#taylor swift ask meme

[honeybeememes]

𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

a collection of plots based on taylor swift songs. add "reverse" to switch the roles.

send "champagne problems" ... for a starter where the receiver has proposed to or been proposed to by the sender, and they've said no.

send "hits different" ... for a starter where the sender and receiver have broken up, and the sender calls the receiver drunk to express how much they miss them.

send "ivy" ... for a starter where the sender and receiver are actively having a forbidden relationship despite having tried to resist, with one being in a relationship that they can't leave.

send "you're losing me" ... for a starter where the sender is reaching their breaking point, and warning the receiver they're about to leave them.

send "back to december" ... for a starter where the sender is trying to win back the receiver after a painful breakup.

send "exile" ... for a starter where the sender and receiver have broken up, and the sender becomes jealous to see the receiver has moved on to someone new.

send "babe" ... for a starter where the sender has been unfaithful, and is admitting it to the receiver.

send "illicit affairs" ... for a starter where the sender and receiver are having a forbidden relationship or are both in relationships, but the sender wants more.

send "cardigan" for the a starter where the sender and receiver had a relationship when they were younger, ending in heartbreak, and are reuniting years later.

send "bejewled" for the a starter where the sender and receiver broke up due to lack of attention from the receiver, and now the sender is showing off to make the receiver jealous.

#ask prompt #ask meme #taylor swift ask meme

[cosmichoothoot]

The massive Taylor Swift inspired asks meme

Just leave one or several in my ask box for...

Debut

Picture To Burn- Would you consider yourself a bitter ex?

Tied Together With A Smile- How often do you fake being happy?

Our Song- How did your first relationship end?

Fearless

Fearless- Are you more controlled by fear, or love?

Love Story- What would be your ideal happy ending?

White Horse- Do you feel let down by people often?

Breathe- Have you ever left a relationship you really wanted to keep? Why?

The Way I Loved You- Would you rather be in the healthy relationship you "should" have, or the passionate halestorm you want to have?

Speak Now

Mine- Would you rather have domestic ease, or wild excitement?

Back To December- If you could mend any relationship, wich one would it be?

Speak Now- How do you feel about marriage?

Dear John- Do you feel like you've been taken advantage by someone older?

The Story Of Us- If you could define your life by a genre, what would it be?

Better Than Revenge- Vengeance or forgiveness?

Haunted- Do you believe in ghosts?

Superman- Age old question, if you could have any super power, what would it be and why?

Red

Red- What color would you use to describe your current or most recent relationship?

Treacherous- Are difficult relationships ever worth it in the end?

I Knew You Were Trouble- Have you ever gotten into a relationship that you knew would end badly from the start?

All Too Well (Taylor's Version)- What have you had to censor that you really want to be fully open about?

22- What's something you do that makes you feel young?

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together- Would you ever consider getting back with one of your exes?

Begin Again- Have you ever had to start over in any part of your life?

1989

Blank Space- What's a misconception people have about you?

Style- What do you consider your personal style?

Out Of The Woods- What's one thing you've learned about yourself after ending a relationship?

Shake It Off- What do you do to let go of anger?

Bad Blood- Is there anyone you feel would go to bat for you, no matter what?

Wildest Dreams- What's one of your dreams for the future?

How You Get The Girl- What's one thing someone can do to make you fall in love with them?

I Know Places- Where do you feel safest?

Clean- Come clean about something. Right now.

You Are In Love- How do you know when you're in love?

New Romantics- What's one thing you think is common in romance now that wasn't in previous generations?

Reputation

....Ready for it?- Are relationships better when they're public or private? How do you feel about secret relationships?

End Game- Are you a commitment person, or do you prefer to play the feild?

I Did Something Bad- What's something bad that you've done that you don't regret?

Delicate- Give your opinion on a delicate subject (asker is free to make suggestions)

Look What You Made Me Do- What's something you've felt pushed into doing?

Gorgeous- What's one of your favorite physical qualities on a romantic interest?

Dancing With Our Hands Tied- Does anyone make you feel safe enough that you would let them tie your hands together?

Dress- What's one outfit that makes you feel sexy?

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things- Name one example of why we can't have nice things

Call It What You Want- Who, if anyone, has loved you at your worst?

Lover

I Forgot That You Existed- How good is your memory?

Cruel Summer- What's your favorite season? What season do you find hardest to be alone?

Lover- What do you consider a mark of emotional intimacy in a relationship?

The Man- Talk a little about your gender identity and how you express it

The Archer- Do you consider yourself more the predator or the prey?

I Think He Knows- Tell us a few of your favorite underrated songs

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince- Give us a political opinion

Paper Rings- How important is money to you?

Death By A Thousand Cuts- What do you think is the worst way to die?

False God- Are you religious? Care to talk about that?

You Need To Calm Down- This is your excuse to say anything you want about your sexuality

Afterglow- Give us five songs on your sex playlist

Me!- What do you like most about yourself?

It's Nice To Have A Freind- What's your favorite thing to do with freinds?

Daylight- Are you more of a day person or a night person?

Folklore

Cardigan- What's your most comfortable item of clothing?

Exile- Have you ever gone through a breakup you didn't see coming?

Seven- What's something you've been closeted about?

Invisible String- Do you believe in soulmates?

Mad Woman- Have you ever felt justifiably angry, only to not be taken seriously?

