#new orleans night 1

[tswiftupdatess]

Taylor acknowledged the giant friendship bracelets outside of the Stadium:

''This tour isn't like anything I've done before. You've created traditions, you've like, created this this mass movement of joy everytime we play a show. And it makes me so proud, it really does. Like, I just showed up one day and you guys were sharing friendship bracelets and I was like, 'that's cool!', and now there's a giant friendship bracelet outside of the Stadium! Which is so nice of them to do for us. But it's even nicer of you guys to create things that went so far beyond from whatever I expected from this Tour.''

(October 25, 2024)

[pinkheart22]

2 possible release / announcements Taylor Swift Albums ??

Taylor Swift could possibly announce something at her shows in New Orleans. If she does her albums usually release 2 months and a few weeks later. eg. Speak Now TV announce 5/5 released 7/7 1989 TV Announce 8/9 released 10/27

Choosing the final date N3 of Oct 27 would be the same day 1989 TV released 1 year ago exact.

2 months and a few weeks later would take us to January. Reputation for New Years day... BUT also the Year of the Snake begins on January 29th 2025

If she announces something on Dec 13 her birthday (although im not sure??? maybe she'd announce something at last shows in Canada last dates being December 8

taking us to February. Still in the newly year of Snake (which is also Taylors Chinese Zodiac Sign)

February is also the 2ND Month. The Black nail was at a 2 on the Karma Cup. In Fortnight she sings "All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless February"

Mondays are 2nd day of the week and February 2nd month

Taylor is All about the 2's right now.

Annnnnd could be 2 album drop.

TODAY BEFORE THE NEW ORLEANS SHOW IS THE ANNIVERSARY OF HER DEBUT ALBUM RELEASE 18 YEARS AGO

posted oct 24 2024

[auroras-and-daydreams]

Caesars Superdome. New Orleans, Louisiana.

[littlebitofhaze13]

Black Dog x Haunted oh my god I can't do this

[everytaylorswiftsongisaboutcats]

A black dog has taken the stage

[missmitchieg]

TS The Eras Tour LIVE New Orleans, Louisiana Night 3!!!

[fearlessandless]

Also some bonus Gracie Abrams memories:

- singing along to Risk as I walked down the stairs and tried to find my seat in the dark because I got back just barely in time for the set

- singing along to Us and hoping to be loud enough for Taylor to hear

- wishing I knew her songs better but the fast clever lyrics I love make it harder to learn them quickly

- I didn't know all the words but someone behind me did and I was So Glad

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[stillgotscars]

TAYLOR SWIFT THE ERAS TOUR - New Orleans Night 1 (October 25, 2024)

[tswiftupdatess]

Taylor Swift wears the same reputation bodysuit for the 4th time at The Eras Tour tonight! (October 25, 2024)

[pinkheart22]

Lover House & "Lost Album"

Did the Lover house hint to the lost album / Karma?

(i don't know if this has been talked about before)

When the Lover music video was released, Folklore & Evermore were not made yet (although who knows with taylor she could have had the idea already) and were made during the pandemic.

when taylor swift climbs the stairs to the Reputation attic, she passes through a closet / wardrobe of what looks to be un-worn yellow outfits.

To get to reputation she'd have to pass through karma

this room only lights up once she passes through it, and dims when she is not in it with different outfits? that have faded in color.

but the basket in the corner makes me think forward to the Karma music video, and Dorothy in the wizard of Oz with her basket. (basket to also keep all her easter eggs haha) While Taylor doesn't have a basket in the video of Karma on the YELLOW brick road, it is associated with Dorothy. Karma could be a fantastical world to Taylor that did / didn't really happen. If Karma is like the land of Oz, and Taylor plays by the books rather than the film, then: According to the Oz books, Oz it is a hidden fairyland cut off from the rest of the world by the Deadly Desert.

so translated, Karma is a hidden album cut off from the rest of the albums.... + there is a briefcase in this room like she had to pack up and leave this album / era.

In the Karma Music Video NEXT to the yellow brick road is what looks to be THE DEADLY DESERT. Anything living that touches it; turns to sand..." or disappears, like the "lost album/karma" And Taylor blows sand on to the 3 reapers.

i believe the 3 reapers represent the 3 characters, Tin Man, Cowardly Lion, and Scarecrow from Oz. But in reaper form they are death.

