#shawn mendes aftertaste

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Life Of The Party • Stitches • Never Be Alone • Kid In Love • I Dont Even Know Your Name • Something Big • Strings • Aftertaste • Air • Crazy • A Little Too Much • This Is What It Takes • I Know What You Did Last Summer

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[hidiustd]

27.05.2021 — finals season

i had only one important assignment to do - a test on marketing services. i still have to do the practical part and the last exam and i will be able to find out the result. it really annoys me that i can't see my grades in some subjects because teachers don't put them up during the course, but only at the end.

spent a lot of time outdoors, it was necessary as my eyes hurt because of the screens (i hate the feeling sooooo much, take care of your health folks)

so here is photo of daisies instead of photos of notes :)

🎵: aftertaste — shawn mendes

[ianismyepiclove]

They just share an apartment — not feelings, not a road, not a life.

Theo drowns out his daily dull longing for Tracy with nicotine smoke, which after the third glass does not appear in rings, but takes on her image, and even says with ephemeral lips like: «I will forgive you someday, but not now». And Raeken no longer tries to catch, crush, touch little Tracy, as he did in the first weeks after her death, when his claws under her, Stewart, ribs found a soft heart, beating, warm, and immediately tore it to shreds, like an old rag. In front of Theo, more and more often, instead of dark hair, shows a red mist, Martin’s half-smile, glittering, doesn’t stop.

And Lydia never tries to stop him or reason with him; her keys jingle in the hallway with the same frequency that Theo throws himself with white dust and in his delirium calls her by someone else’s name, but tenderly, affectionately — Lydia tries not to answer him, not to fuel stupid pity for him. Martin is more likely to be passing through than permanently stays; she comes, leaves and returns again closer to dawn, always with the annoyingly pungent smell of Hale's perfume on her signature cloak — here Theo no longer asks about anything; they’re even.

Well, this symbiosis is quite simple, neither of them rubs the other’s nose into the shit in which they are both up to their necks. Some people just have cigarettes with a bitter aftertaste of guilt and ghosts walking around the room with a hole in their chest, while others have a crazy pocketish Peter Hale.

«no one chooses their own habits»

[sserajeans]

WAIT SAME 😭 IM ON MY 2014-2016 PLAYLIST

RIGHTTT THE WHOLE HANDWRITTEN ALBUM IS SO 🤞🤞 this is another personal fav but it's generally such a no skip ☹️❤️

[questfriendspodcast]

Great!

I suggest:

• Messing With the Best -by Miracle of Sound

• Entropy -by Awkward Marina

• No Promises -by Shawn Mendes

• Aftertaste -by Shawn Mendes

• Bored -by Talia Mar

For Lorraine’s playlist

(Also maybe:

• Play With Fire -by Nico Santos, but that one could be applicable to Hop’s playlist too?)

(Also also "Aftertaste" and "Bored" are pretty much perfect for her in my opinion-)

KYLE Who Made those I don’t have Spotify so it wasn’t me

ARI It was me I can add these hang on This is Lorraine’s playlist

ARI I don’t have a hop playlist I didn’t make one to not impose on Hallie So Lorraine has Hopper And Lorraine songs That’s why I have a math song here And “Sera” And “ballad of the lonesome cowboy” Hallie made Hopper’s playlist so I will add songs to the Lorraine playlist HALLIE I have a hop playlist and there are 0 Lorraine songs on it Except for Wonderwall And Almost Lover Okay I have a Hop playlist

[glossedchaos]

truth is that no one can replace me

i’m permanent, you can’t erase me

[deesi-academia]

