#the feral joy tour

[james-goes-to-concerts]

Maggie Rogers San Diego, CA - March 2, 2023

[mixtapemag]

MAGGIE ROGERS AT THE ANTHEM.

Photos by Christopher Hall.

Maggie Rogers rolled The Feral Joy Tour into a sold out Anthem on Monday night for the first of two sold out shows near her hometown in Maryland.

Maggie and her absurdly great band roared through a 17 song setlist. Opening up with "Overdrive" sent the 6,000 fans in attendance through the roof - I felt the floor below my feet in the photo pit tremor. "Be Cool" was beautiful. "Fallingwater" still hits like the first time you listened to it. "Light On" is unreal. Everytime I've listened to Surrender the album closer "Different Kind of World" makes me feel like I'm on a spaceship. Hearing it live for the first time tonight blew my mind. Maggie was spectacular tonight, completely in control, finding new layers to her live show and performance. She's a special, special artist. Maggie and the band play The Anthem again on Tuesday night before heading to Radio City on the 15th. Go see this show.

Previously on Mixtape:

Photos of Maggie Rogers at Newport Folk Festival.

Christopher Hall tweets over here. Overdrive.

[meowjorie]

getting to scream and cry and dance along to maggie rogers performing live was an unforgettable and indescribable joy

[weightedlive]

maggie rogers feral joy tour, night two. roadrunner, boston.

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all photos taken by me, do not repost without credit.

[surrenderonvinyl]

i owe so much to maggie rogers’ music she somehow always makes the album i need to hear exactly when i need to hear it

[fightingdragonswiftyou]

I'm seeing Maggie Rogers in Boston in February!!!

[heardchef]

sydney's food tour in episode 3 elicits a feral almost indescribable joy for me. it's the way you get to watch her take in her surroundings. seeking. lost in thought.

you get to see the connections she makes with the world around her, how she gets from point a to b, how windows of all things inspire her final pasta shape.

you see her visualize, and think, and think some more (because it's syd and she's so fucking capable but so fucking anxious) until the dish she's working on progresses into something messy and unrecognizable.

she resets, she has to, and then an instant everything is clear. her dish eases into being. a complete thought.

and when she finally brings it into existence?

it's nothing like what she imagined. and, yeah, that makes me so fucking happy because she's not perfect but she's capable. it's not a matter of she can do it, she will. she might resign for a moment but eventually she'll make the pieces fit.

it means so much to see someone who looks like me—who struggles like me ultimately come out on the other side.

[purehypnotic]

can i kindly req for arthur morgan hcs,, he falls in love with reader?? -🩷

thank you SO SO much for this request !! it’s our pleasure, love you! hope we did you justice

🧸🏜 arthur morgan x reader, falling in love HCs 🏜🧸

gender neutral, sfw

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-Arthur slumped in his seat near the bar, thumbing a chipped glass of whiskey. The sun was beating down mercilessly on Valentine, and Arthur found relief in the shade of the saloon.

-until he saw your body fling across the window outside.

-ever the good samaritan, Arthur scrambled to check on you. He tripped on his own feet to rush and survey the situation, expecting the worst reasons as to why you would be thrown so harshly.

-His hand flew to his mouth to stifle a chuckle when he saw a riderless horse and your ankle tangled up in the reins.

-Arthur bit back a smartass comment as he went to help you up, when a few things about you caught his eye.

-first, your outfit was buttoned wrong, as if you had rushed to throw something on.

-second, you weren’t wearing spurs (who the hell doesn’t wear spurs around here?)

-and third, you flinched like a feral cat when he hauled you up by the waist. Arthur had a sneaking suspicion of what was going on.

-“You don’t know how to ride a horse, do ya now?” He squinted at you.

-You lifted a finger to the man’s face, ready to spit back at the accusation when you locked eyes with him.

-Something in his gaze told you he wasn’t trying to belittle you, just offering a hand.

-Lowering your hand, you let out a sigh of frustration. You had run for so long, had fought with everything you had, but still couldn’t figure out how to mount a damn horse. But the blue eyed man in front of you seemed like he knew. He seemed sturdy, reliable, and you had given up all dignity when you caught yourself nearly drooling over his build.

