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jinstronaut · 3 days

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a jin a day while he is away ♥

day 497 (cr. 0613data)

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stillgotscars · 3 days

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loml - taylor swift

#taylor swift #tswiftedit #my edit #typography #the tortured poets department #loml

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endofbeginningmp3 · 2 days

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the boyfriend i can never have ♡

#i might have screencapped the whole interview and i might have been playing with all kinds of filters on them #i also might be obsessed with him but that's none of your business #i love him :(((#dreamboy #loml #joe keery #steve harrington #djo #gator tillman #joekeeryedit #steveharringtonedit #djoedit #happy early birthday light of my life #sigh

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xspeter · 19 hours

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LOML

luke castellan x fem!reader

angst, angst, angst. mini blurb to help me get my flow back :) based off of LOML by Taylor Swift.

Percy Jackson isn’t sure what’s worse. Luke’s betrayal, or the look on your face when you find out. He’s sure he’ll get nightmares about it.

You’d had a wide smile on your face, the woven flower crown in your hair hinting that you’d just been out at the flower fields with your siblings.

You’d been called to help patch up Percy after what you had been told was a fight, but the somber energy in the room immediately told you something was off. It was too suspicious to have Chiron, Mr. D, Percy, Annabeth, and Grover all in the room for what was supposed to simply be slapping on a band-aid.

The smile on your face fell, and was instead replaced with a subtle frown. Your eyebrows furrowed, and you crossed your arms over your chest uncomfortably. “Is something wrong?” You asked, eyeing everyone in the room.

Percy swallowed and hesitantly glanced to Annabeth, who already had the remnants of tears in her eyes. And if the glossiness told him anything, it was that she was about to burst out crying again. Not that he could blame her.

He watched your frown grow as recognition flashed across your face. You and Luke always had been so in tune to each others emotions, he’s honestly surprised you didn’t notice the lack of his presence earlier.

“Y/N-” Chiron started, but you interrupted him. “Where’s Luke?”

Silence.

Percy didn’t believe in soulmates. It’s weird, because after finding out about greek gods and mythological beings being real, you’d think soulmates wouldn’t be that far off the table. But, they were.

But you and Luke had something Percy could tell was special. It wasn’t just a relationship - it was like a sacred bond bestowed upon the two of you by the gods themselves. Wherever Luke was, you’d be sure to follow, and vice versa. Fuck, you’d practically finish each other’s sentences as corny as that sounded.

That’s why he was so confused Luke would throw it all away so easily.

“Y/N…” Mr. D started, and Percy was sure it was the most emotion he’d ever even seen from him. You immediately began shaking your head, hands trembling as you stared at the ground. “Where is he?” You questioned again.

More silence followed, and Percy knew no one wanted to answer you, and he could understand why. Still, he took a breath and forced himself to look up at you. “He’s gone.”

It was like the five stages of grief flashed in your eyes simultaneously - merging together but still so distinguishable.

“No, he’s not.” You whimpered, “He’s in his cabin. I just saw him barely an hour ago-”

“He tried to kill Percy,” Annabeth finally breathed out. “He wants to overthrow the gods.”

You shook your head, a disbelieving laugh leaving your lips as you ran a trembling hand through your hair, moving up the white flower crown until it was lopsided on your head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said through gritted teeth, “Luke wouldn’t do that. I know him. I know him. He wouldn’t. It must’ve been- been a shapeshifter or something. I mean, with all the other monsters out there there has to be a shapeshifter right? Yeah. That’s all it was. It wasn’t Luke.”

Percy squeezed the table in front of him until his knuckles were white, doing his best to choke down his tears. It was a tempting idea, one that he’d have no problem believing if it hadn’t been for the look in Luke’s eyes. No monster could recreate that kind of rage.

“It was him,” Percy spoke up, “I know it was.”

“You don’t know anything!” You yelled, eyes wild and skin paling, “You don’t know Luke like I do! He wouldn’t do this! Sure, he gets mad at the gods sometimes, but don’t we all? It doesn’t mean we’re gonna up and start a whole rebellion!”

Grover attempted to reach out to you, tears forming in his dark eyes, “I know it’s hard-” He attempted, but you practically jumped away from him. “Don’t touch me.” You growled lowly, pointing an accusing finger in his face. Grover didn’t argue.

Everyone in the room stared at you in pity, and it made you sick. You’d show them. Luke was in his cabin right now, probably trying to sleep or playing with one of the younger campers. Because that’s what Luke does - that’s the Luke you know.

You were the love of his life. He’d told you just two days ago during a secret picnic on the beach way past your curfew. You’d choked up, but told him the same through your tears. Luke had kissed you so hard you swore you were seeing stars, and you remember thinking this kiss had felt different than all the others. Almost desperate, like he was trying to grasp onto something he knew he was losing.

No.

Luke was in his cabin.

You’d left the Big House without even a grunt, practically sprinting across camp to the Hermes cabin. You didn’t care about the weird looks the stragglers were giving you, didn’t care about the soft ache in your legs. You needed to see Luke. Needed to feel him. Needed to intertwine your souls again.

You were panting by the time you reached it, throwing the doors open and looking around wildly. “Luke?” You called, voice breaking a bit as you did.

“Y/N?” someone said, you didn’t know their name. Or maybe you did. You honestly couldn’t remember right now, the only thing running through your mind was Luke.