THIS WILL BE SO FUN OKAY LETS GO

Devil is a woman - cloudy june

Ek ajnabee haseena se - kishore kumar

Evermore - taylor swift

Swim - chase atlantic

Ilahi - arijit singh

Afterglow - taylor swift

Cruel summer - taylor swift

Aftertaste - shawn mendes

Diet mountain dew - lana del rey

End game - taylor swift and ed sheeran

Mercy - shawn mendes

I knew you were trouble - taylor swift

Anti hero - taylor swift

Tags: @geekytango @scribblersobia @shanti-ashant-hai @shyamsakhii @pubwegf @dilli-vali-girlfriend @thestreetsofloev @irisesforyoureyes @eugenephosgene @caffeinatedsupernova @a-really-hot-caterpillar @gambhirsamosa @kabhi--kabhi-aditi @/join in guys

i was tagged by @crit20lesbian!

rules:

1. spell your url with song titles

2. tag as many people as the letters

hermit the frog - marina

our love is god - heathers the musical

pocket scheme - brook pridemore

electric love - børns

feeling good - nina simone

under pressure - queen

loves grows (where my rosemary goes) - edison lighthouse

love, me normally - will wood

your body, my temple - will wood (again)

a loving feeling - mitski

be nice to me - the front bottoms

alien blues - vunderbar

bad wine and lemon cake - the jane austen argument

elise - the greeting committee

14 people here we go:

@solareidolon @cherry-pie-bi @trashpremiium @hyperfixationsonlybabes @enby-catgirl @purplexiasphinx @mcwebby @milomeepit @amateur-artist

ok turns out i only had nine people to tag

[daisychains4]

Strings (3/16)

Chapter 3: Aftertaste (Masterlist)

Warnings: None

Note: Italics are song lyrics

AN: This is the Shawn Mendes x reader AU teenage heartbreak story you didn’t know you needed.

Your mum hadn’t just moved you away from Shawn’s neighborhood; she’d dragged you across the country to Edmonton. She deactivated your phone number and deleted all of your social media accounts. She would do everything in her power to keep you and Shawn apart and prevent you from repeating her own mistakes.

You were beside yourself. You were cut off from the love of your life, your friends, your school, all just weeks before the start of your senior year. Your mum was keeping you on lockdown, never letting you out of her sight. She made you go with her to work in her new office where she’d just transferred from Pickering. She stayed home with you every night and weekend.

All you thought about was Shawn, and the look on his face when you saw him for the last time.

Re—rewind Friday night

Never forget it

How you let me go.

No more lies, I'll be fine.

I know where I'm headed;

Probably should've known.

You were angry at your mother, but could only imagine how angry Shawn must have been with you. You’d left him behind without a word or a clue as to where you had gone. You told yourself he would never forgive you, even if you came back home.

And now you're gonna say, "Pretty, please forgive me."

Fool me once, told you twice you're gonna regret it,

Now you're all alone, yeah.

Turns out that no one can replace me.

I'm permanent, you can't erase me.

I'll help you remember me,

One more kiss is all it takes.

I'll leave you with the memory,

And the aftertaste.

The bitter silence that pervaded the (Y/LN) house was suffocating. Both mother and daughter spoke little; your anger spoke volumes.

After two weeks in Edmonton, your mum had finally had enough. She sat across from you at the small kitchen table watching you push your food around on your plate without taking any bites.

“Oh, (Y/N), enough of this. It’s time to move on.”

You glared up at your mother. You didn’t have the energy to yell anymore.

“We did the right thing by coming here. You’ll see—”

“We did the right thing? I didn’t do anything. You dragged me across the country.”

“It’s for your own good, (Y/N). You can’t see this now, but he would’ve ruined your life—”

“No, Mum, you’ve done that. He made life bearable. You make it a living Hell!”

You stormed from the kitchen and burst into your room, slamming the door behind you. You kicked aside the boxes of your things that you hadn’t bothered unpacking and threw yourself onto your bed, sobbing.

Close your eyes, you can't hide,

Try to forget me,

But I'm everywhere.

I'm the smell on your sheets.

You weren't ready

When you left me there.

