#spending my last coin so someone will tell me IT'LL BE OKAY

[leos-spot]

Please, I've been on my knees, change the prophecy. Don't want money, just someone who wants

✨ MY COMPANY ✨

[opalsiren]

the prophecy is literally sooooo rude

[youreonyourownkid]

and i sound like an infant feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen a greater woman stays cool but i howl like a wolf at the moon and i look unstable gathered with a coven 'round a sorceress' table a greater woman has faith but even statues crumble if they're made to wait i'm so afraid i sealed my fate no sign of soulmates i'm just a paperweight in shades of greige spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay

[justanapparatus]

hand on the throttle, thought I caught lightning in a bottle. nothing good starts in a getaway car. oh, but it's gone again. don't read the last page. please I've been on my knees change the prophecy. please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere. I tried searching faces on streets, what are the chances you'd be downtown, downtown, downtown. no sign of soulmates. isn't it just so pretty to think that all along their was some invisible string. now I know I'm never gonna love again. and i know i'll pay for it. spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay. who do I have to speak to to change the prophecy? I'm sorry, the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now.

[damndorothea]

"spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay" -> past me, i wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things, your nemesis will defeat themselves before you get the chance to swing

[noweakergirl]

spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay

part 2 in my Hilda Furacão series of edits (1)

screenshot credits: x and x

[micamoon]

I'm so afraid I sealed my fate No sign of soulmates I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay

The Prophecy- Taylor Swift

Venus x Kunzite están en mi top de parejas favoritas de Sailor Moon.

[taylortruther]

and it hits me, i just don't understand how you don't miss me / but i still don't know, how did it end? / spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay / oh, it was sinking in / was it hazing for a cruel fraternity? i pledged and i still mean it / it's happening again / please, i've been on my knees, change the prophecy

[taylor-swift-bracket]

Battle Of The Bridges: Round 3!

How Did It End?

Say it once again with feeling

How the death rattle breathing

Silenced as the soul was leaving

The deflation of our dreaming

Leaving me bereft and reeling

My beloved ghost and me

Sitting in a tree

D-Y-I-N-G

The Prophecy

And I sound like an infant

Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen

A greater woman stays cool

But I howl like a wolf at the moon

And I look unstable

Gathered with a coven 'round a sorceress' table

A greater woman has faith

But even statues crumble if they're made to wait

I'm so afraid I sealed my fate

No sign of soulmates

I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige

Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

Were you writin' a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy?

In fifty years, will all this be declassified?

And you'll confess why you did it and I'll say, "Good riddance"

'Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden

I would've died for your sins, instead, I just died inside

And you deserve prison, but you won't get time

You'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bars

You crashed my party and your rental car

You said normal girls were boring

But you were gone by the morning

You kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing

[treacherous]

And I sound like an infant, feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen A greater woman stays cool but I howl like a wolf at the moon And I look unstable, gathered with a coven 'round a sorceress' table A greater woman has faith, but even statues crumble if they're made to wait I'm so afraid I sealed my fate, no sign of soulmates I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay

[the7wivesofrh]

No sign of soulmates

I'm just a paperweight,

in shades of greige

Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay

[mcyt-parodies]

prophecy from taylor is so smallidarity lim life coded...love ur parodies btw

Isn’t it! As soon as I heard the song I put it on my Smallidarity playlist which will soon be on my other mcyt side blog for playlists (self promo)! This basically wrote itself but here we are! I absolutely adore the way it came out. I’m also so glad you’ve liked my other stuff! It’s a rediscovered hobby of mine so if I can make people other than myself happy with these, then that’s all the better! (Smallidarity is everything to me btw, my number two favourite ship)

The Prophecy (Canary Curse): A Smallidarity Take, sung by Joel

One, two, one, two, three, twenty four

Hand on the throttle

Thought I caught lightning in a bottle

Oh, but it's gone again

And it was written

He was cursed like Eve got bitten

Oh, was it punishment?

Pad around when I get home

I guess a lesser man would've lost hope

A greater man wouldn't beg

But I looked to the sky and said

"Please

I've been on my knees

Change the prophecy

Don't want anything

Just someone who wants my company

Let it once be me

Who do I have to speak to

About if they can redo the canary curse?"

Cards on the table

Mine play out like fools in a fable

Oh, it was sinking in (Sinking in, oh)

Slow is the quicksand

Poison blood from the wound of the canary

Oh, still I dream of him

Please

I've been on my knees

Change the prophecy

Don't want anything

Just someone who wants my company

Let it once be me

Who do I have to speak to

About if they can redo the canary curse?

