries to get his mouth around the word, trying and failing to push past the blood from another life that's clogging his vocal cords. He finally gets out a hushed "Steve?" that he's almost certain hallucination-sailor-Steve couldn't have heard, but apparently it's enough to spring Steve into action.

Steve's at the counter in seconds, hands reaching for Eddie and then halting in a half aborted grab, his eyes equally reaching for everything Eddie had to offer.

"Are you-" Eddie starts, not sure where to go with that. Steve makes another half gesture towards Eddie, not quite something that would've been a hug but maybe more of an urgent grab. His eyes are dead serious and deep with a complexity Eddie has never seen before. It would be enchanting if they weren't in a possibly life threatening scenario.

"What do you remember?" Steve asks, all seriousness and hard edges. Eddie gets himself around the side of the counter on wobbly legs, getting as close to Steve as he can without them touching.

"I- I was dying. Or maybe I died, I don't know. Whatever happened when I was bleeding out from a bunch of demon-bat bites," Eddie swallows hard at his own reminder, "I swear it happened in '86, and definitely not while I was working at a mall that I'm pretty sure shouldn't be standing right now." 

Eddie waits for Steve to give him a weird look, a look that says what the fuck, freak? You think you're a time traveler? Or maybe he just expects hallucination-sailor-Steve to finally disappear into gossamer and mist and leave Eddie to pick up the pieces of his likely DMT fuelled year long psychotic break.

Instead, probably unsurprisingly, Steve just looks at him with understanding while his brow knits itself a little closer together. A grimace of unfortunate understanding, if you will.

"So we're in the same boat, then," Steve grits out with his eyes still searching Eddie's. Eddie can't help the snort that escapes him despite his current state of panic.

"No way the first thing you do is make a sailor pun after we find out we literally just fucking time travelled, dude."

Steve's brow furrows impossibly tighter as he fights back his own smirk.

"Not the point. We need to figure out how to get back. Or at the very least, what to do if we're stuck," Hallucination-sailor-Steve is back to his serious face, all urgency and end-of-the-world scowl. Eddie's stomach lurches at the thought of being stuck back in time, his hands subconsciously reaching for stability on Steve's arms. Steve pulls his arms back like he's been burned before Eddie even touches him, panic threading through his features.

"Wait!" Steve shouts over the sound of the sting of rejection in Eddie's palms, but the fear in his voice is enough to push Eddie's personal problems aside for a moment. "Aren't we not allowed to touch each other?" Eddie's confused and skeptical glance is enough to get Steve to keep talking. "I mean like- in time travel movies and sci-fi shit, you're not supposed to touch or talk to your other self and all that. It fucks with the space-time contin-whatever the hell."

Eddie blinks for a moment at the pure sight that is Steve Harrington in a sailor costume explaining sci-fi nerd shit to him. Maybe dreams do come true. Regardless, Eddie says, "Yeah, but we're not the same person. Besides we came here together I think, so it should be fine. Right?" 

Eddie is 100% not confident in this theory, still pretty confident, but he'd rather explode into a million timey-wimey bits than never be able to touch Steve in this universe. Plus, maybe touching each other will send them back to their proper timeline. It's such a convincing theory that Eddie tells Steve as much.

Steve sighs the most dramatic sigh Eddie has ever heard in his life that didn't come from Eddie's own mouth. "Yeah, you're right. We should rule it out, or at the very least see if it does anything," Steve says as he tentatively raises his hand up between them, palm facing Eddie. He quirks an eyebrow at Eddie, gesturing for him to do the same.

Eddie pulls his shaking hand up an inch away from Steve's own, palms facing each other. They both take in a shuddering breath, Steve giving a silent nod to Eddie before gently pressing their skin together.

Eddie waits to explode. He waits for the walls to crack and shatter, a red chasm of nightmares opening beneath him. He waits for his insides to become his outsides, for the world to snap into darkness and leave him behind. Instead, he only feels the gentle warmth of Steve's hand against his.

They both release their breath at the same time, a timid laugh escaping Steve's lips with his breath. Eddie breaks into his first smile since his death, and against his better judgement, laces his fingers between Steve's. Steve doesn't make any move to dislodge him. The euphoria of not spontaneously combusting is short lived as Steve's face turns grim once again.

"We need to get back to Scoops and fill Robin in."

"Buckley's here too?" 

Steve doesn't bother answering Eddie's question, just turns to the exit of the record store. For the moment, Eddie doesn't bother asking again. Fully content to let himself be led somewhat frantically through a mall that shouldn't exist with probably-not-a-hallucination-sailor-Steve's hand warmly in his.

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Working on the next part! This may end up being a full length fic, in which case it will also be up on my ao3 which I will link once its up. Thanks for reading!

EDIT: Now on Ao3 HERE

[sinsinsininning]

Maybe a fluffy Eustass Kid x reader where reader is also missing a limb? Idk I just think it’d be cute for them to take care of each others shared struggles😭 ((fantom pain, still being able to feel their limb, etc))

Awww that’s kinda sweet!

Ok upon reflection I realized that this came out more angsty than intended but it’s fluffy to me 😢

I showed this to a mutual and they said “that’s so sad” and I had no clue I was like what 😀?

I hope you like this

TW: vague body horror, amputations, panic attacks, drinking, crying

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“Stop crying,” Kid pinches your ear lightly, no real malice in it. “People will notice. You don’t want that yeah?” He’s right, you don’t want that not here in this dingy bar, but you can’t stop the shaky breathes you take as you try to will the tears away.

“It hurts.” You gasp out finally, you’re not sure how he hears you despite being tucked away from most of the noise. “It hurts and it shouldn’t.” You feel like your leg is on fire, the leg you’d lost not so long ago, the stitches finally gone but your mind rejected that memory.

Kid doesn’t say anything, his gaze sweeps over the crowd as you shiver and whine quietly beside him. Finally he jumps up, yanking you with him. If anyone notices you tucked awkwardly under his arm they don’t speak up, your face is obscured by his luscious coat. You felt the cold night air before you realize you’re outside now, he doesn’t set you down as he heads for the ship.

You grasp his shirt and shudder hard again as he veers off from the path, going towards the sand and water instead the docks. The burning, tingly feeling in your not leg keeps you from asking him anything. Finally he stops, without setting you down he manhandles you in front of him, at any other time you’d be dizzy at the sight of his one hand easily holding you up, but not tonight. Kid yanks your false leg off with his own metal arm, the sensation of the wire nerve connectors separating was unpleasant but not painful. It gives you a weird respite from the burning and you’re able to squeak out a ‘what’.

“Keep still, gonna make it turn off.” He grunts and steps closer to the water, you can feel the ocean licking at your one set of toes as you whine and try to squirm away. He glares at you and dunks your legs into the water.

You shriek, both in surprise and discomfort, the water is cold and soaks through your sock and shoe, he shoves you until the water covers your amputation site. It’s jarring and uncomfortable, but the burning you felt slowly fades away as you’re overwhelmed but the cold. You claw at his arms futilely, knowing he’d let you up when he was done, whenever that is.

After several uncomfortable hours minutes, Kid finally pulls you out. You cling to him as he carries you back up the shore, grabbing your prosthetic leg as he goes. You don’t want to cry, not again, in front of him again, but the tears returns regardless.

It’s different this time, it’s relief, beholden, as if your gratitude is melting from your eyes. You want to thank him, but it’s useless, he’d never accept it. His duties as a captain, as your captain, are vast and unknowable. So you hiccup into his neck as he takes you onto the ship, to his- your- room.

He doesn’t coddle you as he finally sets you down, resting you gently on the edge of the bed. You slump into the blankets, exhausted and dizzy. Kid eyes watch you for a moment, like he can’t quite decide what to do with you, finally he moves about the room, oddly quiet as he puts things away for the night.

“Sorry, Boss.” Your voice is hoarse as you speak your first real words since the bar.

“Shuddup.” He says quickly, but there’s no bite, not after all this time. You watch as he takes his coat off, it takes effort to keep your head lifted but you want to watch him. You always do.

His belt is off next, as is his shirt, he doesn’t comment on your staring. He’s probably used to your starry eyes on him doing the most benign tasks. His metal arm is next, his face is tight when he disconnects is, but he doesn’t make a noise, setting to gently next to your leg.

“Do you feel them too?” You ask quietly, it’s maybe the most personal thing you’ve ever asked him. Neither of you pry, everything you know about each other is offered.

“Not much anymore.” He says, your not shocked at his answer, just that he gave it up so easily. Even mundane questions turn into a battle of shouts with him. “It goes away with time, I think.” He says with finality, yanking his boots off next.

You think it’s sweet he’s trying to console you.

“I think it’s cause my captain is so tough.” You say as sweetly as you can manage, head finally lolling back against the blankets. He likes when you say that, my captain, something you save for moments when he won’t let you say everything you feel.

Kid crashes in the bed next to you, which causes you to squeak and swat at him. He laughs and yanks you up the bed to rest properly again the pillows, it feels wonderful but you still try to sit up.

“I should shower.” You say struggling to roll out of his grip.

“Nah, morning will do.” He yanks you back to him.