-Grabbing the reins of the horse, you hung your head and held them out to Arthur’s chest.

-”just help please”

-He explained each piece of equipment, showed you how to approach the pony without spooking it, and he found himself laughing when you struggled to jump atop the saddle.

-He offered you a boost, letting his hands linger on you for a bit longer than necessary. You let out a laugh of victory, and the pure joy on your face knocked the breath from Arthur’s lungs.

-With the rush of his racing heart, Arthur impulsively hauled himself up behind you.

-”This alright?” He asked in a low voice as he reached around you to grab the reins. He adjusted himself so he could speak closer to your ear, and his movement caused your back to press into his chest.

-(he did it on purpose).

- Arthur spent the rest of his day taking you on a tour through some backroads, teaching you to steer the whole way through.

-It was the most peaceful evening he’d ever had.

-You made conversation easy. The strange way his heart pounded made him loose-lipped around you, and he gladly told you snippets of his life.

-He told you stories about growing up in the gang, about tricking John into taking showers, about Hosea teaching him to read. And you accepted each story as if they were nuggets of gold. (he loved that)

-You had eventually opened up to him about being a runaway, explaining that you had never needed to learn to ride before going on the run. His heart squeezed to think of what you must have seen.

-As the sun dipped low and the sky turned purple, Arthur realized he had guided your horse toward camp out of habit.

-Despite being a hardened, tough man, Arthur couldn’t let you go.

-He pressed a kiss to your hair and decided that another addition to the gang couldn’t hurt.

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as always,

love katie 💌

[iwanthermidnightz]

The Eras Tour on the big screen — it’s giving movie, cinematography, magical, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show-stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before.

From start to finish Taylor does what she does best: captivate the entire room with her never ending star quality. Seeing the entire show from all the angles in HD gives me a new appreciation for the cultural phenomenon that is the Eras Tour. The scale and promotion of this film starts to really click when you’re finally watching it. The turnout will be massive and the records will be broken and the movie theaters have gone all out for Taylor because she’s singlehandedly bringing in so much revenue for them, but also solidifying herself once again as a true businesswoman.

When I said I hoped no one got up to dance and sing around me I was wrong. Everyone remained in their seats until you belong with me and love story came on… believe or not that’s what did it for them. Girls from 5 to 15 hurried down to the front of the theater in excitement where they would remain and be joined by others throughout the show until the end.

Most of the crowd screamed every word (especially the lyrics you’re supposed to scream) from our seats and that really did make it so fun. The phone lights came out for Marjorie, and when reputation (and 1989) came on everyone went feral. It made me giggle to see kids yelling “oh lord save me my drug is my baby” with their whole chest. Vigilante Shit close up was an experience and was rightly appreciated with very descriptive expletives by the crowd.

The vibes really were amazing. It was so cute to see and feel how excited everyone was! So if you’re thinking about going or hesitant because you “want to watch in peace” (shading myself) do yourself a favor and go. You deserve a night of pure joy! And thank you Taylor for giving that to us every night on tour. You’re a once in a lifetime artist and woman 🤍

[herejusttosufferalong]

During the release of s3 part 1 and the whole promo tour it’s like we were all living in a simulation. Then there was a glitch (pap walk) and all the walls came crashing down and we have been living in the reality of an apocalyptic waste land ever since.

I think this is the reason the fandom is so feral right now is that we all were living in a state of elation and sharing that together as a community and it was beautiful.

People share posts about JD and N together or possible N &A breakup theories because we are all looking for that state of hope again. Anything to bring us back to joy.

During the first kiss in BTon the LW voiceover said “without hope one can become reckless”. We are all experiencing that now.

All I can say is, to whoever was responsible for pap gate, whether it be L or A or DM or some random person we know nothing about, F$&@ YOU.