Epiphany- Tell us about an epiphany you've had

Betty- What do you think is the worst thing you've ever done to someone?

Peace- What brings you peace?

Hoax- Have you ever believed in something, only to find out it was a hoax?

The Lakes- Where do you feel you belong? Do you feel like you belong in your current place in society?

Evermore

Willow- Have you ever been swept off your feet?

Champagne Problems- Have you ever said "no" to an opportunity everyone thinks you should have said "yes" to?

Gold Rush- Do you like or hate feeling flustered/butterflies/crushing on someone?

Tis The Damn Season- What's your favorite thing about the holidays? What's your least favorite thing about the holidays?

Tolerate It- What's something about you that you think people only tolerate?

No Body, No Crime- Do you think you'd ever kill for someone? Do you think anyone in your life would help you hide the body?

Coney Island- Tell us about a bittersweet memory

Ivy- Is cheating ever ok?

Cowboy Like Me- Have you changed for love? Do you think people ever should change for love?

Long Story Short- Tell us a short story about something you survived

Evermore- What pain will you never heal from?

BONUS!

Midnights- What's something coming up in your near future?

#taylor swift #taylor swift ask meme #ask meme #rp meme #this should be a hoot

[thetorturedswiftiedepartment]

Taylor Swift Ask Meme

Which Taylor Swift era is your favorite?

Which era do you believe you're in in your life?

What is your favorite album by Taylor?

Your favorite non-album song?

What is your no-skip album?

What is your favorite Taylor look?

Are you going to the Eras Tour? Which show?

Have you been to any other Taylor Swift tour?

Do you like the Fearless (TV) Vault or the Red (TV) Vault more?

Favorite Taylor Swift lyrics?

Which Taylor song makes you cry the most?

Favorite collab?

Favorite music video?

Favorite movie Taylor has been in?

Favorite Taylor theory?

#taylor swift #ask meme #taylor swift ask meme

[mcflymemes]

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT - THE ANTHOLOGY BY TAYLOR SWIFT PROMPT LIST *  assorted lyrics from the album, some lines slightly adapted for meme purposes but feel free to adjust as necessary

even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you.

trust me. i can handle a dangerous man.

i love you. it's ruining my life.

does it feel all right to not know me?

i am who i am 'cause you trained me.

quick. tell me something awful.

i loved you the way that you were.

we were just kids, babe.

i can fix him.

you and i go from one kiss to getting married.

you said i'm the love of your life.

way up there, i actually love it.

i just don't understand how you don't miss me.

do you hate me?

did you think i had it in me?

what if i told you i'm back?

i still miss the smoke.

i'm not trying to exaggerate, but i think i might die if it happened.

you look like stevie nicks.

it's hell on earth to be heavenly.

i still can't believe it.

this happens once every few lifetimes.

didn't you hear? they called it all off.

it's happening again.

my friends say it isn't right to be scared.

i might just die.

fuck you if i can't have us.

tell me about the first time you saw me.

are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?

no one's ever had me... not like you.

stay away from her.

there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.

i don't think you've changed much.

that's where i was when i lost it all.

life was always easier on you than it was on me.

i hoped you'd return.

do you believe me now?

what if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?

what are the chances you'd be downtown?

is it something i did?

oh, we must stop meeting like this.

they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware.

i'm not a donor, but i'd give you my heart if you needed it.

looking backwards might be the only way to move forwards.

the story isn't mine anymore.

what a charming saturday!

none of it is changing.

wild winds are death to the candle.

one bad seed kills the garden.

i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.

this place made me feel worthless.

i didn't want to come down.

everything had been above board.

blood's thick, but nothing like a payroll.

you can mark my words that i said it first.

the professor said to write what you know.

all of this to say, i hope you're okay.

your words are still just ringing in my head.

i built a legacy which you can't undo.

who do i have to speak to to change the prophecy?

the effects were temporary.

no, i'm not coming to my senses.

babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it.

you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

i guess a lesser woman would've lost hope.

thought of calling you, but you won't pick up.

you're a professional.

long may you reign.

you're an animal. you are bloodthirsty.

now i seem to be scared to go outside.

i don't believe in good luck.

i hate it here.

if i'd been there, i'd hate it.

only the gentle survived.

i'm lonely, but i'm good.

you have no room in your dreams for regrets.

i thought it was just goodbye for now.

are you still a mind reader?

let it once be me.

i haven't decided yet.

i still dream of him.

i'm so afraid i sealed my fate.

it was always the same searing pain.

i can't forgive the way you made me feel.

it wasn't a fair fight or a clean kill.

she used to say she wished that you were dead.

tell me all your secrets.

they tried to warn you about me.

you're in terrible danger.

i'm the life you chose.

yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine.

no one asks any questions here.

tell me i'm despicable. say it's unforgivable.

i'm running back home to you.

you should see your faces.

you knew the price going in.

was any of it true?

who the fuck was that guy?

i don't ever want you back.

did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

you don't get to tell me you feel bad.

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

am i allowed to cry?

there's no such thing as bad thoughts. only your actions talk.

they're going to crucify me anyway.

i know i'm just repeating myself.

that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #ttpd #rp memes #rp meme #mcflymemes #rp prompt #roleplay memes #roleplay prompt #rp starters #ask meme #ask memes #roleplay meme #roleplay inbox prompts #rp inbox meme #inbox prompt #inbox meme #sentence starter prompt #sentence starter #sentence starters #oopsie

[agronzky]

⠀⠀⠀ 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄 (𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓) 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. ♡

"I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn't though"

"But we were something, don't you think so?"

