#would've been by doing hoax as well

[notesonartistry]

I screamed so loud but no-one heard a thing -> old habits die screaming

[itsgrimeytime]

I Told You Now (Part Two) || Rick Grimes (TWD) × gn!reader

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker

Part 1

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Inspiration: I've Told You Now by Sam Smith or "But what the hell, why do you think I come 'round here on my free will? Wasting all my precious time... Oh, the truth spills out and oh I...I've told you now."

Summary: You were in love with Rick, not that he knew. You weren't sure you were ever going to tell him. What could you say, you loved the kids and didn't want to lose them too. It was too risky. But finding out he was chasing after some married woman was just the last straw.

TWs: avoidance, a little bit of crying, not really unrequited love, and a teeny-tiny bit of angst (with a happy ending).

[[A/N: The song hits, totally worth this little two-parter. A happy ending!!! Finally. Enjoy :)) ]]

You were avoiding him, as long as you physically could.

Which was apparently a long time. A month, maybe. You weren't keeping count.

You aren't sure how it spread, but suddenly, everyone was a buffer. Maggie had started it, offering to take Judith to you from Rick, and it had just spiraled. He couldn't get a foot in front of your house, someone was always in the way -even Daryl had leaned up against your porch once, shaking his head. Rick had been particularly disheartened that time.

You saw him throughout Alexandria, sometimes watching him out of your window -even as he tried to come talk to you.

Since then, he seemed to be rougher around the edges. Blue eyes heavy with hair messy and hardly wearing his uniform anymore. Sometimes, if you paid enough attention, you could see the bags under his eyes get heavier. You wondered if he had been sleeping, and had asked Maggie. She didn't know, but the two of you could gather the truth.

Never with Jessie. You'd never seen him with Jessie. Not since that day, you weren't sure exactly why.

Was he afraid that it'd hurt your feelings? He'd already done that, why be afraid to now?

You weren't even sure what he wanted to say to you. Sorry? That was too much work just to apologize. He'd been trying since about a week after your confession, every day since then. Had he truly just wanted to apologize?

If not that, then what?

You really had no idea.

"Are you ready?" Maggie asked, poking her head through your front door.

You pursed your lips, straightening your shirt in the mirror ever-so-slightly, "Why is she doing this again?"

She being Deanna. She'd been trying to throw dinners where the whole community came for... togetherness, or something. This had been the first time everyone agreed to it. The divide was exhausting, and everyone wanted to try something new.

You weren't exactly pumped, to say the least.

Rick was going to be there, and while you had been adjusting to his absence, you weren't handling it well. You still loved him as much as you did a month ago, it hadn't stopped. You thought it would've stopped by now-

Then again, something lasting years wasn't just going to vanish in a month, was it?

"You know why," Maggie replied, watching you shift a few things about your appearance, "-she's been drillin' it into our heads for months."

That she had.

"Yeah, yeah," you agreed, making your way to her side, "-let's just get this over with."

That led you to here, as you sipped on a drink and leaned against a wall. It was a little like you were in college and had come to a party without any of your friends. Except you were surrounded by friends.

Carol had even come up to you a few minutes ago, holding your shoulders and looking at you the way she always did now (something a little like pity), "You alright?"

You had shooed her away, telling her to enjoy the dinner, that you were fine-

And you were. Kinda.

You kept feeling his eyes on you, just watching you -maybe waiting for you to make a move. Or maybe he was just looking to look. Maybe, your mind treacherously thought, he missed you.

You swallowed the rest of your drink at that thought. Silencing your mind, that's enough.

Placing your glass on the table just to your left, you peered along the crowd. Everyone was mingling, groups pinched off and chattering. You weren't sure what about, maybe just their experiences within the apocalypse? It was surely depressing though, so-

Maggie had initially told you to stick by her side, but she and Glenn were too much; cute, really, but not helpful to your situation. You had the spare thought to join Daryl, he was in his own little corner, but you thought it best to leave him be. Everybody needed their alone time, especially him.

So, with that thought, you left your glass on the table and decided to head home. You debated telling Maggie that you were, but the crowd that separated the two of you was not worth it. You thought you saw Deanna in the mix somewhere, and you really did not want to deal with her right now.

You slipped out of the door in silence.

You hadn't really thought that he would see you duck out, that he might be inclined to follow you. You should have.

The night was chilly, sunsetting, eerily quiet, and you suddenly had the thought you were the first to leave. You wouldn't be surprised, to be fair; you were there for about an hour after the actual dinner. Socializing was the main point of it all, why would anyone leave early?

Whatever, there was always the next one.

You slowly made your way down the stairs, feet padding along the wood and then down onto the road; you weren't in a rush. In fact, the street was kind of peaceful when silent, and the sunset really was beautiful. Made you feel a little like you weren't in the apocalypse, despite the low groans you could hear outside the fence. You stopped for a second to see it, the pinks and oranges dusting along the sky.

Then, there was a creak like the wood of a porch step under someone's feet.

You let out a heavy breath, of course.

You weren't scared then, somehow. It made your chest hurt, yeah, but you'd expected it eventually. You couldn't avoid him forever.

"Hey, Rick," you spoke into the chilly air, not moving or turning to face him.

It seemed to startle him -you heard the footsteps stop in their place for a moment. You crossed your legs then, sitting on the street -watching the sunset with a renewed focus.

You knew your clothes were getting dirty, but somehow, you had laundry. And you were kind of used to dirty clothes, it made you feel a little less alien here. It had been a while since you got here, but you still felt... odd. Out of place.

Now, though, as you sat and watched the sky, you felt at home. Human.

You heard his footsteps start up again -his slow gait ringing familiar in your head, all the way up until he was right beside you. Wordlessly, he sat down.

His woodsy smell was the first thing you noted, seeping into your nose -there was something in you that felt like you could never forget it. And then you just felt his presence, he sat close enough that you could feel his body heat -your elbows would bump if your hands weren't sat in your lap. Finally, you felt his eyes bore into your side -flicking back and forth from you to the sky.

"It's pretty, isn't it?"

Rick seemed to think about it for a second, and you felt like his eyes were still on you, "Yeah, it is."

"Makes me feel human again," you responded, honestly, "-I used to wait to watch the sunrise some nights. Makes me feel like I'm there again."

His eyes moved to the sky then, and out of the corner of your eye, you looked at him. He was wearing a white button-up, the first few undone and his hair wasn't as messy. You mindlessly wondered if he'd made an effort for the dinner, or maybe he'd just... gotten over it all.

A string of your heart snapped at the thought, stinging your chest.

"When I was a kid," he suddenly started, words low and mumbly (but maybe it was just the accent), "-used to go out on my roof when I couldn't sleep, watch the sunrise. Momma 'ated me for it."

You laughed a little, and almost immediately his eyes were back on you -scattering along the side of your face. It felt like your heart was in your throat, and if you hadn't confessed already, you felt like you might've done it then.

"What do you want to say?" you asked, heavy, and curious. It felt right to say it.

"What?" he questioned, "-To you?"

"Yeah," you inhaled a breath, turning to him -you'd forgotten what it had felt like to hold his eye contact, "-you keep coming back. That... That can't be as simple as an apology."

Rick hummed, seemingly taking you in a moment.

"Unless," you recanted -a little overwhelmed at the attention, "-it was. I guess I don't know."

He took your words in stride, eyes glazing back over onto the sky. Yours followed them, tracing over the wispy clouds -the colors were fading to darkness, and it wouldn't be long until it was over.

"'S been a shitty month," he finally said.

You laughed a little, and you could see his lips quirked up out of the corner of your eye. You had missed him, a lot. Why couldn't you be friends again?

"God, Rick, I'm in fucking love with you!"

Right. Your heart twisted in your chest -you mindlessly put a hand over it like you were protecting it somehow. You felt Rick's eyes follow the motion.

"Ya mind if we talk inside? 'Think we got some company."

Your eyes trailed back to the house, Deanna's, and sure enough, Daryl sat outside -leaning against the wall. Maggie was looking out the window, unabashedly; you had the thought that she had sent Daryl to check it out.

Daryl looked at you then, offering.

You shook your head, mouthing silently, 'I'm okay'.

He didn't wait a moment, turning back into the house -nursing a drink close to his chest. Rick watched the movement just as you did, Maggie's green eyes still blinking at you -intently, a little like she was trying to read you.

You turned back to the sky, Daryl would tell her.

"Yeah," you answered, finally -taking a long, deep breath, "-we can do that."

You'd decided your house, it was closer than his and he seemed to want you to be comfortable. You weren't sure you could be around him, not now, but the thought was nice. As soon as you slipped into the door, you pulled your shoes off -placing them by the door.

"Shoes off," you insisted.

Rick mindlessly followed the instruction, laughing a little as he slipped off his boots, "'S a little bossy, ain't it?"

You rolled your eyes, a smile biting at your lips, "You mop my floor and then we'll talk, Grimes."

Leisurely walking through your house, you made your way to the living room -a bit routinely. You'd liked having a house, but it was kind of empty. Lonely. All the houses had two floors, extra bedrooms, and it was just... you. The Grimes's household felt much nicer, rooms filled and smiling faces.

You liked being there. You missed it.

Without hesitating, you threw yourself onto the couch -landing in your typical spot. None of the other seats were really used, it made something in your chest twist.