And I sound like an infant

Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen

A greater man stays cool

But I howl like a wolf at the moon

And I look unstable

Gathered with my boy on a bridge unstable

A greater man has faith

But even statues crumble if they're made to wait

I'm so afraid, he sealed his fate

No sign of soulmates

I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige

Spending my last coin so I can tell him it'll be okay

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Please

I've been on my knees

Change the prophecy

Don't want anything

Just someone who wants my company

Let it once be me

Who do I have to speak to

About if they can redo the canary curse?

Who do I have to speak to

To change the canary curse?

Hand on the throttle

Thought I caught lightning in a bottle

Oh, but it's gone again

Pad around when I get home

I guess a lesser man would've lost hope

A greater man wouldn't beg

But I looked to the sky and said ("Please")

[violetasteracademic]

Still at it- TTPDxElriel

Okay, yes, Guilty as Sin. But THE PROPHECY?! I'm actually foaming at the mouth over this one. Can we please speak to the manager of the Cauldron!?

Change the prophecy Don't want money Just someone who wants my company Let it once be me Who do I have to speak to About if they can redo the prophecy?

Cards on thе table Mine play out like fools in a fablе Oh, it was sinking in (sinking in, oh) Slow is the quicksand Poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand Oh, still I dream of him

A greater woman has faith But even statues crumble if they're made to wait I'm so afraid I sealed my fate No sign of soulmates I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay

I've been on my knees Change the prophecy Don't want money Just someone who wants my company Let it once be me Who do I have to speak to About if they can redo the prophecy?

Who do I have to speak to To change the prophecy?

Okay I'm done. What a day, guys. I hope we all had fun out there!

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift (Part IV)

I LOOK IN PEOPLE'S WINDOWS

I had died the tiniest death.

I spied the catch in your breath.

I'm afflicted by the not knowing.

I look in people's windows.

They have their friends over to drink nice wine.

I look in people's windows in case you're at their table.

What if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?

I still ponder what it meant.

I triеd searching faces on streets.

What are the chances you'd be downtown?

Does it feel alright to not know me?

I'm addicted to the "if only".

I look in people's windows like I'm some deranged weirdo.

THE PROPHECY

It's gone again.

I got cursed like Eve got bitten.

Was it punishment?

I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope.

A greater woman wouldn't beg.

I've been on my knees.

Change the prophecy.

Don't want money, just someone who wants my company,

Let it once be me.

Who do I have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?

Still I dream of him.

I sound like an infant.

A greater woman stays cool.

I howl like a wolf at the moon.

I look unstable.

Gathered with a coven 'round a sorceress' table.

A greater woman has faith.

Even statues crumble if they're made to wait.

I'm so afraid I sealed my fate.

Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay.

CASSANDRA

That's where I was when I got the call.

In the streets, there's a raging riot.

Burn the bitch.

When the truth comes out, it's quiet.

They killed *Name* first 'cause she feared the worst

They filled my cell with snakes.

Do you believe me now?

I was in my tower weaving nightmares.

What doesn't kill you makes you aware.

What happens if it becomes who you are?

They set my life in flames.

They knew the whole time that I was onto something.

The family, the pure greed, the Christian chorus line.

They all said nothing.

Blood's thick but nothing like a payroll.

Bet they never spared a prayer for my soul.

You can mark my words that I said it first.

In the morning warning, no one heard.

That's where I was when I lost it all.

I was onto something.

Not a single word was heard.

PETER

My lost fearless leader.

Is it something I did?

The goddess of timing once found us beguiling.

She said she was trying.

Was she lying?

I didn't wanna come down.

I thought it was just goodbye for now.

You said you were gonna grow up.

Are you still a mind reader?

I've heard great things.

Life was always easier on you than it was on me.

Sometimes it gets me.

We both did the best we could do.

I didn't wanna hang around.

I won't confess that I waited, but I let the lamp burn.

I hoped you'd return.

Tell me all that you'd learned.

Love's never lost when perspective is earned.

You said you'd come and get me.

The shelf life of those fantasies has expired.

Forgive me, *Name*, please know that I tried.

I tried to hold on to the days when you were mine.

The woman who sits by the window has turned out the light.

THE BOLTER

She almost drowned when she was six in frigid water.

I can confirm she made a curious child.

Reviled by everyone except her own father.

Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless.

Excellent fun 'til you get to know her.

She runs like it's a race.

Her best mates laughed and they nicknamed her "The Bolter".

Oh, we must stop meeting like this.

It always ends up with a town car speeding out the drive one evening.

He'll call her a whore

As she was leaving, it felt like breathing.

All her fuckin' lives flashed before her eyes.

It feels like the time she fell through the ice, then came out alive.

