#you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars.... and how I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words

[boldlyvoid]

you are in love is one of taylors most beautiful and most heartbreaking songs in the whole world

[the-whispers-of-death]

Lesson Learned

CW: Angst at the end!

You decided to help Fallen God!Ghost see that mortals weren't so bad (not knowing that he was already starting to see that himself), so you start bringing him to a soup kitchen you volunteered at where mostly homeless veterans attended. You figured the homeless veterans and those who ran the soup kitchen would hammer the point home, since Ghost is the God of Warfare.

Ghost is not pleased at first, since he had wanted to spend the evening staring at you with lovey-dovey eyes (he'd never admit he does so), but he wants to make you happy so he doesn't complain. His first reaction in the soup kitchen is to sneer and be disgusted, because surely this is beneath a god like him.

But he eventually warms up to the homeless who go to the soup kitchen, and the soup kitchen staff. He gets to know them as people, hearing their stories of war. Some of these veterans had fought in battles where Ghost has watched over and had a hand in who won and who lost, seeing up close the damage his own bloodlust had done as he sees them with missing limbs, fractured minds.

And as he continues to come with you to the soup kitchen and help around, he slowly realizes why God!Price and the other deities had said mortals were still important. Before his fall, Ghost had thought mortals had long ago stopped praying to his pantheon, but he hears these homeless veterans pray to Price and some of the other deities.

What truly hammers in the importance of mortals for Ghost is when he hears one veteran pray to Ghost himself, feels what the prayer does to him. Even though Ghost's powers are locked away, he can still feel them beneath the surface. And when the veteran prays to him, he feels the locked power grow, prolonging his divinity and life-span.

That's when he realizes, mortals' prayers give the deities power. They keep the deities relevant and not fade away like those forgotten deities. He's still here because of mortals. They keep the memory of when he was at his peak, when deities were still revered, alive.

The night he comes to that realization is also the night he decides to finally tell you his feelings. He cares for you, sees the value and beauty in you. You're so kind for a mortal, even deities aren't as kind as you are. And you deserve to be loved and to know you are loved.

You two are in your house now, you about to turn in for the night.

"{Name}, wait," Ghost says, calling out to you. He takes a deep breath as you turn back to face him. "I understand now the need for mortals. You all keep us from fading away into the void that created us. Your prayers give us power."

His eyes scan your beautiful ones as he continues, "And I realize something else. You've shown me something more than understanding, you've shown me how to be kind. And you've shown me love. You love so deeply, so openly. You care for others and you don't hide it from anyone, you don't let them judge you for it."

He takes another deep breath.

"It has made me fallen in love with you."

You're shocked at the revelation, at the confession. You hadn't expected a god like Ghost to fall in love with you. But you can tell he means it. You can see it in his eyes, the way he looks at you like you're his entire world.

A smile graces your beautiful face, feeling relieved that he shares your feelings. "I've fallen in love with you too, Ghost," you admit, shy for the first time since he's met you.

"Really?" Ghost asks, stepping towards you. When you nod your head, he gently cups your cheeks in the palms of his hands. "Oh, I'm so glad to hear that. You've taught me how to live, how to be a proper god."

"I love you, Ghost. Not because you're a god, but because you have a heart of gold underneath that tough exterior." You stare into his eyes, your smile widening. "I didn't teach you how to be a proper god, I just brought out the humanity inside of you."

"And I thank you for it. I really do. I love you so much."

Silence washes over you two, the tension growing thicker in the air. You find yourself leaning in, wanting to kiss him. And Ghost leans in as well, having been craving you for weeks now.

So close, he thinks to himself. They're right there, right there for me to kiss. Just a few more inches.

His lips are just brushing against yours when he feels the air shift, power rushing towards him as his divinity and powers are given back to him. He finally has his powers back, he's finally a true god again.

But he can't rejoice, because he's back in the paradise realm.

The change of scenery makes him sink to his knees with his hands still up and reached outwards from where your face had been cradled in them, his lips tingling with the lingering feel of your lips on his. He feels Price's presence in front of him, but he doesn't look up at the other god, his eyes focused on the marbled floor of his temple.

A temple he never thought he'd see again.

"Congratulations, Ghost," Price says, oblivious to the turmoil Ghost is going through. "You've learned the importance of mortals and have earned your way back to the paradise realm. It takes a great amount of strength to do the introspection you did, I'm proud of you."

The air shifts again, signaling Price's departure from the temple, leaving Ghost alone. Without you.

Ghost's breaths come out in short and panicked huffs, his chest tightening as despair creeps up on him.

You're not here, he's not with you in your living room. He's not kissing you and pouring out all of his love into the kiss. He's not following you into your bedroom and spooning you as you two lay in your bed. He's not burying his nose into your hair and taking in that scent of yours that he loves.

"No, no, no," Ghost wails, the empty walls of his temple bouncing off with sound. "Take me back. Take me back to the mortal realm. Strip me again of my divinity and my power, just take me back! Price, take me back!"

Price doesn't hear his wails and pleas.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

[jedi-enthusiast]

Genuine question as to why you feel so passionate about being pro-jedi? I definitely wouldn't say I'm anti-jedi, but I think there are some decent criticisms that can be made about them. But overall I'm just interested to understand the dedication to being pro-jedi, cause it is a fictional organisation at the end of the day. Isn't it more fulfilling to look at them from different perspectives so we can get the most out of the story as possible?

Before I answer, I'm going to ask you a question in turn, would you ever ask this question to someone who was anti-Jedi? Would you ever imply that they need to change their view on the Jedi because they're "not getting the most out of the story?"

Now, I'm going to preface this answer by saying that I'm not angry with you, I'm just very passionate about this topic---so don't take any of this personally. You seem like you're genuinely asking, and I appreciate that.

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Personally, for me, there aren't really any criticisms that can be made about the Jedi- (keep in mind, I primarily adhere to Lucas Canon, everything else is just an add on depending whether I like it or not). Everything that people criticize the Jedi for or accuse them of falls into one of three categories:

Not true- (the Jedi are a cult, the Jedi repress their emotions, the Jedi were mean to Anakin, etc.)

Done for a reason because the other option would be worse/it was their only real option in a bad situation- (the Jedi shouldn't have fought in the war, the Jedi should've defended Ahsoka, the Jedi are slavers because of the clones, etc.)

Or it's something that's an Eastern concept/practice but people refuse to look at it as such and instead project their Western viewpoint/religious trauma onto them- (literally the entire thing about attachment)

I've never seen any criticism of the Jedi that doesn't fall into one of these categories, so why should I be inclined to "hear people out" or "look at the Jedi from other perspectives" when there's...really nothing else to look at?

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Another thing to consider is that, while the Jedi are fictional characters, George Lucas based them heavily on very real religions and groups---particularly Jews and Buddhists.

So when people say things like- "the Jedi weren't allowed to care/love/have emotions because of Attachment™️" -they're spreading harmful misinformation and basically saying that Buddhists can't love/care/have emotions because of their rule against attachment, since the philosophy of non-attachment is literally taken verbatim from Buddhism.

And when people usually pair the above rhetoric with- "-and that's why the Jedi deserved what they got/caused their own downfall" -it's...a very concerning mindset for people to perpetuate---especially when George Lucas based the genocide of the Jedi and the rise of the Empire off of the Holocaust and Nazi Germany.

When you strip away the fictional aspects of it, a lot of what people say about the Jedi is literally Nazi/antisemitic/Holocaust denial rhetoric. To take an example of something that has actually been said on one of my posts:

"The destruction of the Jedi Order was less a genocide and more of a religious conflict that the Jedi lost. The Jedi Order is a sect of the collective religious culture of 'Force Users,' and their destruction cannot really be considered genocide as the cultural group of 'Force Users' still exists albeit heavily restricted and controlled by the Sith during the Empire Era." - @/ironwoodarl01

And, as @zarohk pointed out:

It’s depressing how so many “Jedi critical” talking points are pretty much antisemitism and Holocaust denial/justification: The destruction of the Jedi Order was less a genocide and more of a religious conflict that the Jedi lost. "The Jedi Order religion of Judaism is a sect of the collective religious culture of 'Force Users Abrahamic faiths, and their destruction cannot really be considered genocide as the cultural group of Force Users Abrahamic faiths still exists…" Similar thinly-veiled antisemitism in the Star Wars fandom also frequently includes supersessionism, the Christian idea that during the (Roman) Republic era, the Jedi Jews had become corrupt and lost their way, and and so finally a divinely created person was sent to show them new path. This is why attempts to read Star Wars where Anakin is a Christ figure or correct where the Jedi have failed (ignoring the fact that he wrecked the lives of most people he was involved with, including himself, and the Darth Vader was never happy) are not just incorrect, but generally have a thick underlayer of antisemitism.