Rick followed, sitting beside you, but leaving enough room for you to turn sideways -leaning against the arm. The pillow was even in the right spot, you guessed he could tell it was your favorite spot. Anyone could really.

Even still, he was smiling at you (practically lying down) in a way you'd never seen before. Something new. Your curiosity bit your tongue, but you refused to ask; he had enough to say, you figured a look, a smile, didn't matter.

"Ya comfortable?" He chuckled -a little teasingly.

"This is my own home," you replied -playfully, "-I'll sit however I want, Grimes."

He threw his hands up into a mock surrender, pushing himself to lay the same way -he sat up enough to still look at you.

It kinda warmed your heart to see someone else, Rick especially, on the other side of the couch. He mirrored your own stance, and something in you believed that to be special, very special.

He was still smiling at you in that same way, it made you almost furrow your eyebrows. You couldn't read it, and that was something you really weren't used to. You could usually tell by the twitch of his nose if he was upset, you'd just... known him. But this, you'd never seen this before.

You opened your mouth to ask, but Rick beat you to it.

"'S really comfortable," he mumbled, "-I'll give it to ya."

"Thank you," you cheered with a smile of your own.

You could almost imagine that it was before, and your confession hadn't happened. Just you and Rick. This moment would have been a quiet one, maybe after Judith went down for a nap. That was usually when you and Rick spent the most time together, tiny little moments in his home. But, it wasn't one of those and you knew that.

You were looking up at the ceiling -eyes smoothing across the blank space, distracting yourself, "Rick?"

He hummed in response.

"Why are you here?"

There was a silence then, and you felt him shift. You peeked over at him and saw him fully sat up -facing you, and closer than before. Something in you said to follow the movement so you did. You were sure if you hadn't, he would've asked you to.

Something about this was very serious. Or at least he thought so.

He sighed, looking down at his hands and fidgeting with them. You'd seen the habit a few times, rarely though, and you wondered why exactly he was doing it now.

"'S been a really shitty month," he repeated, a little with a laugh -something in you said it wasn't a joke.

You paused, debating your words -looking at him, and deciding on a little whisper, "Yeah, I know."

He looked up at that, blue eyes matching yours. A little like he hadn't expected it. Like maybe he thought you were doing well, healing. He couldn't have been more wrong, and something in you wanted to tell him that. That you had missed him like a limb, that you still loved him so much, that you were probably never going to get over him. No matter how hard you tried.

Your lips stayed sealed shut.

"'Ve had a lotta time to think," he murmured, eyes back onto his hands, "-ever since your... ever since ya told me."

Your eyes remained on him, patiently. Something in you itched to stop his fidgeting -pull his hands apart (maybe intertwine them), you resisted it.

"It... It started wit' an apology," he explained, now looking at you -eyes scanning along your face, "-it really did. I felt like shit for doin' 'at to you. An' I still do. I just..."

Your eyes darted between his -his eyes intense and focused like he wanted you to listen. So, you did.

"I thought I could talk to ya, when I dropped off Judith, tell ya then-" he ran a hand through his hair, "-but Maggie came to get 'er. And I thought maybe ya just needed a lil' time."

You nearly apologized because of the look in his eyes -the desperation. How long had he felt like that? Guilt twisted in your stomach.

"I gave ya a week," he continued, "-'Thought I could try now, maybe you'd wanna listen. But then..."

He looked at you.

"Well, ya already know."

You did. It spilled out before you could stop it.

"I'm sorry," you blurted, "-about all of them. I never... They just started doing it, and I... I didn't stop them-"

Your words fell short, as his hand went to hold yours -a small little embrace of comfort.

"Ya don't 'ave to do 'at," he breathed, something settling in his eyes (they kept darting to your held hands), "-you were hurtin'. I get it, really."

He seemed a little guilty, maybe about your feelings. He didn't have to be, it wasn't his fault. You were in love with him, how could he control that? You almost told him that, but he started talking again before you could.

"The longer I went without ya," he swallowed, eyes hesitant on yours, "-the more... the more I was thinkin'. Feelin'."

You wanted to soothe him, guilt creeping up your skin but it wasn't the time.

"I was tryna to understand it. Maybe, see where I had somehow missed that you... See the signs, I guess. Instead, I-" he bit his lip, "-I started just missin' ya."

His eyes were dusted with tears now, and your heart felt heavy in your chest. You still loved him, and you didn't want him to cry-

"I didn't kno' the extent, until," he looked down, wiping at his eyes, "-until time kept passin' by. I kept not seein' ya, and it just kept gettin' worse-"

You squeezed his hand once, solidly. He seemed to falter at that, like he'd forgotten; his thumb thoughtfully rubbed against your skin.

"You gotta believe me when I say-" he looked at you -straight in the eyes, "-it felt like a piece of me was gone. I felt like... like somethin' in me was missin'."

Your eyes were starting to get blurry.

"I didn't realize how much I was... used to ya," he swallowed, sniffling, "-and it just felt like this big, empty space. I kept lookin' at the couch, where you sat, and it just... it wasn't right. It wasn't supposed to be empty."

"Rick," you whispered out -he didn't listen.

"And the more I thought about it, the more I..." he let out a breath, tears rolling down his cheeks, "-the more I realized I wanted ya there."

You pressed your lips together, trying not to cry, but you could feel the spill of tears from your eyes. Slow little trickle down your cheek.

"Y/N, I-" he started, a little desperately, "-I realized somethin' in 'at month."

You almost asked what, but he cut you off.

"I love you," he echoed out -a little like he didn't expect a response, "-I can't... I can't tell ya when it started or why I didn't realize it, but I-"

You felt a sob rack through your throat, something new lighting up your chest -you knew what that look was now. God, you knew what that look was now.

"-When I was sittin' there, by myself. I just kept thinkin' 'bout you. When I met ya, when you met Carl, when you met Judith, seein' you with 'em, you in my house like ya belonged there, you do is the thing, you do."

"Rick," it bubbled up your throat, as you tried to wipe at your eyes.

Instead, he used his free hand, thumb rubbing back and forth -holding your face like you were something so precious. Were you? Precious to him?

He was looking at you that way again, "I'm just a fuckin' dumbass, and didn't realize it then."

You laughed a little then, it was a little weepy but Rick didn't seem to mind. He smiled big and bright at the noise like it was all he ever wanted to hear.

He paused for a moment, before getting more serious, "I kno' it's been a month, an' you've been tryin' to get over me. But I..."

You watched him for a moment, waiting.

"I hope you 'aven't," he finished, "-I really hope ya 'aven't because now 'at I've realized it. There's nothing more I want in my life-"

You couldn't help it then, moving your hands to cup his face -slight stubble making your palms tingle, "I haven't, I haven't. I tried, but it just... It wouldn't go away, no matter how hard I tried-"

He didn't let you finish your thought, practically leaping forward to connect his lips to yours. You were stunned for a second, before pushing forward -pressing your fingertips into his skin. It was a little salty, and a little desperate, but it was right. Everything felt right.

Something in your chest mended, healed, right then and there. As he kissed you like he needed it, like he'd been waiting forever, you felt a piece of yourself slot back into place.

You pulled back, taking a deep breath through your lungs (that kinda sounded a little like a sob), and smiling. You felt like you'd never smiled as big as you had then.

"I love you too," you expressed, fingertips still holding him, cradling him.

Rick only grinned brighter, letting out a sigh of relief -you felt your heart quicken in your chest, "Thank god."

You laughed fully then, eyes not leaving his -a twinkle shined in his, something new, something happy. You wanted to learn them all now, know him totally and completely.

You kissed a few more times before Rick seemed to be happy with it -quick presses of the lips. It made you giggle, and that would make him kiss you again. It felt neverending but you didn't mind.

He pulled back though, your hands falling from his face -instead, he placed his palm against your cheek, and you leaned into it. Smiling, he just looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. And you thought for a spare moment maybe you were.

Pretty quickly, you settled into his side -arm coming to wrap around you. His fingertips danced along your upper arm, as you nestled your head into his shoulder -as close as possible. You had a hand laid on his chest, and you could feel the thrum of his heartbeat under his skin; it made your head a little woozy.

"Wanna know somethin'?" He hummed, and you could feel the timber in his chest.

"Hmm?" You responded, eyes heavy from just being near him, being so warm.

"Carl said he was gonna kick my ass if I didn't tell ya soon," he revealed -a telling smile in his tone.

You laughed, a little in disbelief, "Really?"

"Yeah," he ran his fingers leisurely along your back, "-kid knew before I did. 'Just think, Dad.' And everyday 'at went by he kept lookin' at me like a disappointed momma. I could actually see a lil' of her in 'im-"

You laughed even louder, fidgeting with the buttons of his shirt (not enough to get them undone).

"Threatened to tell ya 'imself if I didn't," he mumbled out, a little low in tone like he didn't want to break the feeling of this moment.

"Oh," you yawned, "-I believe him. You raised one hell of a kid, Grimes."

You could feel him look down at you, so you looked up at him -a breath away. You had the initial urge to kiss him, but you'd gotten enough of that, already.

He looked at you so fondly, with a tiny smile on his lips, "Ya tired, sweetheart?"

Something in you fluttered at the name, but you expected plenty more to come. You supposed you'd get used to it.

"How could you tell?" you quipped -wiping at your eyes.

He slid a hand down the side of your face -smoothing along your skin carefully as if you were delicate. Maybe a little like a flower, and he was marveling at the beauty.