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[bitter69uk]

Born on this day 65 years ago: Christina Amphlett (née Christine Joy Amphlett, 25 October 1959 – 21 April 2013), feral and perverse raspy-voiced frontwoman of Australian post-punk band Divinyls. I’ve seen madmen Iggy Pop and Lux Interior of the Cramps perform and Amphlett matched them for lunacy and intensity. And like Lydia Lunch, she created a sense of tension and drama simply by turning up. In her warts-and-all 2005 memoirs Pleasure and Pain, she-devil Amphlett recalled that when Divinyls toured the US for the first time, audiences frequently recoiled in horror from her onstage antics. You can see why Jim Farber of Rolling Stone would summarize her demonically possessed St Trinian’s girl persona as “all four Shangri-Las rolled into one – with a snatch of pre-exorcised Linda Blair tossed in.” I was privileged to see Divinyls perform and interview bad girl Amphlett for my university newspaper in 1991 in Montréal (when Divinyls had their fluke late-career international hit with “I Touch Myself��). She was great! The Montréal audience was totally nonplussed by the volatile Amphlett’s confrontational sex kitten-gone-berserk “glamour fits” (there was lots of deep stripper squats, breast-cupping and crotch-grabbing delivered with a snarl). The New York Times critic absolutely nailed this combativeness: “Ms Amphlett often touched herself as she sang, but she wasn’t flirting with the audience or the band… Many of her gestures were those of a hostess at a party she didn’t want to give, with contemptuous curtsies and over-elaborate arm waves … The audience … didn’t seem to approve of Ms Amphlett’s mixed messages … pop audiences like their come-ons without irony; otherwise, there’s a possibility that the joke might be on them.” Pictured: Amphlett with Divinyls’ co-founder and guitarist Mark McEntee circa 1985. The two were in a tempestuous romantic relationship and Divinyls’ music is essentially the sound of them fighting. Amphlett died far too young from a combination of Multiple Sclerosis and breast cancer.

[hellfirenacht]

Corroded Coffin Friendship Bracelets Trend HCs

Modern Day AU with Corroded Coffin as a small band touring, reacting to the friendship bracelets trend

-With the boom in friendship bracelets and kandi resurfacing as a trend it wasn’t long until it reached the small indie band of Corroded Coffin as they did their tour.

-None of the band members noticed it until the second or third show, where their small but dedicated fan base started showing up with beaded bracelets all over their arms, some even carrying them on carabiners for easy access to trade.

-Gareth was the first to be gifted one, the letters spelling out “Corroded Coffin TV” in black and red beads. Jeff was the one to realize that TV meant ‘Taylor’s Version”. Gareth didn’t find it funny, but Jeff found it hilarious.

-Eddie didn’t understand the trend at first, but when he also started receiving bracelets he couldn’t turn them down. He loved the jokes and memes that would go into them. He quickly decided that wearing the ones from his fans was now a mandatory part of the concert.

-Jeff is the most likely to coordinate his bracelets with the set list or his outfit. Gareth just throws them on, but only a few. He’s accidentally snapped some before from being too rough. Eddie’s are scattered all over the tour bus and he grabs them at random and hopes for the best.

-One night they were all forced by their manager to have an arts and crafts night where they all made their own bracelets to trade. Gareth’s are slapped together without much thought, with random letters that the fans start randomly assigning meaning to. Jeff’s are far more coordinated, leaning into the jokes that the fans make, and Eddie was high as hell that night, making ones that only he would find funny (that the fans went feral for)

-Eddie would hold your hand if you were giving him one so that you could put it on him yourself. He’d try to do small meet and greets before and after shows to trade. As annoying as working with the beads were, he finds a lot of joy in the community and how his fans act.

-Shooting your shot with Eddie by putting your number on a friendship bracelet like Travis Kelsie did at the Era’s Tour. (and the horror, elation, and shock when he actually calls)

-Corroded Coffin doing one (1) Taylor Swift cover in their own style. Probably from Reputation (I’m partial to Look What You Made Me Do imho)

-Eddie sends some to Wayne, Dustin, Mike, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Chrissy and even Reefer Rick

-They start hanging the bracelets up like string lights on the tour bus when they start getting enough.

[crimsonwing62]

So, I watched the Taylor Swifts Eras Tour tonight and I can't stop thinking about this one moment when she is singing Lover and the camera focuses on the individual coupled up dancers slow dancing to the song. For one it gave me joy to see same sex couples. Also this one duo where the guy was looking up through his eyelashes at his dance partner whilst she had her eyes closed and I thought that was sooo adorable. I don't know whether he was directed to do that or not but it was cute.