So, while Star Wars is fictional, it's important for people to analyze why they feel the way they do about the Jedi and be critical of the ways in which they talk about/criticize the Jedi---because, like it or not, the Jedi and their genocide are based on real people/things and so your reaction to them/what happened to them can be very telling.

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Finally, being critical of the good guys or trying to view everything through a morally grey lens doesn't make the story inherently more interesting, nor does it inherently add anything to the story---so I'm not "missing" anything.

If believing that no one can actually just be good, and everyone has to have some agenda, and "the good guys were the REAL bad guys all along" adds something to Star Wars for you...by all means, go ahead and believe what you want.

But my view of Star Wars isn't "lesser" or "missing something" just because I don't share that view and actually like the good guys and believe in what they taught/did.

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I'm passionate about being pro-Jedi because of everything I outlined above and because they were truly good people who tried their best to help the galaxy---they were brought down, not because of anything they did, but because of one man's selfish stupid actions.

There might've been a time when I was willing to hear people out when they criticized the Jedi---because hey! maybe I was wrong---but that time has long passed because nothing anyone has ever criticized the Jedi for has held up to scrutiny, and anti-Jedi people won't just keep the fuck off my page and leave me alone.

So, frankly, this is my blog and I'm allowed to be as passionate as I want to be---and I'm not gonna stop, or start viewing the Jedi as "wrong" or "bad" or whatever, just because you- (and other people, I'm sure) -think I'm missing something by being strictly pro-Jedi

[kitasgloves]

"You are in love"

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— ♬ "And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars. And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words"

— ♬ Kuroo x Reader, timeskip, SFW, fluff, gen reader, high school friends to lovers, no beta

One look, dark room, meant just for you. Time moved too fast, you played it back. You see buttons on a coat and remember a lighthearted joke, back then it had no proof and it was not much but you saw enough. When you were younger, you had trouble making friends. You used to believe that there was something wrong with you and that nobody was willing to stay and play, for a long time you coped with that. Being alone. Until high school went up and changed everything.

You didn't originally want to go to Nekoma High, you were aiming for Fukurodani Academy or even Itachiyama Institute. But you ended up going to Nekoma which you admit you hated at first. You had the potential to be in more prestigious schools in Tokyo but at least you ended up in one of the higher class sections during your first year. In terms of academics, there was no hassle. You went through every homework, classwork, presentation, and even group activity like a breeze. However, in terms of social life, you offer nothing but silence.

You couldn't connect with anyone in your class, they were kind people but there was no one who you see willing to open up to you and vice versa. It felt like your childhood and middle school all over again, you always ended up alone. But you were fortunately wrong. It was a fateful day during lunch and you were eating alone when you spotted a shadow over your head. And you saw him, feline-like eyes and bedhead hair. He offers you an eager smile.

"Mind if I sit here with you?"

He asks and you nod. He sits across from you and pulls out his lunch. He looked taller and older than you. The way he behaved around you told you how he was comfortable with approaching strangers, and you stopped eating.

"You're Kenma's seatmate, right?"

"Oh, you mean Kozume-san?"

"Yep! He didn't go to school today, he got sick"

"You know him?"

"We're childhood best friends, we sorta tell each other everything. I'm Kuroo Tetsuro, by the way"

"I'm [Surname], [Surname] [Name]"

Kuroo seems so eager to get to know you. Your first lunch shared with Kuroo left you puzzled, you're convinced it was only a one-time occurrence. But it repeated, again, and again. And it turned into a routine, for months until the entirety of your first year. You and Kuroo became friends, something you never anticipated. You two became so close that it felt natural. By the time you reached your second year, you and Kuroo were inseparable.

He convinced you to join the boys' volleyball club as a manager. Kenma became the witness to all your shenanigans with his childhood best friend. Because of Kuroo, you changed. You've learned to open up to people, you've become the person you are today thanks to him. Your friendship with Kuroo got you through the hardships in high school up until graduation. The two of you remained close after he left for college and the beginning of your third year. You and Kuroo consistently kept in touch until it was your turn to leave Nekoma for college.

You haven't heard from each other ever since and you've made a new life in college. You gained new experiences, new friends, and new challenges to overcome. Even if you and Kuroo drifted apart, there wasn't a day that you don't wonder where he is right now. By your last year in college, you began to miss him. To miss the memories you had with him in high school. Watching movies, playing video games with Kenma, volleyball practice, and having sleepovers. You had a major case of nostalgia when you went through your old photos back in high school, there were Polaroids of you and him on his graduation that never fail to make you tear up.

College ended as your career began. You found a stable job that paid enough to sustain yourself, and that's when you began trying to reconnect with Kuroo. You also found out through a colleague that Kenma became a YouTuber, rising in popularity. All it took was a quick DM to his Instagram account and you got Kuroo's contact number (thankfully, Kenma still recognizes you). Apparently, he works at the Japan Volleyball Association within the Sports Promotion division. Something you knew he would definitely pursue. 

It was close to midnight when you contemplated calling up his number, a million scenarios flooded your head. He could be already asleep, he doesn't know your number so he might not answer, or maybe he has already forgotten you. Your chest goes tight at the last thought. But you suck in a deep breath and dialed Kuroo's number. You held your phone against your ear and stared down at your Polaroid picture with him in your hand, it was one taken during your eighteenth birthday.

"Hello?"

You hear his voice in the line and your throat goes dry. It felt like your heart came to a screeching halt before it began racing after realizing the situation. You let out a shaky breath.

"Hi, Tetsuro"

"...[Name]? Holy shit [Name] is that you?!"

He sounds so excited and it causes tears to blur your vision. You let out a relieved chuckle knowing Kuroo hasn't forgotten about you. Immediately, you and him began talking and catching up on each other's lives. There was a brief exchange of apologies for letting the years go by without keeping in touch, but there were no grudges held and all was forgiven. 

"Where is your place? I'll pick you up, let's get coffee!"

"Sure"

It began snowing outside as you wrapped yourself in your thickest clothes. You waited in front of your apartment complex and saw a car pull up minutes later. The windows roll down and your heart leaps out of your chest. It was Kuroo Tetsuro, your high school best friend. He was grinning at you like he always did back then. He kept his signature bedhead hair and the only difference was he seemed to look more charming than he was during high school. You smile as he opens the passenger door for you.

You sat in the passenger seat in quietness while smiling at each other, it truly felt like nothing had changed. Small talk and he drives. You two grab coffee at midnight. You and Kuroo stood against each other under the snow, sipping on coffee and laughing. The lampost light reflects the chain on your neck, Kuroo's eyebrows raised.

"Look up"

He says, and your shoulders brushed. It was no mistaking it. You were still wearing the necklace he gave you on your eighteenth birthday. You couldn't tell if the cold made his ears red or something else. No proof, one touch. But seeing Kuroo slide closer to you made you feel enough.

Something has changed, you couldn't point out what it was but something wasn't the same with you and Kuroo. The two of you spent a whole month making up for lost time. If it was possible, it seemed like the two of you became even closer. Perhaps closer than him and Kenma, but it felt way more different. You began noticing the shift in your and Kuroo's relationship one morning when you woke up at his place after spending the night drinking. You smell burnt toast in the kitchen and it was a Sunday. You keep his shirt, and he keeps his word. And for once, you let go, of your fears and your ghosts. One step, not much. But it said enough.

You feel the change transform you and Kuroo uncontrollably. This felt nothing like high school anymore. Kuroo was getting closer and closer each time and you welcomed it. You've never felt so comfortable with anyone in your life. This is proved when Kuroo and you began kissing on sidewalks. You knew you'd never find someone like Kuroo in your life, so whenever you two would fight, you two would always talk.

However, everything comes into full circle one night when Kuroo wakes. He spent the night at your apartment and slept beside you. You stirred awake and you see the strange look on his face. He looks at you deep into your eyes, you gaze back with bated breath. He pauses.

"[Name], you're my best friend"

He says. And you knew what it was, he was in love. He's in love with you. So you instantly leaned against him and shared a long gentle kiss. For a long time, you felt like you two were dancing in a snow globe 'round and 'round. And now he keeps a picture of you in his office downtown. And understand why you spent your whole life trying to put it in two words. But you can hear it in the silence. You can feel it on the way home. You can see it with the lights out. You didn't see it back then but now it becomes crystal clear; you're in love, true love. You're in love with Kuroo Tetsuro.