"You know the greatest loves of all time are over now"

"When you are young, they assume you know nothing"

"I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired"

"You drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleedin'"

"Who knows if she never showed up, what could've been"

"Free of women with madness, their men and bad habits and then it was bought by me"

"I had a marvelous time ruinin' everything"

"I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending"

"I'm not your problem anymore so who am I offending now?"

"I gave so many signs, you didn't even see the signs"

"If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too"

"And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?"

"'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave"

"I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me"

"But I'm still on my tallest tiptoes spinning in my highest heels"

"I can change everything about me to fit in"

"Are there still beautiful things?"

"Love you to the moon and to Saturn"

"And I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates"

"Back when we were still changin' for the better, wanting was enough"

"Meet me behind the mall"

"And I can see us twisted in bedsheets"

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

"They told me all of my cages were mental so I got wasted like all my potential"

"It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you"

"Don't call me kid, don't call me baby"

"You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else"

"You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else"

"What did you think I'd say to that?"

"It's obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together"

"I'm takin' my time 'cause you took everything from me"

"Sir, I think he's bleeding out"

"And some things you just can't speak about"

"Only 20 minutes to sleep but you dream of some epiphany"

"When I passed your house it's like I couldn't breathe"

"The worst thing that I ever did was what I did to you"

"Would you tell me to go fuck myself?"

"No, I could never give you peace"

"All these people think love's for show but I would die for you in secret"

"I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best but the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me"

"Don't want no other shade of blue but you"

"You knew it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart"

"You knew you won, so what's the point of keeping score?"

"I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you"

"Tell me what are my words worth"

"I want auroras and sad prose"

#rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay meme #sentence starters #rph #folklore #taylor swift #rp ask meme #rp ask box meme #rp ask prompts

[firstelevens]

No. 20 from the eras tour prompt list for sambucky ? ?

did I hear someone ask for a Sweet Home Alabama Louisiana AU? no? well I wrote the start of one anyway, so here it is

20. all your dirtiest jokes

Pebbles go flying as Bucky pulls his rental up in front of Sam’s house. He kind of wishes there was the satisfying screech of tires on asphalt to emphasize his mood, but he slams the car door twice as hard to make up for it, and feels just a little bit better afterwards.

Back when they were kids, the Wilsons’ place had been close enough to the neighbors’ houses to wave at them from the porch. The house that Sam bought when he came home from his first tour is set back a lot further than that, wooded where it doesn’t back up onto the water, so Bucky has no compunctions about getting a little shouty.

“Sam Wilson, I know you’re in there!” he calls out, walking up to the front door. “You can dodge my calls as long as you want, but I’m not going anywhere until you open up.”

It’s not a big house, and there’s at least three open windows, so there’s no question that Bucky’s voice is carrying through loud and clear, but there’s no response. Bucky raps sharply on the doorframe.

“You can’t avoid me forever, Sam. I know this town just as well as you do, and I will follow you everywhere.”

It takes another five minutes, but finally, Bucky sees a figure approaching through the frosted glass pane on the front door. When it swings open, he’s met with a bare-chested Sam Wilson, breathing heavy from a workout as he pulls his earbuds out of his ears.

For all that he was yelling a second ago, Bucky suddenly can’t seem to make words come out of his mouth. To add insult to injury, Sam seems perfectly unaffected by the sight of him, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Bucky Barnes,” he drawls, and Bucky hates how comforting that voice still is after all this time. “What can I do for you?”

In a second, the ire comes flickering back to life. The nerve of Sam, to ask that question when he knows perfectly well the only thing that Bucky’s been asking him for for the past year.

He holds up the envelope that’s the whole reason he had to drag his ass back here, a thousand miles and twenty years removed from home.

“You could start by giving me a fucking divorce.”

Bucky spent so long working himself up over this, back in New York and on the plane here and on the almost-two-hour drive from New Orleans. He’d written and rewritten a hundred different speeches, rehearsed so many arguments with the Sam in his head that he was sure he’d know exactly what to say.

But now he was here, and he’d gone and delivered what should’ve been the last line of his scathing speech way too early, and what more was there to do except stand there on Sam’s porch and glare at him expectantly?

Sam, for his part, looks at Bucky consideringly for a moment, then peers around him to look out towards the yard. “You should come inside,” he says, and then steps away, leaving the door open.

The petty part of Bucky wants to refuse, wants to make a nuisance of himself right here on the porch so Sam can’t ignore him, but then he stops to take in his surroundings for longer than a second. The air is thick, the heat more sluggish than it was when his flight touched down. Beyond the trees, the sky has gotten darker. It’s been a while since Bucky lived on the bayou, but the signs of an oncoming storm haven’t changed.

He huffs and steps into Sam’s house, closing the door behind him just as thunder rumbles in the distance. It’s cooler inside, at least, and as Sam moves further into the house, Bucky figures he’s supposed to follow. He’s still not completely over his need to be a nuisance—or so he tells himself—so he goes slowly, glancing around at the house that Sam bought long after Bucky wasn’t a part of his life anymore.