“I stink.”

“No you don’t and even if you did I don’t fucking care.”

“I should at least change.” You relent, but he still rolls his eyes.

You try to sit up again, but he just pulls you closer to disrobe you, fighting your squirms and attempts at self reliance. Finally your clothes and shoe are off and he’s tugging the many blankets over you bodies. You burrow into his side, he’s warm and loose, moments like these make breathing easier for you.

“Thank you.” You’re pushing your luck with him tonight, but you can’t help but milk the moment a little more.

“Told ya to zip it.” His voice is a rumble against your cheek and you smile, he could probably feel it too. “I’m always gonna take care of ya, but you gotta keep it down. I gotta reputation to keep.”

You sigh and hum at him, digging further into his hold, his shoulder warms your cold nose as you drift off.

[madfantom]

Happy birthday to me! I'm 22 today. That's a nice number I think. Hey, I figured why not do a thing like this. Draw a picture of yourself with Fantom in the last frame. It doesn't matter what your skill is. Even if it's stickman, I'd still be happy to give you a hug or do something else. Just fantasize and sprinkle some positivity on this picture. Hey, it's a birthday. You can have a little fun. Go ahead, dudes, and remember. I'd give you all the cakes in the world, but I can only give you a virtual cake. Big hugs, everybody. You can put your drawings in the comments Let's have a flash mob with no time limit!

[shurikthetherian]

I’m a dog.

And that means that I will greet you with a wagging tail and ears pressed to my head. I will lean into your hand when you scratch my fantom ears. I will have the urge to bump my head into your shoulder as a sign of affection. I will follow you wherever you go because I’m loyal to you. I will love you no matter who you are or how you feel.

I am human, I know I am, but please, let me be your guard dog so I can protect you as a part of my pack.

[thenotsoholyspirit]

Holding pt 3

(Here for part 1-2)

Matt murdock x reader (angst)

Summary: A little talk with the right man ends up revealing more than the necessary information.

(I pushed myself to give it more action and context, so forgive me if the timeline is not quite accurate for season 3. There's a lot of mention of catholic related topics too if you're not comfortable with that . Either way hope you enjoy it and thanks for all the support ❤️✨️)

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It didn't take much time for the announcement of the release of the Kinpin to become all journals headlines.

As I go down my building heading for work, the first thing I notice are the newspapers laying downstairs the entry.

"FEDERAL COURT HEARS FISK APPEAL"

I stare dumbfounded.

Even if I have promised myself to keep my distance from Matt, I immediately feel the urge to go and find him as I'm more than aware of all the trouble this criminal has brought upon the devil of Hells kitchen and the place itself.

I look at my phone. It's almost six in the morning. I still have time before heading down the veterinary.

I'm unsure where to go first as he would surely no longer be at the Law Firm. Even my instinct to give Foggy a call is quickly refrained as I remember what he told me about our last talk.

What have you gotten yourself into this time, Matty.

Suddenly, I hear the usual resounding ring from the church's bells down the drive. From both corners of the sidewalk, I see small groups of people enter the place, the usual morning crowd.

How didn't I think about it before

Before I can lose more time, I run down the street, calling the closest taxi.

....

"As we say this, we bless ourselves three times by making a small cross on our-"

Clinton Church wouldn't exactly be the first place most people would go to if they were in the search of a devil dressed like a vigilante, yet as soon as I timidly open its door, the familiar incense smell and gothic columns reassure me that I've come to the right place. 

As I come in, I quickly go sit on one of the empty seats from the back. Father Lantom has already started the mass. 

I can not let myself but let a small smile leave my lips. It's been such a long time since I've last been here. 

While vaguely hearing the Father talk, memories of long ago lived moments fill through my mind. Small snippets of my old life.

“May almighty God bless you, the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.”  

I raise my head up when I hear the priest pronounce his final lines. This was it. 

Thankfully, not many people want to talk to him this morning, as most leave or simply stay in the right corner where the prayer candles softly illuminate the walls. I get lost for a moment, staring at the wavy shadows.

“Aren't they pretty... Some may take them as nothing else than silly good omens, but I'd rather see them as a representation of hope. People always need hope...."

I turn around, noticing Father Fantom looking at me curiously. I'm quite surprised he has noticed me. He invites me to sit down.

"I wasn't expecting to see you this morning miss (y/n), ” he chuckles slightly, "A bit late to mass although"

"I... I don't want to take too much of your time sir, but I need to know if you've well-," I try to smile, feeling quite vulnerable all out of the sudden "Seen or heard anything about Matt"

His face suddenly turns more serious, yet he barely looks surprised.

Is it this obvious

"That may depend on your own answer, miss.. I haven't seen you in quite a long time"

I nod, understanding his peak in curiosity.

"I know...." I look down the floor. "It's not like him and me are exactly on talking terms neither"

"(Y/n)... Matthew came here late last night searching for some answers , " he stares at the statue of Jesus placed beside the altar. "These are difficult times for him.. He needs some guidance..."

Father Lantom sighs softly as he shakes his head

"And some hope too....and I'm not just necessarily talking about his extracurricular activities...."

"I understand that." I nod sternly, knowing that something was different from his last visit. "But I'm not sure I'm in the best position to be of any help, neither ."

Im not sure why Im being so open with him, but I guess the serious yet caring tone of Father Lantom invites me to be more honest. I continue talking

"I'm not sure if I'm strong enough"

He gently gives me a tap on the shoulder.

"I'm not requesting you to forgive him (y/n)... that's an answer only your heart can give..." He tries to keep a reassuring tone, "I just worry of what he may push himself to do"

Suddenly, the silence of the church feels heavier. I rethink of the news. It just clicks in my head

"Don't tell me.... Don't tell me he wants to take care of Fisk on his own "

"He didn't mention-.."

But I interrumpt him, understanding now Matt's logic. His anger, his guilt.

I get it just.. just why

"No.. He can't .. he can not do that.... He.."

"This city is already dangerous as it is (y/n)." Father Lantom looks at me with worry. He seems to have understood my own intentions, too. "It's not the time to play even more precarious games right now"

But I can't. I need to stop him before it's too late.

I look at my phone again. It's already eight.

Guess I better call off sick

"I gotta go"

I immediately jump on my feet. I give a last look to Father Lantom and the candles.

If everything ends up all right, I may give a chance to one of those.

"(y/n)!"

I hear his call, but I decide to ignore him as I step outside. I cannot wait.

There was no time to lose.

[chick-with-wifi]

The storyline and outfits of Mina Harker (League of Extraordinary Gentlemen)

We are introduced to Mina as a proper Victorian lady, polite and well dressed, who has been widowed for many years. (Please see the image descriptions for more details about her appearance.)

When the group meets with her former lover Dorian Gray in an attempt to recruit him, Mina learns about his immortality for the first time. This is demonstrated by her surprise when Quartermain corrects her assumption by saying, "Quite the reverse. It was Gray visiting Eton...and I was the boy."

During the fight with the Fantom's men, Mina witnesses his invulnerability when she cries out for him upon seeing him shot, but he is unharmed.

When the fight is over, a survivor threatens Mina with a knife to her neck. Revealing that she is a vampire, she brutally kills him.

Afterwards, she holds up a compact mirror. Vampires often don't have reflections and, since she is angling the mirror away from herself and Sawyer points out that she missed some blood, it is possible that she isn't looking at herself. She's looking at the others to see how they react to something she's kept so tightly under wraps for so long.

She puts her hair back up, wipes away the last spots of blood and politely comments, "excuse me", as if trying to return to the image of propriety, despite what they have just seen.

Although her display shocked the team, their reactions range from impressed (Nemo) to forced nonchalance (Sawyer) and curiosity (Skinner). Dorian claims this discovery is enough to renew his interest in joining the League - or rather, he's pretending it is new information for him since, as far as Mina is aware, he didn't know.

Aboard the Nautilus, Mina's appearance is slightly more relaxed.

When she and Dorian get some time alone, he tells her about the painting that ages instead of him and she asks when he last saw it. Having finally found someone like herself, and not just anybody but her ex she still has feelings for, she wants to know how long he's been alive.

Dorian offers her a nightcap and, when the glass breaks, she licks the blood off her fingers. For once she doesn't need to hide part of herself and this freedom adds to the eroticism of the moment for her.

When they arrive in Venice, Mina has both literally and metaphorically let her hair down, and is wearing a looser outfit.

During the chase, she does not hesitate to use the full range of her powers in front of her teammates, including transforming into a swarm of bats and climbing up the side of a building. Also in this scene, Quartermain declares that "the vampire lady has us covered!" which indicates he has moved past both his assumption that she is nothing but a distraction and his disapproval of her unladylike conduct.

Upon learning Dorian is the mole, Mina is furious and insists on killing him herself. ("Not Gray. He's lived long enough.") It is worth noting that the two of them were the only characters on first-name terms, but now she uses his surname.

Before the team go their separate ways for the final fight, they stack their hands on top of each other. Like Sawyer says in a deleted scene, M may have brought them together under false pretenses, but that was his mistake - bringing them together.