A character known as the Grim Reaper causes the victim's death by coming to collect that person's soul.

Death to her albums / collecting the souls of her albums / the souls of her...

MAYBE a reference to Harry Potter and creating the Deathly Hallows, or becoming the master of Death.

That requires 3 things created by death: the cloak, the resurrection stone and the wand.

Taylor said in Time Magazine she's collecting her stolen albums like Horcruxes and Infinity Stones.

I dont know, but Taylor may have all 3 things. She wears the cloak in The Bejeweled Music Video, She Has all the Gems on in Bejeweled (the resurection stone / infinty stones ) AND is the WAND her QUILL?

Quill pen songs, and everyone in Harry Potter writes with a quill too.

Fast Forward to 2024. Taylor just played Miami Florida!!! and has 3 yellow posts lined up on her instagram feed.

Taylor is also NOT using the TTPD grey-ish filter on her posts anymore. Have we left the Tortured Poets Department? heading into a new era, of lost album / reputation. OR debutation?

Taylors been hinting at a lot of 2's lately. At her recent Miami concerts starting on NIGHT 2 she started playing Behind The Scenes footage never seen before from Karma, Bejeweled, I Can See You and Fortnight music videos. The first 3 being based around her recovering her stolen albums and Fortnight being the definition of 2 weeks. + In the song Fortnight she mentions "Til' nobody noticed my new aesthetic" her NEW aesthetic now, being she isn't using the TTPD photo grey-ish filter on her front cover photos on instagram? They are VERY colorful

(2 Albums, although could be Debut / Rep being the final to reclaim/ a debutation album drop, cause of them playing on night 1, pictures of taylor in her Taylor Swift (debut) era and baby Fearless era)

OR COULD reputation VAULT tracks be the link to the supposed karma / lost album. In her Time Magazine article she says the reputation vault tracks will be FIRE. The color of FIRE is Yellow/Orange.

****NOTE**** Taylor liked a post a while back where a fan called the stair case folkmore and the closet evermore, and maybe she's changed the thought behind the rooms since then? but during lover era, there was no folkmore or evermore.

posted oct 24 2024

@taylorswift

@taylornation

[auroras-and-daydreams]

Taylor definitely did not get the memo that I could not get tickets for Nola 1 because she just played the most me coded surprise song o'clock ever.

[gracieabrams]

New Orleans night 1 wtf

[everytaylorswiftsongisaboutcats]

NEW SURPRISE SONG DRESS

I vote for the name idea I just had aka Goldfish (another long pond friend for our fav Beta bb)

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

No one mourns the wicked

Synopsis: No one mourns the wicked except it’s Alastor and his loving wife after he dies and the people realize he was in fact the killer terrorizing New Orleans

A/n: i was listening to this song after watching the movie and it kind of reminded me of multiple characters, one of them being Alastor, so here we are :)

Warnings: timeline tweaked to fit the storyline, Major character death, grief, obsession, dark themes, implied past violence, mourning, religious elements

Navigation

The bells tolled for Alastor.

The sound rang out over New Orleans, a slow, deliberate chime that echoed off the cobblestone streets and wrought-iron balconies. A funeral procession wound its way through the city, black-clad mourners moving with somber grace, their eyes cast downward—though not for grief.

There was no grief.

Only fear.

Alastor, beloved radio host, lively entertainer, and charming presence in every parlor and ballroom, was dead. But the man the city had adored was not the man they had buried.

The real Alastor—the one with blood on his hands and a smile on his lips—had been unmasked at last.

And now, no one mourned the wicked man.

No one except her.

She stood apart from the rest, a lone figure swathed in black lace, her veil obscuring the grief-stricken expression beneath.

His wife.

The word felt hollow now, as though spoken from another lifetime. What was she now, if not the wife of the man they cursed? The whispers had already begun—how could she not have known? How could she have laid beside a man with the devil’s grin and never seen the hellfire in his eyes?

But she had known.

She had known from the very beginning.

She had met Alastor on a summer evening when the air was thick with the scent of magnolias and the sound of jazz curled through the streets like smoke. He had been charming, so very charming, his voice warm like the whiskey he poured her, his laughter infectious.

She had loved him immediately.

Perhaps that had been her first sin.