"You wanna sleep at mine?"

You blinked, slowly -a bit in shock, "Really?"

"Yeah," he smiled, something soft in his tone, "-I'd actually prefer it, so... Don't make me beg ya."

"I don't know," you teased, "-That's pretty tempting."

He didn't say anything back for a moment. Eyes languidly smoothing over your face, like he was thinking. Like he had something else to say, or maybe he was coming up with one.

It came out in a gust of words.

"What if ya just stayed?"

"Where?" you asked, tilting your head slightly to look at him better.

"Wit' me," he answered, a little casually, "-wit' the kids. In the house."

You laughed, a little in shock, "Rick... be serious."

"I am," he confirmed, his hand suddenly stopping on your back, "-I want ya there. You belong there. And I think, if ya don't-"

You waited.

"-I might 'ave to beg."

You laughed again, playfully tapping your chin, "That might be a sight to see, Grimes."

"You gonna make me beg?" he asked with a quirk of a smile, moving suddenly, "-'Cause I'll do it-"

"Rick-" you laughed again, watching him helplessly, as he made his way to the ground.

Before you could blink, he was on his knees infront of you -hands clasped together and his elbows resting on your knees.

"Rick, you don't have to-"

"Please, move in wit' me," he interrupted, eyes set solidly on yours -he was very much serious, "-I ain't gonna waste any more time, I want ya wit' me."

"You really don't have to beg," you grinned.

"Well, I am," he chuckled a little, "-so what are you sayin'?"

"Rick," you looked at him, solidly settling your eyes on his, "-it's not even a question. But yes, I'll move in with you."

He grinned brighter then, eyes sparkling in that special way you'd gotten used to by now.

"Good," he finally said, "-'cause I was gonna drag ya outta the house myself, if ya sa-"

"I'd like to see you try," you teased, and there was a little glint in his eye -mischievous.

And if he carried you through the streets of Alexandria in the middle of the night -both laughing like you couldn't stop... that was between the two of you.

Well, and Daryl who stood out on his porch -watching the two of you scamper into the night.

"Fuckin' finally."

[taylorswiftandx]

Taylor Swift and Western Astrology

Note: for this post, I tried to select only lyrics that could arguably seem like they might be referencing astrology (within my limited knowledge of it!), rather than listing all instances of terms that are used in astrology. For example, "crescent moon" appears here because moon phases can be used in astrology, but other general references to the moon are not included. For those complete lists, see stars, signs, twins, outer space, fate, sun, moon, fire, water, air, houses, animals.

'Taylor Swift'

(no astrology)

'Fearless (Taylor's Version)'

(no astrology)

'Speak Now (Taylor's Version)'

Electric Touch: I was thinking just one time, maybe the stars align and maybe I call you mine

'Red (Taylor's Version)'

State Of Grace: Just twin fire signs, four blue eyes

The Moment I Knew: And it would've felt like a million little shining stars had just aligned

All Too Well (10 Minute Version): And did the twin flame bruise paint you blue?

'1989 (Taylor's Version)'

Suburban Legends: I had the fantasy that maybe our mismatched star signs would surprise the whole school

'reputation'

(no astrology)

'Lover'

The Archer: I've been the archer, I've been the prey

'folklore'

Mad Woman: Does a scorpion sting when fighting back?

Hoax: My eclipsed sun, this has broken me down

'evermore'

Ivy: Crescent moon, coast is clear, spring breaks loose, but so does fear

Long Story Short: And he’s passing by, rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky

'Midnights'

Snow On The Beach: One night a few moons ago, I saw flecks of what could’ve been lights

Question…?: Does it feel like everything’s just, like, second best after that meteor strike?

Mastermind: Once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned

High Infidelity: Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

'The Tortured Poets Department'

Down Bad: Like I lost my twin, fuck it if I can't have him

loml: Who's gonna tell me the truth when you blew in with the winds of fate

loml: The coward claimed he was a lion

Clara Bow: Half moonshine, a full eclipse

The Prophecy: I'm so afraid I sealed my fate, no sign of soulmates

Peter: We both did the best we could do underneath the same moon in different galaxies

Other Songs written by Taylor

All Of The Girls You Loved Before: Your past and mine are parallel lines, stars all aligned and they intertwined

Official Alternate Releases

(no astrology)

[cresent971]

Another update yoongi was telling the truth i believe he was telling the truth the entire time not only did the media in south Korea portrayed him as a liar and other stuff they could've costed this man's life because of their screwenity and Digusting edits and fabrications they got against kpop idols nowadays I'm glad that yoongi was telling the truth because i knew he was telling the truth the entire time and the media didn't believe him at all and literally had the nerve to edit that fake electric scooter incident when i first saw that footage i was not that dumb nor naive to believe that was real and whoever put those funeral wreaths outside of bighit needs to be prosecuted I'm sorry but that whole situation has gotten out of hand already I never thought that the media in south Korea would do something so lowdown and deceiving that it almost costed yoongi's life because of how they painted him as a liar he is not a liar just because he speaks the truth and is honest that didn't give the Korean media to bash that man like that and make him look like a monster that scooter incident was all made up and alabarte hoax to make yoongi look like he's been doing things that make him look like a horrible person the Korean media has messed up really badly they need to be prosecuted immediately they can't even shed light on the first lady's scandals but got the damn nerve to make a fake and edited electric scooter incident on yoongi that wasn't even real this could've caused this man to take his life immediately did the Korean media not notice that massive warning sign they need to be in prison for life not only are they destroying these idols lives but making them commit suicide as well this needs to stop before something severe happens south Korea needs to put more strict and brutal laws against these situations this has gone way too far we don't need anymore young idols taking their lives because of the Korean media they don't realize if they continue this madness these idols will end up killing themselves we don't need anymore deaths or anything happening anymore this has to stop already I would be extremely heartbroken if one of the members of bts ends up taking their lives that would definitely destroy me so much I wouldn't know what to do anymore the Korean media actually needs to stop already this is going overboard and taking these things way too far I don't want anymore kpop idols committing suicide anymore it's bad enough that a lot of families and agencies have to deal with these horrible and heartbreaking news this makes me boil on the inside that this is still happening the Korean media needs to be prosecuted and held responsible for the damages they have done on the idols and how they are taking their lives because of this situation this needs to stop already this will only do more harm and severe damage among these idols and their families and close friends and their agencies as well i don't think the Korean media realizes that situation right there if they weren't so darn blind and quit destroying these idols lives for their false headlines and other stuff I'm at a loss for words right now this has gone way too far I hope the Korean media gets prosecuted and other stuff they put an innocent man in bts through so much crap that it wasn't funny anymore I'm not amused anymore this was dangerous and severe did they not realize if that was actually real they could have caused a bts member to take his life and this would cause severe problems and situations in south Korea and around the world as well I'm glad that footage wasn't real that would've caused yoongi to take his life because of the Korean media themselves I'm absolutely digusted by this outcome this needs to brought to justice and i hope yoongi gets a lawsuit as well this could've destroyed his life immediately and caused something so severe it would severely affect the world by storm thank goodness that didn't happen i would not be happy at all I would be heartbroken and depressed and miserable and upset and i wouldn't stop crying at all

[pinkorchidsinspring]

Reasons why Midnights is a breakup album:

This gives off echoes of pain, She was hurt so bad that she did this masterpiece.

What if I told you none of it was accidental?

Cornelia being so near and dear to Taylor and karlie's relationship. What happened that Taylor felt like Karlie wasn't even trying to maintain a relationship anymore?

"I didn't know if you'd care if I come back"

"This is me trying, at least I'm trying"

I definitely don't think this song was written recently. It goes along perfectly with the Evermore & Folklore sad girlie era of being broken up with.

It goes along with obviously the this is me trying type of songs on both albums. The songs that show a partner that's hard to please:

In relation to: You're Losing Me / A Break Up Song Evidence Cornelia Street / The Apartment Midnights

The 1: "And if you wanted me, you really should've showed"

Exile: "I can see you standing, honey, With his arms around your body, Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all, And it took you five whole minutes, To pack us up and leave me with it, Holdin' all this love out here in the hall"

My Tears Ricochet: "We gather here, we line up, Weepin' in a sunlit room, and, If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too, Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe, All the hell you gave me?, 'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you"

Mirrorball: "I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me, I'm still a believer but I don't know why, I've never been a natural, All I do is try, try, try, I'm still on that trapeze, I'm still trying everything, To keep you looking at me"

August: “Cause you weren't mine to lose"

Illicit affairs: “Look at this idiotic fool that you made me, You taught me a secret language, I can't speak with anyone else, And you know damn well, For you, I would ruin myself, A million little times"

Mad woman: "Every time you call me crazy, I get more crazy, What about that?, And when you say I seem angry, I get more angry"

Betty: "I think it's 'cause of me"

Peace: "No, I could never give you peace".

Hoax: "Stood on the cliffside, Screaming, 'Give me a reason’, Your faithless love's the only hoax, I believe in"

The lakes: "Is it romantic how all my elogies, euloaize me?”

Willow: "I'm begging for you to take my hand, Wreck my plans... Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind, Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in"

Champagne problems: "You're not sure which is worse, Because I dropped your hand while dancing, Left you out there standing, Crestfallen on the landing"

Tolerate it is a break up song, but it's more Red relationships than now.

