#song: out of the woods

[themoon-andtosaturn]

paris n2

[tayfabe75]

"That was another song that I feel sounds exactly like that emotion - that frantic anxiety of wondering if you're on solid ground yet. And I wrote that about a time in my life where I was in a relationship that just kind of - I was always kind of wondering, 'Where do we stand? Where do we stand?' I mean, I think that song kind of celebrates the fact that all relationships, of any kind, can enrich your life - even if it's full of anxiety, even if it ends, even if you don't know where you stand, even if the floor could drop out from under you two steps ahead of you. I think that song really kind of celebrates the fact that, even if there is that constant question mark, it can still be something exciting, and still something you're willing to go through."

2014: Taylor discusses the anxiety of her song, 'Out of the Woods', and how even fragile or temporary relationships can still enrich you. (source)

[lycanlovebites]

✧ bloodlust ✧

I'm starving, darling//Let me put my lips to something//Let me wrap my teeth around the world

[edit: thanks to all the love on this piece (which was just the WIP until now) I finally got the motivation to finish this after two months! Thank you to anyone who enjoys this for giving me the strength to finish this]

[some-pers0n]

Whenever I see people call ICIMI boring or the worst album this image flashes in my mind

[breakbleheavens]

TAYLOR SWIFT and GRACIE ABRAMS perform OUT OF THE WOODS The Eras Tour — Toronto, Canada (Night 3) | November 16, 2024

[ididsomethingbadly]

Full video of "Is It Over Now?" and "Out of the Woods" mashup (credit to modojuanchi's IG live)

[flovoid]

[mooseylu]

Happy holidays fiddauthor nation!!

[thewizzardwithin]

images I took of Will Wood sitting™ from when he showed a screening in my city

[andichoseyou]

The Eras Tour surprise songs parallels

June 23, 2024—London, England: Out of the Woods / Is It Over Now? / Clean (mashup)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

One last devastating blow

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[tayfabe75]

"I try not to go into too much detail with it because I think that, with that part of the song, that was just something that happened in my life, and I think that, honestly, I think I put that in there because people think they know the exact narrative of the way my life has gone. And they think that everybody who reports something is telling the truth, every 'source' is a real friend close to me. When truly, the reason most of the things in the media that are written about me aren't true is because none of my real friends would ever talk to the press. And if you go through something, like an actual life-changing event, and nobody reports it to the press, people think it didn't happen. But the truth is - most people are good, most people are trustworthy, most people are professional. And you only get this handful of very loud people who are very gossip-centric."

2014: Taylor is asked for clarification on the "snowmobile incident" that is seemingly referenced in her song, 'Out of the Woods'. (source)

[marlynnofmany]

Fools, Fauna, and Music Appreciation

“I don’t like this place,” Paint said over the wind. “I feel like the bushes are yelling at me.”

 “Are they?” I asked from my position at the other hoversled. The blueish shrubs on either side of the footpath were making a staticky kind of rustling, but I’d assumed that was just the leaves brushing together.

 “It’s fauna,” said Blip, pushing my sled.

 “Small fauna,” added Blop, pushing the other.

 “Bugs in the bushes, then,” I said. “Makes sense. As long as they’re not yelling because they’re going to jump out at us.”

 Paint scrutinized the bushes as we passed, her lizardy face intent. “I’d like to think that there would be a warning at the spaceport about that.”

 “Probably,” Blip said.

 “Probably,” Blop agreed. “Though this site is pretty new.”

 “I saw at least two roving safety patrols,” I pointed out. “I think they’d notice if there was that kind of hazard right outside.”

 “Probably.”

 “Probably.”

 Paint was still looking around. “I got the impression that they were searching for something.”

 “Well, it probably wasn’t the yelling bushes,” I said. A corner was coming up, so I steered us a little closer to the center of the path. Bugs or no bugs, I didn’t want to end up in the shrubbery. The sleds were full of expensive batteries (airbus size), and neither delays nor a coating of alien cicadas would have reflected well on us.

 “The yelling just sounds so hostile,” Paint insisted.

 “I guess,” I said. “It kind of reminds me of the crowd at a rock concert.”

 “A what concert?” asked Paint.

 At the same time, Blip asked, “Your rocks sing?”

 “No, that’s just the name for a kind of music,” I explained.

 Blip asked, “One made with rocks for percussion?”

 “No, it’s — I don’t think that translates well,” I said. “I probably used the wrong word. In my original language, we use the same word for the hard things from the ground as for the side-to-side motion.” I tried to rock back and forth while I walked.