He had taken her hand and led her into a world no other woman dared enter. His world—one of secrets and shadows, where the missing never returned and the wicked were punished not by law, but by him.

It had frightened her.

And yet, she had stayed.

That had been her second sin.

And now, she committed her last: grieving a man the world had condemned.

The funeral was held in St. Louis Cemetery No. 1, beneath a sky choked with heavy clouds, as though even the heavens refused to shine upon the dead man’s final resting place.

The priest spoke in measured tones, his voice a thin veil of piety stretched over the weight of judgment beneath. There were no kind words, no lamentations for a life lost too soon—only the murmured prayers of a man who feared for his own soul in speaking them.

She knelt at the grave as they lowered him down, her hands clenched in the folds of her dress. Her breath hitched, but she would not cry.

Alastor had never liked tears.

That night, the city rejoiced.

The terror was gone, the Monster of New Orleans put to rest at last. Music poured into the streets, the living celebrating while the dead turned in their graves.

She sat alone in their home, the ghost of his laughter still lingering in the walls, in the floorboards that creaked beneath her as she walked. The gramophone sat silent, its usual melody absent.

She could not bear to play it without him.

She could still hear them outside—people whispering his name, cursing it, spitting it into the dirt.

Had none of them loved him? Had none of them seen the brilliance in him, the fire that burned so hot it could only consume?

No.

Only she had seen.

And now, she was alone in her mourning.

The city moved on quickly, as cities often did. Another scandal would come, another name would replace his in the papers. Soon, he would be nothing more than a ghost story, a hushed warning spoken to children who strayed too far after dark.

But she would not forget.

She could not.

Late at night, when the streets fell silent and the candlelight cast long shadows against the walls, she swore she could still feel him.

She would wake to the phantom press of fingers against her wrist, the faintest trace of a breath against her ear. The scent of cigar smoke lingered when she had not lit one. The record player clicked on in the dead of night, playing a tune she had long since stopped hearing.

He was still here.

And oh, how she wished he wasn’t.

Because if he was here—if his soul still roamed these halls—then he had not found peace.

And she could not bear the thought of him suffering, not even in death.

The knocking began three nights after the funeral.

At first, she thought it was the wind, rattling the shutters in its restless wail. But then she heard it again—sharp, deliberate.

Three knocks.

Like a gentleman at a parlor door.

Like a husband returning home.

She hesitated only a moment before crossing the room, hands trembling as she reached for the handle. The air was thick with something unspoken, the kind of quiet that sat heavy in the chest.

She opened the door.

Nothing.

Only the dark, stretching out before her in endless silence.

And yet, as she closed the door, she swore she heard it—

The low, familiar hum of a tune.

A tune only he would sing.

It continued.

The soft shuffle of feet behind her when no one was there. The sudden flicker of candlelight when the air was still. The radio tuning itself to static, then settling on a voice she had not heard in days.

His voice.

“Did you really think I’d leave you all alone, my darling?”

She gasped, the breath stolen from her lungs as cold fingers brushed her cheek.

Not a trick of the mind.

Not a dream.

He was here.

He was with her.

She pressed a hand to her lips, a sob choking its way free. “Alastor?”

His laugh curled around her, warm as the summer nights they had once shared. “Who else would it be, dearest?”

She shuddered. “You—”

“I know.” His voice was teasing, affectionate. “A terrible shame, isn’t it? I had such plans for us. And now look—stuck haunting my own home! How embarrassing.”

She swallowed thickly. “Are you… are you in pain?”

A pause.

Then, softer, “No, my love.”

She exhaled, her body sagging with relief.

If he was still here, still him, then perhaps there was justice yet.

Perhaps the city had not won.

She no longer feared the voices outside, the ones that spat curses at his name.

Let them speak.

Let them call him monster, murderer, devil.

He had been all those things, and more.

And yet, he had loved her.

Was that not proof enough of his humanity?

So she loved him still.

Even in death.

Even in whispers.

Even as she sat alone, her fingers tracing the cool wooden surface of his coffin, her lips parting to hum the song he had so often sung.

The melody drifted through the house, carried by the wind, by the dark, by the presence that lingered just beyond sight.

And somewhere, just behind her ear—

A voice joined in.

Laughing. Loving. Hers.

Always.