#valentines for ts.

[andichoseyou]

Valentine's Day (Taylor's Version)

[loganslowdown4]

What is with them and bagels? 😂

Alone On Valentine’s Day SvS: Redux

I feel like they need bagels in a later episode for the rule of 3rds to play out this joke’s life span 😌

Like if someone else says ‘you know what we need?’ And they both say ‘bagels’ together like idiots and they’re holding bagels, like idiots, I need the bagel idiot continuation lmao

[spacehero-23]

TSC as The Tortured Poets Departament 🪶📜🤍

Ngl, some of them were really hard and some clicked right away. But i’m pretty proud of it. Let me know what you think! 

Fortnite - Matthew Fairchild - I love you, it’s ruining my life

The Tortured Poets Departament - James and Cordelia  

My boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys - Charles and Alastair

Down Bad - Kit and Ty

So Long, London - Robert and Maryse

But Daddy I Love Him - Annabel - "Stay away from her" The saboteurs protested too much

Fresh Out the Slammer - James Herondale - Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to

Florida!!! - Matthew Fairchild - Love left me like this and I don't want to exist. So take me to Florida

Guilty as Sin? - Julian and Emma - What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me? - Annabel Blackthorn - Then say they didn't do it to hurt me. But what if they did?

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - Valentine and Jocelyn

loml - Amatis Greymark 

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart - Izzy Lightwood - The lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night" I can show you

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived - James Herondale - And I don't even want you back, I just want to know If rusting my sparkling summer was the goal

The Alchemy - Thomas and Alastair - 'Cause the sign on your heart Said it's still reserved for me. Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

Clara Bow - Kit Herondale - “What kind of Herondale will you be? William or Tobias? Stephen or Jace? Beautiful, bitter, or both?”

The burden of being a Herondale. All those names you have to live up to.  Live up to the legend of Jace Herondale, the boy with the angel blood. Live up to James Herondale, the son your mother lost. See all the ways you’re similar, and all the ways you're not. Live up to the expectation of being the Lost Heir and live the burden that comes with that. And remember that one day another Herondale will come and they might feel the same way about you.

This was really fun! And i am planning on making part with The Anthology 🤍

[mothstache]

Happy Valentine's day lol

[angelbitezzz]

Here to wish you a late happy valentines!

[mmemirrorball]

a little valentines esque taylor doodle for today

[confusedasever]

Happy Valentine’s Day <3

Logan sanders is my valentine and I love this little goober so much

I would die/kill for him

[cofe-doodles]

happy (early) valentine's day <333

[grimzgrimz]

Will you be his valentine?

[tyrasanege]

Last hour's news!

IT FINALLY ARRIVED AFTER 5 MONTHS!

I'm happy it's Thomas because he's one of the ones I wanted!

[loganslowdown4]

My bois 🥹❤️💙

[intr0verted-weird0]

[starlocked01]

V's Day

Just a short little one shot to get back into writing and celebrate Valentine's 💜💚

Romantic Dukexiety WC: 529 Content Warnings: Mild gore, suggestive language, swearing, kissing

“Oh my god, put that thing away!!” 

“Aww, c’mon, V. It’s for you!” Remus pushes closer, causing Virgil to retch just a bit at the sight. 

“I don’t want it- I specifically asked you not to-” Virgil chokes out, trying to look away despite a swiftly growing morbid curiosity.

Remus grins, “Baby, please? It’s all yours-”

“Ugh,” Virgil bites his lip, looking at the organ in Remus’ hand, “it’s throbbing-”

“All the harder because of what you do to me, baby,” Remus croons, “dontcha wanna touch it?”

“Not really. Just put it back, Rem, please?” Virgil pleads, gently pushing him away by the shoulder. 

“When I said I was gonna give it to you, I meant that shit, V,” Remus steps closer again, “c’mon! Just a little poke!”

“Put that thing back where it came from-”

“No! It’s happy to see you!”

Virgil stares downward, “Is it actually… that small?”

“Hey! I pride myself on anatomical correctness! Gore isn’t fun if it’s cartoonish!” Remus pouts.

Virgil chuckles a bit, still biting back his lunch, “Sorry, I just thought the heart would be bigger than that… please put it back in your chest?”

Remus pouts, stuffing the little beating, blood-spurting, pink mass back into his skin as though he were storing a phone in his pocket, “But, baby-”

Virgil sits on the armrest of the couch and pulls Remus into his lap, “Look, I appreciate the thought and the effort. Very much our style. Still a bit squeamish about blood.”

“But I wanted to actually give you my heart,” Remus pouts harder, slumping against Virgil’s shoulder.

“I know I already have it, metaphorically,” Virgil holds him tight, rubbing a hand soothingly on Remus’ outer thigh, “And you have mine- again metaphorically.” 

“I could literally take it,” Remus offers, “I’d keep it real safe. Wouldn’t let anyone try to hurt you.”

 Virgil chuckles, “thanks, but I need my heart rate. It helps me keep tabs on everything.” 

Remus sighs, “I guess- if I can’t take it, I bet I can make it race,” he smirks and presses a kiss right over Virgil’s carotid, giggling as he feels the spike in his heart rate. 

Virgil laughs, “Scoundrel!”

“Guilty as charged,” Remus grins, throwing his weight to push them both down on the couch cushions. He wraps his squirming boyfriend in a hug and keeps kissing at his neck and face until the anxious side laughingly begs him to stop. Remus pulls back with a grin, admiring flushed cheeks and mussed hair and just a hint of a purple sparkle under dark eye bags.

“Fuck you’re so hot. If you won’t let me give you my heart, will you at least let me be your Valentine?”

Virgil flushes darker and reaches up to cup Remus’ cheek, “Absolutely, mon cœur.”

Remus blushes and turns his head to kiss Virgil’s palm, kissing down to his wrist to feel that heartbeat on his lips once again, a rhythm swift as a river and sweeter than honey and all his.

“I love you,” he murmurs, looking up to meet Virgil’s eyes. 

Virgil smiles and pulls him close, pressing their lips together before murmuring back, “Love you too.”

[whisperthatruns]

In prison

In prison without being accused or reach your family or have a family             You have conscience heart trouble asthma manic-depressive (we lost the baby) no meds no one no window black water nail-scratched walls your pure face turned away embarrassed you who the earth was for.

Jean Valentine, Break the Glass (Copper Canyon Press, 2010)