Anyway, it got me thinking if there was any fan ships out there based on these types of concert snippets. And of course my brain links it back to the Stranger Things Fruity Four.

Specifically, an AU where one is the big star Singer (i was thinking Eddie or Robin) whilst the others are dancers on Tour.

Whilst it's easy to do the obvious Eddie as the Singer, Nancy as dance captain and Steve as the love interest people ship him with ( and be absolutely correct about).

I love and think of it as :

Robin, the Singer. She's not a natural dancer but she's learnt to give her fans a good show.

Steve, The Dance Captain. He keeps up morale but is the good kind of strict. If the song calls for a boyfriend/love interest figure (often at the insistence of the label changing the pronouns in her songs), he is it. They know each other well enough. He taught her to dance, and so she trusts him and doesn't feel uncomfortable with him.

Nancy, as the dancer fans ship Robin with. Nancy has a way when she dances she can control when she's visible and invisible. Like she can fade into the lights behind, or she can stand out in the line. Nancy is often placed the closest to Robin after Steve. The way they move around each other onstage is familiar and charged. The stares they give each other are equally charged and often seek each other out on stage.

Within the team, she's Steve's 2nd in command, in all but name. The other dancers look to her if Steve is ill or busy. But there's always that team, we are in this together vibe.

Aaaand Eddie. I'm not sure where to put Eddie in this AU. Half of me wants him as another dancer, so the fans have someone on stage to ship Steve wi- wait. I had an idea. It was staring me in the face...

Eddie is one of Robins Guitarists and band Lead. 🫨. He still comes on stage. Not quite for a slow dance song like Lover. For that, Nancy and Steve are partnered with others in the dance crew. Maybe Nancy is the girl I mentioned that inspired this.

But in a slightly more lively one, the band cones on stage to join in the fun, and the dancers interact with them. Of course, Steve always goes to Eddie and dances with him.

The Internet goes wild with theories when concert footage and the concert film are released. Robin already has a plethora of male celebs she's "supposedly" dating. Not to mention those who think Robin and Steve are dating. They particularly enjoy laughing at those posts. Some people see Nancy and Robins interactions as close friends . Whilst the queer community sees straight - ha - through the queer coding to the glass closet. Others ship Nancy with the dancer she's paired with for the slow dance song.

Meanwhile, some parts of the Internet go feral over the small interactions Steve and Eddie have. Since they're a little out of the limelight, they can be a little... freer?, borderline appropriate for work? with the short section they have together.

The documentary of the Tour only fans the flames, too. Although it helps them fall in love with Nancy, Steve, and Eddie even more...

[darling-phoebe]

scary dog privilege ! judah zelinsky ❥ gn! singer! reader, part 1

gender neutral reader, mention of makeup use but makeup is for anyone idc. no use of y/n but i had to stretch to make that happen lowkey. nothing else really i'm just feral for this man and would let him do things to me that are concerning to feminism. thank u <3

─ [ . : ｡✿ ]

"so, tell me... your new album is a smash hit all across the globe. your song, 'bruised affections' is trending everywhere on social media. two months ago, you were living a normal life, and now you're a superstar. how does that feel?"

you were sat on a couch of your favorite late night talk show, late night confessions with stella goth. your hair styled perfectly, your makeup flawless. you were wearing a baggy white sweater with a big knit strawberry on the front, funky red bell bottoms, and black dress shoes, giving you the vibe that the world had fallen for; eclectic and down to earth.

"it's honestly really crazy," you admitted. "it's like you said, two months ago i was procrastinating my final essay for college, started goofing around and singing this song i was working on. my friend started recording me, and next thing i know i'm going viral?" you shook your head, smiling softly. "and of course it was a day i looked like a total bum. i think i had dorito crumbs in my hair still." you laughed, and stella laughed with you.

"any regrets? other than the dorito hair?"

you cracked a grin. "no, no regrets. i've always known music was one my true love. and getting to share it with you guys has been such a joy."