You cried into your pillow, and swore you could still smell the faint remnants of Shawn’s cologne. You thought about your birthday — how had it only been two weeks ago that you’d been the happiest you’ve ever been?

Before you started dating Shawn, life with your mum was barely tolerable. Shawn was supportive of you where your mum had never been. She only cared about your grades, which you always worked hard on to keep your mum happy. But your passion was dance.

You took her first dance class when you were five, and fell in love immediately. You loved all of it — every style, from ballet to modern to hip hop. You loved the way you felt when you moved, and felt you could express yourself better dancing than you ever could with words.

Your mum hardly took the time to participate in your dance life, but Shawn was always there. He came to your recitals and competitions, and loved driving you to auditions, master classes, and conventions. You had found the biggest supporter in Shawn, and you never felt better dancing than when Shawn was cheering you on from the audience.

And you had left him behind.

And now you're gonna say, "Pretty, please forgive me." Yeah —

Bet it hurts, it gets worse,

You know nobody said it would be fair, oh.

Turns out that no one can replace me.

I'm permanent, you can't erase me.

I'll help you remember me,

One more kiss is all it takes.

I'll leave you with the memory,

And the aftertaste.

You thought back to the torturous drive from Pickering to Edmonton. You had stared out the passenger window while your mum hurled hateful remarks at you, blaming you for uprooting your family. She called you careless, and many worse things. She said that your promiscuity was what got you in this position, and that if you hadn’t been so foolish you could have stayed in Pickering. She accused you of throwing your entire life away for a silly boy who would have left you anyway.

You did your best not to cry — you were losing the love of your life and beginning to believe that it was, in fact, all your fault.

And now there's something in your way

'Cause you threw it all to waste

And you wonder if you could take back what you did that day

And it hurts, 'cause...

Turns out that no one can replace me.

I'm permanent, you can't erase me.

I'll help you remember me,

One more kiss is all it takes.

I'll leave you with the memory,

And the aftertaste.

Two weeks later, you found yourself walking aimlessly through Edmonton. It was the first time your mum had let you out of the house alone since you’d moved. You didn’t know where you were going, you just knew you couldn’t spend another minute suffocating in the tiny house your mum had rented.

After what felt like hours of walking without getting anywhere, a small corner building caught your eye. The building had windows on two sides, and you could see dancers, a young man and woman, inside a studio. You watched them turn and leap across the floor. In your head, you pictured the rise and fall of music you couldn’t hear, slow and soft in quiet movements, reaching a crescendo every time a dancer leapt off the floor. You could feel your muscles hum as you watched the intricate dance unfold.

You didn’t know how long you stood there watching the dancers, but it was long enough to catch the eye of someone inside. You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the older Latina woman walk up to stand beside you.

“Can I help you?” the woman asked gently.

You jumped. “I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed. “I was just— the dance. It’s a beautiful piece.”

The woman’s eyebrow arched interestedly. “What do you think it’s about?”

“I think it’s about a love that can’t let go,” you answered thoughtfully.

“What do you mean?”

“Well. You can feel the love between them. The way they move together tells me that they know each other. It looks like they can anticipate each other’s movements. But then, they break apart - something is coming between them. I can see the pain on their faces when she jetés away from him just there. She doesn’t want to go, but something is pulling her away. And you can see that even though you know they won’t work out, somehow you can feel this is really the end for them, and they know it too, but they can’t seem to stay away from each other, not really. Like a magnet is pulling them toward each other - but when they get just close enough to touch again, they can’t. Like when you try to force the north poles of a magnet together. You can feel the attraction between them, but no matter how close they get, they can’t come together,” you gushed breathlessly.

“You see all of that,” the woman asked, surprised. She looked at the dancers critically. “Something’s not working. I can’t quite put my finger on what it is. What do you think?”

You hesitated. Even though the woman had just invited your criticism, you didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

The woman seemed to sense your trepidation. “Don’t worry, I can take it,” she smiled.