Happiness: "But now I'm right down in it, all the years I've given, Is just shit we're dividin' up, Showed you all of my hiding spots, I was dancing when the music stopped, And in the disbelief, I can't face reinvention"

Coney Island: “Break my soul in two looking for you, But you're right here, If I can't relate to you anymore, Then who am I related to?"

Closure: "Guilty, Guilty, reaching out across the sea, That you put between you and me"

Right Where You Left Me: "Break-ups happen everyday, you don't have to lose it, She's still 23 inside her fantasy"

If Taylor lived in her Cornelia street home -like it was publicized- in 2016, and even though she was 27 by December 13th, for most of the duration of time she stayed in her Cornelia st apt, she was 26, and Karlie is 3 years younger than her. She would've been 23.

Inside her fantasy.

You're Losing Me -in its entirety- was either written before or after Midnights. However, this doesn't change that Taylor literally gave us a whole break up album hidden behind a quick follow up of false bravado/soft love in nearly every song.

I mean truly compare the Midnights album and some of her past albums to the lyrics of You’re Losing Me (aka a break up song)

Lover

Folklore

Evermore

Midnights

You’re Losing Me

How long could we be a sad song I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending -Exile

I gave you all my best mes When no one is around, my dear You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes, Spinning in my highest heels, love, Shining just for you -Mirrorball

my endless empathy I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me -Peace I blew things out of proportion, now you're blue, Put you in jail for something you didn't do, I pinned your hands behind your back, oh, Thought I had reason to attack, but no -Afterglow

And all I did was bleed I look through the windows of this love, Even though we boarded them up, Chandelier's still flickering here, 'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not, No, it's not, It's death by a thousand cuts, Trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch, My body, my love, my trust, But it wasn't enough -Death By A Thousand Cuts

I tried to be the bravest soldier, Fighting in only your army, frontlines My knuckles were bruised like violets, Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked, Spineless in my tomb of silence, Tore your banners down, took the battle underground, And maybe it was ego swinging, Maybe it was her, Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur -The Great War (1/21)

I'm the best thing at this party When I walk in the room, I can still make the whole place shimmer -Bejeweled (2/21)

And I wouldn't marry me either Sometimes you just don't know the answer, 'Til someone's on their knees and asks you, "She would've made such a lovely bride, What a shame she's fucked in the head, " -Champagne Problems He was sunshine, I was midnight rain, He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain, He wanted a bride, I was making my own name, Chasing that fame -Midnight Rain (3/21)

Who only wanted you to see her I made you my temple, my mural, my sky, Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life -Tolerate It

Do something, babe, say something, Lose something, babe, risk something I'm begging for you to take my hand, Wreck my plans -Willow

Reasons why the rest of midnights is a break up album:

1. Lavender Haze: All they keep askin' me, Is if I'm gonna be your bride And I wouldn't marry me either.

2. Maroon: The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones, The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

3. Anti-Hero: I should not be left to my own devices, They come with prices and vices, I end up in crisis (tale as old as time), I wake up screaming from dreaming, One day I'll watch as you're leaving, 'Cause you got tired of my scheming, (For the last time)

4. Snow On The Beach: Life is emotionally abusive, And time can't stop me quite like you did, And my flight was awful, thanks for asking, I'm unglued, thanks to you

5. You're On Your Own, Kid: I waited ages to see you there, I search the party of better bodies, Just to learn that you never cared

6. Midnight Rain ✅

7. Question...?: Then what did you do?, Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? Oh, Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh, When she said it was too much?, Do you wish you could still touch her?, It's just a question

8. Vigilante Shit: Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man, You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them, Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie … I don't start it but I can tell you how it ends, Don't get sad, get even, So on the weekends, I don't dress for friends, Lately I've been dressing for revenge

9. Bejeweled ✅

10. Labyrinth: It only hurts this much right now, Was what I was thinking the whole time, Breathe in, breathe through, Breathe deep, breathe out, I'll be getting over you my whole life

11. Karma: You're talking shit for the hell of it, Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant, You're terrified to look down, 'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare, Of everyone you burned just to get there

12. Sweet Nothing: They said the end is coming, Everyone's up to something

13. Mastermind: No one wanted to play with me as a little kid, So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since, To make them love me and make it seem effortless, This this the first time I've felt the need to confess, And I swear, I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care The rushed explanation of what Taylor does, is very telling of why she says this in an almost bitter/jaded way: I laid the groundwork and then saw a wide smirk, On your face, you knew the entire time, You knew that I'm a mastermind, And now you're mine, Yeah, all you did was smile, 'Cause I'm a mastermind

14. The Great War ✅

15. Bigger Than The Whole Sky: No words appear before me in the aftermath, Salt streams out my eyes and into my ears, Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness, 'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea

16. Paris: I want to brainwash you into loving me forever Implies that she believes no one could love her forever

17. High Infidelity: You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love, The slowest way is never loving them enough

18. Glitch: I think there's been a glitch, A brief interruption, a slight malfunction, I'd go back to wanting dudes who give nothing, I thought we had no chance, And that's romance, let's dance

19. Would've, Could've, Should've: But, Lord, you made me feel important, And then you tried to erase us

20. Dear Reader: Never take advice from someone who's falling apart

21. Hits Different: Oh, my, love is a lie, Shit my friends say to get me by, It hits different

[miraculousmultifan]

stranger things (taylor's version) prompt list

this list contains every taylor swift song and it will be marked by which songs have already been claimed. i'm sorting these prompts by album in chronological order.

since taylor swift has A LOT of songs, the list will be below the cut :D

original post HERE.

taylor swift

tim mcgraw

picture to burn

teardrops on my guitar

a place in this world

cold as you

the outside

tied together with a smile

stay beautiful

should've said no

mary's song (oh my my my)

our song

i'm only me when i'm with you

invisible

a perfectly good heart

fearless

fearless

fifteen

love story

hey stephen

white horse

you belong with me

breathe

tell me why

you're not sorry

the way i loved you

forever & always

the best day

change

jump then fall

untouchable

come in with the rain

superstar

the other side of the door

today was a fairytale

you all over me

mr. perfectly fine

we were happy

that's when

don't you

bye bye baby

speak now

mine

sparks fly

back to december

speak now

dear john

mean

the story of us

never grow up

enchanted

better than revenge

innocent

haunted

last kiss

long live

ours

if this was a movie

superman

electric touch

when emma falls in love

i can see you

castles crumbling

foolish one

timeless

red

state of grace

red

treacherous

i knew you were trouble

all too well

22

i almost do

we are never ever getting back together

stay stay stay

the last time

holy ground

sad beautiful tragic

the lucky one

everything has changed

starlight

begin again

the moment i knew

come back... be here

girl at home

ronan

better man

nothing new

babe

message in a bottle

i bet you think about me

forever winter

run

the very first night

eyes open

safe & sound

1989

welcome to new york

blank space

style

out of the woods

all you had to do was stay

shake it off

i wish you would

bad blood

wildest dreams

how you get the girl

this love

i know places

clean

wonderland

you are in love

new romantics

"slut!"

say don't go

now that we don't talk

suburban legends

is it over now?

reputation

...ready for it?

end game

i did something bad

don't blame me

delicate

look what you made me do

so it goes...

gorgeous

getaway car

king of my heart

dancing with our hands tied

dress

this is why we can't have nice things

call it what you want

new year's day

lover

i forgot that you existed

cruel summer

lover

the man

the archer

i think he knows

miss americana & the heartbreak prince

paper rings

cornelia street

death by a thousand cuts

london boy

soon you'll get better

false god

you need to calm down

afterglow

ME!

it's nice to have a friend

daylight

folklore

the 1

cardigan

the last great american dynasty

exile

my tears ricochet

mirrorball

seven

august

this is me trying

illicit affairs

invisible string

mad woman

epiphany

betty

peace

hoax

the lakes

evermore

willow

champagne problems

gold rush

'tis the damn season

tolerate it

no body, no crime

happiness

dorothea

coney island

ivy

cowboy like me

long story short

marjorie

closure

evermore

right where you left me

it's time to go

midnights

lavender haze

maroon

anti-hero

snow on the beach

you're on your own kid

midnight rain

question...?

vigilante shit

bejeweled

labyrinth

karma

sweet nothing

mastermind

the great war

bigger than the whole sky

paris

high infidelity

glitch

would've, could've, should've

dear reader

hits different

you're losing me

the tortured poets department

fortnight

the tortured poets department

my boy only breaks his favorite toys

down bad

so long, london

but daddy i love him

fresh out the slammer

florida!!!

guilty as sin?

who’s afraid of little old me?

i can fix him (no really i can)

loml

i can do it with a broken heart

the smallest man who ever lived

the alchemy

clara bow

the black dog

imgonnagetyouback

the albatross

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus

how did it end?

so high school

i hate it here

thanK you aIMee

i look in peoples windows

the prophecy

cassandra

peter

the bolter

robin

the manuscript

[eskawrites]

tlou au????? pls tell me more 🥺

listen this is 1000% the show's fault bc i'm unbelievably hyped for it, and also stranger things zombie apocalypse just works, this is not an original thought, but it is an incredibly gay one because....nancy with guns fighting off zombie hoards. need i say more?

the answer is no but i'll say more anyway

Nancy Wheeler hasn't let herself get close to anyone since her best friend Barb turned right in front of her eyes. She hadn't been hiding the bite, but Nancy refused to leave her side even though Barb begged her to go.