Mina is pre-emptively in her full vampire form. After keeping her powers secret or only using them for self-defense in the heat of the moment, she arrives ready to use them for premeditated murder. And during this fight, she doesn't hold back. She gives in completely to the vampiric nature she spent so long hiding. She uses all of her speed and agility, aiming for fatal strikes, and even tells Dorian, "Do you realize what you've done? What you've let out of me?"

Mina kills the one person who understood her experiences, who she wouldn't have outlived. And as he crumbles, she sees a reflection of what might one day happen to her if all the years she's lived, everything she's done, catches up with her.

At Quartermain's funeral, Mina is once again wearing her hat and veil. But this time, she is surrounded by people who know and accept her true self, even if they can't understand what it's like to be immortal. In response to Nemo saying he's done hiding and they are welcome to see the new century with him, she comments, "We've all been hiding in one form or another," using past tense, and follows him to the Nautilus.

[emmanuellececchi]

Pasting here my take on the end : Arwen and Aragorn

(because comments were not available...) First of all thanks for this one OP, I loved it! (A strange thing happened... I wanted to link to the original post and couldn't because "Fantom blog" 😳😱😶)

*roll sleeve* bitching time (it's going to be a long one, brace yourself)

This is one of the aspect of the book that I NEVER understood or accepted. And bits of it had confused me. You are absolutely welcome to answer, add details, not agree and explain, argue. But with respect and kindly, please, that's all I am asking. (putting behind a cut)

Let's begin with Arwen:

For what I understood she choose the fate reserved to human. Which, to me, even after reading Luthien and Beren, means she is mortal. So... she is not stuck to roam endlessly in an abandonned Lorien. She will die of old age.

If this is the case: Why don't you stay with your children and grandchildren? Taking care of them, being like all grandparents and taking a bit of the weight of the kids while they do and have "gondorian" fun or spend some time in Rohan with their cousins or in The Shire? Why don't you go and visit all those people? Why don't you discover this world?

If this is not the case and Arwen is just stuck, an immortal elf in the mortal world: Why Lorien if everyone has left? Why not go with Thranduil (@sotwk : how long did he stay? I'm sorry I don't remember). Why not Ithilien? The Shire? One again, if you're immortal go and visit! and why not stay a bit and enjoy those kids and grandkids? I can udnerstand it might get weird being immortal and seeing your kids and grandkids becoming older but... You could at least have stayed a bit. Or become an archivist?A librarian? Go to Dol Amroth?

I mean, there are sooooooo many possibilities for this lady to finish/not finish her life rather than roaming endlessy in an empty Lorien, like WTF?

Aragorn:

First, yes, I love Aragorn (like really). But... Why did he do this? Oh yeah. Don't want to stay and be overbearing over your kid, uh? Ah yeah, because you don't want to become an old man, shaked by old age, and everyone seeing you becoming frail? Sorry but isn't that your (sorry for the word) F*****ng ego speaking?

I mean, it's the fate of all men to age and die. But you, you have this choice and then, you abandon everyone, including your wife, just because you don't want to show what old age could do to you?

Okay, Arwen knew what she had signed for... Although she said it, she understood at this moment what was the real meaning.

But one : Aragorn, why didn't you discuss this with your lady wife? Like "hey sweetheart? how do you feel if I would stay a few years more? Maybe I'm going to become frail and a bit shaky and maybe forgot people but... What d'ya think? Getting old together?" She could have decided herself, it would have been her choice. Not the first time she would make a hard choice (just so you remember).

Two: speak to your kids "Hey, by the way, mind if I stay a while?" Maybe they would have say no, or yes. But even if it has been a no... There a whole world to explore with your lady! Why not go to the Shire and have a few last years with them? Or Rohan and end under a barrow like the Rohan kings (hey, wouldn't be something rather than asking if they want Theoden to stay in Gondor ? - This one's for you @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras)?

Rambling's almost finished. Essentially, there could have been a different ending for those two, if Aragorn has discussed it and not choose all alone what was best for everyone. And if Arwen had realized she was free to do whatever she wanted. I suppose I felt a bit insulted that, because Aragorn was dead, her own life must end. And maybe her love for him was that strong, maybe she was just so heartbroken that she couldn't stand being without him. But then, why didn't Aragorn stayed?

So, here it is, my rambling/ranting for Saturday morning. Once again, feel free to argue, discuss, exchange, bring more info, etc...

[taylor-on-your-dash]

Writing of Speak Now Timeline

Disclaimer: Hello! Just a quick note before you dive in. As I said in the Writing of Red Timeline, not every album has enough information to pinpoint the exact date on which its songs were written. Sadly, Speak Now is one of those albums, so I based this timeline more on the experiences that I think inspired the songs on the album. Of course, I'm not Taylor, I'm not in her head and I don't know people in the music industry that can corroborate this research. Therefore, there's always the chance that some of the conclusions might be wrong. You are more than welcome to take the sources listed here and come up with your own theories on the condition that you'll credit me. This is 100% my research, originally posted on Reddit on March 3rd, 2023.

Trigger Warning: John Mayer.

Introduction: The making of Speak Now was very different from Fearless which was recorded live, and closer to Debut. After Taylor wrote a song, the first step was to record a stripped-down demo at Nathan Chapman's studio Pain In The Art, where Nathan would play all of the instruments and Taylor would record the vocals. To understand better what "stripped-down" means in this context, listen to Let's Go. All of Speak Now started like Let's Go. Some of the demo instruments survived, and others were re-recorded by other musicians or overdubbed at a later date, between January 2010 and July 2010. Taylor's demo vocals ALL survived. They were not re-recorded.

[Nathan Chapman Interview] “With Speak Now, we deliberately went back to our initial way of working together. We had an unlimited budget, and could have gone and recorded the whole album in the Bahamas, used any studio we liked and whatever musicians we wanted. But we decided to bring it back to the basics on purpose, because we wanted to keep it about the music and our chemistry. [We were trying not] to over-compensate for the pressure we were feeling for a follow-up to Fearless. That's why we stripped it down and made the demos first. Taylor came to my studio and I played all the instruments on the demos, and because I have a good vocal booth, her demo vocals ended up being the vocals you hear on the record. After finishing the demos, we went out to different studios, and tried different combinations of engineers and musicians to replace some of the elements of my demos, mostly the programmed drums, and to do additional overdubs. So Taylor comes in, and plays me a song, and I chart it while listening to her. I then tap out a tempo, she hands me her guitar, I go into a recording booth, put on headphones, start the click‑track and hit record. She's hearing what I'm doing and singing along while she's in the control room, so I know where I am in the song. After that, I program the drums, usually using Superior Drummer in Logic. I play the drum parts on my Roland Fantom G6 keyboard, and then quantise. I then play the fills that I want to complete the drum part. After this I'll put down a bass part, and at this point we make sure we're really OK with the tempo and that we love the arrangement. I may add an electric guitar to make the track bigger, and then she'll go into the vocal booth and she'll sing the song three or four times. We may do a little bit of comping, but she executes these songs really well, and I don't want to mess with her takes too much. The audience wants to hear someone sing with real emotion. From there we'll listen to what we have and we'll maybe add some vocal harmonies and guitars, and I do a quick mix and she's out of the door.”

WRITING OF SPEAK NOW TIMELINE

November 2, 2006: Taylor writes Sparks Fly, after opening for Jake Owen in Portland, OR, on Halloween night. The secret message in the album booklet is Portland, Oregon. She will perform the song for the first time on April 6, 2007, in her native Reading PA.

[From MySpace] Happy Halloween! I'm sitting at the airport in Portland, Oregon... About to get on a red-eye flight (Oh yes, I just said red-eye. Meaning, all night. This should be interesting...)  to Toronto, Canada for another weekend of Rascal Flatts shows. Tonight was awesome. It was a show in Portland at a bar called Duke's, I opened up for Jake Owen. And a little back-story, I've had his album on repeat for the past couple of months... It's an amazing album and I literally cannot stop listening to it. I've got every line memorized, and if you see me on a plane.. Chances are, I'm listening to some song off that album, at a volume level that's probably going to cause long-term hearing damage someday. ANYWAY. I got to walk in on his sound check and meet him. Turns out he's extremely cool, and had bought my album on iTunes. :-) And since I had to leave after one song of his set, he played my favorite song "8 Second Ride" first. Which is another reason why he's awesome.

The writing date was leaked by Steve Hall from the IC on July 21, 2010. Since we didn't have the secret message yet, we didn't have any reason to believe it was written after the Jake Owen show. (thanks @backup-baby-backup!)

Original handwritten lyric sheet:

May 30, 2007: First performance of Sparks Fly in Oroville, CA. Steve Hall from the Inner Circle/Dark Blue Tennessee.com films it and posts it online.