“Well… the part in the middle, when they’ve begun separating, their movement is too out of synch. It’s clear they still want to be together, so I wonder if some parallel movement between them might make the transition to the end smoother. And the end, of course, is too abrupt. Just because they’re breaking up, doesn’t mean it’s just over for both of them. Breakups aren’t like that. The pain will follow them, even when the dance is over. That doesn’t translate in the ending.”

The woman turned to you, clearly impressed with your critique. You smiled sheepishly. The woman stuck out her hand. “Tori Nguyen,” she said.

“I’m (Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/LN),” you replied. “It’s nice to meet you. Is this your studio?”

“It is. You must dance. Do you take somewhere around here?”

“I do. Or I guess I did. I just moved here from Pickering, near Toronto. I’m not dancing now.”

Tori studied you. “Can you come by tomorrow? I want to see what you can do.”

“Oh, well,” you stammered. “I don’t know if I can. I can’t pay for—”

Tori put a hand up to stop you. “Just come by. I bet we can work something out.”

“Ok,” you agreed, smiling - a real, genuinely happy smile - for the first time since you saw Shawn. You thought of him again as you turned away from the studio and made your way back home.

Truth is that no one can replace me.

I'm permanent, you can't erase me.

I'll help you remember me,

One more kiss is all it takes.

I'll leave you with the memory,

And the aftertaste.

And the aftertaste.

[wearesodramatic]

[shawnmendeslatinamerica]

A DAY LIKE TODAY BUT 6 YEARS AGO SHAWN MENDES RELEASED THE MV FOR AFTERTASTE !!

“It was written to be an empowering song about being broken up with and getting back up. It’s about that somewhat passionate, angry feeling you get when you realize you don't need the person anymore and getting over it.”

Shawn about Aftertaste (MTV)

[celeste-tyrrell]

youtube music doesn't have an 'on repeat' playlist, so these are from my normal favourite songs playlist

1. dirty night clowns - chris garneau

2. roses - the chainsmokers

3. ivanushka - lemon demon

4. don't make me - malinda

5. aftertaste - shawn mendes

6. ramblings of a lunatic - bears in trees

7. it's my party - lesley gore

8. pierre - ryn weaver

9. jackpot - thefatrat

10. youth - shawn mendes

Shuffle your 'on repeat' playlist and post the first 10 tracks!

Tagged by @checkeredmice, thank you very much :] Tagging whoever wants to do it, as usually

This Could Build Us a Home - The Garden

Into Those Woods - Bragolin

Touched - Vast

TURN IT OFFFF - emily jeffri

100Punk - Shutups

Maybe - Flower Face

Monday - Torul

Me and the Devil - Soap&Skin

goods - iamamiwhoami

Francis - Haley Heynderickx

[smallerinfinities]

no one: 

absolutely no one:

me: TRUTH IS THAT NO ONE CAN REPLACE ME 

[meandthesecretdoor]

Nunca olvidaré como me dejaste ir. Estaré bien, sé a donde voy. Me engañaste una vez, te dije que si lo hacías dos veces te arrepentirías, ahora estas solo. Cierra tus ojos, e intenta olvidarme, pero estoy en todos lados. Ahora sabes que nadie puede reemplazarme. Soy permanente, no puedes borrarme, espero que sepas, que solo bastaría de un beso, pero te dejo con la memoria del sabor.

[jjmaebank]

👽

You were riding shotgun as JJ drived so you decided to put on some Shawn Mendes.

“Ew Lex, turn this crap off,” JJ complained, trying to snatch the phone out of ur hand whilst keeping his eyes on the road, “his songs fucking suck.”

“JJ Maybank! For that we’ll be listening to his whole album,” you gasped sarcastically, tormenting the poor boy, he was in for a long road trip.

[make-me-feel-wanted1]

TURNS OUT THAT NO ONE CAN REPLACE ME! IM PERMANENT YOU CANT ERASE ME!