"I think I fell in love with you the moment you gave me this necklace for my eighteenth birthday"

"Oh. Well, I think I fell in love with you when I sat with you for lunch back at high school for the first time"

"You're lying"

"No! Ask Kenma! I just didn't know it back then. But now, when you called me up after what felt like ages, I knew I didn't want to be in love with somebody else"

"Ew, cheeseball"

"Shut up! Look at you, being so in love with me!"

"As if you aren't more terribly in love with me, Tetsu"

"I wouldn't want it any other way, darling"

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

[ohdorothea]

This tournament is being run by and for queer fans so please keep that in mind! Homophobes will be blocked on sight <3 More polls here and more info and lyrics for the songs under the cut!

The question is which song is queerer to you! Queerer can mean whatever you want it to mean; you might consider a song queer because you think it was written that way, or because of Swiftian lore. It might be queer to you because of how you relate it to your own life. Maybe you think from a purely literary standpoint the lyrics have queer themes; maybe you're just thinking about vibes!!!

If you’d like to send in interpretations or propaganda for a specific song you can send them to my inbox! All interpretations are welcome and let’s be open and kind in response to all interpretations <3

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You Are In Love lyrics

One look, dark room meant just for you

Time moved too fast, you played it back

Buttons on a coat, light-hearted joke

No proof, not much, but you saw enough

Small talk, he drives, coffee at midnight

The light reflects the chain on your neck

He says, "Look up," and your shoulders brush

No proof, one touch, but you felt enough

You can hear it in the silence, silence

You, you can feel it on the way home, way home

You, you can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

Morning, his place, burnt toast, Sunday

You keep his shirt, he keeps his word

And for once, you let go

Of your fears and your ghosts

One step, not much, but it said enough

You kiss on sidewalks, you fight then you talk

One night, he wakes, strange look on his face

Pauses, then says, "You're my best friend"

And you knew what it was, he is in love

You can hear it in the silence, silence

You, you can feel it on the way home, way home

You, you can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

And so it goes

You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round

And he keeps a picture of you in his office downtown

And you understand now why

They lost their minds and fought the wars

And why I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words

'Cause you can hear it in the silence

You can feel it on the way home

You can see it with the lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

You can hear it in the silence, silence

You, you can feel it on the way home, way home

You, you can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

You can hear it in the silence, silence

You, you can feel it on the way home, way home

You, you can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

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How You Get The Girl lyrics

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Stand there like a ghost, shaking from the rain, rain

She'll open up the door and say, "Are you insane-ane?"

Say it's been a long six months

And you were too afraid to tell her what you want, want

And that's how it works

That's how you get the girl

And then, you say

I want you for worse or for better

I would wait forever and ever

Broke your heart, I'll put it back together

I would wait forever and ever

And that's how it works

That's how you get the girl, girl

Oh-oh

And that's how it works

That's how you get the girl, girl

Remind her how it used to be, be, yeah, yeah

With pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, cheeks

Tell her how you must have lost your mind, ooh

When you left her all alone, and never told her why, why

And that's how it works

That's how you lost the girl

And now, you say

I want you for worse or for better

I would wait forever and ever (Ever and ever)

Broke your heart, I'll put it back together

I would wait forever and ever (Ever and ever)

And that's how it works

That's how you get the girl, girl

Oh-oh

And that's how it works

That's how you get the girl, girl, yeah, yeah

And you know, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh

That I don't want you to go

Remind me how it used to be

Pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks

And say you want me

Yeah, yeah, 'cause (And then you say)

I want you for worse or for better (Worse or for better)

I would wait forever and ever (Ever and ever)

Broke your heart, I'll put it back together

I want you forever and ever

And that's how it works

That's how you get the girl, girl ('Cause that's how it works)

And that's how it works

That's how you get the girl, girl (Get the girl, that's how it works)

And that's how it works (Oh-oh)

That's how you get the girl, girl (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)

And that's how it works

That's how you get the girl, girl (Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)

And that's how it works

That's how you got the girl

[baekhyunteamo]

you're my best friend | kylian mbappé

bestfriend to lovers, inspired by the song you are in love by taylor swift.

one look, dark room meant just for you.

when you met kylian it honestly wasn't love at first sight. admiration at first sight. it seemed that all eyes were focused on him. lucky would be the one who left this party with him.

time moved too fast, you play it back. buttons on a coat, light-hearted joke. no proof, not much... but you saw enough.

small talk, he drives. coffee at midnight. the light reflects, the chain on your neck...

you don't notice the moment a hello turns into a cute joke with his french accent or how different the shape of his mouth is when he speaks spanish. the way the loud laugh echoed when he said he'd be able to drive you home and you said "driving? i doubt it..." when you shared the first coffee at midnight. latte.

he says, "look up" and your shoulders brush. no proof, one touch but you felt enough.

when you sat side by side on the stairs and he showed you the sky. asked if you thought you'd end up leaving the party for coffee at midnight. the goofy smile when you say partying isn't your strong point, the shoulders touch.

the months passed. there was no way not to look at him and see comfort. kylian was no longer the guy who took you out for coffee at your first fundraiser, he was the guy you called when things didn't go well at work. the guy you sent huge paragraphs to about how your favorite singer released a new album. the guy who listened to hours and hours of theory about taylor swift songs.

you can hear it in the silence.

you can feel it on the way home.

you can see it with the lights out, lights out.

morning, his place. burnt toast, sunday.

you keep his shirt...he keeps his word.

mornings at his house became routine. go there after work and find him on the couch playing fifa. going to the bedroom and picking up any shirt that was on the bed with his scent on it and sitting in the living room to play with him was also routine. waking up in the morning with the smell of burnt toast, watching him try at all costs to do something in the kitchen other than the food already prepared by the nutritionist.

one day he was napping on the couch, a routine moment. he wakes...strange look on his face, pauses, then says:

you're my best friend

and you knew what it was he is in love. and so are you a thousand times more. in the silence of the living room, in the warmth of the sofa. in one of his psg sweatshirts. with the smell of home.

and for once, you let go of your fears and your ghosts... one step, not much but it said enough.

the first kiss didn't happen on the couch, it happened in the middle of the street. close to the 24-hour coffee shop that was routine when the two couldn't sleep.

you kiss on sidewalks. you fight and you talk.

it happened in the middle of one of the stupid, pointless fights. talking about him and his interest in any blonde that is minimally functional.

"you speak without understanding" he says

"kyky, even a blind man knows your type! skinny blonde french girls! i don't understand why you keep denying it all the time, denying is worse!"

"do you just like to pretend you can't see?" he says, taking another sip of the latte, which in the cold of Paris, felt warm in his hands.

"here it comes..." you say holding your own cup

"my type is very specific. likes to play fifa, loves bronwie, horror movies every tuesday. is in love with lilac, but always tells me that i look great in blue. my type actually has brown hair. cuts bangs whenever she's having an existential crisis, she looks great in them. my type, have the most beautiful eyes i've ever seen. you know it's you."

and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars.

[foxes-that-run]

Haylor Mind and Madness theme

Madness & Crazy

Taylor

Wonderland "And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad"

You Are In Love: And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

Blank Space "Magic, madness, heaven, sin" and "They'll tell you I'm insane"

How You Get The Girl: Tell her how you must have lost your mind

Say Don’t Go: "The waiting is a sadness fading into madness"

IDWLF "Baby, baby, I feel crazy Up all night, all night and every day"

Hit's Different "Or have they come to take me away? To take me away"

Don’t Blame Me: For you I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind

Welcome To New York: Like any true love, it drives you crazy

End Game: Reputation precedes me, they told you I’m crazy

Don’t Blame Me: Don’t blame me, love made me crazy

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince: You know I adore you, I’m crazier for you than I was at sixteen

False God: We were crazy to think, crazy to think that this could work

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever: Baby, baby, I feel crazy

Harry

If I could Fly "I've been going out of my mind (I feel it I feel it) Know that I'm just wasting time"

Kiwi "She's driving me crazy, but I'm into it (Oh) and "It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it"

Right Now (1D) "And let's go crazy together (Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh)"

Ophelia "Why don't we get a little high and crazy?"

I just wanna know you "Selfish, crazy and I'm never gonna change"

Complicated Freak "I guess I love crazy, out of your mind"

Night Changes "Does it ever drive you crazy / Just how fast the night changes?"

Mind

Taylor

Treacherous: "Your name has echoes through my mind and I just think you should, think you should know"

Everything Has Changed: "And all I’ve seen since 18 hours ago is green eyes and freckles and your smile in the back of my mind making me feel like" and "let me know that it’s not all in my mind"

Come Back… Be Here: I told myself, “Don’t get attached,” but in my mind I play it back

Shake It Off: It’s like I got this music in my mind saying, “It’s gonna be all right”

Wonderland Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?

