#taylor swift follower

[taylor-is-gorgeous]

@taylor-is-gorgeous

[farannir]

folklore (2020) lyrics that made my jaw drop

[new-york-no-shoes]

What’s everyone’s 1989 holy trinity before TV comes out!?

[lonelystarbuckslover13]

Do you guys ever think about how crazy it must feel to be the girl who started 123 let’s go bitch??? Like she just said something funny at a concert once and posted it online, and now she’s started a fandom tradition that millions of people participate in across the world, and even 5 years later ​we all still scream it at every show and Taylor quotes it on social media??? THAT’S a real fucking legacy to leave

[xoxoladyaz]

It Hits Different This Time

Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Rock Star Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five

“Steve.” 

He hears Robin knocking on the door, her knuckles tapping firmly against the wood.

“STEVE.”

He’s lying on the bed in Robin’s guest bedroom, limbs starfished across the plush gray comforter, staring at the ceiling fan. Taylor Swift is singing to him, blasting from the Alexa speaker next to him.

Oh my, love is a lie, shit my friends say to get me by 

“Alexa, volume up.”

“Steve – STEVE!”

It hits different, it hits different this time

“Alexa, off,” Robin says as she marches into the room. Taylor’s voice cuts off almost immediately and Steve huffs, frustrated.

“Steve, as much as I love listening to your ‘Sad Taylor Swift’ playlist, you need to eat something. Go for a walk. Take a shower.”

“I’d rather not.”

Sighing, Robin kicks his left leg until he’s made enough room for her to collapse down beside him and gaze up at the spinning fan. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

They lay in silence.

“It’s just – our three-year anniversary, Robin.”

“I know.”

“He didn’t even text me.”

“I know.”

“And the supermodels at the club! And the tweets!”

“I know, Steve.”

There’s moisture pricking at the inside of his eyes now. “I just – it’s dumb, okay? I thought we could make this work. But I guess I’m not as important to him as he is to me.”

“Dingus,” Robin chides, and he turns his face away so she can’t see that he’s actually crying now. (She still probably knows that he is; Robin always knows. He just doesn’t want anyone to see.) “Okay, is Eddie Munson a huge idiot? Yes, and he has been for as long as we’ve known him. Is he kind of an asshole now that he’s famous? Yes. Do I think this is the end? Not necessarily.”

Steve snorts. “It’s been four days, Robin. Nothing for four days. I think it’s already ended.”

Robin cuddles up to his side so now they’re legitimately snuggling together. “Look, all I’m saying is he’s going to be back in the state in a few days and I think you owe it yourself to at least have a conversation with him. Either you two decide to work things out and start communicating better or you decide that he’s not pulling his weight to make his relationship work and you get closure. Either way, I think you need to talk to him.”

“Yeah,” Steve sniffles. “You’re probably right.”

“Steven, I’m always right.”

“I’m sorry, do you want to talk about the Pixar question you fumbled on trivia night?”

“Dingus, I swear to god if you don’t let it go - ”

/////

Eddie’s groggy and nauseous and fuck the sun is too bright. He pulls at the window-shades as he stumbles into their kitchen, dropping his Louis Vuitton bag on the floor. The fact that he’s managing to walk while coming down from a five day bender that he barely fucking remembers is kind of a miracle. 

“Steve! Stevie, baby, I’m home!”

Silence.

What day is it today, Saturday? He’s probably at the farmer’s market with Robin. Eddie’s a few days early anyways, wanted it to be a surprise. And honestly, it’s probably a good thing Steve’s not home, Eddie needs to keep sobering up.

He pulls a fresh bottle of water out of the fridge and collapses onto the restored dining-room chairs they bought a few months ago. He tips it back and drinks it down greedily, swallowing the cool water down his aching throat. “Oh, that’s good,” he moans to himself, dropping the now empty bottle onto the dining room table.

The empty bottle that clangs against something. Squinting, Eddie opens his eyes and looks down.

There’s a small box sitting at his spot, a card laying haphazardly onto the side. It looks like someone opened it and scribbled all over what they originally wrote.

Eddie frowns and grabs for the card. It’s Steve’s writing. Whatever he’s crossed out is unreadable. Instead, all there is is the following:

I would say Happy Anniversary, but judging by the fact that (1) you didn’t return my call or even text me back and (2) the paps caught you at the club with the guys and a bunch of supermodels instead, I’m going to assume that you’re not interested in celebrating it anymore.

Eddie feels his stomach sink so fast that he’s going to lose all the water he just drank. 

