#the tortured poets society

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this photo is so pretty

[vanessa-rafesgirl]

me since april 19th

[breezeoddity]

you look like Clara Bow

you look like Stevie Nicks

you look like Taylor Swift

[youreverydayfangirl]

i love you its ruining my life

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟa tortured poets series *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

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MY BOY ONLY BREAKS HIS FAVOURITE TOYS ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where y/n sainz is getting sick of this on and off game lando is playing with her, she confronts him about it and things end in a way she didn't want them to

date posted: tbc

DOWN BAD ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she falls into a depression, her brother picks his side and lando moves on all to quickly

date posted: tbc

FORTNIGHT ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she tries to pull herself together, further heartbreak happens and a proposition is made

date posted: tbc

FLORIDA ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she gets lost her head, he's there to look after her and she decides to accept his propisition

date posted: tbc

BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she reveals her 'relationship' is revealed to the public, internet chaos ensues and she starts getting what she wants

date posted: tbc

THE BLACK DOG ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she is constantly reminded of her heartbreak, falls deeper into the hole in her mind but this time someone's there to pull her out

date posted: tbc

THE SMALLEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where shes not sad anymore just mad, a public fight occurs and she leans on the one person she never thought she'd want support from

date posted: tbc

SO LONG LONDON ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she decides its time to move on, says goodbye and realises maybe what shes always needed and wanted has been right there

date posted: tbc

GUILTY AS SIN? ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she tries to push back on unexpected feelings, someones looses their seat and an event leads to feelings being revealed

date posted: tbc

FRESH OUT THE SLAMMERˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she knows whose arms shes running into, shes not sure how he will respond and someone starts to regret their actions

date posted: tbc

IMGONNAGETYOUBACK ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she will do her best to get him back, they finally stop dancing around their feelings and for once she finds herself happy

date posted: tbc

SO HIGH SCHOOL ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she gets to spend time learning about him, cant help but think of less than appropriate thoughts and they finally go on that date

date posted: tbc

THE ALCHEMY ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where he finally gets what he always wanted, a championship is won and the rest of the world melts away

date posted: tbc

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[let-them-fight]

TAYLOR SWIFT VS HATSUNE MIKU… AND KAGAMINE RIN

[brenninthetaylorverse]

"i'm so depressed but I act like it's my birthday!" under the best pop beat i've ever heard

[misty-thecat]

Is it just me or the songs on The Tortured Poets Department sound the same? It's like they all blend together at some point....at first listen there is not one song stuck in my head. And this is coming from someone who genuinely enjoys her music ...Red is one of my faves. You could swap the songs from Midnights and TTPD and I wouldn't be able to tell. I think she should start working with a new producer. Although I stopped being a fan since the breakup, I was still looking forward to new music .... I was excited for what new sound she would explore but it was disappointing to hear the same old repetitive Jack Antonoff synth pop genre.

She probably needs a break .... all this hyper production in the past few years with so many albums and their multiple versions must have had an impact on her creativity and quality...also a lot of lyrics are just......eh I don't know the right words, but she can do better for an artist of her magnitude and caliber.

Also, I feel like the aesthetic for the album does not match the music...like the dark academia/old books thing doesn't really go with the songs for me. Again, they sound a lot like something from Midnights due to the production so probably that's why I feel like that.

Another thing, the album seems to be mostly about the 1975 dude, but the marketing pointed to Joe Alwyn which led to him being harassed by her fans and she did nothing. That was horrible of her. It's these kinds of things that led me to leave that fandom. Even Ariana put out a statement when she released her new album.

Overall, I expected a better album from her. She really needs to take a break. The overexposure and overproduction are not looking good.

[goldenstattoo]

— A fortnight til Paris 🤍

[aliiaart]

every breath feels like rarest air

[amateur-scribbler]

When will the last time I ever mourn us be?

Will it be a random Tuesday when my grief lets me go? Or will I always find a path back to our bed where you let the warmth wither leaving me in the cold all alone?

The last time I think of you might not be some profound longing thought. I might just find myself wondering if that guitar of yours is finally playing some happier chords.

The grief will leave but, that age old adage rings true; grief lives with you, but sometimes it gives you reprieve by simply stepping into the other room.

In that reprieve, the truth hits hard like lightning cracking through a tree. I’m finally realising I am only mourning the romanticised idea I made us out to be.

I’ll be the bride in all black - t.k.o

[rosesxnish]

“The bolter” girls are also “suburban legends” girls because all they ever knew was to leave until they met that one person who made them want to change it, who made them rethink everything that they’ve stood for. They are the “as she was leaving, it felt like breathing” girls who at the end of it all realised that “I didn’t come here to make friends, we were born to be suburban legends” but maybe it’s too late for that realisation now. They are the “I broke my own heart cause you were too polite to do it” because all along they keep thinking that all they’ll ever be is suburban legends, that no matter what happens at the end of it, she’ll have to bolt regardless. They are the “Hearts are hers for the breaking, there’s escape in escaping” girls until they realise that if they escape this once, the only heart they’ll be breaking would be their own, that no matter what, this once, they have NO escape. They are the girls who never planned on going to the class reunion but ended up “walking in with you” and “surprised the whole school”. They are the girls who always thought “that as she was leaving, it felt like breathing” but instead ended up realising that they’ve found something who’d be “more than a chapter in my old diary with the pages ripped out.” Perhaps, the bolter girls stayed for someone, only to find the comfort of escape all over again.

