#‘no more keeping score now i just keep you warm / no more tug of war now I i just know there’s more’

[bewilderedbuck]

long story short is also such a benvi song im going to scream

#'no more keeping score now / i just keep you warm / no more tug of war now / i just know there's more' LIKE!!!! #the entire song but especially that part. and also 'long story short it was a bad time / long story short i survived' is SUCH a devi lyric #bc she survived!!! shes a survivor!!!!!!! #im losing my mind just a wee bit ok #benvi #s.txt

[fearsomeandwretched]

I've thought a good bit about the "what song would you play a teenage Taylor if you could play her anything in her discography" question and it's long story short for me!

#no more keeping score now I just keep you warm no more tug of war now I just know there's more

[daisyswift3]

UMM so cruel summer and a lot of other songs are making a lotttt more sense now that I’ve realized the “devil” that Taylor keeps referring to is actually the music industry as a whole thanks to @keepingsecretstokeepyoutk (see this post). “He looks up grinning like a devil” // “I would’ve stayed on my knees and I damn sure never would’ve danced w the devil AT 19” // “Dear reader if you aim at the devil make sure you don’t miss.” Do you remember the Top Global Artist vid that spotify released that had cruel summer as the background song and had a bunch of cruel summer references? Yeah go back and watch that again w this context in mind 😃 Taylor (the angel) has had enough of the games and is gonna end them once and for all which is very Katniss Everdeen of her—hello the archer 🏹 if any of you have read or watched the hunger games you know how the story ends

And you'll also remember that Katniss escapes the games twice by cheating--the first time w poison berries and the second time by destroying the arena itself (which was a clock) WITH itself using a lightning strike current at midnight that shot thru her arrow -> "And there was one prize I'd cheat to win." Not to mention Katniss was the mockingjay, a symbol of rebellion and resistance. And the fire symbolism in this trilogy was meant to represent how that rebellion can spread from a spark of hope. Snow lands on top but fire melts snow. Taylor is a huge hunger games fan so I wouldn't be surprised at all if these parallels were intentional. Also I'm not the first one to notice the hunger games connections, I saw some other gaylors point this out so I can't take full credit for that

“You play stupid games you win stupid prizes” // “Devils roll the dice” // "Baby let the games begin" // The scrabble instagram post // The mastermind chess board // "You see all the wisest women had to do it this way, cause we were born to be the pawn in every lover's game" // "No more keeping score now I just keep you warm. No more tug of war now I just know there's more"

I think it's possible Taylor knew that her masters were gonna be sold hence all the game imagery and songs abt heartbreak on lover

She's literally gonna take down the industry as a whole and expose everything. This is the reason for all the cryptic messages and meticulous planning. AND THIS IS WHAT THE ALBATROSS IS ABT TOO. “She’s the albatross she is here to destroy you.” They tried to keep her locked away in cages and towers and closets and tried taming her and pulling out her teeth but it didn’t work

“Devils that you know raise worse hell than a stranger” SHE’S the devil now and she’s abt to make their lives a living hell

“She’s the death you chose” i.e. the music industry chose to kill Taylor (which is why TTPD is a post-mortem album) so now she’s coming back to haunt them hence the ghostly Victorian attire. “We gather here we line up weeping in a sunlit room and if I’m on fire you’ll be made of ashes too.” THIS is the karma she’s talking abt that will happen at midnight!!

“You’ll see me in hindsight tangled up w you all night burning it down”

I am the APPARITION. I am the LINE OF POETRY. THAT’S TAYLOR. SHE’S THE GHOST WRITING POST-MORTEM POETRY

Literally feel like I am abt to explode from all the earth-shattering revelations I’ve just had

#pumpkin anon i can’t thank u enough for these messages #also sb^2 u can suck a fat one #gaylor #gaylor swift #ttpd #closeting #bearding #pumpkin #the albatross #karma mv #orange karma theory #devils #cruel summer #top global artist #spotify #angels #games #mastermind #meet me at midnight #hunger games #the archer #katniss everdeen #parallels #maathp #the industry

[viivdle]

can we talk about how "long story short" is ACTUALLY jurdan??

