#ts hoax

[sapphos-honey]

[valerielovestaylorswift]

Stood on the cliffside

Screaming, "Give me a reason"

Your faithless love's the only hoax

I believe in

Don't want no other shade of blue

But you

No other sadness in the world would do

@taylorswift @taylornation

[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

hoax // this is me trying // is it over now?

[keineheimat]

[andichoseyou]

The Eras Tour surprise songs parallels

June 28, 2024—Dublin, Ireland: Sweet Nothing / hoax (mashup)

[crossedmythoughtlessheart]

Hoax by Taylor Swift // The Death of Sappho by Miguel Carbonel Selva

[lossisyours]

“you knew the password so i let you in the door” → “was it hazing? for a cruel fraternity i pledged — and i still mean it”

[dosomethingbabe]

hoax — t.s

[tayligion]

Taylor Swift in folklore : the long pond studio sessions 2020

[ncutii-gatwa]

hoax, t.s

[reticenceofladyeva]

hoax iii (my smoking gun)

Zuko is behaving oddly.

Her brother has always been overeager, to an extreme fault, but he has always known to let her go for the kill. He's never had the stomach for it anyway.

He's never had the stomach for civilian casualties either, Azula muses as her eyes linger on his scarred face.

"What?" he snaps, glaring at her.

That, at least, is familiar. "Oh, nothing," she says, keeping her face carefully neutral. "I was just wondering what possessed you to take up with some Water Tribe peasant."

Zuko's eyes narrow fractionally, but he doesn't protest as she expects. Interesting.

"I thought she would lead me to the Avatar."

Azula holds back a derisive snort. It won't do to alienate him now. "You've certainly had worse ideas," she says instead, mildly. "A pity I'd already captured him."

This does pull a reaction out of him, and Azula waits as he rails about how it was my task to capture the Avatar, and how will Father ever accept me now that you're the one who captured him, blah, blah blah.

Azula's perfectly reddened lips twitch.

She'll tell him Father doesn't know the Avatar has been in her custody at a more opportune time. Zuko has always been a reliably useful fool. It doesn't appear he's about to stop now.

Just the same, Zuko is behaving oddly.

[your-darling-gaze]

When you are young, they assume you know nothing... ___________________

___________________

We always walked a very thin line, Never learned to read my mind, Couldn't even see the signs, I gave so many signs..

If my wishes came true, I could have been you...

I knew you'd haunt all of my what ifs, the smell of smoke would hang around this long, but I knew everything when I was young...

Remember when I pulled up and said 'Get in the car..', Cancelled my plans just in case you called, Back when I was livin' for the hope of it all, to live for the hope of it all...

Was so ahead of the curve, that the curve became a sphere, fell at the back of the class, that's how I ended up here, pouring out my heart to a stranger but I didn't pour the whiskey, I just wanted you to know, that this is me trying...

But I'm still a Believer and I don't know why, and I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try...

Because the greatest films of all time were never made...

And you're the hero flying around, saving face And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? Cursing my name, wishing I stayed Look at how my tears ricochet...

And I can go anywhere I want Anywhere I want, just not home...

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves...

I'm only 17, I don't know anything, but I know I miss you.

-Folklore and The Tortured Poets Department T.S ______________________

[andichoseyou]

staring at the ceiling with you

oh, you don't ever say too much

do something babe

say something (say something)

lavender haze / paper rings / exile / hoax / midnight rain / bejeweled / hits different/ bigger than the whole sky / the great war / you're losing me

[lapsusophobia]

you have beaten my heart

Status: scrapped/unfinished

TW: none

Pair(s): Erikstine

Note: well, my plans including working on the next chapter for my Heart Phic are post-poned ‘till I find sometime to breath without having academic work slowly driving me to insanity. anyways, this was done back in February (I know, long time) for an English Assignment but I decided to transcribe it into my Google Docs as well. it’s a short POTO Modern AU (with 1990 Miniseries Erik and Christine) in which Erik is Christine’s canto teacher. enjoy xx

“I’m tired.” Christine finally broke the silence which started to press on her shoulders as if she was carrying the weight of the world on her poor spine. Her response was weak, however, resembling a murmur, a shy whisper, a person on the verge of tears rather than the strong, confident and beautiful woman she was. Her voice, though, had lost its courage, and was now merely helping her. Her jade green eyes were stormy, gray of weariness, and she began to feel her eyelids heavy like a pair of iron cuffs, keeping them open seemed suddenly a work too though.

She gulped a sip of tea, still hot enough to burn her tongue, but didn’t seem to mind that much. The warm, sweet aroma of lavender compensated for the little sting she got on the tip of her tongue, and the honey did help her slightly sore throat. Her golden beige curls couldn’t be tamed anymore by the elastic nor the hair pins which kept it still for the whole day. They were now falling freely on her shoulders like an aureade cascade, her hair accessories resting on the little coffee table next to the tea tray. She kept her gaze fixed on the graphite coloured wooden floor, too foolish to face her Maestro.

“Christine.” Erik interrupted her, yet not in a harsh manner. He spoke softly, gently, with an envying calm in his voice. “I don’t want you to feel like you are being forced to tell me what’s gnawing you so bad. You don’t have to do it if you feel like I might not be worth your trust. But if you wish, if you consider me worthy of helping you lift this heavy rock off your chest, please, look me in the eyes. We are no Maestro and student now. I am just a man, and you are just a woman. I won’t judge you for whatever may not let you sleep at night. Do you trust me, Christine Daaé?”

And the problem was that she did, she did trust him. Trusted him so heavily that she would let her heart in his hands to take care of it. In fact, she already had. She let her voice in his care, to modelate it, to train her to perfection. She let him help her sew herself a pair of golden wings for her to stretch open one day and fly, fly high to the sky. If there was any other glass in this world other than hers in which Christine would pour her soul into like a fine wine, it would be Erik’s cup. For she knew that he wouldn’t spill a single drop of her essence and nor take advantage of it.

And she would have trusted him with other things as well.