Bucky knows it’s a completely different building, but part of him still expects that it’ll be the house that Sam grew up in, all warm wood and quiet chaos. Somewhere in his head, he thinks that if he just went up that staircase in front of him, he’d end up in Sam’s childhood bedroom, sixteen years old and laid out on the floor with the boombox between them, laughing at the dirty jokes that Sam heard in senior calc or trying to figure out just what the deal was between their grade’s latest on-again, off-again couple.

But this isn’t that house, Bucky reminds himself, and this isn’t back then. He’s not looking to go back in time; he just wants to go forwards, and he could if Sam would just cooperate.

“What happened, you get lost in that hallway?” asks Sam, when Bucky finally makes it to the kitchen. He doesn’t bother answering, but Sam’s back is to him, so there’s no way to tell whether he’s even noticed. “Hey, cream and no sugar, right?”

“What?”

Sam turns around with a mug of coffee in his hand, and Bucky’s pretty sure he can’t hide how he immediately perks up when the cup is set in front of him. For a second, he thinks about telling Sam that he does take sugar now, just to be contrarian, but then he remembers he’d actually have to drink it and throws that plan out the window.

“This is fine, thanks,” he eventually says, setting the envelope on the island and picking up the coffee. He hasn’t had caffeine since before his flight this morning, and he can feel the first sip right down to his toes. His eyes actually close for a second, and when he opens them, Sam is back on the other side of the counter, looking amused. There’s no mug in his hands.

“You’re not having any?” Bucky asks. “What’d you do, poison it?” 

Even if he did, Bucky’s not convinced he’d be able to put it down. It’s really good coffee.

“I will,” says Sam. “But my Mama would kill me if I entertained company like this, so I’ll be right back. Make yourself at home; the view’s nice from the family room if you missed the water.”

He breezes out before Bucky can argue, his footsteps thudding up the stairs between one sip of coffee and the next.

After a moment of looking around incredulously, waiting to see if maybe he’s being pranked, Bucky decides this is just Sam trying to annoy him into leaving, and he won’t let it work. He marches into the family room just as the rain starts in earnest, and just to spite Sam, he turns his back to the French doors and surveys the rest of the room. There’s art hanging up, intermingled with family photos. Lumpy ceramics that are definitely grade school art projects sit beside beautiful crystalline sculptures, tall and spiky and somehow familiar.

Along one of the walls is the credenza that Bucky recognizes from Sam’s parents’ house, the one that Mr. Wilson had hauled home from an estate sale and refinished just because Sam’s mother had lingered beside it for a few seconds longer than anything else. It’s a different color now than it was before, but Bucky would recognize it anywhere. Sitting on top of it are what Bucky guesses are the important photos: Sarah’s wedding, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson on the boat together, Sam with a toddler beside him and a baby in his arms. 

Furthest to the left is a picture of the dock behind the Wilson house. Two figures sit at the end of it, leaning into each other in the sunshine. One of them wears a t-shirt, gangly arms braced behind them. The other has a letterman jacket on, and that’s what tips Bucky off when he picks up the frame to look at it more closely: that’s him and Sam, sitting out where they did almost every day after school. Sam had gotten his varsity jacket for the baseball team when they were sophomores, and Bucky was pretty sure he’d worn it more often than Sam had. He’d always liked the way it felt on his shoulders, and when fall rolled around and the wind blew in a little cooler off the water, Sam always passed it over to him without needing to be asked.

They’d gotten a little more refined, once driver’s licenses were acquired and curfews were lengthened. Sam would drive the Wilsons’ old pickup truck a little ways out of town, to an empty plot of land flanked by trees on one side and water on the other, and they would sit and soak up the wind off the water until they could both breathe a little easier. Bucky had started thinking of it as their piece of the island, the safest place he could ever remember being.

When the future had barreled towards them with no signs of stopping, it was where Sam had driven them, nothing around but the birds in the trees when he quietly suggested his plan for getting out of Delacroix and taking Bucky with him. Nobody else had been around to see Bucky fling his arms around Sam’s neck and whisper a muffled yes into his shoulder, either: both of them a little bit scared of the future but determined to make it better for each other.

Maybe they can be reasonable about this. Maybe he and Sam can look at each other and see exactly what the other person needs, the way they did when they were younger. Maybe there don’t have to be questions and discussions and the kind of passive aggressive emails they’ve been exchanging through lawyers for the past year.

The rain is still coming down hard, lulling Bucky into a daze, so he can’t be blamed for the way he startles when Sam’s voice sounds from behind him. He scrambles to grab the picture frame before it falls out of his hands, setting it down and taking a beat before he turns around.

Sam is holding the envelope with the divorce papers in his hands, but Bucky has seen his ‘I give up’ face and that definitely isn’t it.

“The entire year that we’ve been going over this, I’ve asked you the same question, over and over, and you’ve never answered,” Sam says.

“Fuck,” says Bucky, scrubbing a hand down his face. “This? Again?”

“Yeah, again,” says Sam. “Because if I’m getting a divorce, I at least deserve to know why. I deserve to know what changed.”

“I have told you every single time you asked, Sam. Nothing changed. Nothing changed, because this was never a real marriage, and you know that. We got married so we could both get the fuck out of this town, and so I could stop being so terrified all the time, and we did that, and now we’re done.”

Sam crosses his arms, setting his jaw, and it occurs to Bucky that this is the first battle of a long war. “We did all that fifteen years ago, easy. That’s not what this is about. What changed, Buck?”