She shot her at the very last second, after Barb had grabbed her, nails cutting into her skin, but just before she could dig her teeth into Nancy's shoulder. She hesitated until the last possible moment, and sometimes, she wishes she'd hesitated just a little longer

she and Mike live in a QZ somewhere, Chicago or Indianapolis probably, but one day Mike gets caught somewhere he's not supposed to be, and Nancy gets there in time to save his skin before the military can lock him up or worse. She's about to lecture him into next week and drag him back home when he stops, refusing to leave, telling her, "you don't understand, Nance--you've got to see this."

turns out he and his friends have been harboring a girl who snuck in through the city walls. she's deadly thin, hardly speaks a word of English, and she looks up at Nancy with such a painful mix of fear and hope that Nancy feels herself cave.

"Fine," she says. "We'll take her home. But if anyone sees her--"

(someone sees her)

Cue shenanigans. El turns out to be a surprisingly good fighter, and she saves the kids' skins a couple times, but they eventually have to flee the city because FEDRA's out looking for them at this point

the thing is, there are rumors of a city that's rebuilding--far from FEDRA's influence, away from the cults and rebellions that litter the rest of the country. Jackson is just...a town. Where people can live and protect each other and try to regain some semblance of normalcy, of life, in this awful world. Mike, Will, Dustin, and Lucas insist on trying to find it. Nancy is sure it's a hoax.

and basically they're lingering outside the city for a few days, avoiding FEDRA troops, Nancy desperately trying to come up with a plan for how she's going to take care of four kids in the infected-ridden countryside, when Steve and Robin come looking for them.

(Steve, who was there the night Barb was infected, but who ran as soon as they realized what happened. He left, and Nancy was alone when she watched Barb turn, when she killed her, and while she doesn't know what she would've done if he'd stayed, she certainly isn't fond of him after that)

(she's not fond of his apparent new girlfriend, either, but the kids seem to like her well enough. And, well, they snuck out of the city to bring them food and supplies because Dustin radioed them. So maybe they're not as bad as Nancy has been thinking)

anyway cue shenanigans part 2. Like ex-military school Max and Robin, and Steve trying to Get the Girl, only for Robin to laugh at him every time Nancy tells him to fuck off, and everyone slowly realizing that whatever weird cult or community El is from was Fucked Up.

eventually they realize they have to do something, and nothing is really tying any of them to the QZ, so they set out to find...somewhere. they meet friendly encampments and cities crawling with hunters in equal measure. they run into infected hordes and military caravans and places that are completely empty except for the bodies littering the ground. there are close calls and peaceful nights and an entire world to explore--and even though it's broken, it's still holding on. there are still some bright spots to cherish. Nancy finds them more and more as she and Robin grow closer

[thisselflovecamebacktome]

Help I was never that invested in their relationship while it was happening: what cracks around Red TV and also what about the Betty speeches???

In all fairness, neither was I. This is all just what I gathered/put together from seeing what other people were blogging and the music Taylor was releasing, so people are free to correct me on all of this.

So a lot of fans saw what they deemed inherit (so like would be the case for any relationship) red flags and cracks in the relationship years before the breakup. Some of these I agreed with (a sense of romanticism/lack of accountability of Joe's actions that negatively affected the relationship, him missing events, her seemingly always travelling for him but not vice versa etc) and others I did not (the fact that they weren't married despite being together for years).

In early 2021, I made a comment that I found it very weird and off putting that Joe, someone who would later to have been deemed to have worked enough to get a Grammy for the album, was not at the Grammys when Folklore won album of the year. I was absolutely torched for it despite noting that there was already a pattern of him not showing up and that Folklore/Evermore implied they had issues (because, for example, why would she be lumping him in with her biggest heartbreaks in Hoax if things were good between them?). Like everyone and their mother sent hate about how I was a covid denier because it was clear the only reason he wasn't there was due to covid restrictions despite the fact again, he worked on the album and everyone else who worked on the nominated albums were there. Joe also started filming Conversations With Friends within the 2 months after the Grammys and had been announced to be doing so by the time the Grammys were on, so it wasn't that he was above going out for work related stuff.

Later on, we learned from Aaron that Would've Could've Should've and arguably more importantly, High Infidelity was written on the Grammys trip. To me this confirmed that there were cracks in the relationship from at least this time because it showed the impact that not seeing John/having her partner there to back her up had but also, the only other song being mentioned being about the guy she wrote "I didn't have a partner that I climbed it with that could, like, high-five. I didn't have anyone I could talk to who could relate to what I was... shouldn't I have someone that I could call right now?" about being written at that time and the parallel of Calvin not showing up in 2016 and Joe not showing up in 2021 was loud to me.

As time went on, Joe started not showing up to more things (despite his family showing up, so it's not that he couldn't) and during RED (Taylor's Version)'s release week, everyone here picked up on the fact that she seemed to not be doing well mentally. At the time it was put down to "She wanted Joe there but life got in the way and he had to work", with some going as far as to assume that an agreement had been made between them that he'd be there just for him to break that agreement and to 'fix' it, Taylor had travelled to be with him. This was also the trip that her and Jack started their portion of Midnights, and, from today, we now know that You're Losing Me was written within the month of that. So to many people, until today, this was the first crack in the relationship in their opinion. But like I said, to me it felt like there were issues there for a while now, and certainly throughout that year, something that has been confirmed now.

Midnights is then released last year and most people picked up that it was an album in which Taylor was going through her failed relationships to see what went wrong and prevent that happening with Joe. A lot of people also notice that marriage is a big theme and start wondering how much of the naysayers concerns were right in the way of like did Taylor really just want to stay in that "Lavender Haze" or was she settling. Discussions on the matter seemed to quieten down when they were getting the house together in the US because it was forward movement. But looking at it in this light, it does make a lot of us question if he only proposed to keep her quiet and have her not leave. As an aside note, this was the biggest revelation of You're Losing Me to me because like I was team "just because he hasn't proposed at this point doesn't mean he's never going to or that she's unhappy at that aspect" because I know and have been in many relationships like that where I was perfectly happy. The issues I saw with them weren't about that at all and this is yet another thing he messed up in my eyes if that makes sense.

Either way, we're now skipping forward to this year. Joe has missed several more big events and Taylor eventually cuts it off, seemingly due to him not showing up to Eras Tour being the final blow. In the shows that followed, her Betty speeches change drastically with a big focus being on men giving genuine apologies and not proposing. The albums with You're Losing Me are also legally released in the US via the shows then later world wide with the exception of Australia (great night for memes, but I still don't understand why we weren't included as a side note lmao). Everyone at the time assumes it was written post breakup. Like even with me, I assumed it was about the 2021 period, but was written in 2023 because I figured there was no way he would have heard this, which I believe he had, like couples share everything like this, and not done everything he could to actually fix it, not just give a bandaid solution. But apparently not.

So yeah, that's what you missed on Glee I guess. Basically TLDR: There were issues for far longer than most people thought, and even though I was one of the people who did see it, I hate it for Taylor's sake that I was right, and am just glad that she's left that situation to be honest.

[abbeygrey]

I wish I could find more substantial art of her, but this was my OC Florence. She was a post-series antagonist Youtuber (or whatever they'd call it for trademark issue avoidance) who got kind of obsessed with cryptid sightings after the events of the finale, as did a lot of other people! That's how she got so many eyes on her coverage, plus people wanted something to replace Weird World.

She is antithetical to the secret scientists where she thinks the world should know about cryptids and so on, so the Saturdays have to tread murky water of figuring out what they can do to shut her down without suspicion, ignore her, or... maybe let her and others like her be a stepping stone to a more mixed world--that is, until her coverage starts to result in harm.

I think there is a lot to be said about the post-finale world of TSS and how there is still value in secrecy for safety. None of this would've happened had they not been involved in such a widescale threat. But it did happen and, while I guess you could apply some superhero logic of "well the story needs people to believe certain things so they just do", the amount of people who WON'T believe it's a hoax has gotta be mounting.

So how does the world move forward after so much did become more known after the events of the series, from cherufe news coverage to Paris melting to this? Is it better to maintain the status quo to prevent harm, or is some of the world ready to embrace change? Etc.

[afvenvs3000f24]

Unit 5: Education's impact on climate change and nature interpretation

Given that this week there is no prompt, something that has always been very relevant to me and recently has been an important matter of discussion, especially with many political elections and discussions around, has been climate change.

In this course, as nature lovers, we've spoken about the conservation of nature, privilege within nature, and how we have built our relationship with it throughout the years. These discussions have been very insightful and have allowed me to have deeper and more frequent thoughts about our world and how we treat our environment; it has even encouraged me to stay more up-to-date with current climate change issues and concerns, especially within politics as political leaders have some of the most prominent effects on what we do as a society (in regards to carbon emissions of the country and policies) to combat this serious issue. A couple of weeks ago, I was scrolling on TikTok and stumbled upon a live stream, broadcasting the US presidential debate, and stayed to watch as I was curious about what either party had to say about their plan on climate change. After watching, I was completely shocked to hear Donald Trump and many others for that matter, claim climate change is "a hoax" and the lack of detail for both parties' plans on reducing the burning of fossil fuels. Additionally, a few more weeks after that, I decided to tune into the US vice-presidential debate as well and was disappointed once again with the absence of clear set plans of action and the amount of misinformation people were believing from these political leaders in general.