Don’t Blame Me: Echoes of your name inside my mind, halo hiding my obsession

Getaway Car: I struck a match and blew your mind

Exile: I never learned to read your mind / Never learned to read my mind

Gold Rush: My mind turns your life into folklore

Question…?: She was on your mind with some dickhead guy that you saw that night

Paris: Let the only flashing lights be the tower at midnight in my mind

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever: I’m sitting eyes wide open and I got one thing stuck in my mind

Harry

Stockholm Syndrome - Used to sing about being free but now he's changed his mind (Oh-oh-oh)

Late Night Talking - Can't get you off my mind (can't get you off my mind)

Complicated freak - Can't get you off my mind

Adore You - Strawberry lipstick state of mind (state of mind)

Where do Broken Hearts Go - Mind is running in circles of you and me / Anyone in between is the enemy

Him "It was me that you had on your mind"

Little Freak "I was thinkin' about who you are / Your delicate point of view”

[xoxoavenger]

You Are In Love

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

summary: And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words 'Cause you can hear in the silence You can feel it on the way home You can see it with the lights out You are in love, true love

word count: 2140

warnings: it's set in the 40s

1989 masterlist main masterlist

Bucky didn't want to have first date to be the Stark Expo.

It's not because he's a dick. It's not because he's doesn't have feelings for her. It's because he wants to geek out and he doesn't want to chase a girl away like that. It had happened three years prior, and it made him retreat into himself and hide it away on future dates.

So it's a good thing he and Y/N have been dating for half a year before the Stark Expo comes around.

She watches as he freaks out when a prototype jetpack is shown. She smiles when his eyes light up in excitement. She holds tightly to his hand and lets him pull her around the exhibits, nodding along as he explains things she doesn't understand.

"What about this one?" She tugs him toward a dark room with some cars in it; she knows how much Bucky loves cars.

"Oh, they have this one every year!" He catches up and starts pulling her now, the two of them walking through the colored cars in glass cases. Bucky is going on and on about them, telling her so many facts she can't tell which car he's talking about anymore. It isn't until they get to the projection room when they realize they're alone. The room is dark, the benches around them empty.

"This is my favorite date." Y/N grabs Bucky's bicep with the hand that isn't holding his hand, head resting against his shoulder. She couldn't care less about what the video is saying, only paying attention to Bucky.

"This is my favorite day. Ever." He squeezes her hand. She can't even say anything else before the video is telling them to look up. When they do, they realize they've been standing underneath a planetarium, the stars lighting up above them.

Bucky's not looking at them. He's looking at their reflection in her eyes, watching her expression of astonishment as the stars dance above them. And then he sees her shiver, and his hands are undoing the buttons on his coat. He had to let go of Y/N's hand, however, so she turns to him with a frown.

"What're you doing?" She asks, eyes lighting up when she realizes. He gives a smirk as he pulls the jacket over his shoulders and onto hers. It makes her cheeks heat, even in the cool hallway. She ducks her head.

"There ya go," He pulls her hair out of the jacket so it still looks good, which makes her heart race in the best way.

"Hey," She smiles as she thinks about what she's about to say and also because Bucky puts his arm around her shoulders and she can't help but lace her fingers with his as they walk. "What do you call dinosaurs who crash their cars?"

"Uh," Bucky squints at her, trying to figure out the pun. And he does, fairly quickly, but he's not going to ruin Y/N's fun. So he pretends to think for far too long.

"Tyrannosaurus wrecks!" She starts laughing, and he does too, because her laughter is contagious.

"Come up with that on your own?" He asks when they calm down.

"Of course!" She slaps his chest with her free hand, only adding to his laughter.

The fact that he's laughing at the joke that night as he lays down to sleep is something he doesn't want to think about, so he pushes it away. But alone, in the silence of his room, he lets just a small piece of hope in.

He still won't name it.

~

"Where are we going?" Her voice is soft because he definitely woke her up (one of the perks of her living alone is that he can call her at midnight because he can't sleep and wants to hang out with her). She had made them coffee, even though Bucky didn't need it, and then they were on their way around town.

"We're just driving." He tells her, going slow through her neighborhood.

"Okay," She seemed fine with this, smiling and taking a sip of her coffee. He can see the moon so clearly in front of him, illuminating the car. It's completely full, larger than he's ever seen it. It gives him an idea.

"Actually," He starts, beginning to accelerate. He has to pull his hand from hers to shift gears, but she simply folds their hands together on the shifter. He blushes at the gesture, hoping the moon isn't so bright that she can see him. "I think I have a better idea."

Bucky is thankful for the blanket he always keeps in the back of his car, because when he gets to the hill the grass is slightly damp. He lays it out for Y/N, who curls up against him as soon as he's laying down. With the blanket she's realized they are star gazing.

"Couldn't sleep?" She asks, voice soft and light. She's left her coffee in the car, and Bucky knows she's only had a couple sips.

"I guess." He answers with a sigh. She moves her head from his arm to his chest, an indication that she's going to fall asleep soon. Bucky's fine with that, always is able to sleep better when she's in his arms.

Another clue to the never ending list of reasons he feels the way he does about her.

"You can sleep." He can tell she's fighting it, trying to stay awake despite the exhaust she must be feeling.

"But what about you?" He hopes she can't hear the beating of his heart, but the way it's thumping makes her think that there's no way.

"Don't worry," He tells her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

They wake the sprinklers at six A.M., but instead of being angry, Y/N laughs. She gasps in some kind of happiness as Bucky pulls the blanket over her head to try and cover her, but the water is coming from all sides. She's pretty wet by the time they get in his car, but he's soaked.

"I'm sorry," He huffs out, starting the car.

"Don't be." She hits his shoulder with a smile.

And on the drive home, Bucky can't speak because the only words he wants to say are 'I love you.'

~

After multiple days of almost falling asleep at Bucky's house and having to leave her car there while Bucky drove her back to her place, they finally planned a night to spend on purpose.

They danced in the small living room, swaying to the soft music of the radio. They made dinner together and stayed awake in bed talking for most of the night, and when they finally fell asleep it was tangled in each others limbs.

When they woke up, Bucky was still asleep. And even though she had never stayed with him before, she knew this was huge. She knew he rarely slept, that there was no way he had slept through the whole night, but the fact that she was able to see him so peaceful made her almost giddy. She wished she could freeze this moment in time, somehow get a camera and take a picture without waking him up.

When the two finally arose from the bed, Y/N wearing Bucky's shirt instead of the pajamas she bought, they decided on a simple breakfast.

But then they were kissing, and then Bucky's hands were under her thighs and she was being hoisted up onto the counter, bare thighs erupting with goosebumps from the cold surface. The toaster pops with a small ding, but neither of them hear it. It's only when the smell of burning eps gets unbearable when they pull apart and realize the mess they've made.

It's stupid, but it makes Y/N even happier, the fact that Bucky doesn't get angry but instead laughs as he throws the eggs away. He takes a crunchy bite of the toast, which makes her laugh, and then decides they should just go to the diner near by. And while Y/N knows she has to change out of his shirt, she stuffs it in her bag anyway. If Bucky notices, he doesn't say anything, taking her hand before they're even out the door as they head out for a Sunday morning stroll.

And then she spends the night once more, because even though they both have work in the morning the day has been so perfect that they're willing to risk showing up to work late if it means getting to sleep in each other's arms once more. So Y/N takes another of Bucky's shirts, and Bucky makes them an actual dinner, and when they sit down all they can talk about is the park where they had set up a picnic at, the way Bucky sneezed endlessly until they left because of the pollen swirling in the air.

For some reason, Y/N finds it harder to sleep this night. She tries not to toss and turn, because somehow Bucky is asleep, but she feels guilty when the only comfortable position she can find is facing Bucky, his arms resting by his sides. She watches his chest rise and fall slowly and softly, takes in all the shades of his hair, the way his eyelashes touch his cheeks. She almost jumps when he stirs, but he's just moving to face her, eyes blinking slowly for a couple seconds.

"Are you alright?" She barely puts any sound behind the words, incase he's about to go back to sleep. But his eyes open more, and his face is strange, a kind of peaceful she hasn't seen him wear even when he was sleeping.

"You're my best friend." He tells her groggily, pulling her into him. He's out like a light only a second later, but Y/N's heart is racing. She knows what this means. She knows how big this is.

Bucky is in love.

~

She doesn't realize her feelings until they go to the local dinner and dance place a couple blocks from her apartment.

Most of the night had been swing dancing, something Bucky had taught her how to do the first night she stayed with him, and she enjoyed spinning and turning. She enjoyed the way her heart raced not only because Bucky was smiling at her like she put the stars in the sky, but also because the exhilaration of letting go and dancing was so thrilling it made her never want to stop.