He was a cad, wanted her bad.

She liked the way he tastes.

At first blush, this is fate.

What a charming Saturday.

She just knows she must bolt.

She's been many places with men of many faces.

Hearts are hers for the breakin'.

She's got the best stories.

As she was leaving, it felt like freedom.

ROBIN

Long may you reign.

You're an animal.

You are bloodthirsty

You have no idea.

All this showmanship to keep it for you in sweetness.

Way to go, tiger.

Long may you roar.

You're a just ruler.

You look ridiculous and you have no idea.

Buried down deep and out of your reach, the secret we all vowed to keep.

You got the dragonflies above your bed.

You have a favorite spot on the swing set.

You have no room in your dreams for regrets.

You have no idea.

The time will arrive for the cruel and the mean.

You'll learn to bounce back just like your trampoline.

But now we'll curtail your curiosity in sweetness.

THE MANUSCRIPT

Now and then she rereads the manuscript of the entire torrid affair.

I'm not a donor but I'd give you my heart if you needed it.

You're a professional.

No, just a good samaritan.

If the sex was half as good as the conversation was, soon they'd be pushin' strollers.

Soon it was over.

She wished she was thirty..

Couldn't sleep unless it was in her mother's bed.

She dated boys who were her own age.

She was so wise beyond her years.

Everything had been above board.

The years passed like scenes of a show.

The Professor said to write what you know.

Lookin' backwards might be the only way to move forward.

The actors were hitting their marks.

The slow dance was alight with the sparks.

At last, she knew what the agony had been for.

The only thing that's left is the manuscript.

One last souvenir from my trip to your shores.

The story isn't mine anymore.

[imnotzuza]

everyone is talking about "down bad" being buck's song and i completely agree BUT have you heard "the prophecy"?!?! I MEAN

Hand on the throttle Thought I caught lightning in a bottle

(he thought he finally found a family that will love him and a good relationship)

Oh, but it's gone again

(but they ended up leaving like everyone else- lawsuit)

And it was written I got cursed like Eve got bitten

(he must have thought at least once that hes cursed, he suffered so much, physically and mentally)

Oh, was it punishment?

('maybe i deserve it all? i didnt save daniel, i wasnt enough...')

Pad around when I get home I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope

(he just kept going, trying, looking for his place in the world when normally people would've just given up)

A greater woman wouldn't beg

(he begged to be loved, he begged for his job, for the team to forgive him - lawsuit)

But I looked to the sky and said

Please I've been on my knees Change the prophecy

('can someone finally stay?')

Don't want money Just someone who wants my company

(he turned down the money that the city was offering bc he just wanted his family back)

Let it once be me

('can someone choose me? or can i be the one to leave this time?')

Who do I have to speak to About if they can redo the prophecy?

Cards on thе table Mine play out like fools in a fablе Oh, it was sinking in (Sinking in, oh) Slow is the quicksand Poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand Oh, still I dream of him

("you're exousting!") - And I sound like an infant

("two dinners and im 12 yrs old again")

Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen A greater woman stays cool But I howl like a wolf at the moon

(angry buck in 4x04 and 4x05)

And I look unstable Gathered with a coven 'round a sorceress' table A greater woman has faith But even statues crumble if they're made to wait I'm so afraid I sealed my fate No sign of soulmates I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay - -

[biaswreckme]

the prophecy | jongsang

"I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay" or Yeosang, who has lived under a curse his entire life, finds hope.

Fandom: Ateez

Pairing: Jongho/Yeosang

Member: Yeosang, Jongho

Word count: 1312 words

Genre/Tropes: Alternate Universe (Fantasy), Angst (with a happy ending), Hurt/Comfort

Rating: nc-17

Triggers/Warnings: past child abandonment, touch-starved characters

You can read it on: AO3

At first his family had tried to hide it from him, but soon Kang Yeosang learned the words that would haunt him. Some used to say it was a curse; others, a prophecy. Nevertheless, there was always this ominous cloud hovering Yeosang’s head. He remembered when his family just stopped trying to search for a cure and left while stars were high in the sky and he was fast immersed in dreams. He was reminded of the abandonment and the curse whenever he looked in a mirror, the reflection of the red mark on the side of his face as a constant and unfaltering presence of his bad luck. 

He remembered begging on the village’s square, knees red and bruised from being on them for far too long, calling out to anyone who would listen, to anyone who would take his message to a seer. After useless years and years of no one even bothering to spare a glance into his direction, much less conveying his message to someone who could help, he abandoned all his hope behind, left it all on that stone-floor square. He isolated himself even further, packing up his things and moving into an abandoned cabin in the woods halfway between two villages, close enough to get provisions when necessary, yet far enough so no one would bother him. Nights were always cold no matter the season, his fingers scaringly turning blue no matter how many layers and close to the fire he sat. He knew it was part of the curse, the cold permeating his body, and some evenings it scared him even more. 

