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The ‘Kiss-gate’ likes:

On 4th December 2014, Taylor and Karlie attended The 1975’s concert at Terminal 5 in New York (accompanied by Lily Aldridge, Martha Hunt, the Haim sisters and, for a short while, Josh Kushner.) This evening, which plausibly was intended to establish a public frame of reference for Taylor’s subsequent relationship with Matt Healy — the groundwork for which was being laid throughout November (see: here , here and here) —  became notorious, when video was posted online purporting to show (an obviously inebriated) Taylor kissing Karlie.  

Over the course of the same evening a total of 146 posts were liked by Taylor’s tumblr account. Notably, 26 of these concerned her relationship with Karlie, of which 13 were photos and/or gifs of their appearance together at VSFS on 2nd December. They are as follows below:

[NB: ‘likes’ generally related to Karlie are (in the process of being) collected here.]

Taylor and Karlie are the cutest. Can I be the third musketeer?

‘When You’re wearing a cute outfit to school…’

Taylor and Karlie in New York on 12th November 2014

‘Stop it you big flirts’

‘Looking at all the pictures of Taylor and Karlie…’

‘Best friends or twins?’

‘Bae checkin’ out bae’

kaylr.

‘Rip Me. I Died Dead’ 

‘my life is over. this is the end’

‘my best friend’s best friend is so hot like’

‘before and after joining tumblr’

‘Karlie Kloss, the Taylor whisperer’

‘Look at Karlie’

‘We’ll just walk out together’ (kaylor af)

‘I love you Taylor. I love you kaylor.’

‘Reblog this if you’re naming your kids, Taylor/ Karlie/ Alison/ Olivia/Meredith’

‘kookies from Karlie in my house. made for me. nbd.’

‘Taylor called Karlie her best friend. I’m so dead.’

‘kaylor feels through the roof’

‘i’m so happy i got to walk the runway with you’

‘karlie kloss dancing to shake it off’

‘she’s all over `karlie’s ass’

‘kaylor saving the world from haters’ (ft. a pegacorn)

‘i want taylor to look at me the way she looks at karlie’

‘shows up to your funeral like’

Other posts of interest from the same evening include:

a further 13 posts about VSFS (x//x//x//x//x//x//x//x//x//x//x//x//x)

3 posts about her publicist, Tree (x//x//x)

1 post about her cover of Riptide (x)

1 post about Wonderland (x)

The 102 likes which remain were distributed among fans’ selfies and expressions of devotion to Taylor (and to 1989.)

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Oh my god. This connection to Taylor and Karlie’s first VSFS together and the Lover music video is so very loud and I haven’t seen anyone make this connection before! 🙈

She really IS the Mastermind.

The thing is, the girls DID meet once or twice (also, hello “I wanna bake cookies with her” and “your kitchen or mine?”) before Taylor agreeing to do the VSFS… I just adore the thought of Taylor actually asking to do the show, because I just honestly can’t see the show asking Taylor at that point in her career, you know? 😍

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Tilda Swinton risked arrest waving a rainbow flag in front of the Kremlin in violation of Russia’s new homosexual propaganda bill. And she wants everyone who can to reblog it in solidarity.

Guys please reblog this, it won’t ruin your blog, this is important

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Maroon: A Queer Reading

MAROON

Maroon is a song about the unbearable end of a relationship. The emotional lyrics combined with the visceral production makes the song feel like what a devastating breakup feels like, the aftermath of a relationship you hoped would never end, the kind of heartbreak time could never mend. The morning came, the silence came, the end came. The sadness is so intense it twists into rage.  I chose you. I lost you. You left me. 

When the morning came we  were cleaning incense off your  vinyl shelf, ‘cause we lost track of time again. Laughin’ with my feet in your lap,  like you were my closest friend How’d we end up on the floor anyway? You say, “Your roommate’s cheap-ass screw-top rose, that’s how.” I see you every day now.

The first verse describes a relationship that takes you off-guard. You get so caught up in each other, you don’t notice that you’ve been up all night, you don’t notice that the incense has burned up. But to everyone else, outside of this incense-filled, vinyl-playing apartment, you look like the closest of friends. People say that you’re roommates, so now you make jokes about it. You spend your nights awake because your relationship isn’t fit for daylight.

And I chose you, the one  I was dancing with in New York Looked up at the sky and it was

Despite the fears surrounding your relationship, you chose this person. New York, the city of your coming of age, screams your lover’s name. While everything in your life burns down, you dance. You dance, because your lover is here. You would choose love over the fear of what the world thinks every time. But you feel it ending, catastrophic and bloody.

The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet it was… The mark they saw on my collarbone the rust that grew between telephones, the lips I used to call home, so scarlet it was maroon.

This is the kind of love that marks you like a bloodstain. It was so intense, you can’t wash your clothes anymore. Your former lover is still all over you like a wine-stained dress. But you can’t wear it anymore. You can’t wear anything that reminds you of her. It comes back to you in screaming color. You thought love would be burning red, and you were right. 