Another driver for my recent passion for climate change advocacy is that this semester, I'm taking a course on the topic (ENVS 3010), and so far, we've been taught an incredible amount of information that I had slightly heard of before, but never truly understood the emphasis on. Within this information, we were taught about the critical actions we must take now to protect all living species 50-70 years from now before it's too late (here is a link to a user-friendly PDF to learn a bit more about predicting the Earth's future climate based on the actions we take today!).

This is all to say that although a couple of months ago, if you had asked me if I knew a lot about climate change, I would've said I knew enough about it, but these courses have unexpectedly become very introspective for what I considered to have been "knowing enough" about our world and it's declining safety. I began reflecting on my ignorance in not doing research on my own out of curiosity or thirst for knowledge; then, my professor made a point in class, sharing with us potential ways to attain the best outcome out of the damage that has already been on to our environment, education. I began to question if my experience was something possibly many others experienced without having courses such as these to open their eyes. I've noticed simply through talking to others and asking their views on such topics (through social media and in-person), that the lack of knowledge in regards to this is a much larger gap than we often would like to think and many may think selfishly, as they don't believe they (or humans overall) will be alive long enough to see the effects and dangers of global warming. That's why, to do my part as a "nature interpreter" and help preserve our environment, I will be doing more research to be able to hopefully provide much more accessible manners of information about what power others have to make an impact and the facts about what's happening to our planet, all through engaging TikToks, social media posts, and maybe in the future my own podcast!

Sources:

CoastAdapt. (n.d.). What are the RCPs? https://coastadapt.com.au/sites/default/files/infographics/15-117-NCCARFINFOGRAPHICS-01-UPLOADED-WEB%2827Feb%29.pdf

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[backtodecembertv]

folklore relisten thoughts:

a lot of the beauty of this album is in the simplicity of the lyrics. it would've been sweet if it could've been me. are there still beautiful things? wanting was enough. i knew everything when i was young. she doesn't overwrite, and the songs have room to breathe. but when there are more flowery lyrics and metaphors, they serve a purpose. my tears ricochet, for example, works so well in all its poetic moments -- i didn't have it in myself to go with grace, and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves, you had to kill me but it killed you just the same. (i'm still impressed that a song called "my tears ricochet" has some of the strongest writing of her career.)

so many standout lines; i know we all discussed them to death when the album came out, but they hit just as hard four years later. i'm still a believer but i don't know why / i've never been a natural, all i do is try, try, try. to live for the hope of it all. you know damn well, for you i would ruin myself a million little times. i knew you, leaving like a father, running like water, and the entire bridge of cardigan. i could go on and on.

i understand the desire for an apology, even a stupid one, in betty. how many times have i wished someone who wronged me would come back and ask to kiss me on the porch in front of all my stupid friends, and known that i would say yes, even if he didn't deserve it. but "slept next to her but i dreamt of you all summer long" still makes me cringe so hard.

peace is a mental illness song to me. sometimes i imagine it as me talking to myself, sometimes to another person. would it be enough if i could never give you peace? if i'm always a little exhausting and overly anxious and stuck in my head? also, i realized listening to it tonight how strange it feels to think of myself as someone who gives, someone who others could rely on. i guess that's adulthood. it's still new to me.

listening to hoax post-joever is... interesting. my broken drum, you have beaten my heart? no other sadness in the world would do? your faithless love's the only hoax i believe in? what you did was just as dark? of course we don't know that it's all about him, but those are some questionable lyrics for a healthy relationship.

[itsgrimeytime]

Home is Where the Heart is (Part Three) || Farmer!Rick Grimes (TWD) x Teacher!GN!reader AU

Part 1, 2...

Taglist: @1tsk1tty

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax

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Inspiration: Like Real People Do by Hozier.

Summary: Your life was spinning out of control, you knew that. After a string of particularly shattering events, you decided it was time to start anew. With a little help from one of your Grandma's rentals, you found yourself in the small town of Alexandria. The last thing you expected was your neighbor, Rick Grimes.

TWS: starting over, swearing, and identity crisis.

[[A/N Baby Jude!!! Still sweet as candy, so all my angsty girlies, I am sorry. Also I may have made the Grandma too southern that is my fault, it is all I know. So enjoy your newly southern Grandma. Thanks for reading!!! ]]

"Grandma," you ushered out -gathering up your stacks of paperwork, "-I'm fine! Really."

She seemed to pause for a moment, saying with a tone you knew well -disbelief, "Sure, you are."

"It's not-" you stopped messing with papers -standing to lean against your wall, diagonal to the window, "-not healed by any means. I'm just... I'm working on it."

Your Grandma sighed, a deep one that let you know you had won, "I suppose that's all I can ask of you, Y/N."

You opened your mouth to respond, but your eyes caught on the window -stalling the words falling from your mouth. From this angle you could see into his, Rick's, front yard, it was trimmed well -only overgrown tastefully, so it didn't look like a suburb.

But along the grass and the few little flowers, was Rick himself. He was crouched over, talking to someone -you thought you could see the peek of blonde curly hair (teeny tiny curls) just to his side. His voice was quiet, you couldn't quite make it out but you could still hear it.

Without a second wasted, Rick launched forward and picked up the little girl -laughter squealing into the air. His daughter. She was still obstructed, as he spun her around and her laughter grew but something in your stomach warmed at the sight.

You smiled.

"Y/N? Did you hear me?"

You startled, swallowing and turning away from the window -trying to level your voice, "Sorry, what? I... I thought I saw a raccoon."

Ogling your (probably married) neighbor! You were so better than that-

"Right," she responded, slowly as if she was suspicious -she always was, "-well, I was asking how the town was treating you. I phoned everyone I knew and told them to be nice to you, you know-"

"You didn't have to," you spoke, adjusting the papers spread across the table -they were somewhat organized, at least to you, "-but everyone has been very kind."

"Good," she spoke -rather pointed, like if you had answered differently she probably would've made some phone calls, "-did you see your neighbor? Rick?"

"Uh..." you started, stiffening, "-yeah. He helped me move in, he's really nice. Why?"

"Quite handsome, no?"

"Grandma!" you hissed out, a playful smile on your lips -she was always so involved in your love life, "-Please, he's probably married-"

"Divorced," she corrected, quickly.

"Sorry?" you asked, a bit dumbfounded, "-You haven't been here in years! How would you...?"

"I have my sources," she responded, rather unbothered -you never knew what to expect from her really.

And you thought, she actually probably did.

You felt eyes on you near constantly when you wandered around the town square. Someone must have seen you speak to Rick the past few days and told her, you thought to yourself, she was sneaky enough to do it.

"Right," you pursed your lips, "-listen, Grandma, I have to get some lesson plans done or my first year of teaching will be a disaster-"

"Hardly," she chuckled, "-you are going to be perfect, it's what you're meant to do, Y/N."

You smiled, a sort of fuzzy fondness draping over your heart -she always spoke so highly of you. Even when...

Your mind wandered too far, as you asked the question before you could even think about it, "Have you... Have you heard from him?"

Your Grandma was silent for a moment, you nearly took it back because of it, "'Just when he dropped off some of your things a couple weeks ago. Pops almost pushed him down the stairs when he did, and I just might've let 'em-"

"Grandma!"

"I didn't, I didn't," she corrected, voice light as she laughed, "-just had a few choice words with 'im, that's all."

It was what you had expected, really; she was the type to be fiercely loyal to her grandkids. There were some things you couldn't stop. That was one of them.

"Love you," you cheered, voice bordering on a sort of solemn tone -it always did when... when he was brought up. You couldn't help it.

She echoed back, playful, "Love you too, call me when you can, alright? Don't leave an old lady worryin'."

"Yeah, yeah," you laughed, "-goodbye Grandma."

"Goodbye, sweetie."

You let out a long sigh -eyes laid gently upon your paperwork scattered across the table, it was somewhat organized. Not to a passerby, but to you. A stack of syllabuses to send home with the kids -for parents to look at, colorful posters to hang up on your classroom walls, and the others an assortment of paperwork prepped for things -supply lists, sick notes, parent teacher conferences.

It was a mess, but a mess you understood.

Beginning to put away folders, sorting things as you did so, you stalled in place by a knock on your door.

Realistically, you should've ignored it and kept sorting -the starting date only roamed closer and you were honestly anything but prepared. Seriously, anything. But, you didn't.

At the mere idea of escaping your paper nightmare, you jumped at the opportunity. Easily make your way to the door so quickly that you are sure papers must've shuffled from the movement -future you's problem.

When you swung open your door, you somehow hadn't expected Rick. Despite the fact he was just outside and your neighbor, you had not imagined anything could drag him away from his kid time. He didn't seem the type anyway, you could tell when a parent cared. And what you had even less expected was his daughter, proudly beaming at you with a toothy sort of grin, blonde curls a mess on top of her head -a charmer, you could tell.

"Hi," you spoke, a little in disbelief, "-Rick, and um...?"

Rick opened his mouth, but his daughter spoke for herself -the sort of barely English babble that toddlers sounded like, something like '-dee' at the end. You could only tell it was two syllables by the way her mouth moved.

"Judy," Rick quickly intercepted, "-her name is Judith."

"Oh," you smiled, before crouching slightly to meet her eyes better -you worked with kids so much, you missed this, "-well, Judith is a very pretty name. Would you like to know my name, Miss Judith?"

She grinned, little teeth spotted in her mouth along her gums -so young, and nodded succinctly -confident.