Differences between the draft and the 2007 live version:

“You stand there in front of me” -> “you stood there in front of me”

“Get me with those brown eyes, baby” -> “get me with those green eyes, baby”

“Take your open hand and take me out” -> “reach out open-handed and lead me out”

“Dim the paper lanterns” -> “don’t need more paper lanterns”

“This night is the 31st” -> “my heart is beating fast”

“So let’s make it count now, baby” -> “I could wait patiently”

“I’ll run my fingers” -> “I run my fingers”

“And make no borderlines” -> “gonna strike this match tonight”

“Forgive me when I can’t take in everything you are” -> “and lead me up the staircase”

“You kissed me like you meant it, I swear I saw sparks” -> “I’d love to hate it, but you make it like a firework show”

There was also an additional section: We stood at the gate (and you kiss me) / With the moon on your face / And you’ll kiss me

September 2008: Taylor and Martin Johnson team up to write a diss track about Camilla Belle, called Drama Queen. This is one of the first steps in the Taylor-Joe-Camilla saga, which started with Forever & Always and Drama Queen and continued on Speak Now. There is no evidence that Drama Queen was considered for Speak Now, but for being an unreleased song, it made it as far as being mastered for the OG Fearless so it has to mean something. In my opinion, it would've taken Better Than Revenge's place, if BTR hadn't existed. Taylor talked about the Fearless mastering process on September 30th on MySpace: this song literally CANNOT be younger, since the mastering of a song is considered a legal document, necessary for copyright protection and the collection of royalties.

March 8, 2009: John Mayer tweets: "Waking up to this song idea that won't leave my head. 3 days straight now. That means it's good enough to finish. It's called Half of My Heart and I want to sing it with Taylor Swift. She would make a killer Stevie Nicks in contrast to my Tom Petty of a song."

Taylor's answer: "I freaked out when I heard [it], because I’ve been such a big fan of John for such a long time. I’m really excited about just the idea that he would even mention me in his Twitter!”

March 13, 2009: [From her Twitter] [second source] "A day off in Sydney. Drove two hours out of the city and spent the day on the beach. Wrote a chorus you'll hear on the next record. :)"

March 19, 2009: [From MySpace] ““I’m wiped out. I've been in the studio all day (I know, I know.. We JUST put out a new album. I think I have a problem, I cannot stop writing songs.) It’s so much fun knowing that you can take your time, because you have like a year and a half to make something you’re really proud of. I love recording a few songs, waiting a few months, recording a few more.. Instead of devoting a few weeks to “record the album” and then it’s just done. I like dragging it out, that way you can be meticulous about every detail. Daydream about different ways to put the songs together, and then take them apart. I’m pretty obsessed with the whole process. So needless to say, it was good to be back in the studio with my redheaded producer who I missed terribly.”

Speculation: One of the songs is possibly Mr. Perfectly Fine, since, as we know from Fearless TV, it was considered for Fearless Platinum. Maybe Haunted was also part of the same recording session. Haunted is the first Speak Now song to be copyrighted, so it has to be one of the first songs.

‘Haunted’ is about the moment that you realize the person you’re in love with is drifting and fading fast. And you don’t know what to do, but in that period of time, in that phase of love, where it’s fading out, time moves so slowly. Everything hinges on what that last text message said, and you’re realizing that he’s kind of falling out of love. That’s a really heartbreaking and tragic thing to go through, because the whole time you’re trying to tell yourself it’s not happening. I went through this, and I ended up waking up in the middle of the night writing this song about it.

The secret message is: "Still to this day".

Early April 2009: Taylor and Martin Johnson from Boys Like Girls write If This Was A Movie.

Speculation: I think it was written in April just because of the lyric "six months gone and I'm still reaching" and Taylor and Joe Jonas had broken up six months before, in October.

Literally nothing else is known about this song.

April 23, 2009: The Fearless Tour starts in Evansville, Indiana. Taylor will write most of Speak Now while on tour.

May 22, 2009: Taylor and John Mayer perform White Horse and Your Body Is A Wonderland at the LA Staples Center.

May 23, 2009: Taylor and John Mayer record Half Of My Heart.

May 29, 2009: [From MySpace] “Tomorrow, after the performance on the Today show, I’ll fly back to Nashville and record a lot of new songs I’ve written in the last few weeks.

June 8, 2009: [From Twitter] "In the studio. I don't know whose computer I'm using. Pssh.. Such a rebel right now.."

June 9, 2009: [From Twitter] "If I said I was in the studio with T-Pain, would you believe me?"

June 12, 2009: American publishes an interview with Taylor where she talks about her third album. The interview was probably done in April.

“There are definitely breakup songs on this record, but not too many. I like to balance out the amount of happy songs, breakup songs, sentimental songs, I-miss-you songs, angry songs. I don’t want to try and harp on the same emotion too much because I feel like if you make the ‘angry’ album, that’s going to lose people.”

June 16, 2009: the Jonas Brothers release their new album Lines, Vines and Trying Times, which includes a song called Much Better, that references Taylor:

I get a rep for breaking hearts / Now, I'm done with superstars / And all the tears on her guitar

This is likely the song that inspires Taylor to write Better Than Revenge, since the phrase "much better" is used multiple times in the song.

“The song "Better Than Revenge" is about a girl, who a few years ago, stole my boyfriend. I think she probably thought I forgot about it, but I didn't.”

Fun Fact: Joe Jonas changed the lyrics from "I'm done with superstars" to "I'm cool with superstars".

July 1, 2009: [From MySpace] “What else is new... Recording a bunch of new songs.”

One of them is possibly Better Than Revenge, maybe even Let's Go. Taylor seems still bitter about Joe leaving her.

July 11, 2009: Taylor writes on her diary about going to an antique shop. This is probably the inspiration for Timeless.

[Lover Journal] I just got back from a trip to Canada that was absolutely refreshing and good for the soul. I never really knew what a good thing having no cell or internet could be. But it was a great thing. I did things a little differently up there, and I actually liked it. I started reading self-help books. It’s really uplifting knowing that you can change your life today, tomorrow … just by doing a few things you never thought of. Or doing things differently than you’ve done them before. New things I adopted from a self help book: Get up early. Keep your cool. Don’t tee off on people you love. Laugh more. You can control your moods. Create a love account and make deposits, in other words, show people that you love them. Another new hobby of mine is ….. antique stores. And not just neat, organized antique stores. I really like the ones where there’s so much crap to dig through, you can find absolute treasures for nothing. I went to 2 antique stores in Saskatchewan, and one today in Winnipeg. I bought all these old glass mason jars. I’m gonna use them for candle holders. I bought old scales and watch faces and chairs and old trunks and a bird cage and 2 lamps.

July 21, 2009: [From Twitter] Hanging with my producer Nathan, discussing the next adventure. Album #3.

July 2009: Based on a Lover Journal, I think that Taylor wrote Never Grow Up in July 2009.

Handwritten Lyrics From a Lover Journal:

‘Never Grow Up’ is a song about the fact that I don’t quite know how I feel about growing up. It’s tricky. Growing up happens without you knowing it. Growing up is such a crazy concept because a lot of times when you were younger you wish you were older. I look out into a crowd every night and I see a lot of girls that are my age and going through exactly the same things as I’m going through. Every once in a while I look down and I see a little girl who is seven or eight, and I wish I could tell her all of this. There she is becoming who she is going to be and forming her thoughts and dreams and opinions. I wrote this song for those little girls.

[Nathan Chapman Interview] “The song 'Never Grow Up' is just she singing and I on acoustic guitar. We recorded ourselves live. That song probably happened in two hours.”

September 6, 2009: Taylor announces Fearless Platinum Edition on MySpace, out on October 26, 2009. It includes Jump Then Fall, which was originally written in the summer of 2008, while Taylor was dating Joe Jonas. The secret message of the song is "Last Summer Was Magical". It seems like Taylor doesn't harbor bitter feelings toward Joe anymore.

“We just put out Fearless last year? I know! We’re not putting out a whole new album. We’re re-releasing Fearless with SIX new songs added. I’m so excited for you to hear this new music, see the new pictures, and watch the 50 million hours of bonus content. I love you a lot and I’ll see you on the road!”

September 13, 2009: New York. Night of the VMA incident, where Kanye West interrupts Taylor while she's accepting the Best Music Video Award for You Belong With Me. Taylor starts writing Innocent shortly after.

Based on the themes of the song and on the fact that, according to the booklet, it was written in 2009, I think that Castles Crumbling was also inspired by the VMA incident.

[GQ] “When the crowd started booing, I thought they were booing because they also believed I didn’t deserve the award. That’s where the hurt came from. I went backstage and cried, and then I had to stop crying and perform five minutes later. I just told myself I had to perform, and I tried to convince myself that maybe this wasn’t that big of a deal. But that was the most happenstance thing to ever happen in my career.”

September 15, 2009 (morning): Taylor is still in New York doing interviews, like The View with Whoopy Goldberg. Taylor says that she bought her own condo in Nashville. Unsurprisingly, the main topic is the VMA incident.

September 15, 2009 (night): Taylor attends Owl City's show in New York. She and Adam Young (aka Owl City) had exchanged emails in the previous months. She writes Enchanted after their meeting.

[MTV Interview] “I started writing that in the hotel room when I got back, because it was just this positive, wistful feeling of ‘I hope you understand just how much I loved meeting you.’ Using the word ‘wonderstruck’ [in the lyrics] was done on purpose, because that’s a word which that person used one time in an e-mail... so I purposely wrote it in the song, so he would know.”