And then the slow song came on.

It was one of the ones that was mostly instrumental, and she couldn't deny Bucky when he took her hand and pulled her in close. She had danced with Bucky many times before, but this time it felt different some how. His hand was on her back, hers on his shoulder and over his heart, where his other hand was covering. She leaned in close, the scent of him washing over her and making her feel safe, like they were the only two people in the whole world. She knows that even though they aren't alone, even though there are bad things, Bucky would protect her. He kept a picture of her in his wallet (something he would never admit to but Steve had told her when the two had first met).

And then she understood.

It was silent for a moment, while she realized what she was feeling.

She's in love.

She must have froze, because Bucky stops swaying, pulling them apart just enough that he can look at her face. She looks up at him, eyes wide, and he looks nervous for a moment. Before he can even ask, she's saying it.

"I love you." She mutters, barely over the music. The song stops, another swing song starting up. People are dancing wildly around them once more, but they're frozen, hands locked over his heart. Bucky smiles, the kind that Y/N has never seen, and it lights her up.

"I thought you'd never say it." He tells her, which breaks her out of her trance and makes her roll her eyes while pulling her hand from his shoulder and hitting him. He laughs as he pulls her closer with the hand on her back, pausing to kiss her forehead.

"I know you're in love." She tells him, which makes him laugh even harder as they continue to sway to the upbeat music, not a care in the world for the looks they're getting.

"I have been for awhile." He leans back once more, the two of them happily looking at each other. "I've loved you since the Stark Expo." He tells her, making her cheeks heat.

"Yeah?" She doesn't know what to say, settling for the unwitty remark.

"Oh yeah," They're slow dancing once more, foreheads against each other as their breaths mingle. "And I'll be loving you for a long time." 

//

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[skelavender]

“It’s snowing,” she says. Mulder follows her gaze. “The first of the season.” “Huh, look at that.”  “Yeah,” She sighs absently, leaning back into his body. “It’s so peaceful.” “It is.” 

read chapter seven of you are in love on ao3, or below the cut!

And so it goes

You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round

And he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown

And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words

'Cause you can hear in the silence

You can feel it on the way home

You can see it with the lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

***

January 1997

Scully is fucking bored. 

She’s pacing the office aimlessly while Mulder is out who-knows-where, probably meeting an informant that he won’t tell Scully anything about. It’s not often that she’s here when Mulder isn’t, but when it does occur, it’s the worst. He can occupy himself by organizing and reorganizing the X-Files themselves, but she’s not going to mess with his (allegedly) organized chaos.

She fills the time by inspecting Mulder’s wall of insanity behind his desk. It’s covered in everything from sketches to newspaper clippings to a photo of them at a crime scene. She’s noticed it before, of course, but it’s slightly shifted and showing a sliver of another image stuck behind it. They’re lined up almost perfectly, but not sticking together, so it must be intentional.

Scully removes the pin, and behind the photo is another one of them, this one from their wedding day. Skinner must have taken it. She hadn’t even noticed he had a camera. 

And here the photo lives, behind a far less innocuous one, but there all the same. Its mere existence threatens their partnership within the FBI, and yet Mulder keeps it here, close to him, in their space. She wonders how she had never noticed it before.

She and Mulder are framed in cascading sunlight, walking down the white arched walkway outside the courthouse. His hand is on her lower back, as it often is when they walk side-by-side like this, and her hand is angled up to rest on his mid back. He looks down at her, and she up at him like… shit, she looks up at him like she’s in love with him. She was. She is. 

Is this how she always looks at him, with this gaze? How they appear to every outsider? No wonder people have been making their assumptions about them since they started to work together, if she’s constantly looking at him like he hung the stars she wishes on. 

“Scully, you’re not gonna believe this,” Mulder says as he bursts through the door, filling the room with his excited energy. He approaches her and presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth in greeting before he continues. “What do you know about Mexican folklore?”

Scully doesn’t register what he’s said, she barely even glances up at him. Her eyes remain glued to the photo between her fingers.

“I didn’t know there were photos.” She murmurs absently.

“What?” Mulder’s eyes catch on the glossy paper between her fingers. “Oh.”

“Did Skinner give it to you?”

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t know he brought a camera.”

“Neither did I, until he gave me the photo.” Mulder forces an awkward chuckle. “It’s, uh, it’s the only copy, and I have the negative, if that’s what you’re worried about. I asked. And I figured if I kept it behind other stuff, it was innocuous enough, but if you think it’d be safer to get rid of it…”

“Do you think we could get a copy?” She asks before she can lose her nerve. She looks up at him. “I’d like one.”

Mulder is a bit shocked by this. He hadn’t expected her to be so… eager about it. “Uh, yeah. I can get one for you.”

“Thanks.” She smiles up at him like he’s offered some grand gesture, like she doesn’t know he would go to the ends of the earth for her. Like this small favor is everything he would ever ask for.

“Of course.” He wraps his arm around her and pulls her in to his body. Her hand settles on his mid back, their position mirroring their wedding photo. He presses a kiss into her hair, and pulls her into a hug.

She wants a copy of their wedding photo. Mulder feels like they’re teetering on the edge of something, but he can’t quite tell what.

***

Mulder doesn’t even realize he’s in pain until a hand on his shoulder breaks him from his trance. His eyes burn from staring at the flickering computer screen for hours and his back and shoulders ache from an extended period of his horrible computer hunch. He breaks his stare down with the computer to look up at Scully, who is standing behind him with concern painted across her features and the blanket that usually lays at the end of her bed draped over her shoulders.

“Mulder? Are you alright?”

“Huh?” He says dazedly. He’s shifted gears too suddenly, now left feeling like he’s stepped into a dream. 

“You weren’t responding when I called your name. Are you okay?”

“Yeah— yeah. Sorry, Scully, I got a little… caught up.”

“In what?”

Mulder rubs his stinging eyes. “A potential case, which is looking less and less like an actual case. What time is it?”

“Close to two.” 

“Why are you up?”

“I was cold.” She grumbled. “We might want to look into getting the windows resealed, it gets so drafty in the bedroom.”

“I’ll put it on the list.” Mulder rises, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “C’mon, Scully, let’s go to bed. I’ll keep you warm.” 

At the top of the stairs, Scully pauses. “Do you want some tea, Mulder? It might help you sleep.” 

This is an offer Scully makes frequently, but one that Mulder doesn’t take. He’s so used to being awake at all hours that he doesn’t think something as simple as a cup of tea would help. 

But Scully is cold, and if she’s making a cup for him, she’ll make some for herself as well. 

“Sure.” 

She doesn’t look surprised that he’s finally agreed, she just fills the kettle and places it in its usual home on the back burner before flicking it on. She reaches for the teabags and Mulder for the mugs, which sit on a higher shelf. There’s a light smile on her face as she settles a tea bag into each mug, as if there’s no place she would be more content than their kitchen at 2AM. 

Wind blasts against the walls, singing through the trees in the side yard. The cold air seems in slightly, and Scully shivers despite her blanket. Mulder gathers her into his arms, wrapping the blanket around him too so that it captures both of their body heat. He rests his face in her hair and closes his eyes, breathing the moment into his lungs and letting it enter his bloodstream. 

Scully hums into his chest, content and sleepy. They just stand there in each other’s arms as the water boils. 

Mulder doesn’t even notice they’re swaying until the singing of the kettle makes him open his eyes. Softly shifting back and forth, not quite in a dance, just enough movement to lull them into a sleepy, drifting state. 

Scully blinks slowly as Mulder pulls away to pour the water. She could have fallen asleep standing up, comforted by the warmth of Mulder’s embrace. Her eyes drift out the window, and a smile graces her face. 

“It’s snowing,” she says. Mulder follows her gaze. “The first of the season.”

“Huh, look at that.” 

“Yeah,” She sighs absently, leaning back into his body. “It’s so peaceful.”

“It is.” 

They’re silent for a moment, standing in each other’s arms watching the snow fall as their tea steeps. 

***

It’s a quiet Friday evening when everything changes. They’ve just gotten back from their latest case in California and had finished the paperwork this morning, but haven’t haven’t started a new one yet. The window and cabinet are fixed from the ordeal with the Excellium Medical Group case, they haven't heard from Krychek or the Cigarette Smoking Man, and everything is quiet. They’re at peace.

In this moment especially. They’re on the couch with an old movie on the TV and abandoned takeout containers on the coffee table in front of them. January rain pelts the windows, making their space feel fuller, safer. These four walls keep the rain out and the love in. 

Mulder is leaning against Scully’s shoulder, her cheek resting on the top of his head, half asleep. She feels so full. It's one of those moments, ones she has often, these days, where she’s overwhelmed by the pressure of how much she wants, wants him, wants a life together, wants bliss. 