"it's been as much a joy for us, i promise," she replied, before standing. "ladies and gentlemen, our new favorite superstar!" as she said your stage name, you stood beaming, washed away in a sea of applause and cheers.

you stepped off the stage, and before you saw anyone else─ any family, any managers or pr crew─ you were greeted by your bodyguard. he towered above you, holding a bottle of water and one of your favorite sandwiches.

"you did great," he said, voice stoic and soft all at once. "now drink some water."

you smiled fondly. "aw thanks, you big softie," you said, before taking a sip. "we headed to the after party?"

he shook his head, much to your surprise. "back to the hotel. easton─" your manager, "─wants you up early tomorrow for dance rehearsals, so you are on strict orders to go to sleep."

"party pooper," you teased, before shrugging. "i won't complain though, i'm exhausted. this week's kicked my ass."

"worth it?" he asked, his eyes seeming to scan yours in a way you couldn't quite explain.

"worth it."

the two of you walked back to judah's car─ he always insisted on driving, didn't trust anyone else to get you there safe. you admired how seriously he took his job. he thought of everything. you'd never met someone so dedicated, but you supposed that was a good thing in his field. you just wished he'd loosen up a bit, let himself have fun. he never wanted to take a day off, insisted that he had to focus on your safety.

ah, well, maybe you'd convince him to look beyond his job someday.

when you arrived at the hotel, you were of course greeted by what felt like an ocean of reporters and paparazzi. everyone wanted to know what you were wearing, if you were going on tour soon, anything and everything.

you, being the sweet and still somewhat naïve person you were, tried to answer as many as you could.

"tour dates will be released soon," you promised. "people way smarter than me are planning all that out right now."

"and do you have a partner?"

"as in an opener for the tour?" you quirked your head. "not sure yet, but─"

"no, a relationship partner. boyfriends, girlfriends?"

"give us all the juicy details!"

"well, i─" you started, but your voice must've sounded strained, because judah quickly stepped in.

"we're focusing on music right now," he answered. "and we won't be taking any more ridiculous questions at this time, thank you." then judah placed his arm around your shoulders, and guided you into the hotel and up to your room.

"thank you for handling that back there," you said, as you stepped into the elevator.

"of course." his words were typically few and far between, his tone always so formal and serious. but there was a layer of fondness somewhere in there, something soft and affectionate. you were growing on him, you were sure. the thought made you smile.

if only you knew that your smile was one he'd kill for. one he had already killed for.

the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. before you knew it, you were in your suite. "you sleeping on the couch again tonight?"

"mhm."

"y'know the record label pays for your own private room," you pointed out, not for the first time.

"if something happens, i need to be within reach," judah maintained. he stepped closer, looking down at you with a strange look in his pretty green eyes. "i can't let anything happen to you."

you shook your head, and took his hands in yours. it was an attempt to comfort his apparent anxiety─ you didn't know it only made his heart pound harder in his chest. like the most euphoric kind of heart attack. "nothing's gonna happen," you promised. "we're both safe. i promise."

god, you were so sweet. so perfect and kind. and so impossibly naïve.

"get some sleep," he mumbled. it wasn't what he wanted to say. he had a million other things on his mind. but he was worried it would shatter everything. what if, when he kissed you, you left? what if you wouldn't let him protect you anymore?

he didn't want to have to force you.

"you should too," you said. "i know you're putting on a brave face, but it's obvious how tired you are. you can't keep staying up just 'cause something might happen."

"okay," he said simply. "goodnight."

you beamed up at him. "goodnight."

as you got ready for bed, judah settled himself on the couch. he wrapped himself in the snoopy blanket you'd gifted him. it still smelled like you. before he knew it, before you even returned from the bathroom, he'd drifted off into sleep.

─ [ . : ｡✿ ]

in the darkness, there was a small jingling sound. then a clatter, a little louder. judah tossed and turned sleepily. a door creaked open. footsteps, quick and clumsy. loud enough for judah's eyes to snap open.

he jumped up, grabbed the intruder by the throat, and held them up in the air as the man struggled and choked.

"i'm going to ask you once," judah muttered darkly. "what are you doing here?"