[penumbrapens]

Indirect trauma dumping because its my birthday?

[natsgrave]

THE MANUSCRIPT | wanda maximoff

the only thing that's left is the manuscript. one last souvenir from my trip to your shores. now and then i reread the manuscript but the story isn't mine anymore. i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime!! masterlist whispers of heartache m.list

It was a serene Saturday afternoon, and Y/N and Wanda were cozily ensconced in their favorite spot in the living room. The fireplace crackled softly, casting a warm glow over the room. They were wrapped in a shared blanket on the couch, Wanda's head resting on Y/N's shoulder, a feeling of contentment enveloping them.

"Y/N," Wanda began softly, breaking the comfortable silence. "Have you ever thought about what our wedding would be like?"

Y/N smiled, tilting her head to look at Wanda. "All the time. What about you? What do you imagine?"

Wanda's eyes sparkled with excitement as she shifted to face Y/N fully. "I've always dreamed of an outdoor wedding. Somewhere surrounded by nature, maybe a beautiful garden or a vineyard. Lots of flowers, twinkling fairy lights, and the sun setting in the background."

Y/N nodded, picturing the scene vividly. "That sounds perfect. I can see you walking down the aisle, looking stunning in a dress that flows with the breeze. I'd be waiting for you at the altar, feeling like the luckiest person in the world."

Wanda blushed slightly, her smile widening. "And what about the ceremony? How do you see it?"

"I think it should be intimate," Y/N said thoughtfully. "Just our closest friends and family. I want it to feel personal and meaningful. We could write our own vows, speaking from the heart about our journey and our love for each other."

Wanda's eyes misted over at the thought. "I love that idea. Our own vows, spoken with all the emotion and memories we've shared. It would make the moment even more special."

Y/N reached out, taking Wanda's hand in hers. "And after the ceremony, we could have a reception under the stars. A big tent with fairy lights, good music, and delicious food. Lots of dancing, laughter, and love filling the air."

Wanda squeezed Y/N's hand, her heart swelling with happiness. "Yes, and we could have a dance floor set up in the middle of the garden. Our first dance as a married couple would be to our favorite song, something that means a lot to both of us."

Y/N grinned. "Maybe 'Can't Help Falling in Love'? It's timeless and beautiful, just like you."

Wanda's cheeks flushed with warmth. "I love that song. It would be perfect for our first dance." ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Y/N stood in the middle of the sprawling garden, taking a deep breath as she surveyed the space. This was where their dream would come to life, where Wanda's vision of a perfect wedding would unfold. The garden was a beautiful, verdant expanse, with lush greenery and vibrant flowers blooming everywhere. It was a picturesque setting, and Y/N could already see the transformation beginning in her mind.

The first step was to ensure the area was properly prepared. She had spent weeks coordinating with a team of landscapers and gardeners, making sure every detail was perfect. The grass was meticulously trimmed, and the flowerbeds were overflowing with colorful blooms. There were roses, lilies, daisies, and tulips, each chosen for their vibrant colors and sweet fragrances. The garden's natural beauty would serve as the perfect backdrop for Wanda's special day.

Next, Y/N focused on the seating arrangements. She wanted to create an intimate yet elegant setting for their guests. She decided on wooden chairs with white cushions, arranged in neat rows facing a beautiful archway covered in flowers. She enlisted the help of a skilled florist who spent hours weaving flowers and greenery into the arch, making it a stunning focal point.

As she supervised the setup, Y/N couldn't help but smile, thinking about how Wanda's eyes would light up when she saw everything. She knew how much this day meant to her, and she was determined to make it perfect. The ceremony area was taking shape beautifully, but there was still so much more to do.

Moving on to the reception area, Y/N envisioned a large tent set up in the middle of the garden. The tent would be draped with white fabric, creating a soft, romantic atmosphere. She worked closely with the rental company to ensure the tent was spacious and elegant, with enough room for dining, dancing, and mingling.

Inside the tent, Y/N decided on round tables covered with crisp white linens. She chose centerpieces of wildflowers arranged in mason jars, adding a touch of rustic charm. Each table was set with fine china, polished silverware, and crystal glasses, creating a beautiful contrast with the natural setting. Small, flickering candles were placed around the centerpieces, adding a warm and inviting glow.

The dance floor was another important aspect of the reception. Y/N envisioned a wooden dance floor under the stars, surrounded by twinkling fairy lights. She spent hours stringing the lights across the garden, ensuring they were evenly spaced and would create a magical atmosphere once the sun set. The lights would not only illuminate the dance floor but also add a whimsical touch to the entire area.