"I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me" JUDE. not to mention literally every other line in this song is jude

"Clung to the nearest lips Long story short, it was the wrong guy" and said guy was locke "Now I'm all about you" "No more keepin' score now I just keep you warm No more tug of war now"

JURDAN.

#cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #jurdan #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #the folk of the air #tfota #locke tfota #taylor swift #evermore #long story short

[taylorswifttournament]

Lyrics under the cut

Last Kiss

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe And I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are Hope it's nice where you are

long story short

No more keepin' score now I just keep you warm No more tug of war now I just know there's more No more keepin' score now I just keep you warm (keep you warm) And my waves meet your shore Ever and evermore

#taylor swift #polls #best bridge #last kiss #long story short

[darkmatternova]

No more keepin' score now

I just keep you warm,

No more tug of war now

I just know there's more….

#disney #fanart #pixar #blosc #mira nova #fan art #buzz lightyear of star command #warp darkmatter #wip

[ohgaylor]

afterglow 🤝 hoax 🤝 the great war 🤝 death by a thousand cuts 🤝 long story short (parallels / analyses)

always remember // flashbacks waking me up // flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur // I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me

my knuckles were bruised like violets, sucker punching walls // fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves // don't want no other shade of blue but you // I blew things out of proportion, now you're blue, put you in jail for something you didn’t do // and maybe it's the past that's talking, screaming from the crypt telling me to punish you for things you never did, so I justified it

I lived like an island, punished you with silence // cursed you as I sleep-talked, spineless in my tomb of silence // misery like the war of words I shouted in my sleep // my sleepless night, my winless fight

somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed // my best laid plan, your sleight of hand // paper cut stings from our paper-thin plans // your finger on my hairpin triggers // my twisted knife // you knew the password so I let you in the door // my only one, my smoking gun, my eclipsed sun, this has broken me down

tore your banners down, took the battle underground // I look through the windows of this love, even though we boarded them up // I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone // chandelier's still flickering here 'cause I can't pretend it's okay when it's not

and what once was ours is no one's now I see you everywhere, the only thing we share is this small town // you know I left a part of me back in New York // my kingdom come undone // our country, guess it was a lawless land

stood on the cliffside screaming, "give me a reason" // long story short, it was a bad time, pushed from the precipice, climbed right back up the cliff

I don’t wanna lose, I don't wanna lose this with you // that was the night I nearly lost you, I really thought I'd lost you // this has frozen my ground // soldier down on that icy ground, looked up at me with honor and truth, broken and blue, so I called off the troops // thought I had reason to attack, but no // when I dropped my sword, I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door

the worst was over, my hand was the one you reached for all throughout the great war // your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in // no more keepin' score, now I just keep you warm // we're burned for better // I am ash from your fire // always remember the burning embers

no more tug of war, now I just know there's more // this ultraviolet morning light below tells me this love is worth the fight // and we will never go back to that bloodshed, crimson clover // I vowed I would always be yours ‘cause we survived the Great War // and we live in peace, but if someone comes at us, this time, I'm ready

#lyric*connections #they tell the same story!!!!! #taylor swift #afterglow #hoax #the great war #death by a thousand cuts #long story short #parallels #analysis #mine #gaylor #anyway these motifs are rather significant if you ask me #folklore #midnights #lover #evermore #taylor swift parallels

[oh-my-wolfstar]

Taylor Swift Wolfstar songs day 37

Today’s song will be Long Story Short from evermore. It’s pov Sirius post Azkaban but it is happier and more hopeful, it’s what would have happened if they survived through the war.

Fatefully I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me Misery Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep

Sirius tried not to fight with Remus, he tried to pick his battles but how could he when his life had become a war zone. He argued with himself all the time, a mental war of grief and suspicion raging inside, fed by the world he lived in.

And you passed right by I was in the alley, surrounded on all sides The knife cuts both ways If the shoe fits, walk in it 'til your high heels break

Remus never truly saw what was happening to Sirius, and Sirius knows. He never knew how he ended up in the right place at the wrong time. But it hurt them both just the same, the way the world forced Sirius to be something he never was and never would be.