[Adam Young Interview] When Young met the 21-year-old music superstar backstage at one of his shows in New York, he was starstruck. "She was on her way up to meet me and that was the most nerve-racking few minutes of my life just waiting to meet Taylor Swift," he says. "When I met her she was glowing and I was too. It's hard to put into words, but I was definitely wonderstruck to meet her." Unfortunately for Young, nothing ever progressed beyond emails and one fateful meeting. "I think I'm not the most romantic and eloquent guy in the world," he admits. "She's just this endearing, wonderful girl and maybe I said something wrong. Who knows. It went on for three or four months, something like that."

Speculation: I think that the first verse of Enchanted is a reference to the View interview that Taylor did that morning.

September 26, 2009: While touring in Little Rock, Arkansas, with Kellie Pickler and Gloriana, Taylor writes a song, possibly Last Kiss.

“The song ‘Last Kiss’ is sort of like a letter to somebody. You say all of these desperate, hopeless feelings that you have after a break-up. Going through a break-up you feel all of these different things. You feel anger, and you feel confusion, and frustration. Then there is the absolute sadness. The sadness of losing this person, losing all the memories, and the hopes you had for the future. There are times when you have this moment of truth where you just admit to yourself that you miss all these things. When I was in one of those moments I wrote this song.”

[Drummer Nick Buda on the recording of Last Kiss, recorded in mid 2010 circa] On "Last Kiss," South African-born Nick Buda said there was an air of real excitement when they were recording the album. “She is awesome to work with and super-appreciative of her players. There was a real chemistry involved in this record.” Their desire to get exactly the sound they wanted extended to changing Buda’s modern drum kit to a vintage one on some choruses in order to get a different tone from some of the bombastic “teenage rock band” sound. “The songs were so well written that very rarely did they go past a third take,” he said.

The secret message is "Forever And Always".

October 17, 2009: [From Twitter] Travis: you look so out of it. Me: I'm writing a song in my head. Travis: oh, I apologize. I didn't realize you were working."

November 7, 2009: Taylor sings "Monologue Song (La La La) at the SNL, where she mentions her breakup with Joe and dating Taylor Lautner.

November 30, 2009: Taylor tweets: “If I had a dime for every time my producer and I blurt out the same thing at the same time, followed by an awkward, uncoordinated high five...”

Late November/Early December 2009: Taylor writes Ours and possibly Superman. Maybe they're the songs Taylor was talking about in the tweet.

[People Country] “I wrote [Ours] when I was about to turn 20. I was in a relationship I knew people wouldn't approve of and it was just a matter of time before everyone found out. When you're first getting to know someone, it's a fragile time, and then you add newspapers and magazine covers and it can get kind of rough. I wanted to have this song to play for him when it got difficult. Singing it for him was one of the sweetest moments I can remember. [I won't say who inspired it], to me, the song says something bigger, which is "I love you, and I don't care what anyone else thinks."”

(About Ours) “I’m excited about telling the beginnings of stories, like the story of this song called ‘Ours,’ where I wrote it about this guy nobody thought I should be with. So I wrote this song specifically just to play it for him, just to show him, ‘I don’t care what anyone says. I don’t care that you have tattoos. I don’t care that you have a gap between your teeth. I love you for who you are.’ And that song ended up actually making it on [Speak Now] and becoming a #1 song.”

That's how Taylor broke down the lyrics for People in April 2012:

“Seems like there’s always someone who disapproves” -> "I felt like I was on a tightrope. I knew that falling in love with the wrong person could freak people out."

“So don’t you worry your pretty little mind” -> "A lot of people have pretty little heads, but it's difficult to find a pretty little mind."

“People throw rocks at things that shine” -> "I kind of made up the phrase. It has a nursery rhyme feel, which I like."

“The stakes are high, the water's rough” -> "Those are the first lines that came to me."

“Lurking in the shadows with their lip gloss smiles” -> "It stereotypes girls who that pretend they're happy for your and are not."

“I'll fight their doubt and give you faith with this song for you” -> "My realization of what we were up against came out in that line. I was desperate to make it work."

“Cause I love the gap between your teeth” -> "My favorite part of the song. It's symbolic of "I love your idiosyncrasies."

“And any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos” -> "My dad thinks that this line is hilarious. He loves to tease me."

[About Superman] “This is about, well, a guy, as usual. This was a guy that I was sort of enamored with. This song got its title by something that I just said randomly in conversation. When he walked out of the room, I turned to one of my friends and said, ‘It’s like watching Superman fly away.’”

Dear John's secret message is "I Loved You From The Very First Day", which is a line from Superman.

The song also includes the line "Wishing the flowers were from you", which may or may not be the same flowers mentioned in Back To December ("You gave me roses and I left them there to die").

Gossip Speculation: This makes me think that Taylor was never deeply in love with Taylor L (-> "And I realised I loved you in the fall") and she left Taylor L for John Mayer (-> "And if you'd never saved me from boredom, I would've gone on as I was")

December 6, 2009: [From MySpace] “I just got back to Nashville this morning after being in LA all week. Today I was out and about and in the studio all day...”

December 11, 2009: Taylor and John Mayer perform Half Of My Heart at the Z100 Jingle Bell Ball concert in New York. After this concert, rumors of them dating surface.

December 13, 2009: Taylor turns 20.

December 22, 2009: [From Twitter] "I was writing a song and my pen fell into the piano. Still trying to figure out if I should do anything about this."

January 11, 2010: [From Twitter] "Studio-ness with all the same boys who played on Fearless. Home-made cupcakes were brought. Awkward fist-pumps happened. Onward!"

January 13, 2010: [From MySpace] Thank you January. I have had this month off. [...] I've written songs on napkins and sat at a giant table with my whole family on my mother's birthday, all of us in one place for the first time in too long. I've gotten to take what has happened to me and process it to my full capability, and celebrate it the way it deserved to be celebrated. I've made new music. I've gone over the memories and jumped up and down with my producer and floated around with nothing on my schedule other than just appreciating what my life has somehow turned into. So thank you for giving me so much to be thankful for this January. Thank you beyond what I know how to say.

[From Twitter] "More recording. So excited. So excited. So excited. See, I said that three times. Once for every album we've made in this studio."

[Music News.com Interview] “The weirdest place I have ever written a song is probably in an airport, and I got an idea so fast that I had to run to the bathroom at the airport, grab a paper towel and write lyrics on the paper towel. I still have it. I still have it in a box in my room.”

“Getting back in the studio with the same guys I trust and know and love.. (right, the pointing one: my producer Nathan Chapman) (Left, the waving one: Bass extraorinaire, Tim Marks. Clearly marked on his road case.) Nick Buddha is in charge of the drums.”

January 2010: It's possible that one of the songs recorded during the January session was Speak Now.

[MTV Interview] "One of my friends... the guy she had been in love with since childhood was marrying this other girl," she said. "And my first inclination was to say, 'Well, are you gonna speak now?' And then I started thinking about what I would do if I was still in love with someone who was marrying someone who they shouldn't be marrying. And so I wrote this song about exactly what my game plan would be."

“This song was inspired by one of my friends who was telling me about her childhood sweetheart, crush guy. They were kind of together in high school and went their separate ways, and it was kind of understood that they were gonna get back together. Then, she one day comes in and tells me he’s getting married. He had met this girl who was just this mean person who made him completely stop talking to all of his friends, cut off his family, had him like so completely isolated. And I just, kind of randomly, was like, ‘So, you gonna speak now?’ She was like, ‘What do you mean?’ And I was like ‘Oh, you know, like storm the church, speak now or forever hold your peace? I’ll go with you. I’ll play guitar. It would be great.’ She was just kind of laughing, and later on I just was wrapping my mind around that idea of how tragic it would be if someone you loved was marrying somebody else. Later I had a dream about one of my ex-boyfriends getting married, and it just all came together that I needed to write this song about interrupting a wedding.”

The secret message for Speak Now is “You always regret what you don’t say.”

In January 2010, things are starting to get serious. Taylor, Nathan and the rest of the group, are at the Starstruck Recording Studio to finish up some songs.

Mid January 2010: In a Rolling Stone interview, Taylor confirms she has already recorded some songs.

“‘I’ll be moving out, living on my own, experiencing relationships,’ she says. ‘All of that will be documented in sort of a photo-album-slash-diary, which will be this next record.’ I’ve written so much for this next record and recorded a bunch of songs already, but I don’t want to give away any of the titles – it’s still too early in the process. I don’t really write for albums as much as I just write for my life and process what I feel, whether that feeling is resentment or hope or happiness or a crush — writing songs helps me get through those moments.”

January 31, 2010: Taylor wins her first AOTY for Fearless at the 52nd Grammy Awards.

February 1, 2010: Bob Lefsetz posts his particularly negative review of her performance with Stevie Nicks at the Grammy's. Mean was likely written shortly after.