 Paint cocked her head. “So, swaying music, not stone music?”

 “Eh, kind of? Swaying sounds too calm. This is loud and fast.”

 Blip nodded. “Like beating rocks together.”

 “Sure. Like that. Though nobody does that to my knowledge,” I said. “But it could make for an interesting background rhythm if someone wanted to try.”

 It was at that point that we rounded the corner, and discovered what the safety patrols had been looking for.

 Two honest-to-goodness bandits on horseback.

 One pointed an energy sword at us, his blue frills flapping in the wind. “Step away from the goods, and we’ll let you live.”

 The other one was silent, aiming a vibro-knife at Paint. It looked like the kind that could launch and regrow the blades a few times. Paint was already retreating, not wanting to find out how many blades were left.

 I stepped back too, but Blip and Blop weren’t eager to admit defeat. They shoved the sleds aside and stomped forward, yelling and flaring both frills and muscles. Their outfits today were the tight-fitting kind, so those muscles were easy to see. The clothes offered zero protection from blades, though. That didn’t stop them.

 “Cowards, trying to be tall! Using little food-toasters instead of fists!”

 “Weaklings! That’s no way to fight!”

 It wasn’t really working, since the bandits were simply holding their ground and shouting back. Nobody had launched any blades, though. Maybe the weapons were just for show. But that sword looked dangerous enough.

 I scrambled for ideas, moving out of stabbing range. There were no rocks on the ground for throwing, and no easily grabbed branches in the shrubs. A handful of whatever alien bugs were making the noise might have startled the bandits or their mounts, but I wasn’t about to go digging for those.

 The mounts, though. They looked uneasy. They weren’t Earth-style horses at a second glance, though the similarities were there. Brown, four legs (paws, not hooves), and long heads with eyes on the side in classic prey animal fashion. The way they were turning their heads to keep Blip and Blop in view, flinching at abrupt motions, told me that they might be the weak link in this hold-up.

 I crouched behind the hoversled, thinking furiously while Blip taunted the one with the sword. Paint was whispering urgently into her communicator. I didn’t expect those safety patrols to get here quickly enough, but it was worth a shot. In the meantime, I’d just had a brilliant idea.

 My hair had been getting pretty long, and I kept it tied back in my usual braid. I undid that now, finger-combing it loose and flowing, and tucking the hair ties into my pocket.

 Then I dashed forward to where the horses could see me, and headbanged for all I was worth.

 The alien horses reared and stumbled back, dumping their riders in what was probably a glorious sight to see. I was busy whipping my head back and forth, so I had to imagine it. When the horses thundered off down the path, I stopped.

 Yup, there were the two failed bandits, groaning in the dirt and getting their weapons kicked out of their hands none too gently. The sword guy had already dropped his, but Blip kicked him anyway. Then she picked up the hilt, made sure the energy blade was turned off, and kicked him again for good measure.

 Blop claimed the vibro-knife. “This doesn’t even launch. You absolute failfish.”

 Paint called over the sleds, “Is it safe?”

 “Sure is!” Blip told her. “These idiots are going to stay very still, right?” 

 Two pained groans were answer enough.

 “Great; the safety crew are on their way.”

 I put a fist in the air, and my other hand on my neck, which was already sore. “Woo! Go team!”

 “Nice work with the animals,” Blip told me. “I did not know your head fur could do that.”

 “Right??” Blop added. “That’s a threat display I’ve never seen before.”

 “Not a threat,” I said, fishing out a hair tie. “Music appreciation.”

 “What?”

 “From those rock concerts.”

 The Frillians exchanged looks. “Of course it is.”

 I made a ponytail, then began braiding it. “Some music is meant to be appreciated quietly, and some with vigor. See, even the bushes are cheering.”

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[chloe-or-sam-or-sophia-or-marcus]

𖦹 "Come here," I whispered in your ear ｡ in your dream as you passed out, baby ⭐︎ ° was it over then?? ⋆ ✴︎˚ ✴︎ and is it over now??? ｡ ⋆ ᯓ★ Remember when you hit the brakes too soon? twenty stitches in the hospital room, ｡𖦹°‧ ⭐︎ When you started crying, baby, I did too 𖦹 but when the sun came up, ° . ⭐︎ I was looking at youᝰ.ᐟ ✴︎

Performed at The Eras Tour | Paris N2

[itsnotjustgibberish]

The day is almost here!

…Hey that’s not Neil

[carolinatsversion]

Out of the Woods - Taylor Swift