Actually I always felt I must look better in the rear view Missing me At the golden gates they once held the keys to

Sirius always felt that everyone liked him better when he was gone, he wondered if Remus ever realized what they had till it was taken away. 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

But when Sirius gave up the war he had never stopped fighting he ran to Remus. He ended the years of massacring himself to be happy, to believe he deserved that at least. And this time he won’t let war tear them apart.

No more keepin' score now I just keep you warm No more tug of war now I just know there's more

Sirius is done second guessing the people he loves, he’s done letting the world dictate his heart. Now he only wants to be with Remus, because he knows there more in love than there will ever be in war.

Now I'm all about you I'm all about you, ah Yeah, yeah I'm all about you

Now Sirius is all in, he’s done not trusting anyone. Now he’s going to trust Remus and the love they have with all his heart.

I wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things Your nemeses Will defeat themselves before you get the chance to swing

Sirius wants to tell Remus to let the petty fights go because the war will end with or without them. They will aid the effort but they will no longer let it consume them.

And I fell from the pedestal Right down the rabbit hole Long story short, it was a bad time Pushed from the precipice Climbed right back up the cliff Long story short, I survived

And Sirius knows why they shouldn’t become the war they fight. He knows because he paid the price, lost twelve years of his life and was marked a traitor. He spent his youth fighting, he lost his youth to Azkaban. And in there he lost everything, bushed to the brink of madness. But he pulled himself back together, mended his broken soul and learned to love without fight. He came back from hell and went to his love; because long story short he survived.

actually, I’ve been having fun exploring life after Azkaban and during the second Wizard war, it’s so interesting to think about all the things that Sirius lost, and the way he was able to come back. I think long story short sums that up perfectly.

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders #fanfic #harry potter #james potter #hp fandom #taylor swift #peter pettigrew #evermore

[365-days-of-taylor-swift]

November Day 29

Check out the masterpost to vote on more polls

#365 days of tswift #polls #lyrics #evermore #taylor swift bridge

[artsychauna]

No more keeping score, now I just keep you warm.

No more tug of war, now I just know there's more.

This song was made for them BTW

#current work in progress #current wip #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #rainbow rowell #carry on

[francesderwent]

cornelia street, the archer, i think he knows, long story short

some excellent (and difficult) choices!!

ok. it is my personal belief that Cornelia Street is pessimistic catastrophizing…about a love that is actually very true and real! it IS a love story, the framing device just happens to be fear. and I don’t think that invalidates the love, because when people have left you in the past and everything else HAS always ended, even when someone’s giving you every indication that they’re gonna stay, you do still have a voice in the back of your mind that says “I hope it never ends”. that’s not unromantic!! it’s not a red flag. sometimes the fears really do come from your mind and not from the situation. and the fears in Cornelia Street are not hopeless fears.

The Archer is also pessimistic catastrophizing (I’m ready for combat I say I don’t want that but what if I do? I search for your dark side. who could ever leave me darling, but who would stay?) but it’s pessimistic catastrophizing about trying ur best. in theory I could put it in telling the truth about trying ur best like Out of The Woods because the anxiety DOES break with “who could stay? you could stay” but that is the very last moment of the song, and I think the verses of The Archer are just way more pessimistic than the verses of Out of the Woods.

unfortunately I am so tempted to sort I Think He Knows meanly, but if I’m objective about it I guess it goes in optimistic delusions about a fleeting valid moment. however it is very much on thin fucking ice, because despite the familiar knowledge that has grown between these two people, the situation the song describes is very shallowly sexual. (let’s be real. I Think He Knows is only a truly valid moment if it’s your man acting suspicious and you think he’s gonna propose. OR if it’s about a married couple who’s already defined everything that needs to be defined in a final way)

long story short, on the other hand, is another true love story!!!!!! one of the craziest things about being in love is how it really does gloss over all the terrible things that came before. it all becomes just long story short! and “no more keeping score now I just keep you warm, no more tug of war now I just know there’s more” is SO true and so real. the way that the world comes into focus and you see what really matters!!!! it’s beautiful and it’s joyful

#ask game #thanks!