But Bucky can’t answer Sam any more now than he could the first time he asked that question a year ago. He can’t remind Sam of all the things he missed out on because he was tied to Bucky, he can’t bring up Riley or Sam’s parents or all the little ways that Bucky managed to steal things from him without even trying, because Sam would never see it. Even now, squaring off against each other with no possible middle ground, Sam would never see it, so Bucky can’t say it.

“Just sign the damn papers, Sam,” is what Bucky says instead.

It’s the first time he’s ever evaded the question in person. Somehow when he pictured Sam reading all those emails and messages he’d sent, Bucky had never imagined a flicker of disappointment on his face, gone as soon as it appeared.

Sam turns to set the envelope on an end table and picks up a wristwatch from beside it, doing up the strap before he turns around again. When he does, he’s got a determinedly cheerful smile on his face, the kind that Bucky has always known meant trouble.

“Gee, Buck, I wish I could, but as it happens, I’m running late for something,” he says, with an exaggerated look at his watch. “Maybe later?”

He’s already heading for the door, leaving Bucky to hurry after him. “What do you mean you’re late for something? Where the fuck are you going in a hurricane?”

Sam snorts. “You’ve been away too long. This is barely even a storm.”

An enormous crack of lightning punctuates his words, and Bucky raises his eyebrows.

“It’s a drizzle,” says Sam, pulling on a jacket. “And I have a date.”

Bucky is not entirely prepared for the feelings that those words stoke in his chest, but worse still is what Sam calls out before the door swings shut behind him.

“Guest bedroom’s upstairs, second door on the left. Don’t wait up.”

He’s not entirely sure how much time he loses, fuming in the foyer of Sam’s house, but eventually, that rage sharpens into something else entirely as he remembers what he yelled out standing on Sam’s porch half an hour ago.

He knows this town just as well as Sam does.

He knows this town just as well as Sam does, and unless fifty years of corporate development hit Delacroix in the last fifteen, there’s only one place to take a date if you’re an adult who doesn’t want to get accosted by the entire senior population of the island over the course of your evening.

Bucky pulls his keys from his pocket and and umbrella from Sam’s coat closet. If Sam means to drag this out, Bucky’s going to make sure he feels every single second, until he decides for himself that this marriage is more trouble than it’s worth.

(And if, before he leaves, he swaps his comfortable traveling clothes for a short sleeved button down that’s a size too small and not buttoned enough, well, nobody ever said Bucky was perfect.)

#sambucky #ok admittedly i lied emma did in fact cheerlead the writing of this and encourage me the whole way but what's new #this is truly just like. the opening half a chapter of this au but I have THOUGHTS #to be clear the rest of it is never getting written unless a miracle occurs #but here have this nonsense on the occasion of bonky's birthday #zainab does ask meme things #taylor swift prompt fics

[txttletale]

🔥 kpop

that thing kpop fans do where they, like, try to boost their favourite artist's sales and streaming numbers by listening to songs on repeat and brag about their favourite band's profitablity compared to rival bands makes me more adornopilled than anything in the world. bleak

#ask #taylor swift fans do it too now. this is just what pop music is #ask meme

[llumimoon]

taylor 3F for the expression ask!!!

Drew this while vividly imagining Freddie saying “a WAIT WAIT WAIT- Hear me out!” And “that’s what they WANT you to think.”

#ask #emotion/color meme #dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads s2 #dungeons and daddies season 2 #taylor swift dndads #cal draws #I really loved working on this one LOL #again I just chose a color palette since the ask didn’t specify #CATJAM JUST FELT SOOOO TAYLOR TO ME #also it was a really nice palette to work with

[likea-black-widow-baby]

Marvel Women as The Tortured Poet's Department + Anthology Songs

Valkyrie: Fortnight

Peggy: My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

Jane: Down Bad

Simmons: Fresh Out The Slammer

Melina: Florida!!!

Wanda: Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

Pepper: I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

Gamora: loml

Natasha: I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

Carol: The Alchemy

Kate: Clara Bow

Maria Rambeau: The Black Dog

Dottie: imgonnagetyouback

Bobbi: The Albatross

Daisy: Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

Kamala: I Hate It Here

Angie: I Look In People's Windows

Nakia: Cassandra

MJ: Peter

May: The Bolter

Cassie: Robin

#MJ is not just peter because it's peters name #look at the lyrics and think about the end of NWH and tell me you don't want to walk into the ocean #I had to omit a few because they just didn't work #some of them would fit characters that already have songs #example: The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived would work well for Daisy but I picked Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus #if anyone has ideas for the missing songs do send an ask or leave a comment!! #the missing songs are: #The Manuscript - thanK you aIMee - So High School - The Prophecy - But Daddy I Love Him - The Tortured Poets Department - How Did It End? #Guilty as Sin? - So Long London - The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived #taylor swift #marvel memes #natasha romanoff #gamora #daisy johnson #pepper potts #peggy carter #taylor swift rule

[uselesslexbian]

eras tour setlist sentence starters, part one.

you know i adore you.

it's you and me, that's my whole world.

you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.

you are the only one who seems to care.

what doesn't kill me makes me want you more.

if i bleed, you'll be the last to know.

i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you.

i love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

i'm so sick of them coming at me again.

i'm so sick of running as fast as i can.

you need to calm down.

can i go where you go?

can we always be this close?

i'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you.

i've loved you three summers now, but i want them all.

who could ever leave me, darling?

but who could stay?