Look, Eds, I am so proud of you for making your dream come true. I would never ask you to give that up or sacrifice your music for me. But I’m tired of feeling alone in this relationship. Of feeling like you don’t love me as much as I love you. Because I would do anything for you, but I think this all proves that you wouldn’t do the same for me.

Anyways, I still want you to have your gift. It wouldn’t make sense to give it to anyone else. 

Your biggest fan, Steve

He can’t see straight and it’s not because of the drugs. He can’t breathe and it’s not because of his asthma or his wicked smoking habit. 

He grabs the small box, flips it open, and chokes back a sob.

It’s a perfect replica of Aragorn’s ring, the ring he’s given that proves he is Isilduir’s heir. He’s wanted it foryears, but it was never something that he thought he could buy for himself. Sure, he could buy whatever random luxury shit without a sweat, but something so meaningful to him? Because reading The Lord of the Rings saved his fucking life in high school? His brain couldn’t deal with him buying it for himself. His therapist says it’s one of his many hang-ups regarding money and fame and his self-esteem issues, but that’s not what matters right now.

What matters is that Steve gave this to him, loved him enough to have it made for him.

And now Steve is gone.

Eddie grabs for his phone with shaking hands and checks the date.

“Fuck.”

Five days. 

He’s five days too fucking late.

He’s dialing Jeff before he can even realize he’s doing it.

“Dude, I really don’t want to be talking to you right now.”

“Jeff,” Eddie barely gets out, his voice choking on a sob. “Steve is gone.”

Jeff’s silent for a moment. 

“I’m on my way.”

[birf]

[badgalazzie]

„i don’t dress for women” MF WHAT IS IT THEN???

[alien-bluez]

Dungeons and Daddies is a podcast about four teens trying to save the world from an eldritch god that their grandparents released all those years ago.

Happy S2 finale day! Collab by me and @pittermogged

Textless version under the cut

[lyrical-swiftie]

Taylor Swift - Peter

[taylor-is-gorgeous]

@taylor-is-gorgeous

[evcn]

and i can still see it all... for @wh0re-behavi0r ♡

[peterkoubek]

btw brittany mahomes isn’t just a random offline trump supporter. she made this public and online herself by choice. trump publicly welcomed her support for him. this isn’t some “fluke” or a “disagreement of politics.” how can you watch the miss americana documentary and believe That taylor is a reflection of the currently negligible taylor today?

she doesn’t care about you or the state of american politics. these things do not concern her; they do not harm or benefit her in anyway. november 5 will come around and this country will be exactly the same for her

[anixknowsnothin]

i think it's my time to speak up about this shit

Taylor should speak up about Palestine if she believes everything she said in Miss Americana. It is basic human rights we're talking about and she should use her position to help. Yes, other celebrities should talk too, but when have other people stopped Taylor from doing what she believes in.

Joe Alwyn should not be sent death threats by Swifties nor should he receive unnecessary hate. NO ONE, and I mean no one, deserves to be sent death threats.

PEOPLE ARE ALLOWED TO NOT WORK OUT IN RELATIONSHIPS AND SO BREAK UP. What Taylor and Joe had is what Taylor and Joe had, and that's actually none of our fucking business

Just because Taylor is a huge artist and can use her ability to write and sing to express how she feels, doesn't mean that there is a definite right and wrong in her relationships.

WE DO NOT KNOW JOE'S PERSPECTIVE.

Let Taylor and Travis live their life, I mean come on, let her have fun too, it's cute. I think the world would be better if we stop tracking her every move and step when it comes to her personal life.

The beauty of music and her songwriting is that it can have multiple interpretations. It doesn't always have to mean 'it's written about this ex' or 'it's about this lover.' IT IS NOT ALWAYS ABOUT JOEVER.

Do not send hate to Joe post the release of TTPD.

People who loved Joe and Taylor need to accept they broke up and it happens.

People who love Travis and Taylor need to STOP planning their future for them. That is their choice.

People who unnecessarily spread hate about Travis and Taylor or Joe and Taylor must stop. It's HER life. Who she is dating won't affect you I promise.

Stop investing most of your time in her relationships. It isn't healthy!! And for gods sake stop treating Travis and Taylor as if they're some new exhibit or animals trapped in a zoo for you to ogle at.

Be a swiftie for the music, not for the hype, not for the ex slander, not for the current relationship. FOR THE MUSIC.

[x-celebsreposted-x]

Selena and Taylor❤️✨️

[cerealforkart]

I’ve been planning merch for the physical manga bundle and I keep coming back to the same thing I can’t do. He will never be a marketable plush

[thekenobee]