"i─i just wanted─ a picture, th─that's all!"

he raised a brow. "a picture? of them sleeping? over my dead body." and just like that, he snapped his puny neck between his hands like it was nothing. he let the man fall to the floor, and stood over his dead body with an empty look in his eyes. "or your dead body, i guess."

faintly, he heard the sounds of stirring from across the room. a sleepy hum, the shifting of the hotel bed.

he walked over, calm as a light breeze on a summer's day. he stood at your bedside, then knelt down beside it. your eyes blinked open slowly, but you could hardly keep them open. "heard... noise? everything─ hmm, everything okay?"

"everything's fine," he promised, stroking your hair with all the care and tenderness in the world. "just dropped something. nothing to worry about, i'll get it cleaned up." you were moments away from drifting back into a deep sleep already, so he took a chance. "you're safe, my love. now go back to sleep." and he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"i'll take care of everything."

─ [ . : ｡✿ ]

❛ i wish i was the pedal brake that you depended on ❜

part 2 coming soon

[thetamehistorian]

I recently rediscovered the joy of Primeval and it's derailed all of my other writing plans so enjoy this snippet I guess!

Portsmouth, UK

Captain Hilary Becker had survived SAS selection, two tours of duty – which had included four miserable months in the Afghan desert with insurgents taking pot shots at him on the regular – and growing up as the only boy in a household with three older sisters.

That was to say that he categorically refused to let an overgrown prehistoric chicken become the reason his mother received a knock on the door from a sympathetic officer. With the butt of his EMD rifle nestled firmly in his shoulder he let off another burst and finally hit the sodding thing. It had been getting a little too close and bite-y for comfort for a moment there.

“Sitrep Captain?” Evan, his second and frequent bane of his life asked over the comms, presumably in the hopes that she could get off babysitting the scientist duty and have a piece of the action.

Becker didn’t so much nudge the stunned dinosaur back through the anomaly as shove it home with extreme prejudice. Look, what Abby didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. “Fan-fucking-tastic, Lieutenant.”

“SNAFU, copy that sir.”

Truer words have never been spoken.

Becker could hear the grin in Evan’s voice. There were days he was glad that Special Forces hadn’t recruited female officers back when he’d been in training. Evan was exactly the kind of feral that would have thrived in that environment, which probably explained how she’d ended up in his unit, thinking about it. It took a certain type of person to last at the ARC.

Becker tried not to contemplate what that must say about him.

Heaving himself up, EMD still trained on the anomaly, he held back at grunt as the scar tissue on his side twinged at the movement. “ETA on Temple?”

“Two minutes,” came the reply, echoed a second later by the man himself.

Finally, some good news. After the fiasco with the first, very broken, locking mechanism, and then the creature incursion, Becker could do with some haste.

“What are these little buggers anyway?” he asked, having set up in a better position to snipe any others that got ideas about coming through.

“Eoraptors,” Temple informed him, slightly out of breath. Over the sound of the comms, Becker could hear approaching footsteps. “Late Triassic.”

“Small, fast, lots of teeth, omnivores,” Matt added helpfully from somewhere halfway across the country.

Two anomalies opening at once wasn’t exactly common, but it wasn’t the first time it had happened during his time at the ARC. Becker hoped they were having more luck corralling the herd of peaceful giants back through their anomaly his team were with the overgrown chickens. Sorry – Eoraptors.

With a scuff of boots on the floor, Connor Temple burst into the room, set down the new locking mechanism and activated it with a speed that would have the instructors at Sandhurst grudgingly impressed. This time, blessedly, the anomaly behaved itself and shrunk down to a closed state. Connor let out a sigh of relief. Becker did too, but he was more subtle about it.

Then the mad genius that Becker had the misfortune to call his colleague looked at him, grinned in a mildly manic way that could have been either the result of too little sleep, or humour, or both, and said, “So, James, eh?”

Despite his attempt to hide it, Becker did not miss the way Connor’s eyes flicked down to the ID plate on his EMD, the one that matched the dog tags round his neck which clearly proclaimed him to be one Captain H J Becker.

He was well aware of the ongoing debate at the ARC regarding what those initials stood for and was just glad that Connor hadn’t overheard the first part of the conversation.

There was a reason he went by his surname, after all.