Y/N also arranged for a small stage where the band would play. She and Wanda had chosen a local band known for their ability to set the perfect mood, from soft, romantic ballads to lively dance numbers. The stage was decorated with more flowers and lights, blending seamlessly with the overall theme.

The food and drink were carefully selected to match the garden setting. Y/N worked with a caterer to design a menu featuring fresh, seasonal ingredients. There would be a variety of appetizers, a sumptuous main course, and a selection of decadent desserts. A long wooden bar was set up at one end of the tent, stocked with fine wines, craft beers, and signature cocktails. Bartenders were instructed to create custom drinks that reflected Wanda's tastes, adding a personal touch to the celebration.

Finally, Y/N turned her attention to the smaller details that would make the day truly special. She designed a welcome sign made from reclaimed wood, with elegant calligraphy welcoming guests to their wedding. She also created personalized wedding favors-small potted succulents with tags that read, "Let love grow." These would be placed at each table setting, giving guests a beautiful and lasting memento of the day.

The final touches were in place. The garden was a vision of beauty, filled with vibrant flowers, twinkling lights, and elegantly set tables. Y/N stood at the entrance, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She hoped that Wanda would love what she had done, even though the day wasn't exactly what she had envisioned for them both.

As Y/N took a deep breath, she felt a presence beside her. It was Natasha, one of Wanda's closest friends and someone who had been a rock for both of them through the planning process.

"Hey, Y/N," Natasha said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "You did a really great job with everything. It's absolutely beautiful."

Y/N turned to her, a grateful smile spreading across her face. "Thanks, Nat. That means a lot coming from you. I just wanted everything to be perfect for her."

Natasha nodded, her expression thoughtful. "It is perfect. Wanda is going to love it. You've put so much heart into this, and it shows."

Y/N looked down, her hands trembling slightly. "I just want her to be happy."

As the music started to play softly, signaling that the ceremony was about to begin, Natasha gave Y/N one last encouraging smile. "Are you ready?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart aching but resolute. "Yeah, I'm ready."

Natasha gave her one final squeeze before walking towards the seating area, leaving Y/N standing at the entrance. She watched as the guests took their places, the garden filling with an air of anticipation and excitement.

And then she saw her— Wanda, looking breathtakingly beautiful in her wedding dress, her eyes sparkling with happiness taking in the beauty of the garden and the thoughtful details that Y/N had put into making her dream a reality. Wanda's gaze found Y/N's, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Wanda's eyes softened, and she mouthed, "Thank you," her expression filled with gratitude and love.

Y/N managed a bittersweet smile, nodding slightly as she mouthed back, "You're welcome."

As the wedding march began to play, Wanda turned and started her walk down the aisle towards her groom, Vision. Y/N's heart clenched as she watched Wanda move gracefully, every step taking her further away from the dreams they had once shared.

Y/N found a spot at the back, where she could quietly watch the ceremony without drawing attention. She saw the joy in Wanda's eyes, the love between her and Vision palpable. It was a beautiful ceremony, filled with heartfelt vows and tender moments.

As Wanda and Vision exchanged rings and sealed their union with a kiss, Y/N couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They flowed freely down her cheeks, a mix of sadness and acceptance. She was happy for Wanda, truly, but the ache in her heart was undeniable.

Natasha found her after the ceremony, pulling her into a comforting hug. "You did great, Y/N. It's okay to feel what you're feeling. Just remember, you're stronger than you think." Natasha placed a reassuring hand on Y/N's shoulder. "You're incredibly strong for doing this, Y/N. Letting Wanda go and still making sure her day is perfect— it takes a lot of courage and selflessness."

Y/N sighed, her eyes glistening with tears. "I just… I love her so much. I want her to have everything she's ever dreamed of, even if it means I'm not the one standing beside her."

Natasha gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Wanda is lucky to have someone like you in her life. And remember, you're strong enough to get through this. You've shown that already."

Y/N nodded, wiping her tears away. "Thanks, Nat. I needed to hear that. I just… I need a moment."

Natasha gave her a reassuring pat on the back before heading back to join the other guests. Y/N took a deep breath, looking around the garden one last time. She had poured her heart into this place, for Wanda's happiness, and that was something she could be proud of.

As she walked away, leaving the newlyweds to their joy, Y/N felt a sense of closure. She had given her all, and now it was time to find her own path, her own happiness. The garden, with its beauty and memories, would always be a testament to the love she had for Wanda, a love that was selfless and true.

Ans now, the only thing that's left is the manuscript. Now and then Y/N reread the manuscript, but the story isn't hers anymore.

hi, everyone! i hope you like this one, i really don't know how to feel about this... i hope this is good enough and reblog is highly appreciated!

[youreverydayfangirl]

i love you, its ruining my life

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟa tortured poets series *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Y/n Sainz is many things. Shes a musician, Shes an artist, but shes also a girl. One who had gotten her heart broken one too many times by Lando Norris. So when Charles Leclerc, a former friend turned enemy comes up with a proposition, she accepts willing to give Lando one more chance before she leaves for good. What she didn't expect, is to fall for someone she swore she hated. New music? A hot bae? Online fights? What more could a girl want.

Masterlist coming soon...