i cut off my nose just to spite my face and i hate my reflection for years and years.

they see right through me.

can you see right through me?

i'm trying so hard not to get caught up now.

she'll never know your story like i do.

you belong with me.

you say you're fine, i know you better than that.

take me somewhere we can be alone.

all there's left to do is run.

i got tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around.

this love is difficult, but it's real.

don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess.

i keep waiting for you, but you never come.

is this in my head? i don't know what to think.

if i wanted to know who you were hanging with while i was gone, i would've asked you.

the road not taken looks real good now, and it always leads to you.

i'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans.

wait for the signal and i'll meet you after dark.

i guess i should've known from that look on your face.

if i didn't know better, i'd think you were still around.

what died didn't stay dead.

i never was ready so i watched you go.

what a shame she's fucked in the head.

i notice everything you do or don't do.

if it's all in my head, tell me now.

tell me i got it wrong somehow.

in the middle of the night, in my dreams, you should see the things we do.

i know i'm gonna be with you, so i'll take my time.

my reputation's never been worse so you must like me for me.

is it cool that i said all that?

is it chill that you're in my head?

i'm insane, but i'm your baby.

baby, for you, i would fall from grace just to touch your face.

if you walk away, i'd beg you on my knees to stay.

i don't like your little games.

no, i don't like you.

maybe i got mine, but you'll all get yours.

i'll spend forever wondering if you knew.

please don't be in love with someone else.

i had the time of my life fighting dragons with you.

everything will be alright if you keep me next to you.

i'm really gonna miss you picking fights.

a new notch in your belt is all i'll ever be.

and the saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me.

you never loved me or her, or anyone, or anything.

i might be okay, but i'm not fine at all.

you taught me about your past, thinking your future was me.

you never called it what it was.

maybe we got lost in translation.

this thing was a masterpiece before you tore it all up.

i'm in a new hell every time you double-cross my mind.

the idea you had of me, who was she?

i'd like to be my old self again, but i'm still trying to find it.

'cause there we are again, when i loved you so, back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known.

just between us, did the love affair maim you too?

#rp ask meme #rp starters #rp prompts #rp memes #rp meme #taylor swift prompts

[meredithbeckham]

the tortured poets department. songs one through five.

i was supposed to be sent away.

they forgot to come and get me.

i was a functioning alcoholic.

i hope you're okay.

you're the reason, and no one's here to blame.

what about your quiet treason?

we were forever running.

sometimes you ask about the weather.

your wife waters flowers.

i want to kill her/him.

all my mornings are monday stuck in endless februrary.

i took the miracle 'move on' drug. the effects were temporary.

i love you, it's ruining my life.

i touched you only for a fortnight.

but i touched you.

my husband is cheating.

i called you up, but you won't pick up.

i think some things i never say.

who uses typewriters anyway?

you're in self-sabotage mode, throwing spikes down the road.

i've seen this episode and still love the show.

who else decodes you?

who's gonna hold you, if not me?

who's gonna know you, if not me?

i scratch your head, you fall asleep.

i've read this one where you come undone.

i chose this cyclone with you.

sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me.

you told lucy you'd kill yourself if i ever leave.

i felt seen.

everyone we know understands why it's meant to be. because we're crazy.

that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

here we go again.

you should've seen him when he first got me.

my boy only breaks his favorite toys.

i'm the queen of sand castles he destroys.

it fit too right, puzzle pieces in the dead of night.

i should have known it was a matter of time.

there was a litany of reasons why we could've played for keeps this time.

i know i'm just repeating myself.

pull the string, and i'll tell you that he runs because he loves me.

he saw forever so he smashed it up.

once i fix me, he's gonna miss me.

he was my best friend.

i felt more when we played pretend.

told me i'm better off. but i'm not.

tell me i was the chosen one.

showed me that this world is bigger than us, then sent me back where i came from.

for a moment i knew cosmic love.

now i'm down bad, crying at the gym.

everything comes out teenage petulance.

fuck it if i can't have him.

i might just die, it would make no difference.

fuck it if i can't have us.

i might just not get up.

i might stay down.

did you take all my old clothes?

that somehow seems so hollow now.

they'll say i'm nuts if i talk about the existence of you.

for a moment, i was heaven struck.

i loved your hostile take-overs.

how dare you say that it's-?

i'll build you a fort on some planet where they can all understand it.

how dare you think it's romantic, leaving me safe and stranded?

fuck it, i was in love.

so fuck you, if i can't have us.

like i lost my twin.

i saw in my mind ferry lights through the mist.

i kept calm and carried the weight of the rift.

pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away.

my spine split from carrying us up the hell.

i stopped trying to make him laugh.

how much sad did you think i had in me?

so long, london.

you'll find someone.

i didn't opt in to be your odd man out.

i founded the club she's heard great things about.

i left all i knew.

you left me at the house by the heath.

i stopped cpr. after all, it's no use.

the spirit was gone.

i'm pissed off you let me give all that youth for free.

i'll find someone.

you say i abandoned the ship, but i was going down with it.

my friends said it isn't right to be scared.

every breath feels like the rarest air when you're not sure if he wants to be there.

how much tragedy did you think i had in me?

how long did you think i'd go before i'd self-implode?

how long did you think i'd go before i'd have to go be free?

you swore you loved me, but where were the clues?

i died on the altar waiting for the proof.

you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days.

i'm just getting color back into my face.

i'm just mad 'cause i loved this place for so long.

had a good run, a moment of warm sun.

i'm not the one.

two graves, one gun.

