#switf

[night-lie]

i'm so obsessed with him but he avoids me like the plague ପ(๑˃ ᵕ ˂๑)ଓ ♡₊˚⊹

[serotoninlesslesbian]

Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die, I don't belong.

Taylor Swift 

[goldenliartrash]

MIKU

VEN A MADRID

[magiccherry08]

Like or reblog if you save/use ✨️

[voidshrubsquared]

Those million dollars are MINE

You've probably seen polls about "Would you sing for X minutes / in front of X many people / etc. for $" before. Well. Here's another one!

If you sing a song in front of 50,000 people, you get a million dollars... but this time, you don't get to pick the song.

Spin this wheel of song options, and that's what you have to sing in front of a stadium full of people. You will have 30 minutes to prepare.

[hozierlyric]

i drove +740 milles to se taylor i regret NOTHING

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

WEDNESDAY WIP

(….)

Jacob grabbed Dorothea by the wrist, and dragged her in the nearest empty room.

“I always knew you were a barbarian, but now I know that you have also gone out of your mind in this past century!” she hissed, yanking her arm away. “I ought to have the Sheriff cut your head off for what you have just done! How dare you lay your hands on me in front of the entire Court?”

“I agreed to come to Elysium and respect your conditions, but I never said I was going to speak in front of those pompous buffoons that you surround yourself with!”

A look of pure indignation flashed on the Dorothea’s face, transforming her usually soft features in a mask of hostility.

“I will oversee these slights toward my Court this time and this one time only, Baron. Now speak, and do it ever so quickly, before my patience wear even thinner than what it already is!”

Nostrils flaring, both Jacob and Dorothea stood their ground, refusing to lower their gazes, as if in doing so they were asserting their dominance over the other.

Yet, the Baron of East London was fighting against each instinct in his body that made him want to take her in his arms and bury his face against her shoulder and golden white hair, the same way she did when he had just awaken from his Embrace.

When he was turned - when he was sired- it happened without the consent of the then Prince of London.

And Dorothea saved him from being killed for the mere crime of existing, interceding for him at Elysium.

She took him in with Arno and helped him navigate those first nights.

Chest rising up and down as his mind flew back to the present, Jacob tried to clear his head and think straight - something that always seemed impossible when she was around him.

A knock on the door made them both turn their head at the same time.

“My Prince?”

Dorothea’s eyes softened at Arno’s voice.

Despite the rest of the Court being busy dancing away, she knew her Sheriff would have his eyes peeled on the one that could potentially be cause of mayhem.

“Worry not, Sheriff,” she answered back with the most neutral voice she could muster. “I will be fine. Just make sure that none is to cross this threshold while I am convening with the Baron,”

She knew Arno would weight every possibility before doing as he was told. But she knew that he trusted her, and soon enough, she heard his switf steps walk away from the door.

Only then, Dorothea crossed her arms against her chest and turned to look at the kindred in front of her with barely disguised hatred.

“Now, speak.”

Despite the irritation starting to build in his chest again at the arrogant tone in her voice, a part of Jacob’s dead heart was bleeding at the coldness in her hardened stare.

Her eyes were like two diamonds, just as gelid, just as hard, just as transparent in the emotions they concealed within.

And he saw nothing there but a freezing chill-inducing emptiness.

She hadn’t always been like this.

There had been a time where she would look at him with warmth compassion and kindness -well, as kindly as a kindred could.

That time had long vanished, and he knew that his action had been the cause for that warmth to disappear.

He would find a way to atone for the pain his sins had caused her. He had sworn it on his sister's grave.

But now only one thing mattered: her safety.

“You will do better to heed the words I’m about to speak, Dorothea. You are in the danger. All of you. All of us. You and I, your precious Sheriff-“ he added with a tone that reeked of venom. “Lucia, Ezio and Federico. Everyone single one of us is in danger. Every. Single. One.”

Dorothea raised an eyebrow, painting an expression of incredulity on her face.

“Danger?” she murmured back, fighting to drown a small laughter of contempt. “I do not presume to know what you have been up to in the past decade, but I assume you might have noticed that we are constantly hunted down by the Inquisition and that danger is a daily hindrance for us all?”

“Sarcasm won’t make you safer, Dorothea!” Jacob growled, taking her by the shoulders. “You need to listen to me, because he is coming and he is coming for you, his sire!”

Dorothea’s eyes widened, her face turning even paler than how it normally was.

Had her heart been alive, it would have dropped in her chest.