When the silence came we were shaking blind and hazy. How the hell did we lose sight of us again? Sobbing with your head in your hands. Ain’t that the way shit always ends?

The love you hoped would never end ends the way things always do for you. Sobbing. Empty. The things you swore would never get in the way of your relationship keep you from seeing what made all of this worth it. The haze is no longer the protection around your relationship. It’s the very thing keeping you from seeing each other.

You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway, carnations you had thought were roses: that’s us. I feel you no matter what, the rubies that I gave up.

What people saw on the outside, what you once saw yourself, was roses. Traditional love, marriage between a man and a woman. But you and your lover weren’t roses afterall. You were carnations, a symbol of queerness, another flower on the list. In the years following the end, you still feel her. She was everything, and eventually, even you had to give up.

And I lost you, the one  I was dancing with in New York Looked up at the sky and it was

The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet it was…

The mark they saw on my collarbone the rust that grew between telephones, the lips I used to call home, so scarlet it was

maroon.

This time, when you look at the sky, you see the devastation. The rose blush has faded into rust. She stops answering your calls. You stop trying. She put this into you, and now she’s gone. Midnight was once the space you shared. Now, when you watch as time moves on without you. You’ll never move on. How can you, when nobody sees what you’ve gone through?

And I wake with your memory over me. That’s a real fucking legacy, legacy. And I wake with your memory over me. That’s a real fucking legacy to leave

The lover you begged over and over to stay, she left. From the little sleep you find, you wake up—thinking about her. You’re drowning in it.  All of the secret moments, all of the laughter shared, all of the wine is gone.

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet…  The mark they saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones The lips I used to call home, so scarlet it was maroon

Eventually, you become so painfully numb. All you can do is remember. All you can do is hope she remembers it too. You go over it in your mind again and again, hoping the wine and the blood will fade enough for you to breathe. It never seems to end.

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRxKGJJy/

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

It's too perfect!

Very 🥹 This cover plays through my head on a loop tbh.

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When Taylor faced Kaylor’s LED and sang love story, all I can do is screaming Guys, you need to come back!

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I held the Kaylor’s signboard and Taylor sing “Love Story "like this in 11.11😂😁😳😳😳😳 @taylorswift

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🎥: rikalicious via instagram story

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THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE OMG.

I just love how perfectly they handled this arc. 

I’m sick of shows using characters prying through each other’s personal stuff as a plot device and rarely addressing it. They completely dismiss the fact that it’s a breach of trust and invasion of privacy in doing so. But of course “iT’S jUSt A ShOW”.

I just love how this show crafted this arc to clearly emphasise the importance of respecting each other’s boundaries in a relationship (YES THAT NEEDS TO BE IN BOLD).

Amity could’ve easily sneaked a peek at the video to find answers. She could’ve easily done it. Luz’s phone was right in her hands. And the sad thing is that if she did do it, most of us would’ve overlooked it because we’re so used to that plot device being constantly used in general.

But what they showed us is that Amity had a choice. She could pry and then talk to Luz about it. Or she could just talk to Luz about it anyways without prying. Honestly, whatever you do the end result is the same: you end up talking to the other person about it. But the difference in both paths is that you’re breaching someone else’s trust in one.

Amity didn’t pry. She reassured her that too. Amity chose to respect Luz’s boundaries and privacy here. And she approached Luz gently about it at the right time and moment. She didn’t even push Luz into even giving her side of the story. She only worded her concerns. 

The kind of representation of relationships that involves healthy communication and acknowledgement of boundaries is exactly what the world needs more of. Media representation is so important in the way it can influence the morals that the viewers are passively being injected with. Especially in a show where the target demographic is children and has to focus around morals.

Seriously, bless this show for it’s wholesome and healthy rep! Bless it! The world needs more of that.

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Yuchi > Kyoru

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Perfect (via)

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strictly talking tear-ducts here

I was looking around and found this super high quality 4k photo of the rep photo (alternative link) we reference for the eye theory, as wonderfully discovered by @9w1ft.

And on the same website I found some high-quality photos of Karlie. I think the tear-ducts are pretty telling! The right eye in question has a tear-duct that appears to be much more pointed downward / tight like Karlie’s is.

(+ what always does it for me is the peculiar line above the eye and the brow bone structure, but that’s for another day)

anyway, I’ll let the photos do the talking…

+ bonus things that I am sure you’ve already covered so masterfully.

In this photoshoot bts video, we see this shot. Note that the left side of the face remains the same. But the right side – it changes. See the finger placement. And the grey box that so conveniently covers the right eye. AND the photoshop layers that clearly show she had this altered. There is just so much to this mystery that I am so intrigued by!

anway, enjoy the 4k version of this photo to feast your eyes on!

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Happy Valentine's Day, Kayda!!! 🥰

Yes, Kayda! All great stories start like this. At least the best I've ever known started out that way too. 😍

Look! I believe you know them.

But unlike Kai, sometimes, I really can't tell which one of them wanted to kick the other out of their own glass closets as quickly as possible from day one.

P.s.: "THAT'S WHAT I WANT"?! I see you little robot. 😉