[thetisming]

this could totally be a maycois song from May's pov

No more keepin' score now I just keep you warm (keep you warm) No more tug of war now I just know there's more (know there's more) No more keepin' score now I just keep you warm (keep you warm) And my waves meet your shore Ever and evermore

#& juliet #& juliet musical #&j #and juliet #and juliet musical #juliet musical #maycois #may bellerose #francois dubois #idk it;s the 'no more keeping score' vs 'well i actually saw you first if we're starting to keep score' #Spotify

[itspileofgoodthings]

no more keeping score (sob) now I just keep you warm (sob) no more tug of war (sob) now I just know there’s more (sob)

[now-that-i-saw-you]

"Andrew and Neil's relationship isn't without its problems, but it is lasting. They understand each other and are learning to talk to each other without keeping score."

No more tug of war now I just know there's more // No more keepin' score now I just keep you warm

#aftg #andreil

[fairytaletold]

@miidnighters // Wet my fingers for me, sweetheart. ( Eira + Flynn )

IT GOES LIKE THIS: it’s a Friday night, and she’s at his place, playing video games on the couch. A few stolen nips of assorted liquors clinked in her pocket on the way over; three of them sit empty now, a pleasant buzz numbing the thoughts that like to circulate her mind. So she’s playing, and he’s sat beside her, watching her yelling at the screen and grow pink cheeked, flustered, angry — where are her teammates! what the hell! does she have to carry the whole game —

And then he’s got hands bracketing her face, and his grin is pressed against her mouth, and suddenly the game doesn’t matter, and the score doesn’t matter, and the controller clatters unceremoniously to the floor as it’s pushed aside and she drags him down.

That buzz leeches out of her brain, now — seeps down into her limbs, warm and heavy and tingling. Beneath him, she’s pliant, all parted lips and arching spine and goosebumps where his fingertips wander off along her skin. It’s not long before he’s shed her shirt with those same self assured hands, and then his is gone, and Eira can feel a curious shift of power passing between them. For all that he can’t even see her like this, she grows more shy as she bares skin; by contrast, he feels more sure now, imbued with a confidence that he doesn’t always show. Pants, gone. Bra, off. His mouth captures the soft peak of one nipple and she goes hot, modesty warring with sharp desire. The battle between them both makes her dizzy; she’s done this so rarely before, and never with someone like this — like him.

( I love you, she mumbles, heavy with sleep, and it takes her hours to realize what she’s said. )

So by the time he’s got her underwear in that pile on the ground, she’s shivering, a wide eyed deer that feels the hunter’s coming shot. Touch me, she thinks. Burns with it, even as the thought makes her faint. He can’t. He shouldn’t. But he pauses then, and the idea that he might stop now is enough to have her breath caught. And then —

Oh, god. A quiet command — two fingers lifted to her mouth. Her heart is a wild, fluttering bird trapped within the frail cage of her ribs; should its wings beat any faster, it would surely escape confinement. She’s staring at his eyes. For a moment, it almost seems as if he can actually see her in the room cloaked in night, her features lit by the television screen — and her cheeks warm even hotter to think it, that he might see her bared like this, wide eyed, hair splayed across the pillow. That he might see the way her throat works hard to swallow, to drag in precious air. But he can’t. And still his hand is lifted, waiting, patient, promising. She wants him — god, she wants him — and it’s that surge of molten hunger that sparks her into acting at last.

Lithe fingers find his wrist. They draw him closer, tug his hand until those two fingers he’s lifted are drawn up against her lips, soft and yielding just for him. She’s looking at him, and he can’t see, but she wills her eyes to keep on his as her mouth opens to slip them in, closing around their length. Her tongue slips against his fingers, wet and warm and willing.

Flynn can’t see her — and for the first time in remembrance, she’s both sorry and glad for it.

#DO NOT LOOK AT ME!!!!!! #this is so long lmao what the hell #as per usual I shan’t be rereading my own filth; I am simply posting and them pretending I’ve done nothing wrong #mom voice: USE PROTECTION KIDS!!!!! #miidnighters #miidnighters // flynn

[sadbeautifutragic]

currently thinking about the transition from wound open / game token / i didn't know you were keeping count to no more keeping score now / i just keep you warm / no more tug of war now / i just know there's more