She didn’t need Jacob to speak his name.

She knew exactly who he was talking about.

There were may people that wanted to see her dead, for the most different reasons: such was the price for being the Prince of London.

Dorothea was always mindful about the constant lingering presence of Mithras, hidden away in his century-long slumber but ever vigilant.

She always exercised healthy caution with the perennial presence of the Inquisition in the city, that rendered every Kindred’s life absolute Hell.

But nothing on that Earth could ever cause a chill in her stomach like the thought of her Childe - the man she herself had turned into one of theirs- on the path to find her and with the intent of coming for her head.

“It seems I was finally able to get your attention,” Jacob murmured, allowing a small smirk to appear on his lips.

“How do you know?” she whispered, barely able to breathe, as she quietly shook her ringlets in disbelief.

Jacob swallowed hard, relenting the grip around her shoulders.

“Hiraeth. I don’t know how that lassie managed to evade Hamartia’s sight, but she did and she told me. And she told me something more,”

Dorothea felt only dread at the tone of his voice.

“What more could she have told you?”

“He is not coming alone. He is backed up by the Sabbat. He is backed up by Kaecilius and Verona themselves,”

Dorothea let out a small gasp, her thoughts running immediately to Lucia.

If even half of what the Regent of the Chantry had ever told her was true about the Cardinal of Denmark and the Archibishop of Copenhagen...then Jacob was right, and they were as good as dead.

(....)

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OMG NEMO WRITING???

how is that even possible one might ask lololol

truth is, it's Wednesday, so I took the chance to just share something I have been working on in the past few days (the brain has been braining, than goodness for that tbh, because without my tablet I am utterly restless lololol).

SO YES, HERE YOU HAVE A SMALL WIP OF MY DRAFT FOR MY VTM!AU.

I truly hope to be able to finish ALL THE CHARACTERS template soon enough, because I cannot wait to share them all with you all! <3

in the meanwhile, I hope you will like this <3

--Nemo

[johnkramerslittleboy]

who else luvs tay tay?!? Taylor swift!!! luv tay ta]y lor swift!!! tay taloyer switf!!!

[talyayet474]

Taylor Switf -- Barbara Palvin

[swiftmitsu]

switf muffin

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[apothecaryforwearysouls]

Utborim likes to bust out crazy training Sims from his old BoS days for the boys. Especially given how prevalent group combats are in the wastelands. He is really adept with facing multiple opponents and will often have the 3 sweetie pies come at him at once. Talking and teaching while dodging blows and knife strikes. Showing them spots to disable power armor etc.

Now this might be completely wrong but I like to imagine Angelus having alot of Raider combat styles given his past. Uth would definitely have him lean into aspects of that. Raiders are great at ambushes and overwhelming force, he'd 100% show him ways to utilize that on a grander scale and how to fill in the gaps. Uth would also love to do up close hand to hand with him let Angelus really hone his vicious style.

Now for Jelani he understands how distance is important to him so he would focus on small arms fire/spotter type training. Helping keep Angelus covered and protected without letting anyone get close! Alot of accuracy type training, moving targets, ect. Just in case any asshole did get close Uth would show him all kind of pressure point holds and the like. Ways to dominate an opponent to maintain control!

Now for his sweet hubby it would be all types of ways to combine their combat styles to flow with each other. I'm talking rolling off each other's backs/handing off weapons to one another with switf fluid movements. Very action movie. Especially so they can be comfortable using each other's gear if push comes to shove! Becoming even closer as partners and lovers!

[goldenliartrash]

in class hearing the most transphobic takes you've ever heard in your life

[wisdomshoes]

i cant genuinely if i tried my hardest couldnt exaggerate how little i give a shit about taylor switf, shut the fuck up

[orionnova120048]

This is the most wolf-star coded thing i have ever heard. I'm too a switf but i' listing to the abulm because i had a felling it would be maraunders coded and i was right. This is so srirus after the prank.

[pinkiepiebones]

Stop putting talyor switf on my dash please

[soliddaddy96]

I would like you to know that directly after I reblogged your Taylor hate post I scrolled down to find that my mutuals and some change had reblogged multiple and I mean MULTIPLE Taylor Switf Themed posts. I think it’s karma for saying taylor swift likes stuffed bell peppers shes all over my dash please send help

taylor swift curse upon yee🎵🎶🎶🎵🗣🗣🎶🎵🎵so frightened by idea that even our mutuals could be taylor swift fans....