#rp meme #sentence starters #ask memes #rp memes #rp prompts #inbox memes #taylor swift memes

[reputayswift]

the way someone stole your post and put it on twitter, and then someone on tiktok stole your post and put it on tiktok 😭

🙃🙃🙃 did you see someone else screenshotted and reposted the stolen tweet and then got scolded for not retweeting the “original” post and they responded that they found it on Instagram 😭😭😭

This would make me so happy if they’d just shared a screenshot with my url instead of straight up copying and pasting 😞

#do I have to start watermarking my MEMES?? is that where we are now? #don’t bully them but has anyone brought up that it’s from tumblr #anon #ask #asks #taylor swift

[jewishbarbies]

I've seen so many swiftie tiktoks today bitching about the prices of Olivia's tickets as if swifties didn't willingly take out whole ass credit cards & blow thousands of dollars on Taylor tickets the hypocrisy is insane and so is the subtext there, like it's only okay if your favorite white woman wants to be a disgustingly rich billionaire and wrings every dollar she can from you but the second a woc has a major tour with expensive tickets it's "disgusting and unacceptable" to quote one tiktok I saw 🙄

#Asks #anonymoose #anti taylor swift #swifties dni #(the meme is directed at swifties not the anon)

[justablah56]

hiii aether!! for the ask meme could i have taylor in d4 bc the way you draw him scratches my brain :)

hey Jay !!! this took me a sec , schools been killing any and all drawing motivation LMAO - anyways , have a silly guy in a silly outfit :]

#my art #art meme #also btw literally grinning and kicking my feet and twirling my hair abt you liking my taylor design #v glad he scratches your brain bcs that is the entire reason i draw him like that bcs he scratches MY brain and i am so <333333 #anyways #hope you like the him #also desperately hoping you were talking about this outfit meme and not the expression meme i rbed abt the same time #if you did mean the expression one whoopsies pls send me another ask and i will 100% go draw that one snnsns #anyways . #dndads #dndaddies #dungeons and daddies #taylor swift dndads #dndads taylor swift

[jauffre]

song shuffle tag !!!

i was tagged by @tethris to take my playlist, put it on shuffle, and share the first 10 songs and i feel like my top songs of 2023 playlist is about to make a fool of me

like real people do - hozier

you first - paramore

fourth of july - fall out boy

thick skull - paramore

silk chiffon - muna

i will - mitski

funeral - phoebe bridgers

pink rabbits - the national

toxicity - system of a down

cowboy like me - taylor swift

low-pressure tags! @astrangedoor @ocheeva @dear-massacre @aesfocus @utopianoverlord

#rowan.txt #ask meme #thank god shuffle only gave me one taylor swift song #spotify took mercy on me today #also in case yall didn't know that i'm gay. here's my music taste to confirm it for you

[firstelevens]

and if yes, then for the taylor swift lyrics prompts: sambucky and nr. 13 and 14 (not necessarily combined, more so you can choose which one you like best or do both, i don’t know :)) 🩵✌️ btw I love, LOVE your sambucky f1 au 🫡

This is part of a canon divergence AU that I'm hoping to write more of this coming year. It just fit the spirit of the prompt, if not the letter of it, so I had to throw a little standalone prologue out there. Hopefully you'll see more of this soon!

13. never called it what it was

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

The voice comes from behind Sam, and he mentally congratulates himself for not jumping out of his skin in surprise. He knows that Bucky almost can’t help how quiet his footsteps are, but if Sam keeps getting snuck up on like this, his blood pressure is going to suffer.

“I know,” says Sam, and leaves it at that. He and Bucky have had this conversation a hundred times in the past two days, and the hundred and first is unlikely to be any different. He keeps his eyes on the lake in front of them and changes the subject. “Pretty sure it’s bad luck for us to see each other right now.”

“Pretty sure that only applies to real weddings,” is Bucky’s quiet reply.

Sam doesn’t know how to reply to that, so he doesn’t. He has the stray thought that they should work on the communication thing, maybe. His parents could have whole conversations in a single look across a room, in one touch of the arm. Sarah and Aaron would tie up the phone line for hours when they were first dating, even Sam and Riley had developed a language entirely their own.

In fairness, Sam thinks, those relationships had all had years to grow, and until forty-eight hours ago, Sam had no idea that he was getting married at all, much less to whom.

Privately, he thinks he might have jinxed it. After a five day period in which he’d re-materialized into existence, fended off an apocalypse, attended a funeral, and watched his best friend disappear to live seventy years of life without him, Sam had been certain that nothing could catch him by surprise anymore.

Then a woman in a crisp pantsuit had appeared at the lakeside property where they were hunkering down, carrying stacks of paperwork and photocopies of birth records from a hundred years ago. She’d sat down in a meeting room and reported to them what she’d discovered five years ago, right before being Snapped out of existence: that Bucky might have been from Brooklyn, but he hadn’t been born there, or anywhere else in America, and that the information had been easy enough to find that Ross’s people were sure to locate it as soon as the motion for a pardon was submitted.

It wasn’t hard to make the leap from there. Calling Bucky’s citizenship into question would be silly, but it would be enough of a distraction that Ross could mire the proceedings in bureaucracy and take Bucky back into custody in the interest of public safety. Sam didn’t imagine it would take too long for the paperwork to suddenly get lost after that, and with it would go any notion of Bucky’s freedom.