“When you do what I do, which is you put yourself out there for a lot of people to say whatever they want about it, there are a million different opinions from a million different people. I get it that not everyone is going to like everything that you do, and I get that no matter what, you’re going to be criticized for something. But I also get that there are different kinds of ways to criticize someone. There is constructive criticism. There’s professional criticism. And then, there’s just being mean. There’s a line that you cross when you just start to attack everything about a person, and there’s one guy who just crossed the line over and over again. Just being mean, and saying things that would ruin my day. […] There’s always going to be someone who’s just mean to you. Dealing with that is all you can control about that situation, how you handle it. ‘Mean’ is about how I handle it, and sort of my mindset about this whole situation.”

"There's a song called 'Mean,' that I guess you could categorize it into feelings and or relationships but it's actually about a critic."

In a later interview with 60 Minutes, Swift revealed that the critic was someone who attacked her performance with Stevie Nicks at the 52nd Grammy Awards, where she sang off-key.

February 3, 2010: Taylor writes Mean.

[InDemand] "There's a song on the record called Mean. I remember I started writing it sitting on my kitchen counter, just playing it. Then I took a plane and flew to the venue where we were gonna play that night, and finishing it in the dressing room.

I'm inferring the date but Taylor went to Australia on February 4th, so that's the closest date to the Bob Lefsetz's post. Alternatively, the other closest date is February 17th.

February 4, 2010: John Mayer is interviewed for Rolling Stone, and a friend of his says: "Nothing is what it seems. He operates in layers of meaning, where a poop joke is so much more than a poop joke. And he’d be a phenomenal chess player, because he knows all the moves so many steps ahead. That’s just how he operates.” (-> "And I lived in your chess game, but you changed the rules every day.")

February 5, 2010: Josh Farro from Paramore announces his engagement. Since he specifies that some people already knew about it, it is safe to assume that Hailey Williams, his ex-girlfriend and bandmate, knew before this date about it. Taylor's interviews imply that they were talking about the engagement, not the wedding.

I've got some news to share with you guys so here it goes... As some of you already know, I am engaged! So, as weird as it is to stay behind, I need to take some time off to plan the wedding and everything.

February 11, 2010: Taylor Lautner's birthday. Taylor doesn't call him, as she confessed in Back To December.

February 13, 2010: Based on a Lover Journal entry from this day, it seems like Taylor and John were no longer dating. Dear John must've been written around this period.

[Lover Journal, Flight from Adelaide to Nashville]: “My horoscope said today someone new is going to come into the picture and change my life in an exciting way. PLUS, its the 13th so it has to be true. Right? Right Well, I don't see it happening in the form of meeting someone. Maybe I'll get an email or a call. From someone fantastic and life changing. Or maybe I won't. That's more likely. I've been obsessing over the new album. I always do that until it's just right. I don't know if I have the formula just right for this one yet. I know there are great songs. I just need to figure out the strands that bond them together into a great album. And I will obsess until it's there. This album, any album, is the next 2 years of my life. It has to be more than amazing. It has to be great enough to keep MY attention for 2 years.”

“The song ‘Dear John’ is sort of like the last email you would ever send to someone that you used to be in a relationship with. Usually people write this venting last email to someone and they say everything that they want to say to that person, and then they usually don’t send it. I guess by putting this song on the album I am pushing send.”

February 22, 2010: [From MySpace] “I’ve been writing lots of songs.”

March 10, 2010: Taylor writes Mine.

[InDemand] "I wrote Mine somewhere on the road, I think in Texas, actually."

According to three different Reddit sources, Taylor was dating a non famous guy from Belmont University. The coffee shop referenced in Mine is a coffee shop in Austin, TX, by the water called Mozart's.

“This is a situation where a guy that I just barely knew put his arm around me by the water, and I saw the entire relationship flash before my eyes, almost like a weird science-fiction movie. After I wrote the song, things sort of fell apart, as things so often do. And I hadn’t talked to him in a couple months. And the song came out, and that day, I got an e-mail from him. And I was like, ‘Yes!’ Because that one was sort of half-confession and half-prediction or projection of what I saw.”

“Lately I’ve had this bad habit of running away from love. Kind of getting to the place where it’s about to commit, and then you just, like, run in the opposite direction. ‘Mine’ is about the idea that I could find someone who would be the exception to that, someone who would be so sturdy and so much of a sure thing that I wouldn’t run from it. Sometimes I look back on a lot of examples that I’ve seen of love, long term, and a lot of times it doesn’t work out. There are goodbyes and people get really hurt, so I tend to be a little ‘run-awayish.’ But I’m never past hoping that at some point that could change. This song is the first single because it has this… There was this moment between Nathan [Chapman] and I, my producer, when I brought this song in and when we made this demo in one day in his basement and we just kinda looked at each other and we were like, ‘This is it. This is the one.’”

[Nathan Chapman interview] “The demo for 'Mine' took less than five hours to record, and sounded almost identical to the record. After that we worked on the track for another four months, off and on [until July], and spent $30,000 to make sure it sounded perfect in the real world.”

[Scott Borchetta Billboard Interview] "Mine" was a turning point in the album’s development. Swift and Chapman had begun recording new songs almost as soon as "Fearless" was released. The two cut demos in his basement studio and would only take those songs to larger facilities once they felt they had an emotional foundation in the basic tracks. Still, it wasn’t until early 2010 when the album truly began to coalesce. Swift presented "Mine" to Borchetta in his office, just a few doors down the hall from the leather couch in the lobby.

"We probably played that song four or five times," Borchetta recalls. "I’m jumping around playing air guitar, she’s singing the song back to me, and it was just one of those crazy, fun, Taylor teen-age moments." And then it got serious. "I said, ‘Keep going,’ " Borchetta says. "She kind of looked at me like, ‘You’re challenging me.’ And I said, ‘Yeah. You’ve found true north here. Keep going.’"

Taylor will talk about being challenged by Borchetta to write more for Speak Now during the Red Era:

“During Speak Now, when I went to (label head) Scott Borchetta and said, 'The album's finished,' he said, 'No, it's not -- you need to keep writing.'”

Early March 2010: According to Scott Borchetta, shortly after he challenged Taylor to write more, she finishes writing Innocent, which she had started 6 months prior.

"Innocent," written after the VMA incident with Kanye West, for example, didn't come to Swift quickly. "Some songs take 30 minutes to write, and some take six months, which was the case with 'Innocent.'

“It took a while to write that song," Swift says. "That was a huge, intense thing in my life that resonated for a long time. It was brought up to me in grocery stores and everywhere I went, and in a lot of times in my life, when I don’t know how I feel about something, I say nothing. And that’s what I did until I could come to the conclusion that I came to in order to write ‘Innocent,’ " she says. "Even then, I didn’t talk about it, and I still don’t really talk about it. I just thought it was very important for me to sing about it.”

March 24, 2010: Taylor has lunch with Taylor Lautner. This meeting is likely what inspires Back To December. (thanks to @backup-baby-backup for locating the article)

[Interview Clip] Transcript: “‘Back To December’ is a song that addresses a first for me, in that I’ve never apologized to someone in a song before. This is about a person who was incredible to me- just perfect in a relationship, and I was really careless with him. So, this is a song full of words that I would say to him that he deserves to hear.”

[CBS Interview] She explained in the interview that she based the song on a conversation she had with the guy about whom she's singing. "It's not loosely based," she revealed. "It's almost word-for-word. It is a song and a conversation that needed to happen, because I don't want to hurt people. If you unintentionally do so, you've got to make that better."

April 3, 2010: Paramore's member Josh Farro marries Jenna Rice. Taylor attends the ceremony. She also goes to the studio in the morning.

[From Twitter] "Nathan you smell really good! Is that a new cologne?" "Thanks! Actually it's a two in one shampoo and soap. From Dial." My producer rules."

April 13, 2010: Taylor comes up with the title "Speak Now" after Scott Borchetta rejects "Enchanted". She also writes in her journal about getting tired of songs.

[From a Lover Journal] “So I've been obsessing over the new records to the point where it's all I can focus on. I'm majorly stressed and borderline losing it, with all these lists and chronic dissatisfaction. Perfectionist-ness. I keep growing tired of songs because I know I've raised the bar and I can beat half of the songs. Scott and I had lunch the other day. We were talking about the record and I had this epiphany. I didn't talk about it in interviews about how I felt about much of what has happened in the last 2 years. I've been silent about so much that I'm saying on this album. It's time to Speak Now. Scott freaked out. He loved it. We have a title, ladies and gentlemen!”

[Scott Borchetta Interview] “At one point, the record was not called ‘Speak Now.’ It was called ‘Enchanted,'” Big Machine president/CEO Scott Borchetta said. “We were at lunch, and she had played me a bunch of the new songs. I looked at her and I‘m like, ‘Taylor, this record isn’t about fairy tales and high school anymore. That’s not where you’re at. I don’t think the record should be called ‘Enchanted.'” Swift excused herself from the table at that point. By the time she came back, she had the “Speak Now” title, which comes closer to representing the evolution that the album represents in her career and in her still-young understanding of the world.

June 5, 2010: End of the Fearless Tour. Around this week, Taylor writes Long Live, scrabbling the chorus in her journal.