Scully reaches for one of her fantasies, the ones she keeps on the shelf in her brain she can only touch on special occasions, the distant dreams involving her and Mulder. The unattainable things she doesn’t have, things she can’t have, much still make her chest ache with sticky-sweet yearning. She finds the shelf empty. 

In the blink of an eye, it all falls into place. 

Oh. Oh. 

Just as the feeling is rising in her throat and starting to choke her, she realizes that she has it. Every domestic fantasy she’s had about Mulder over the years, she has. The quiet evenings, the loud and bumbling mornings, the laughter and casual affection in between. She has him, and she has for a while. There’s nothing else to be afraid of.

“We’re married” The words slip past her lips without meaning to.

“Uh, yeah? I was there?” Mulder says with a laugh, “I get people forget anniversaries, Scully, but the entire marriage?”

“No, I mean – we’re married, Mulder. We’re… a couple.” The realization has caught her off guard, and she’s a bit breathless when she says it.

“Oh.” He sounds just as surprised about it as she is. Neither of them have noticed the direction they’ve been shifting in, too preoccupied by want for a step they haven’t quite yet reached.

“Yeah.”

“What do we… do about that?”

“I don't know.”

A moment passes, thick and full of things thus far left unsaid. Mulder is the one to break it.

“Do we just… let it happen?” he suggests.

She pretends to think for a moment. Like the suggestion doesn’t make her heart skip a beat. Like this isn't everything she's always wanted. “Alright.”

He looks up at her with his puppy dog eyes, wide and vulnerable. Full of hope, of wonder. It’s the same way he looked at her while stargazing in West Virginia a couple months ago, and oh, he’s had this simmering inside him too. He’s wanted her, just like she’s wanted him.

Quietly, she says, “I can't imagine being married to anyone else, Mulder. I don’t want to.” She takes a shaky breath, “You’re my person.”

“I love you.”

She places two fingers under his chin, and pulls him in to kiss her. It's slow, easy as breathing. Peaceful. When they break apart, she looks into his wide, awed eyes and his Christmas tree smile, and places a light kiss on his nose before pulling him closer. They lay on the couch, intertwined, hugging each other a little tighter than they had been before. 

Perhaps it’s silly, to perceive something as simple as a kiss as world-changing, as redefining a four-year-long relationship. But with that small contact, just like that, they’re married. Actually married, not just on paper, but finally in agreement on the shape of a them. They’re together. They’re in love.

Scully understands love songs. She understands poetry. She understands how people lose themselves in the depths of this feeling. Her chest is ballooned with pure emotion, like her body is too small to hold all of her love for him so it’s leaking out at the seams, in the spaces her own practiced hands have sutured together old wounds. 

She doesn’t realize at first that he’s playing with her ring where it lays on top of her shirt. She wears it openly when they’re at home, and she had caught him staring at it a couple times before. Actually, looking back at it, that might’ve been him looking at her chest. Huh.

“Do you,” he clears his throat, “Do you want to start wearing this on your finger?”

A small smile spreads across her face, warm and slow. she runs her hand through his hair, encouraging him to look up at her. 

“Ask me properly, Mulder.”

“Scully,” he says, breathless and with his lips scant centimeters away from hers, “Will you marry me?”

She echoes his words from last year before she kisses him. “Any day of the week, honey.”

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The Crows as Taylor Swift albums (pt.3)

because sleep and sanity are out the fucking window

Jesper Fahey : 1989

🎞️ “Everybody here was someone else before // And you can want who you want // Boys and boys and girls and girls” - Welcome To New York 

🎞️ “Nice to meet you, where you been? // I could show you incredible things // Magic, madness, heaven, sin // Saw you there and I thought // “Oh, my God, look at that face // You look like my next mistake // Love's a game, wanna play?"” - Blank Space 

🎞️ “And when we go crashing down, we come back every time // ‘Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style” - Style 

🎞️ “You took a Polaroid of us // Then discovered (Then discovered) // The rest of the world was black and white // But we were in screaming colour” - Out of the Woods 

🎞️ “I said, "No one has to know what we do" // His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room // And his voice is a familiar sound”  - Wildest Dreams 

🎞️ “Tossing, turning // Struggled through the night with someone new // And I could go on and on, on and on // Lantern, burning // Flickered in the night, only you  // But you were still gone, gone, gone” - This Love 

🎞️ “Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it // My love // They are the hunters, we are the foxes // And we run” - I Know Places 

🎞️ “Ten months sober, I must admit // Just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it // Ten months older, I won't give in //Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it“ - Clean 

🎞️ “Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds? // Ooh, didn't it all seem new and exciting? //I felt your arms twistin' around me” - Wonderland 

🎞️ “No proof, one touch // But you felt enough // You can hear it in the silence, silence, you // You can feel it on the way home, way home, you // You can see it // with the lights out, lights out // You are in love, true love” - You Are In Love 

🎞️ “You keep his shirt // He keeps his word // And for once, you let go // Of your fears and your ghosts // One step, not much // But it said enough” - You Are In Love 

🎞️ “And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars // And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words” - You Are In Love

🎞️ “‘Cause baby, I could build a castle // Out of all the bricks they threw at me // And every day is like a battle // But every night with us is like a dream // It's poker // He can't see it in my face // But I'm about to play my Ace (ah) // We need love // But all we want is danger // We team up // Then switch sides like a record changer // The rumors are terrible and cruel //But honey, most of them are true” - New Romantics 

🎞️ “Baby, we're the new romantics // Come on, come along with me // Heartbreak is the national anthem // We sing it proudly // We are too busy dancing // To get knocked off our feet // Baby, we're the new romantics // The best people in life are free” - New Romantics

Wylan Van Eck Hendriks : Evermore

🍂 “You know that my train could take you home // Anywhere else is hollow // Begging for you to take my hand // Wreck my plans // That's my man” - willow

🍂 “How evergreen, our group of friends // Don't think we'll say that word again // And soon thev'll have the nerve to deck the halls // That we once walked through” - champagne problems 

🍂 “I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush // I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch // Everybody wants you // Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you // Walk past, quick brush // I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush // I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush // Everybody wants you” - gold rush

🍂 “I notice everything you do or don't do // You're so much older and wiser, and I // I wait by the door like I'm just a kid // Use my best colors for your portrait // Lay the table with the fancy shit // And watch you tolerate it // If it's all in my head, tell me now // Tell me I've got it wrong somehow // I know my love should be celebrated // But you tolerate it” - tolerate it

🍂 “He reports his missing wife // And I noticed when I passed his house his truck has got some brand new tires // And his mistress moved in // Sleeps in Este's bed and everything // No, there ain't no doubt // Somebody's gotta catch him out” - no body, no crime 

🍂 “Showed you all of my hiding spots // I was dancing when the music stopped// And in the disbelief // I can't face reinvention // I haven't met the new me yet “ - happiness

🍂 “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?” - coney island 

🍂”You're a cowboy like me // Perched in the dark // Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear // Like it could be love // I could be the way forward // Only if they pay for it” - cowboy like me 

🍂 “When I dropped my sword // I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door // And we live in peace // But if someone comes at us // This time, I'm ready” - long story short 

🍂 “Long story short, it was a bad time // Long story short, I survived” - long story short 

🍂 “‘Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me // Watched as you signed your name Marjorie // All your closets of backlogged dreams // And how you left them all to me” - marjorie 

🍂 “You're alive, so alive // And if I didn't know better // I'd think you were singing to me now // If I didn't know better // I'd think you were still around” - marjorie 

🍂 “It cut deep to know ya // Right to the bone // Yes, I got your letter  // Yes, I'm doing better  // I know that it's over  // I don't need your closure” - closure

🍂 “And when I was shipwrecked (can't think of all the cost) // I thought of you (all the things that will be lost now) // In the cracks of light (can we just get a pause?) // I dreamed of you (to be certain we'll be tall again)” - evermore 

🍂 “Sometimes giving up is the strong thing // Sometimes to run is the brave thing // Sometimes walking out is the one thing // That will find you the right thing” - it’s time to go

🍂 “Now he sits on his throne in his palace of bones // Praying to his greed // He's got my past frozen behind glass // But I've got me” - it’s time to go 

(Kaz, Inej, Matthias and Nina are already posted)

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; 1989 (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift (Part II)

WILDEST DREAMS

Let's get out of this town.

Heaven can't help me now.

Nothing lasts forever.

This is gonna take me down.

He's so tall and handsome as hell.

He's so bad, but he does it so well.

I can see the end as it begins.

Say you'll remember me.

Say you'll see me again.

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams.

No one has to know what wе do.