He remembered watching the Raft rise up out of the ocean for the first time. His whole life, the water had been home to him, but the desolation of that place had warped it somehow. 

That’s what Sam had been thinking of when he wracked his brain for a solution. That’s what he’d been thinking of when he turned to the lawyer and asked, “Well, what if he was married to an American citizen?”

Bucky, who’d spent the entire meeting until now sitting concerningly still, had suddenly whipped around to look at Sam, eyes wide. He’d felt Rhodey’s eyes on him, too, but the lawyer hadn’t blinked. In a few seconds, she’d sketched out a game plan on a legal pad, laying it out on the conference room table alongside all the other options she’d presented.

The first ‘You don’t have to do this’ had come shortly afterwards. Sam’s response had been the same then as it was now.

He feels Bucky come to stand beside him, his left hand resting on the railing a few inches from Sam’s right. The gold threaded through the vibranium sparkles in the sun, and he has the childish urge to trail his fingers over it.

“I’m disappointed,” says Sam, just to stop himself from reaching out. “I would’ve expected Princess Shuri to make a flashy black-tie addition to your arm for the wedding.”

“She added strobe lights, but they only work when it’s dark,” says Bucky, dry as a bone, and it startles a laugh out of Sam.

“At least we know the reception will be fun.”

Bucky hums in what he assumes is agreement. It’s quiet again for a moment, but he can sense Bucky shifting uncomfortably and he knows that there’s more.

“While, um– while we wait for the strobe lights to kick in, she did make us these.”

A crown of flowers suddenly appears in front of Sam, jasmine and jacaranda woven together with some kind of vine. He gingerly takes it from Bucky’s hand.

“Is…is this traditional? For a Wakandan wedding?”

“No,” comes another voice from behind them, and this time Sam does startle, nearly dropping the crown in the process. They both turn to Princess Shuri, dressed for a wedding and grinning cheekily at them both. “They’re not Wakandan tradition, but they are the kind of thing that Americans do when they get married abroad. I thought it might make the wedding pictures more believable.”

Sam laughs and perches the crown on his head. “You really do think of everything.”

Shuri’s mischievous smile softens. “I’m glad you’ve joined us here, Sam Wilson,” she says. “Nobody else appreciates my foresight.”

“Putting a bluetooth speaker in my arm is not foresight, Shuri,” says Bucky. “It’s just the product of a weird dream you had after staying up for forty hours in your lab.”

“It could be both,” protests the princess, laughing, and Sam can’t help but look over at Bucky, tired of sticking to peripheral glances.

He’s got the flower crown on his head, too, purple and white just like Sam’s is. His suit is a deep burgundy to complement Sam’s rust colored brocade, and Sam can only guess that Bucky received a visit similar to the one that Sam got from Ayo this morning. He’d opened the door to his quarters to find her holding a garment bag. She’d offered it to him and told Sam that she would be honored to see him marry James—it had taken Sam a moment to remember that his husband to be wasn’t actually named after a college mascot from Wisconsin—in the reds of her tribe. Sam, who’d spent the morning missing his family something fierce, had almost been too overwhelmed to thank her. 

Now, he can see that it was a two-pronged attack, and while Sam’s suit fits him pretty well, there’s clearly a tailor in Birnin Zana who had all of Bucky’s measurements stashed away on file somewhere, because the way that that jacket sits on his shoulders and hugs his arms could not possibly happen by accident.

When Sam manages to tear his eyes away, he only barely catches the end of Shuri’s sentence.

“...whenever you are,” she’s saying. “But I can stall, if you two want another moment here.”

“I think we’re good,” says Bucky. “How much time does anyone need to get ready for a fake wedding, anyway?”

Shuri tsks at him. “Perhaps you shouldn’t ask that question to someone who knows how long your spent on your hair this morning.”

Bucky makes a face at her, and Sam’s pretty sure that she blows a raspberry in response, but he’s distracted. Something about Bucky’s words feels wrong, even though all he’s doing is telling the truth.

He can’t get all caught up in that now, though. Instead, Sam turns to the princess. “I’m all ready to go, too.”

“Good!” says Shuri, clapping her hands decisively. “I’ll escort you in, Sam, if you will allow me. Bucky will follow shortly with Ayo.”

Sam tells Shuri that he’d be honored to walk with her and offers her his elbow, which she takes. They start to make their way to where the ceremony will take place, but Sam hesitates for a moment, looking back over his shoulder.

Bucky’s name comes out of his mouth before he can stop himself, and Bucky’s gaze immediately lands on him.

“Yeah?”

It’s not a fake wedding, Sam wants to tell him. You marry someone because you want them to stay and I think you should be able to stay. That’s not fake; that’s as real as anything else.

But he loses his nerve and just taps the flower crown on his head. “Your crown’s crooked. Just so you know.”

“Oh,” says Bucky. “Thanks.”

“Yeah.”

They look at each other for another beat, and Sam is so sure that Bucky is going to say something, but then he looks away, reaching up to fix his crown, and all Sam can do is let Shuri lead him away.

#sambucky #marriage of convenience fic is just so FUN y'all there's so much room for pining deliciousness #but also nobody ask how many versions of this prologue I wrote #zainab does ask meme things #taylor swift prompt fics #anon you sent this to me in November thank you for your patience #my fic #anonymous