“This song is about my band, and my producer, and all the people who have helped us build this brick by brick. The fans, the people who I feel that we are all in this together, this song talks about the triumphant moments that we’ve had in the last two years. We’ve had times where we just jump up and down, and dance like we don’t care how we’re dancing, and just scream at the top of our lungs, “How is this happening?” And, I feel very lucky to even have had one of those moments, nonetheless all the ones that I got to have. ‘Long Live’ is about how I feel reflecting on it. This song for me is like looking at a photo album of all the award shows, and all the stadium shows, and all the hands in the air in the crowd. It’s sort of the first love song that I’ve written to my team.”

“"Long Live," (in parentheses "We Will Be Remembered"), is the first song where I've ever had parentheses in the title. Besides that, though, this song is about my band, and my producer, and all the people who have helped us build this brick by brick. The fans, the people who I feel that we are all in this together, this song talks about the triumphant moments that we've had in the last two years. We've had times where we just jump up and down, and dance like we don't care how we're dancing, and just scream at the top of our lungs, "How is this happening?" And, I feel very lucky to even have had one of those moments, nonetheless all the ones that I got to have. "Long Live" is about how I feel reflecting on it. This song for me is like looking at a photo album of all the award shows, and all the stadium shows, and all the hands in the air in the crowd. It's sort of the first love song that I've written to my team.”

June 9, 2010: Night of the CMT Music Awards, held in Nashville. 'CMT Music Awards' is the secret message of The Story Of Us.

“‘The Story of Us’ is about running into someone I had been in a relationship with at an awards show, and we were seated a few seats away from each other. I just wanted to say to him, ‘Is this killing you? Because it’s killing me.’ But I didn’t. But I couldn’t. Because we both had these silent shields up. I went home and I sat there at the kitchen table and I said to my mom, ‘I felt like I was standing alone in a crowded room.’ Then I got up and ran into my bedroom, as she’s seen me do many times. And she probably assumed I had come up with a line in the song.”

“'The Story of Us' is a song that I wrote about an awkward situation where, well… Let me just preface by saying that I have happened to run into exes in strange places lately. This is about one of those situations where the strange place that I ran into him was an awards show. I was seated a couple of seats away from him and there was so much that needed to be said, and neither one of us was willing to say it. We were both acting like we were engaged in conversations with people that we don't even know. It was just miserable. I was telling my Mom about it later, and I said I felt like I was standing alone in a crowded room. And then I was like, "Gotta go. Bye!" And my Mom is used to that at this point so, that's what this song is about.”

June 13, 2010: Taylor premiers Mine during the 13-hour Meet & Greet at the CMA Music Festival. Fans ask a lot of questions about Sparks Fly.

“'Sparks Fly' is a song I wrote a few years ago and played in concert. You guys have learned it and I think like it, which makes me really happy. When we did the 13-hour Meet and Greet at the CMA Fest, there was a comment I got over and over again. You guys were saying, 'So what about 'Sparks Fly?' Is it going to be on the next record? [...] I played that song at maybe one or two shows, and you guys just jumped on it and really made it something that I had to put on the album because you really showed interest in it.”

Comparison between the 2007 live version and the final one:

First verse: You say my name for the first time, baby, and I fall in love in an empty bar -> You’re the kind of reckless that should send me runnin’, but I kinda know that I won’t get far.

Second verse: So reach out open-handed and lead me out to that floor / I don’t need more paper lanterns / Take me down, baby / Bring on the movie score / ‘Cause my heart is beating fast and you are beautiful / And I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would... -> My mind forgets to remind me you’re a bad idea / You touch me once and it’s really somethin’ / You find I’m even better than you imagined I would be / I’m on my guard for the rest of the world / But with you, I know it’s no good / And I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would…

Bridge: Just keep your beautiful eyes on me / Gonna strike this match tonight / And lead me up the staircase / Won't you whisper soft and slow / I’d love to hate it, but you make it like a firework show -> Just keep on keepin’ your eyes on me, it’s just wrong enough to make it feel right / And lead me up the staircase / Won't you whisper soft and slow / I'm captivated by you, baby I’m captivated by you baby, like a fireworks show.

Speculation: I think that the line "I'm on my guard from the rest of the world" from Sparks Fly being written after "And you figure out why I'm guarded" from Mine is very telling of what Taylor was going through.

June 16, 2010: [From a Lover Journal] After the CMT Music Awards, Taylor works on The Story Of Us for a few days, before finishing it on June 16th, on her way to Nathan Chapman's studio.

[MTV Interview] “I was at an awards show, and there was a guy there, obviously — it all starts there, doesn’t it? It was a guy I had been in a relationship with, falling out, then we end up at the same awards show, both trying to act like we don’t care, both like, you know, chatting up the people next to us. Afterward, I just felt so empty, like we were both fighting this silent war of pretending we didn’t care that the other was there. And I went home, and I wrote this song about it. And at that point, I had this gut feeling, and I knew the album was finished.”

[Lover Journal Page Transcript] “So I've been a little studio rat since the tour ended [...] I wake up to my cell phone alarm around 9:30 each morning, throw on a sundress, skip makeup, tie my hair in a messy side-braid, and head out the door with no shoes on. Because the only walking outside I'll be doing is from my house to my car, then from my car three steps to Nathan's basement studio. I worked on a song for a few days, then basically finished it in the car on the way to Nathan's this morning. It. Is. So. Good. And I can safely say I am DONE writing this record!! This song is up-tempo, and hooky and sort a torn sounding... like this horrible stressed confusion that comes on when you know the person you're pining away for is in the room. There are these invisible walls keeping things from being okay. So you're not fine. And they're not fine. And I'm happy I wrote that song!! :)”

Video: Making of The Story Of Us Demo

It will be the last song she writes before having a writer's block that will end 6 months later with All Too Well.

[USA Today Interview] [All Too Well] came after a six-month writing drought that followed a particularly toxic relationship. "There's a kind of bad that gets so overpowering you can't even write about it," she says of that time. "When you feel pain that is so far past dysfunctional, that leaves you with so many emotions that you can't filter them down to simple emotions to write about, that's when you know you really need to get out."

June 18, 2010: John Mayer presents Taylor with the Hal David Starlight Award, at the 41st Songwriters Hall of Fame Awards.

John's speech: “You could put her in a time machine in any era and she would have a hit record. Don't confuse everybody loving one thing as hype. Sometimes that's everyone agreeing that it's fabulous.”

From now on, Taylor will only focus on the production of Speak Now, tweaking the songs and overdubbing the instruments.

June 30, 2010: Taylor tweets about Amos Heller recording the bass on Mine at the Blackbird Studio. Clips from this day are also released.

July 8, 2010: Taylor is spotted in Maine, while filming the music video of Mine. The final mix of the song is not ready yet.

[Source] Taylor Swift was in Kennebunk today, July 8, shooting part of a new music video at Christ Church on Dane Street. The Rev. Janet Leighninger, pastor of Christ Church said they had been contacted a while ago by a company that scouts film locations and happened to check the church out one Sunday. “Then they called about a week ago and said could they possibly film here,” she said. Leighninger said she was told it would be a country artist shooting a music video, but not who the artist was. “We wanted to make sure it was appropriate,” she said. On the morning of the shoot, Leighninger discovered the artist was Swift.

[People who were there] "It was a blast to watch! Both Taylor and the guy in her video seemed to be having tons of fun and at one point where he proposes and they kissed he looked up at the camera crew and said 'She said no by the way.' The scene lasted about 30 minutes and then they started filming in the house again."

[Mixer Justin Niebank Interview] "Interestingly enough, I'd done some kind of pre‑mix of 'Mine' for a video thing, with the original drums and bass, and Nathan and Taylor were like: 'This is cool, but we want to go a little bit more for a power approach.' So by the time it got to the final mix they had rerecorded the bass and the drums and it sounded great.

The rough version of the final mix is called "Mine JN Master Mix", where JN stands for Justin Niebank. You can also see "SF" which stands for Shannon Forest, the drummer. The old stems played by Nathan are also visible.

To sum up all of the known Mine demos:

First demo: Recorded in March 2010; all instruments played by Nathan Chapman; Mixed by Nathan.

Second demo: Mixed in June 2010, made for the Music Video; all instruments still played by Nathan Chapman; Mixed by Justin Niebank.

Third demo: Called "JN Master Mix": Mixed on July 21, 2010, bass played by Amos Heller, drums played by Shannon Forest, mixed by Justin Niebank, mix ready or almost ready to be mastered.

July 15, 2010: Taylor and Toby Hemingway are spotted shopping in West Hollywood. This is also the day when the orchestra strings for Back To December and Haunted are recorded, arranged by Paul Buckmaster. Taylor's interview in the studio here.

“I wanted the music and the orchestration [for Haunted] to reflect the intensity of the emotion the song is about, so we recorded strings with Paul Buckmaster at Capitol Studios in Los Angeles. It was an amazing experience – recording this entire big, live string section that I think in the end really captured the intense, chaotic feeling of confusion I was looking for.”

Late July 2010: In the meantime, Justin Niebank completes the definitive mixes. Mine is completed on July 21st specifically.