Banging his head against the wall, Becker looked up toward the ceiling of the powder magazine – grade II* listed Hils, Maddy has enthused upon their arrival, one of the best examples of a bastion trace fort in the country - and once again cursed the universe for opening an anomaly at his favourite sister’s place of work.

SNAFU - "Situation normal: all fucked up" or 'this sucks, but that's the normal state of affairs'.

[regulus-cannot-swim]

GUYS I GOT AN IDEA FEM!READER DOING THE VIGILANTE SHIT DANCE IN FRONT OF THEODORE OR MATTHEO AND SHES IN THE COSTUME AND EVERYTHING AND SHE LOOKS SO GOD DAMN HOT AND ALL THE GIRLS FROM HOGWARTS GET TO CHOSE A DANCE TO DO FOR THE MAKESHIFT ERAS TOUR AND HERMIONE HER BEST FRIEND SIGNED THE READER UP FOR VIGILANTE SHIT AND THE READER IS THE BIGGEST SWIFTIE EVER AND SHE GETS SO POPULAR FOR BEING A SWIFTIE AND IS KNOWN AS THE BIGGEST SWIFTIE SO THE GIRLS RUNNING THE MAKESHIFT ERAS TOUR AUTOMATICALLY SIGN HER UP FOR THE ENTIRE MIDNIGHTS ERA AND ITS THE MOST HYPED THING EVER AND ALL THE PROFESSORS STUDENTS EVERYONE AT HOGWARTS GOT BEJWELED FOR IT AND THE GIRLS RUNNING IT EVEN MADE LIKE A STAGE AND STADIUM REPLICA AND ITS SUPER HYPED EVERYONES EXCITED BUT THEY ALL GO FERAL FOR THE READER (in a supportive way execpt for Mattheo or Theodore 🤭🤭)

The Biggest Swiftie: A Hogwarts Tale

Author's note: Sorry it took so long to write this. I've never written anything like this before so I hope you enjoy. It was fun to write!

Y/n paced nervously in front of Theodore and Mattheo, dressed in her Vigilante Shit costume. She had never performed in front of anyone before, let alone her crush and his best friend. But Hermione had signed her up for the Makeshift Eras Tour, and now she was obligated to perform.

She had chosen to dance to Taylor Swift's "The Man," a song that spoke to her inner feminist. And if she was being honest with herself, the lyrics made her feel like a badass vigilante.

But as she took her place on the makeshift stage, she felt her nerves start to overtake her. What if she messed up? What if she looked ridiculous? What if they didn't like her?

The music started, and she lost herself in the beat. She threw her whole body into the dance, embracing her inner vigilante. She felt powerful, strong, in control.

When she finished the routine, she was breathing heavily, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked up and saw the stunned expressions on the faces of the people watching her. They were all silent for a moment, taking in what they had just witnessed.

But then the applause started. It started slowly, but soon the entire Great Hall was filled with cheers and clapping. Y/n looked over at Hermione, who was beaming with pride.

The next few weeks were a blur for Y/n. She was suddenly the most popular girl at Hogwarts, known not only for her vigilante skills but also for her love of Taylor Swift. She became known as the biggest Swiftie at the school, and everyone wanted to be her friend.

As the Makeshift Eras Tour continued, Y/n found herself getting more and more comfortable on stage. She discovered that she loved performing, loved the rush of adrenaline she got from being in front of an audience.

But as much as she loved being on stage, there was one person who didn't seem to be impressed by her newfound popularity - Theodore. He was distant, almost cold towards her, and Y/n didn't know what to do.

She tried to talk to him, tried to get him to open up, but he always seemed to shut her out. Y/n didn't know what had happened between them, but she wished she could fix it.

As the tour came to a close, Y/n found herself standing on the stage, looking out at the sea of faces in front of her. She felt a sense of pride wash over her as she realized how far she had come.

And then, just as she was about to take her final bow, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see Theodore standing there, a small smile on his lips.

"You were amazing," he said, and Y/n felt her heart skip a beat. "I always knew you had it in you."

Y/n felt a wave of relief and joy wash over her. She knew that whatever had been between them before was gone now, and she was grateful for the chance to start anew.

As the audience erupted into applause, Y/n turned back to Theodore, ready to take on whatever came next. She was a vigilante, after all - she could handle anything.