This is gettin' good now.

You'll see me in hindsight.

Burnin' it down.

Someday, when you leave me, I bet these memories follow you around.

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

Are you insane?

It's been a long six months.

You were too afraid to tell her what you want.

That's how it works.

That's how you get the girl.

I want you for worse or for better.

I would wait forever and ever.

Broke your heart, I'll put it back together.

Remind her how it used to be.

Tеll her how you must have lost your mind.

You left her all alone and never told her why?

That's how you lost the girl.

You know that I don't want you to go.

THIS LOVE

I could go on and on.

And you were just gone.

I never dreamed of this.

This love is good.

This love is bad.

This love is alive back from the dead.

These hands had to let it go free.

This love came back to me.

Struggled through the night with someone new.

You showed up just in time.

I watched you leave.

When you're young, you just run.

You come back to what you need.

This love left a permanent mark.

This love is glowing in the dark.

I KNOW PLACES

It's a scene and we're out here in plain sight.

I can hear them whisper as we pass by.

It's a bad sign.

Somethin' happens when everybody finds out.

Love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out.

They are the hunters, we are the foxes.

I know places we won't be found.

They'll be chasing their tails tryin' to track us down.

I know places we can hide.

Lights flash and we'll run for the fences.

Let them say what they want, we won't hear it.

Loose lips sink ships all the damn time.

Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it.

They take their shots, but we're bulletproof.

You know, for me, it's always you.

I know, for you, it's always me.

CLEAN

The drought was the very worst.

The flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst

It was months and months of back and forth.

You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore.

Hung my head as I lost the war.

When I was drownin', that's when I could finally breathe.

I think I am finally clean.

I punchеd a hole in the roof.

Let the flood carry away all my pictures of you.

I screamed so loud, but no one heard a thing.

Just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it.

I won't give in.

Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it.

WONDERLAND

We fell down a rabbit hole.

Nothing's as it seems.

Didn't they tell us, "Don’t rush into things"?

Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?

Didn't it all seem new and excitin'?

I should have slept with one eye open at night.

We found Wonderland.

You and I got lost in it.

We pretended it could last forever.

Life was never worse, but never better.

There were strangers watchin'.

Whispers turned to talkin', and talking turned to screams.

Didn’t you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile?

It’s all fun and games 'til somebody loses their mind.

I reached for you, but you were gone.

I knew I had to go back home.

You searched the world for somethin' else to make you feel like what we had.

And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad.

YOU ARE IN LOVE

Time moved too fast.

No proof, not much, but you saw enough.

The light reflects the chain on your neck.

No proof, one touch, but you felt enough.

You can hear it in the silence.

You can feel it on the way home.

You can see it with the lights out.

You are in love.

He keeps his word.

For once, you lеt go of your fears and your ghosts.

You're my best friend.

He keeps a picture of you in his office downtown

You understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars.

I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words.

NEW ROMANTICS

We're all so tired of everything.

We wait for trains that just aren't comin'.

We show off our different scarlet letters.

Trust me, mine is better.

We're so young, but we're on the road to ruin.

We play dumb, but we know exactly what we're doin'.

We cry tears of mascara in the bathroom.

I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me.

Every day is like a battle.

Every night with us is like a dream.

We're the new romantics.

Heartbreak is the national anthem.

We are too busy dancin' to get knocked off our feet.

The best people in life are free.

The lights and noise are blinding.

It's all in the timing,

We need love, but all we want is danger.

We team up, then switch sides like a record changer.

The rumors are terrible and cruel but, honey, most of them are true.

Come along with me.

Please, take my hand.

Please, take me dancin'.

Please, leave me stranded.

It's so romantic.

[unlikelysaintdelele]

some interesting things i've noted during my ACOTAR reread Pt. 5 (ACOMAF edition)

*SPOILER WARNING for those who haven’t completed the series*

Face has color, marks under her eyes are almost gone. She was getting better in the night court.

Calls Lucien her friend! 🧡

Tamlin was genuinely freaking out about her being taken, trashed the study, the house, panting when he got her back, “you’re alright, you’re alright.”

“There won’t be a next time… i’m not letting you go.” hmmm, would sound hot (out of context) if not for his previous behavior. Sounds more frantic, a call of desperation.

She asks what Tamlin will do with the information about Rhys and he refuses to reveal it. Tamlin and rhys are so different in their treatment of feyre.

Refuses to let her train, claims he’s strong enough to protect them, and claims no war will happen. Asshat. It’s awful, so awful. AND HE UNDERESTIMATES HER OVER AND OVER AGAIN. He doesn’t even want to bother with training her to give her a chance, doesn’t tell her anything about what is happening around her. She’s a doll, a caged bird with pretty feathers.

Lucien tried to argue for her to get trained! Still not enough.

“My high lord… I could bow to him on this one thing.”

It does seem pointless to be collecting a tithe when they’re still rebuilding… “that’s the way it is” was his only excuse. He called helping “handouts”

The bracelet Feyre gave the water-wraith was ruby studded… rubies are typically red. She only wore it because Ianthe told her it suited her coloring better than the silver one she almost wore… Ianthe with the red again.

The “force” inside her “spear[ed] for Lucien” in an attempt to tell him to not back down… SHE WAS IN HIS MIND? And two burned handprints on the table!

The discoloration is back… tamlin fuck you, you’re destroying her and don’t care.

He doesn’t know she hates the color red… he’s noticed she hasn’t been painting.

Bruh why is he getting angry over her just asking about his stuff? Asking if all the paper work would help him…

She tells him she’s suffocating, drowning, and he’s the reason why. Instead of addressing it, his power exploded. She’s terrified. She put a shield up to protect herself. She’d spoken with what was left of her heart.

His anger, his lack of control, his sweeping everything under the rug

She is only speaking with her body with tamlin now, she has lost her voice with him… some days, she doesn’t speak at all.

She’s been waking up later and later, “sometimes not bothering to get out of bed until lunch.” ma’am, that’s a sign a depression. Worse yet, they just did the horizontal tango. All these signs and he’s only having sex with her. He’s doing nothing to help her but doing anything and everything to help himself.

SHE’S LOSING WEIGHT TOO. AH, FUCKING TAMPON, STOP FUCKING HER. her night court pants were looser than last month.

He’s lying about how Rhys managed to get past their wards…

Omg, she’s not fighting anymore. She’s losing her light and energy. And Rhys, my love, my heart, he’s trying so damn hard. “Come on. Play with me.” That worried look in his eyes. Pain. “Eat breakfast with me.” “I’ll always make time for you.” “Tell me what to do to help you.”

Tortured, beaten, and assaulted… poor rhys.

Black glimmering shield of adamant.

She’s becoming a ghost.

Icy glittering rage, growing claws

I don’t think i could ever hate Lucien. He’s loyal to a fault, yes, and his attempts at helping her are never enough, but at least he sees, at least he tries. He fought for her and lost and submitted to the loss. I’m def angry he didn’t try harder considering he views feyre as his friend, but i understand. (him wincing when she asked to go with them, and what face did he make that caused tamlin to unfurl with anger? Also, he’s lost his sass. He’s so serious now. He’s feeling just as lost.)

OMFG Ianthe is manipulating them, implying Rhys will one day go against his bargain and not return her to Spring and that he feeds her “poisoned lies.”

[between-the-pages-ofa-book]

1989 Ranking

Is It Over Now?: You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor

Clean: Just because you're clean don't mean you don't miss it

Say Don't Go: Why'd you have to twist the knife?

Out of the Woods: The monsters turned out to be just trees

Blank Space: Darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream

How You Get the Girl: Remind me how it used to be; pictures in frames, of kisses on cheeks

All You Had To Do Was Stay: People like me are gone forever when you say goodbye

I Wish You Would: We're a crooked love in a straight line down

Now That We Don't Talk: Remind myself the more I gave, you'd want me less

Slut!: In a world of boys, he's a gentleman

Wildest Dreams: Someday, when you leave me, I'll bet these memories follow you around

Style: When we go crashing down, we come back every time

I Know Places: Loose lips sink ships all the damn time

Suburban Legends: And you kissed me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever

You Are In Love: And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars and why I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words

Wonderland: You searched the world for something else to make you feel like what we had

This Love: In losing grip, on sinking ships, you showed up just in time

New Romantics: Cause baby, I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me

Bad Blood: Band-aids don't fix bullet holes

Shake It Off: And to the fella over there with the hella good hair, won't you come on over baby, we can shake, shake, shake

Welcome To New York: Took our broken hearts, put them in a drawer

[agronzky]

⠀⠀⠀ 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟗 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. ♡

"Everybody here wanted somethin' more"

"It's a new soundtrack, I could dance to this beat"

"But you know you wouldn't change anything"

"Oh, my God, look at that face you look like my next mistake"

"I'm dying to see how this one ends"

"I could show you incredible things"

"It's been a while since I have even heard from you"

"What you heard is true, but I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you"

"And when we go crashing down, we come back every time"

"The rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color"

"We were built to fall apart then fall back together"

"Remember when we couldn't take the heat?"