"Y/N," you hummed with the smallest of a smile, "-I'm Mx. Y/N."

Slowly, you gathered yourself and stood back up, smiling. You honestly weren't sure just who you were smiling at.

Rick stood tall, clothes a little worn like he'd been working -it was midday, and most farmers got most things done in the mornings. His shirt was plain, stained slightly from the grass, and his hair a bit askew -stray curl dipping along his forehead. His beard stayed much the same, bushy, and a misplaced thought of what it felt like dangled in your mind for longer than it should have.

"What brings you to visit?" you asked, finally speaking.

He straightened slightly, sliding a hand to rub at the back of his neck -nervous, maybe?- and blue eyes flickering between your own, "Right, 'hope we ain't bothering ya-"

"Oh, no," you responded, "-I was struggling with some paperwork, honestly you saved me."

"Good to kno'," he smirked, a crinkly sort of smile, "-I just. Since y'er new 'round town, I wanted to invite ya to dinner."

"Dinner?"

"I make dinner for a bunch of the town's people," he clarified, and something in you was a little disappointed, "-it's kinda an irregular thang, but I've sent one up for the day after tomorrow. Back to school thing this time around."

"Oh," you echoed, softly.

"You don't have'ta," he muttered out -low and gravelly, "-but I wanted to offer. 'Might help ya get used to the town."

"As long as I'm not intruding," you spoke -almost on instinct.

"I invited you," Rick responded, laughing lightly, "-plus, it's custom f'er newcomers."

"Okay," you grinned, tilting your head slightly, "-yeah, I'll come. I think I need some socialization anyway. Apart from..." You, your mind finished.

"Alright," he grinned, and something in your chest warmed -you ignored it, "-it'll be around 6, but feel free to come 'round earlier. I can introduce you to some people if ya want."

"And if I just stick around you the whole time? What then?" you teased with playful ease.

He paused for a moment, seeming to think on it. Before he settled, smiling widely with the crinkles by his eyes -pleased with himself.

"I wouldn't say that was an issue, Mx. Y/N."

Your heart thumped against your ribs, something sparking deep in your chest and you neatly clamped it down. Not now. You ignored it, even as the bubble of warmth warmed your chest and the smile stuck in your mind long after he left.

Until then, you thought to yourself that night -looking up at the ceiling, eager, -Mr. Grimes.

[burning-brighter-than-the-sun]

Why do you think Taylor Swift is one of the best songwriters of our generation? And which songs do you think show this?

i'm not the best at explaining so i'm going to link to some articles that touch on the subject. the way i see it, it's just a fact at this point. i noticed that taylor's lyrics were different and more impressive way back when i first started listening to her music. her songs weren't like other typical pop songs. i mean, she did start out in country music but i had never really listened to other country artists before so i couldn't compare her to anyone else in that genre.

at this point in 2024, i think her success speaks for itself. who else has put out albums since 2006 and managed to sell as many albums and sell out stadiums to the degree she has? she is breaking records all the time.

i think the majority of her songs prove that she's a great songwriter but i'll give you some examples:

the best day

cold as you

mary's song (oh my my my)

never grow up

state of grace

cardigan

tied together with a smile

all too well

my tears ricochet

the last great american dynasty

dear john

no body, no crime

champagne problems

last kiss

hoax

tim mcgraw

blank space

ivy

the way i loved you

i know places

you're on your own, kid

would've, could've, should've

some links:

[harrysfolklore]

hello iloveu can u do with ryley ladd and she's like younger?? it's okay if u dont want to! <3

this has been in my drafts for a looong time and today i felt like posting it! i hope you like it

PART 2

*age gap of 5 years*

ask me anything | masterlist | likes and reblogs are appreciated !

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yourinstagram you said if we had been closer in age, maybe it would've been fine, and that made me want to die

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ynfan1 baby :(

conangray that was too deep taylor is unhinged

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harryfan1 not her indirecting harry 🙄

↳ ynfan2 that’s a taylor swift lyric but okay if the shoe fits

oliviarodrigo love you so much

↳ yourinstagram love you and miss you. sour has been on repeat

ynfan3 i wish i could hug her 

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enews Harry Styles spotted with model Camille Rowe in Los Angeles tonight, two weeks after ending his relationship with singer YN YLN. Link in bio for the full story.

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harryfan1 well DAMN

ynfan1 YN deserves so much better

harryfan2 they could be friends ffs

ynfan2 i hope yn writes a diss track about this lmao

harryfan3 as long as harry is happy i’m happy too

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yourinstagram and you’re probably with that blonde girl, who always made me doubt, she’s so much older than me she’s everything i’m insecure about

omg i’m just olivia rodrigo and taylor swift lyrics glued together 🫀

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ynfan1 WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH

oliviarodrigo MY BABY 🥺

ynfan2 you’re hotter than the ~blonde girl btw

harryfan1 i hope all fans stay respectful to both yn and harry

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conangray bitch get tf up heartbreak doesn’t suit you

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sweetcreaturehs umm guys.. i saw harry and camille today

harryfan1 UMMM WTF

ynfan1 why was this in my discover page…

harryfan2 bestie give us the context please

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ynfan2 anyway who’s ready for YN2?

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yourinstagram taking a little social media break 🤍 i’ll be doing hikes and writing songs in the meantime. love you all, stay safe

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ynfan1 we’re going to miss you so much ! take care of yourself

sabrinacarpenter ❤️❤️

ynfan2 WE LOVE YOU

annetwist Take care dear xx

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↳ harryfan1 her and anne are still close that’s adorable

↳ ynfan3 is this harry from his mom’s account?

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[sunflowerdaisybee]

ayo I hope you’re doing well! i’m back at it again losing my mind over other peoples’ requests!! can I request a continuation of c!quackity with swan hybrid reader where they meet again by coming to las nevadas? swan reader’s friend group keeps talking about this big new city that was supposedly founded and run by a guy with wings, so you’re like ‘ooh i’m always down to meet a fellow avian hybrid’ and decide to check it out. but when you arrive you’re welcomed by none other than quackity. quackity is kinda freaking tf out because he’s thinking ‘holy shit it’s that really cute swan guy 😳’ and it’s then that he realizes you haven’t seen him since manberg, before he had a giant scar on his face..quackity has a lot of repressed insecurity over his new appearance, so he gets really anxious anticipating how you’ll react. but swan reader shocks him and is just like ‘yoooooo it’s you!! you look amazing man, omg that scar is so badass! 😳’ what are your thoughts on how quackity would react to seeing swan hybrid reader again and being complimented on his appearance for the first time in ages?

- feather anon

Thank you for requesting part 2, it would've taken me forever to get to myself, also it's a little different but overall the same premise, anyways I hope you enjoy this<3

Summary: Reuniting with your sweet little duckling

Pairing: Quackity X Reader

Pronouns: he/him

[A/n]: Requests are open <3

Part two of this one :]

Night after night, sunset to sunrise, you and Quackity spent countless hours together. You two were inseparable, always found together. Never was one spotted without the other, at least until things went bad. After Doomsday Quackity had disappeared, you had lost your one and only friend. I guess the saying ‘Birds of a feather stick together,’ isn’t as true as they say.

You were desperate to find him, or at least another like you. You knew the chances of finding your better half were slim to know, but you took every opportunity you had. Anytime you heard of a fellow bird hybrid you would go and personally investigate, though all of your prior adventures had turned up nothing useful.

So with a dying hope, you started off on what would likely be your last adventure. You had heard word of a new city from a village, they said it was run by a weird-looking birdman. Was it your weird-looking birdman or just another hoax? Only one way to find out.

Taking flight you soared high, the journey wasn’t far but the mental strain was tough. It had been a long while since you had last seen Quackity, since you had last gotten to hold him and comfort him. That didn’t change anything though, your love for him flew on wings of its own, regardless of the fact that you hadn’t told him. You never got the chance to confess before he disappeared.

The bright city had quickly come into view, its dazzling sign out front catching your attention. Dropping to the ground and landing on your feet you took a moment to look around. This place was stunning, if Quackity wasn’t here then you’d have to bring him here someday.

As you walked through the streets you found yourself face to face with a strange fellow. He looked human, besides the obvious blobs of slime all over him, and he spoke odd as well.

“Hello (Y/n) From The Trees, it’s nice to see you!”

“Uhm hello, do I know you?”

“Nope! But I know you!”

“Ok, well can you help me? I’m looking for someone named Quackity, he’s a friend of mine.”

“Quackity From Las Nevadas, I know where he is!”

“Can you take me to him?”

“Yep!” The odd fellow began to walk off and you followed. He soon brought you to an office-type building, knocking on the door in front of him.

“Quackity From Las Nevadas, there is someone here to see you!”

“Let them in.” You knew that voice, it was your duckling. He sounded a tad different though, more tired and down. Opening the door and stepping in you quickly surveyed the area, eyes stopping when they landed on Quackity.

The winged man was hunched over his desk, tired expression, and wings splayed about everywhere.

“You’ll mess up your feathers like that.” You had never seen Quackity move faster in his life, his head shooting up to look at you.

“(Y/n)?”

“Hey, Duckie.” Hearing the affection nickname Quackity shot up from his seat and rushed to hug you, basking in the warmth you provided.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding.” Quackity unborrowed himself from you, stepping back a tad to look at you.