He was set to go into the nearest village that day, and tried to prepare his mind and body. His clothes were simple; he usually got cotton fabrics, learning to sew and knit himself garments to avoid spending time in shops. His clothes were in shades of gray and beige, trying to be as unnoticed as possible when going into the village. And he always wore a hood, his hair on the longer side, to hide the mark on the side of his face.

As soon as he entered the marketplace, he heard the rumors that strange men had arrived into town, ones who talked about sailing from and to strange places, all things that made no sense to Yeosang. He saw people whispering, no discretion, and for once he was glad he was not at the end of the pointed fingers. But he could not help but be sad for the men. Sure, they were dressed in outlandish fits, but it made sense considering the stories. He could not count how many there were; he knew how it felt to be stared at, so he avoided his gaze, just going his way.

When he approached the stall to get some food that he could not gather or plant himself, something at the next stall seemed to be staring right into his soul. He approached and saw an open book, pages talking of curses that left visible marks on the skin. His hands shook, heart accelerating and he found it difficult to breathe for a moment. Before he could touch the book, however, the owner harshly closed it, stating that if he wanted to see it, he would have to buy it, and stated his price. Yeosang counted the small coins he had on a pouch, putting them on his palm. They were not enough to buy the food and the book that day, so he was going to have to make a choice. And even though his stomach grumbled and clenched in pain for something else, he chose the book. He could feel someone was watching him, and he adjusted his hood, hiding even further from prying eyes, and clenching the book tightly to his chest, he left. 

He just needed to know if he was going to be okay, if the curse could be reversed somehow, so as soon as he got home, he searched the book. His eyes searched the pages, finding branding as similar to the one on his own face, but there was confirmation to what he already knew. He almost howled, throwing the book at the wall. The aches in his body already were proof enough that the curse was acting up, the way his fingers froze - and he tried to lie to himself saying it was from the cold. How his body sometimes seemed stuck in a position, or a limb felt like stone. 

Because they were. Turning into stone, that is. Or better yet, he was slowly becoming a statue. The prophecy spoke of greater worlds, of men sailing the skies guarding a market soulmate that could end his curse, but there was no one like that. One sailed the seas, not the skies. And because the prophecy talked of warriors coming for him, his family was scared and left him. He was fated to freeze and crumble, alone in his isolated house. 

And then he heard a knock on his door.

He hesitated, for no one ever visited him. Whenever he needed, he set out to places, even when he needed coins and sold the garments he created. There was no other knock, and whoever it was seemed to go away, so Yeosang approached the front door and opened it, looking outside. There was nobody there. But when he looked down, he found a basket filled with the food he had longingly looked at when he was at the market. He suspected one of the strangers, because no one else in the village would do him this kindness. And over the next few days, there were even more small presents, as he liked to think of them. 

The day after the first basket he received, there was a note from the sender. Yeosang had guessed he was not from around here, and he was correct. Jongho was his name, and he came from somewhere Yeosang could not even come close to pronouncing correctly. Jongho had heard about him in the market, and saw how he was torn between the book and the food and how all the other people there treated him worse than garbage. At first Yeosang was livid, thinking Jongho was pitying him. But wasn’t he deserving of at least some pity? Of some compassion? So he thanked the man, leaving his response on his front porch.

There was an answer the next day, and so they continued with the communication. He was glad it was all written down initially, not having to face another person, afraid of his reaction upon seeing his curse. And so they kept the conversation, learning about each other, of Yeosang’s knitting and Jongho’s fighting. Of Yeosang’s rejections, and Jongho’s loneliness even when in a ship with his crewmates and friends. Of Yeosang’s family abandoning him, and Jongho’s family dying in a conflict. They learned, and they yearned. 

And when he saw (more like caught) Jongho leaving another note, he understood everything. 

There it was, in Jongho’s face, a mirror image of his own prophetic mark. A soulmate mark, red skin close to his eye, looking almost like a heart - as Yeosang noticed, his own clouded judgment about the spot never letting him truly notice it for what it was. And when Jongho extended his hand, he saw the gray discoloration on the man’s arms, but as he touched it, he could feel fresh air entering his lungs, warmth taking over his entire body, the cold on the other man’s limbs disappearing. And he cried. They cried. This was his warrior, the strange man who would sail the sky to find him. To save him. His soulmate.

And for the first time in his life, Yeosang had hope. He was going to follow Jongho into the unknown worlds, but he would be okay. They would be alright.