"Hope the winds of change will change your mind"

"I've never been the best at letting go"

"I could give a million reasons why, but you're going"

"It's like I got this music in my mind"

"'Cause you still don't know what I never said"

"Wish I'd never hung up the phone like I did"

"You gave me everything and nothing"

"Now we got problems and I don't think we can solve 'em"

"Still got scars on my back from your knife"

"If you live like that, you live with ghosts"

"Let's get out of this town. Drive out of the city, away from the crowds"

"No one has to know what we do"

"Someday when you leave me I bet these memories follow you around"

"And you were too afraid to tell her what you want"

"I want you for worse or for better, I would wait for ever and ever"

"Remind me how it used to be, pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks"

"When you're young, you just run"

"And you were just gone and gone"

"Struggled through the night with someone new"

"I can hear them whisper as we pass by"

"They are the hunters, we are the foxes"

"Let them say what they want, we won't hear it"

"You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore"

"When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe"

"Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it"

"Didn't they tell us don't rush into things?"

"Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?"

"I reached for you, but you were gone"

"You can hear it in the silence"

"And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars"

"And he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown"

"We play dumb but we know exactly what we're doin'"

"Heartbreak is the national anthem"

"The rumors are terrible and cruel"

[vibingandthrivingouthere]

list of lyrics that destroy me completely when i think about aziracrow

"You know the distance never made a difference to me. I swam a lake of fire, I'd have walked across the floor of any sea. Ignored the vastness between all that can be seen, and all that we believe. So I thought you were like an angel to me" Unknown/Nth, Hozier

(or just all of unknown/nth to be honest)

"We've been living on a fault line, and for a while, you were all mine. I spent a lifetime giving you my heart, I swear I'll be yours forever, till forever falls apart” Till Forever Falls Apart, Ashe and FINNEAS

"I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you. Take me back to the night we met. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you. Oh, take me back to the night we met" The Night We Met, Lord Huron

"For all that was said, of where we'd end up at the end of it. When the heart would cease, ours never knew peace. What good would it be on the far side of things? It was too soon, when that part of you was ripped away. A grip taking hold, like a cancer that grows. Each piece of your body that it takes" Francesca, Hozier

"I would not change it each time. Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I" Francesca, Hozier

A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes. I screamed aloud as it tore through them and now it's left me blind. The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out. You've left me in the dark, no dawn, no day. I'm always in this twilight in the shadow of your heart. And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat. I tried to find the sound, but then it stopped and I was in the darkness. So darkness I became" Cosmic Love, Florence + The Machine

"Small talk, he drives. Coffee at midnight, the light reflects the chain on your neck. He says, "Look up", and your shoulders brush. No proof, one touch, but you felt enough" "One night he wakes, strange look on his face. Pauses, then says, 'You're my best friend'. And you knew what it was, he is in love" "And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars, and why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words" You are in Love, Taylor Swift

"I've waited a hundred years, but I'd wait a million more for you" Turning Page, Sleeping at Last

"One bright morning goes so easy. Darkness always finds you either way. It creeps into the corners as the moment fades. A voice your body jumps to calling out your name, but after this I'm never gonna be the same and I am never going back again" First Light, Hozier

"You and I burned out our steam, chasing someone else's dream. How can something be so much heavier, but so much less than what it seems? Darling, we sacrificed, we gave our time to something undefined. This phantom life sharpens like an image, but it sharpens like a knife" Who We Are, Hozier

"You say, "I don't understand, " and I say, "I know you don't". We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't. Remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light. Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time Do I throw out everything we built or keep it? I'm getting tired even for a phoenix, always risin' from the ashes, mendin' all her gashes. You might just have dealt the final blow" "And I'm fadin', thinkin' "Do something, babe, say something" "Lose something, babe, risk something" (you're losin' me) "Choose something, babe, I got nothing to believe unless you're choosin' me" You're Losing Me, Taylor Swift

"Say what you want, but say it like you mean it with your fists for once. A long, cold war with your kids at the front, just give it one more day then you're done" "Head full of whiskey but I always deliver. Jesus, if you're listening, let me handle my liquor. And Jesus, if you're there, why do I feel alone in this room with you?" American Teenager, Ethel Cain

"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death, good God, let me give you my life" Take me to Church, Hozier

"you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever" "I had the fantasy that maybe our mismatched star signs would surprise the whole school, when I ended up back at our class reunion walking in with you. You'd be more than a chapter in my old diaries with the pages ripped out. I am standing in a 1950s gymnasium and I can still see you now" "I broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it. Waves crash on the shore, I dash to the door. You don't knock anymore and my whole life's ruined" Suburban Legends, Taylor Swift

Literally every word of Say Don't Go by Taylor Swift

[nefertiti-fooling-fellow]

A Study of Good Omens and Taylor Swift Lyrics

AKA: These are the songs/lyrics from Taylor Swift songs that I connect to Good Omens (in honors of 1989 (Taylor’s Version))!!

1. YOU ARE IN LOVE (1989)

Hands down my favorite Taylor Swift song EVER.

Here are some lyrics that I think fits the Ineffable Spouses:

One look, dark room

Meant just for you

I mean…Aziphale and Crowley having to communicate through glances and touch because they can never really say they truly mean through the ages?

Time moved too fast

You play it back

Crowley literally STOPPING TIME because Aziraphale threatens to stop speaking to him!!! Simp behavior!!

You're my best friend

THEY. ARE. BEST. FRIENDS.

And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words

To me, it makes sense that they wouldn’t really have a good grasp of individual love quite yet at the beginning. Angels like Aziraphale are obligated to love ALL of God’s creation, but that’s a very distant kind of love. Crowley, a demon, whose very job description details that pure love is something he cannot feel.

But as they spend more time around humans, they finally realize the quiet companionship they feel around each other is LOVE. They find love in each other, in the simple pleasures of the human world around them.

(Am I reading into this too much?? Who knows! I’m having fun, I hope you’re having fun, let’s continue)

2. Dancing With Our Hands Tied (Reputation)

I loved you in secret

Self-explanatory.

Deep blue, but you painted me golden

I think this line relates to both of them, especially recalling the Job minisode in S2E2. They were both lonely, both struggling with their faith in their respective sides but found common ground and a sense of belonging with each other!!!

I loved you in spite of

Deep fears that the world would divide us

I think this is self-explanatory again but it just needed to be said, such a good lyric.

Yeah, we were dancing

And I had a bad feeling

But we were dancing

This lyric reminds me of their Arrangement. I see a lot of people on here describing the rituals that Aziraphale and Crowley form over the years as an intricate “dance” around one another and I wholeheartedly agree.

Even though they don’t really think of each other as “hereditary enemies” (case in point: “foul fiend! After you,” from Season 1, Aziraphale stopping mid-smiting in S2E2 when he recognizes Crowley, “I trust you,” in S2E4, the Arrangement, etc…) they still dance the same lines of arguing that they are on different sides and therefore inherently different because their hands were tied (metaphorically) by their respective loyalty to Heaven or Hell.

3. Wildest Dreams (1989)

This song feels to me like it’s from Aziraphale’s point of view, if we were to relate it to the Husbands.

Exhibit A:

I thought Heaven can't help me now

Nothing lasts forever

Yeah…sounds familiar?

He's so tall and handsome as hell

I just think that this is how Aziraphale would pine over Crowley in his mind, it’s very…Austen, he would write this in his diary with a glitter pen.

I said, "No one has to know what we do"

Did someone say the Arrangement? Unlikely alliance??? Perchance.

4. Peace (folklore)

If Wildest Dreams is Aziraphale’s pining moment, then Peace is Crowley’s.

All these people think love's for show

But I would die for you in secret

Angels in heaven has no concept of love, they believe Crowley wholeheartedly when he says “you have to wait a few days and see,” and even Crowley himself thinks that love is equivalent to sheltering under the rain and sharing one sweet, perfect kiss.

But that’s not why we, the watchers, recognize that Crowley loves Aziraphale, we see that when he walks through consecrated ground and saves Aziraphale’s book!! Crowley cares!! He would do anything to make sure Aziraphale’s safe!! And that’s love!!

The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me

THEY. ARE. FRIENDS.

5. Right Where You Left Me (evermore)

Season 2, Episode 6. Yeah.