“Yeah, pretty nice huh?” He seemed excited but hesitant about answering. He was clearly proud of his work but had felt bad for leaving you. When Quackity had pulled back you had noticed the large scar running down his face. With gentle movements, you brought your hand up to his face and let your thumb gently run over the scar.

Quackity, upon noticing your actions, stepped back and instinctively covered his scar. You were quick to move towards him, gently removing his hand and replacing it with your own.

“It suits you.” Your smile said everything he needed to hear.

“So uh, what are you doing here?”

“Oh you know, looking for the love of my life so I can tell him how badly I want to kiss him. Especially when he looks so sexy with that scar on his face.” Quackity flushed from his toes to his nose.

“You want to kiss me?”

“I’ve wanted to for years but you decided to play a very long game of hide and seek.”

“I’m sorry. If it makes you feel any better, you could kiss me as many times as you want to now.”

“I plan to.” You brought Quackity into another hug, the two of you simply holding each other and enjoying the familiarity.

“I love you, my little duckling.”

“I love you too, my stunning swan.”

[suna-reversed]

HQ boys as Taylor Swift songs-folklore

characters- Oikawa (exile), Atsumu (my tears ricochet), Meian (illicit affairs)

tags/warnings- ANGST, breakup, heartbreak, cheating, mentions of alcohol, manipulative behaviour, fluff in Meian’s if you squint

suggestions for pt2 would be appreciated (currently thinking of cardigan with Bokuto and hoax with Tsukishima)

Oikawa

“I can see you standin', honey

With his arms around your body

Laughin' but the joke's not funny at all”

He had told himself over and over again to not look; in the flight, in the ride to the hotel, even as he passed the entrance gates of the exquisite banquet hall where the reunion was being held. All he had to do was keep his eyes away. 

But you were here, and he had never been good at withstanding the cosmic pull you always held. Even if you were in the arms of another, laughing like you always used to, with him. 

I think I've seen this film before

And I didn't like the ending

“What changed, Tooru?” Your eyes were red and puffy, you had exhausted all your tears while he simply stood in the corner and watched. 

“This isn’t going to work out y/n. We’re both miles away, with different lives, in different time zones, around different people; we can’t have a relationship built on nothi-” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose,  “...I’m saving both of us from the pain that would come with splitting a few years down the line.” 

“Do you still love me?”

Oikawa was familiar with the grief that came with loss; the grief of giving something every single bit of your soul, only to come out empty-handed and wounded. 

“Go back home, y/n.”

You're not my homeland anymore

So what am I defendin' now?

You were my town

Now I'm in exile seein' you out

Perhaps he had damned himself to ruination. Given up without a fight. But that didn’t matter now. 

You look ethereal, with stars in your eyes and glee in your smile. It doesn’t matter if he’s not the one behind it. You would have been a shell of who you are right now if you had stayed with him anyways. 

He turns around, heading for exit.

Just one last time. He promises himself. His lips curve upwards into a bittersweet smile as he turns around to get his last look. Instead, he finds himself staring into the expanse of an entire galaxy. A cosmic explosion coming his way as the floor shifts from beneath him. 

No, you definitely don’t sound the same.

How long has it been since he heard that voice?

“Not even gonna say goodbye before you leave Oikawa?”

What happened to your precious “Tooru”?

Atsumu

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe

All the hell you gave me?

The clock reads 01:27 am. You’ve been sitting on the couch for the past 3 hours, the untouched dinner on the table gone cold long ago. You hear the sound of a door slamming shut, hushed footsteps making their way towards the center of the apartment, coming to a halt at the sight of you.

“Why are you still awake?” 

“You promised we’d have dinner together tonight.”

“Listen, it got late at practice, you could’ve just eaten without me.”

“You could’ve at least dropped a text.” You murmur, trying to keep your voice from breaking. This wasn’t the first time he had stood you up.

“It’s not that big of a deal y/n. You realise how important the upcoming match is to me, don’t you?” He sighs, shaking his head in disappointment, “Let’s just go to bed okay, I’m tired.” 

“Okay.” You mutter, loosening your grip on the 2 year anniversary gift hidden below the couch cushion. A platinum ring with yours and Atsumu’s initials carved on the inside.  

You wear the same jewels that I gave you

As you bury me

Atsumu’s vision is blurry, shirt drenched in sweat, his head pounding as he’s pushed against the wall. He doesn’t know whether it’s from the screaming match he just had with you, or from the two bottles he chugged at a shady bar right after he walked out. 

All that matters right now is the feeling of the hands of the girl that’s kissing his jaw. The same spot where you had pressed a chaste kiss not too long ago as you told him that you were going to leave- 

No, he’s not going to think about it. All that matters is the touch of skin against skin, filling in the void you caused as he kneads the supple flesh of her thigh with his hand. The same hand that bore a platinum ring, the letters engraved inside of it now fatuous and futile. 

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

You turned into your worst fears

No, no, no. 

Why are you here?

Why are you back?

“I had hoped we could talk-” You take a deep breath, feet stuck in place as you lay your eyes upon the marks littering his jaw, his neck, going much farther down-

A sob comes out from deep inside your chest. 

No, no, no. 

He’s looking at you, your crestfallen face, tears falling off of it like british showers. 

He’s acting before he can think, falling to his knees, grabbing onto your waist as you try to walk out. 

“No! Angel, please just let me explain. I thought you were never coming back- I would've never-”

“Never what Atsumu?!” Your voice is louder than you expected it to be. 

“Never what? A single fight is all it takes for you to discard everything we ever had? For you to step over everything I put into a relationship that has barely even existed for so long!” 

He’s never heard you shout before. But it's okay, it’s okay if you shout at him, if you break a few things, hell you can wreck his whole apartment if it means that you’re staying for even just a moment longer. 

But you’re not. You’re pushing him away, movements stern, as you try to make your way to the door. All he can do is cling onto you, crying your name over and over again as he racks his brain for a way to make you stay. 

Why was it always you who knew what to say when it came to fixing things?

Meian 

Make sure nobody sees you leave

Hood over your head

Keep your eyes down

Tell your friends you're out for a run

You'll be flushed when you return

You knew there were aspects of his life he had no control over. After all, he was watched by thousands of eyes everyday; the star player, the golden boy; the captain of MSBY. So how does it matter if you had to go a mile extra to hide what you had?

You loved who he was as a person and how he made you feel. Good-morning and goodnight texts, warm cuddles after matches, dancing in the kitchen to songs you don’t know the name of, late night drives to get takeout or go stargazing, laughing till you were on the floor crying. You loved him so much.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings

And stolen stares

They show their truth one single time

But they lie, and they lie, and they lie

A billion little times

“Volleyball player Meian Shugo spotted with a blonde beauty at the MSBY vs Adlers afterparty. Could she be his rumoured girlfriend that we’ve been kept in the dark about all along? Read more for exclusive deta-”

You can’t shed a single tear staring at the cover of the magazine. Not because your heart hasn't just been ripped out of your chest, but because you’re in public, standing in line at the grocery store picking up snacks for you and...Meian. 

Why did you not see this coming? What hurt more was that you knew the girl. Meian had introduced you to her as a friend, and her as his social media manager. So this was clearly a misunderstanding right? It had to be. Despite telling yourself that over and over again, you still couldn’t get the picture of his arm wrapped around her waist and the smile etched onto his face out of your mind as you drove home, tears blurring your vision.

Don't call me kid

Don't call me baby

Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

“Baby please listen to me-”

You’re sitting on the edge of the couch. You don’t know how long ago you stopped screaming, how long ago the anger dissipated and the rage turned into silent sobs, leaving behind a gaping hollow feeling in your chest. 

You feel him shift closer to you but you don’t at him, still sniffing, your head buried in your arms. 

“She was at the party because she’s our manager, you know Jessi-”

“Don’t say her name.” you hiss out. 

“I wish I never met you, I wish I never got into this stupid arrangement. I wish-” You’re rambling now, sobs escaping between every few words as you try to comprehend the situation, “I hate this. I hate you.” 

Heavy silence hangs in the room. 

And you know damn well

For you I would ruin myself

A million little times

You find arms being wrapped around you and your head being pulled into a warm chest. You try to fight at first, but you’re tired; your throat hurts, your eyes burn and everything feels so cold, so you let yourself guiltily fall into his comfort, pathetically sobbing into his neck.

He patiently waits for your sobs to quiet down, one hand rubbing gentle circles onto your back while the other cradles the back of your head.

“She was at the party with the whole team and the publicist used it as a way to create gossip. That’s all there is to it. I had not given my consent for them to go ahead with this, but they refused to make our relationship public. Apparently, they didn’t think that the age gap between us would reflect well on my reputation.” 

Meian’s heart breaks at the sound that leaves you as he says that, your hand gripping onto the fabric of his shirt as you start sniffing once more. 

“I don’t care about what they say princess, you know that.” He kisses the top of your head, pulling you even closer to himself as if he could absorb the pain from you. 

“I’m so sorry, give me another chance please. I didn’t tell you because I knew it’d hurt you. I promise I’ll make it up to you, please?” 

You look up at him. His eyes are filled with tender love and pure adoration, it makes your heart melt. You nod, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Of course you would, he's your precious Meian, you’d always forgive him. Why did you ever think he’d do anything to hurt you?

Meian smiles into your hair, ignoring the sound of the notification popping up on the phone kept on the table, 

Jessica: hey, we're still on for tonight right ? ;)