[Nathan Chapman] For Speak Now we had to mix 17 songs in three weeks, and I knew that I would want to go back to tweak some of the songs we had mixed earlier, and I did not want to have to recall the mixing board every time. There just wasn't time for that.

July 2010: Taylor moves out to her own condo in Nashville.

“This summer I've been 99 percent focused on my new record and one percent focused on the fact that I actually just moved into my first place. I'm officially moved in! I'm so excited! As you know, I've been constantly talking about how I've been antique shopping and non-stop planning and construction on this place. It's been really awesome to figure out what it's like to be on your own, just cooking and stuff. I'm having such a blast with it.”

The Never Grow Up secret message is: "I moved out in July".

July 2010: Shooting of the Speak Now Photoshoot with her band, The Agency.

August 4, 2010: Mine is released. It was supposed to be released on August 15th, but since it had leaked its release was anticipated.

August 31, 2010: The Mine Music Video is released. Taylor has a get-together at her home in Nashville with the kids in the video and their families.

Taylor broke down the music video in 2012 in this very funny interview for Vevo Certified;

Behind The Scenes Footage: PART 1, PART 2, PART 3 from the Speak Now Deluxe Edition/Target. This is very unhinged.

[Director Roman White comment] Creating this piece was beyond fun, and I’ve honestly never had a better time on a shoot. Was it crazy hot? Yes. Were there tons of bugs? Yes. Was all of this offset by the insanely gorgeous scenery? 100% YES! We shot the entire piece near Portland, Maine and much lobster was eaten! My AMAZING producer, Tameron Hedge, actually got accosted by a HUGE seagull who took off with her lobster roll (that’s how good they were). Other than that one little incident, Maine was absolute perfection. On the first day, we shot on a private estate with more than 2,000 acres and a private beach, rounding out the second day in a small harbor town. There was a lot going on, and I had a BLAST with the entire gang!

September 12, 2010: Taylor premiers Innocent at the VMAs, a year after the Kanye incident.

“You have to try really hard to regulate what you feel, what you let in, and what you don’t… but then when it comes to making an album, if you make everything general and kind of gloss over your actual, raw feelings, that doesn’t benefit anyone. As far as what to feel and what level to feel it, I can’t really control any of that. It’s just how things hit you, and what you let in is definitely something you’ve got to find a balance for.”

“I think a lot of people expected me to write a song about him. But for me it was important to write a song to him.”

October 25, 2010: Speak Now is finally released.

“There is also the fact that the album is called 'Speak Now,' and that pertains to the album as a concept and as an entire theme of the record, more than I can even tell you," she says. "I've been working on it for two years. Ever since we put out 'Fearless,' I've been writing for this record and conceptualizing it and putting it together in my head, what I wanted it to be. I like to take a lot of time between albums to work up the next one and see what it is. We did the same thing with 'Fearless.' We put two years in between it [and her self-titled debut album] and that gives enough time for me [to] write everything that I live. You have got to give yourself time to live a lot of things, so you can write a lot of things.”

“I wrote all the songs myself for this record. It didn't really happen on purpose. It just sort of happened that way. I'd get my best ideas at 3:00 AM in Arkansas, and didn't have a co-writer around and I'd just finish it. And that would happen again in New York; that would happen again in Boston; that would happen again in Nashville. The songs that made the cut for the albums are the ones that I wrote by myself so – wish me luck!”

“In life you have a lot of situations that pop up and people that come into your life, and sometimes you don’t get to tell them what you wish you would have told them,” Swift said. “This album is my opportunity to do that track-by-track. Each song is a different confession to a different person.”

“Some of the things I wrote about are things everyone saw me go through,” she added. “Some of the things I wrote about are things nobody ever knew about. I’m beyond excited for you to hear these stories and confessions.”

Bonus: The Vault

“My favorite thing to do is make a list of what the album can be, even when I'm in the beginning stages of writing the album and I've got three songs on the list. I still make a list of what the track listing would be like. Which [song] is track one, two or three. And then you keep writing more songs and writing more songs and all of a sudden you've got a list of 25 songs. What I would do is keep bumping off songs that I felt I had overwritten. As you keep writing more songs, your list gets better and better and better. And I did that so many times I can't even count!”

The Vault Titles:

Castles Crumbling

Someone Just Told Me

His Lies

Wonderful Things

I Can See You

Let's Go

Foolish One

Timeless

Bother Me

Electric Touch

When Emma Falls In Love

All of them are self-written.

This post will be edited once we will have additional info on the songs, especially the Vault Songs. Thank you for reading!

[bibliophilea]

The Real Wes (westonwes): Phenton stole my camera. Again. And before you guys harp on about how I spelled Fenton (aka Phantom), you should ask yourselves - why does he keep stealing my camera??? 🤔 #CantHaveShitInAmityPark

Paulina Pink (paulinareina) replying to westonwes: Obviously it’s bc you keep harassing the man. You need to let go. #ratioed

Da Baxter Man (bashdaxter) replying to westonwes: It’s cuz ur a dweeb next question #ratioed

Bunny Year Yeet (thekwanster) replying to westonwes: Hahahahaha get #ratioed Wes XD

Phenton (phantomofap) replying to westonwes: Yeah Wes get #ratioed lmao

Fantom (spaceboi61) replying to westonwes: lol get #ratioed

Ghost Rights Are Human Rights (chaossam) replying to westonwes: Give it up, Wes, you’re digging your own grave. #ratioed

Too Fine TM (friartuck) replying to westonwes: Yeah dude this is just sad XD #ratioed

My Man Dale (dalenchip) replying to westonwes: The geeks are right, quit while your behind lol #ratioed

Valerie Gallery (grayskies) replying to westonwes: Come on Wes, this is getting old. #ratioed

Red Huntress (huntressred) replying to westonwes: Leave the Fenton kid out of it, Weston. You’re a danger to yourself and to him. #ratioed

Jazz F (jasmineblossom) replying to westonwes: Wes, don’t you think you’ve harassed my brother enough? You know, therapy is for everyone. #ratioed

[gravehags]

I'm sure you've answered this before, but where do you get so many perfume samples? I love experimenting with scents, but I definitely don't have the budget to 😅

to be fair this collection is the product of like 5+ years of hoarding lmao when i was gainfully employed i would order stuff from luckyscent or ministry of scent or zgo perfumery pretty regularly. samples can range from $3-6 each depending on how expensive the actual perfume is but most of the ones i've ordered have been in the $4 range simply because lol as if i'd ever be able to afford a full size bottle of a more expensive sample. it's a good way to get a feel for what you like especially because a lot of sample sites will let you search by note so you can look at other stuff that's similar to something you may already enjoy. also def recommend going into boutiques and to perfume counters and asking for samples of scents - my best friend and i spent over an hour chatting up the lady at the le labo counter in nordstrom and we left with like a dozen samples each!! i actually don't own many full size bottles of perfume, most of mine are travel sizes or decants from sampling sites. it lets me, a notoriously fickle perfume enjoyer, a chance to try stuff out without the commitment of spending the money on a full bottle :) also!! there are so many indie sites where you can get sample sets - highly recommend fantome perfumes and solstice scents!! sorry this is a lot lmao i hope it helps!

[callofdudes]

I shall quote an actually fucking tweet I saw replying to that certain someone from twitter;

“I agree. Although there is also a lot Ghost x Soap art that I enjoy, I feel like us straight girls are a bit underrepresented in this fantom. So I'm happy to see some CoD x fem content, too.”

Ummm….what the fuck???

They complain about not seeing enough AFAB! Reader X COD (which there is!) but from the look on @makarovmw twitter page they are not only a porn addict but someone who fetishizes MWM relationships given their reposts and likes.

Honestly this is all just exhausting; let people write ‘X CoD’ with a fem or a male or non-binary or trans reader as long as it’s not harmful.

You don’t see enough of a certain kind of ‘X CoD’ that you want to see and like? Write/draw it yourself or commission it, why bully and harass people online?

Not enough female reader.... female content in general - there is LOTS of representation.

I don't go seeking out smut but I can say without a shadow of a fucking doubt a lot of content, fanart, audios, clips, even tiktoks are geared for the female audience.

Because, and I'll say it again, A MAJORITY OF THIS FANDOM NOW ARE PEOPLE WHO JUST JUMPED IN AND HAVE NEVER PLAYED THE GAME.

And they know that. And they can use that. Male representation when it comes to x readers/audio/art what have you is hugely down the tunnel and isn't made as often unless it's pure smut. So if anything the guys need more of their own content if that's what they want.

And maybe... Just maybe one of the reasons ghostsoap is so popular because they have chemistry. They've been a thing since the OG trilogy but it hasn't come out as popular until their interactions skyrocketed.

People like them because they watched/or played the game, saw them, and took them in. They're tangible and they're pretty darn freaking cute 😤

They're brothers, down for the long haul and that's something people can cling on to easier than x readers. But yeah... In this fandom, and in any fandom really, there is never a shortage of female representation with the men.

So that certain someone needs to get off their ass. But yeah... Strange things happen in this fandom, and sadly, every fandom. But that's just wack