“Have you seen Luke?” You asked.

The camper shook her head, blonder hair falling in front of her face as she did. “Hey, are you okay-”

You were gone before she could even finish her sentence. You spent hours searching for him, like he was a pair of house keys you’d lost and desperately needed in order to go home.

The moon was high into the sky by the time you stop, your vision blurry with tears and muscles burning. You’d even prayed to your father at some point - which was something you rarely ever did.

You fall to your knees in the grass, hand clutching at the golden bracelet on your wrist. Like had given it to you two nights ago on the beach, embroided in it were the letters “LOML.”

He’dtold you it was because you were the love of his life, but right now in this moment, with your chest puffing and knees weak, you think it may stand for something else.

Because while you may be the love of Luke Castellan’s life, he was the loss of yours.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fanfic #fanfic #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #annabeth chase #grover underwood #chiron #mr. d #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #angst #percy jackson fanfic #x reader #charlie bushnell #charlie bushnell x reader #loml #loml taylor swift

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lyricsilove · 2 days

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#taylor swift #lyricsedit #lyrics #the tortured poets department #loml

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yonglixx · 3 days

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240329🤍

#lee felix #lee yongbok #stray kids #people #loml

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taylortruther · 1 day

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Can you pls give your interpretation of the line "dancing phantoms on the terrace, are they second hand embarrassed?"

so, earlier in the song, she says "who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames / if we know the steps anyway?"

she's basically saying, nothing is going to stop us from starting up again, since we have a shared history and interest in each other. the "holy ghost" and cemetery metaphor also bring to mind that this is a relationship that was near death, but never quite over, and has been resurrected.

so they rekindle the flame, but the relationship immediately crashes and burns (it never even left the cemetery even after resurrection) and she's left devastated.

so the "dancing phantoms" are like the ghosts or the fantasy of what the relationship could've been, judging her. i'm imagining a dancing ghost couple, in the forms of taylor and matty (or joe, whatever)--romantic, in love, happy. that's what she wanted them to be. but these ghosts are embarrassed for her. almost taunting her with what could've been. she should've just let this relationship been a "what if," a fantasy, instead of digging it up and trying to resurrect it. that fantasy wasn't real! "it was unnecessary, should've let it stay buried."

#loml #the death/ghost/resurrection metaphors in this song are INSANE #but i tried to be brief

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evermoredeluxe · 3 days

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“if you want break my cold, cold heart just “i loved you the way that you were,” if you wanna tear my world apart, just say you’ve always wondered” vs “it was unnecessary, should’ve let it stay buried” something something about romanticizing your own past life so that you don’t feel skeptical about dredging it back up again, but then later realizing that following through was wrong all along… something something about regret consuming you…

#why did tumblr label this as mature lol #cososom #loml #ttpd #the tortured poets department #arshia takes #arshia talks

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honeyyymmoon · 20 hours

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loml-taylor swift

#taylor swift #taylorswiftedit #tswiftedit #the tortured poets department #loml #lyrics #lyric edit #lyric quotes #typography #my edit

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folklaur21 · 3 days

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loml

Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!reader

Summary: You thought Theo was the love of your life, but he grew to become the loss of your life instead...

Warnings: Use of Y/N, just a sad drabble lol

Word Count: 450

"WHAT THE HELL THEODORE!" You were trying to make sense of everything you had been told by the boy who you thought was the love of your life. Your lover.

"Baby, it didn't mean anything to me, I promise. She came onto me and I just didn't know what to do." Your (soon-to-be-ex) boyfriend was stood up now, raking his hands through his hair. Hands that you thought would hold yours forever.

"Yeah, and she didn't mean anything when you took her up here and slept with her. That's not the kind of mistake someone makes, Theodore." Every time you called him Theodore, it pained you slightly. You never called him Theodore. Hardly anyone did. To you, he was Theo, Teddy, Baby, and if you were frustrated, Nott. Never Theodore. And to him, you using his full name was like a stab in the heart.

"Look, darling I'm sorry. I was drunk. I wasn't thinking straight." Theo was stressing out now. He loved you. Yes, he cheated, but she didn't mean anything at all to him. She was nothing in comparison to you. Surely you could realise that...

"Theo, you can't expect me to believe that. I wish I could un-recall how we almost had it all, but I can't. I can't ever forgive you for this. Ever." You were determined not to cry, but here the tears were, spilling down the edges of your cheeks. God, why were you like this. He cheated on you. He didn't care, but you still love him more than your existence. Love's a funny thing.

"Y/N, you're the love of my life. I can't find a world for me without you in it."

"Then you're going to have to look harder, Theodore."

Even Theo was crying now. He was so beautiful when he cried. But he usually cried to you, not for you.

"I love you, Y/N. Please. Forgive me. I'll change. I'll be a better person. And I'll never do it again." Theo begged, pleaded with you. He wanted you back. And deep down, you knew you wanted him too. But you couldn't take him back.

"I love you too Theo. But you won't change. I know you won't. I'm sorry."

You go to leave the room before Theo grabs your wrist, pulling you back.

"Please," he says, gazing into your eyes, his spilling over with tears, "Don't leave me. You're the love of my life. Please."

"You were the love of my life. But I can't stay with you. You're the loss of my life."

And with that, you're over. You squeeze Theo's hand three times. Your life didn't seem golden anymore; it was black and white once more.