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breakbleheavens · 4 months
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CRUEL SUMMER Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour (2023) dir. Sam Wrench
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hits-differently · 9 months
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cruel summer (2019)
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iavender-haze · 7 days
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celebrating cruel summer hitting #1 on billboard charts (and spending two weeks)
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myspiritmytrust · 8 months
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CRUEL SUMMER The Eras Tour - Mexico City, Mexico (Night 4)
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themoon-andtosaturn · 21 days
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melbourne n3
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fairinloveandpoetry · 2 months
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saw this on twitter and got inspired to post it on here… put in the tags what 5 songs would be on your surprise song list if they weren’t on the eras tour setlist?
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exilecrown · 2 months
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Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
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thalissateixeira · 1 year
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TAYLOR SWIFT    Cruel Summer at The Eras Tour (March 18, 2023)        
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just-a-pole-sir · 4 months
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dazzlinhaze · 1 year
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it’s a cruel summer with you...
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witchwyfe · 7 months
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cruel summer ii - rc
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pairing - (non-canon) Rafe Cameron x female reader
précis - part two of cruel summer !!
content/warnings - mentions of food, mentions of eating, language, kissing, i think that's it
word count - 1,331
a/n - the long-awaited sequel! thank y'all for being so patient i really hope it was worth the wait :)
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“Okay, so I have Diet coke, Oreos, and the breadsticks from The Wreck, that you love.” You list of the items that are neatly packed away in your lunchbox from high school, gesturing to the backseat, where said lunchbox is sitting.
“You’re the best.” Rafe flashes you a shiny smile as he hauls himself into your passenger seat. You wait for the click of his seatbelt before pulling out of Tanneyhill’s driveway. 
Ever since you and Rafe had talked and acquired your new friendship status, you’d been spending quite a bit of time together—as in the whole summer. You have a week before you’re heading back to school, and it pains both of you more than you’ll ever admit. Tonight’s event is a beach picnic, hence the old lunchbox and blanket in your backseat. 
Instead of your usual chatter and occasional banter, Rafe is glued to his phone, a frown etched onto his lips. You glance over once, at a red light, but he doesn’t appear to notice. 
“So,” You start, somewhat awkwardly. “How was your day?”
Rafe clicks his phone off, looking up as he clears his throat, the sound husky as it reverberates throughout the car. “My day?” He coughs, red rising on his cheeks. Your foot pushes against the gas pedal so you don’t notice the blushing boy beside you. “Was okay. Worked with my dad.”
You grimace on instinct, wrinkling your nose in a way, Rafe doesn’t want to admit, is cute. “Was he nice to you?”
He laughs half-heartedly. “He was okay. Just the usual.” You frown again and lean over to pat his shoulder, ignoring the uncomfortable twinge in your arm as you bend it back.
“S’fine.” He shakes his head. “Seriously, nothing I can’t handle.”
“You shouldn’t have to handle it.” You murmur, more to yourself than him, but he catches it anyway.
“Well, enough about me.” He pauses to shift in his seat, swallowing down the hesitation that engulfs him. It’s such a simple question—one you’d already asked him—but he can’t help but feel how domestic it is, how sweet that you care enough to ask, to ask and mean it, rather than throwing out a meaningless sentiment. “How was your day?” He croaks out, covering it up with a cough that does nothing to stop more heat from rising on his cheeks. 
“Pretty good.” You smile. “Better now. I get so lonely during the summer, I should’ve gotten a job or something. I did go shopping though, on the mainland, had to get up early.” You frown. “Sorry for talking your ear off.
“You’re not!” He expresses immediately. “I like hearing what you have to say.” He could listen to you talk for hours and never get bored, you could say the same sentence a hundred times and he wouldn’t mind, he’s sure your sweet timbre would make it more than bearable.
“Oh,” It’s like the heat has spread from his cheeks to your own. “Thanks Rafe.” 
“D’you find a new duvet?” He inquires. “I know you said you wanted a new one before you go back to school.”
“Yeah, I-I, did.” You smile, swallowing over the stutter in your words. “Didn’t realized you remembered.”
“I do actually listen when you talk, ya know?” He teases.
“Could’ve fooled me.” You retort, giggling when he gasps in mock offense.
“Oh right, because you totally listen to everything I tell you.” He argues, playful sarcasm tinting his words.
“Shut up, I do!” You’re laughing again when you pull into the beach parking lot and see Rafe’s pout and crossed arms.
“Oh yeah?” He challenges. “What game was I telling you about yesterday?” He taunts.
You’re silent for a few seconds before he’s shaking his head in disappointment. “See, I knew it!”
“S’not my fault Rafael!” You shriek in attempt to defend yourself. “Baseball’s so boring, I was listening but I forgot.”
“Oh, you forgot?” He eggs you one. “Nice try, sweet girl.” 
He processes the nickname two seconds after it fell easily from his lips. You don’t seem to notice so he doesn’t make a deal about it. Seem is the key word, because you didn’t think it was physically possible to want someone so badly, a simple term of endearment sending you into a frenzy. It’s different than the princess, he’d always called you, even now that you’re friends. This wasn’t a tease or a nickname you give to bother someone, it’s sincere and real. 
“Okay whatever,” You sigh, reaching into the backseat for the lunchbox and the large beach blanket. “I promise, next time you talk baseball, I’ll take notes so I don’t forget.”
“Gonna get you into baseball someday!” He sing-songs, sidling up to you as soon as you’re both out of the car. “Want me to hold on to your stuff?” He wonders softly, noticing your lack of tote bag.
“Hm, yes please.” You murmur, handing him your wallet and keys. “Thank you.”
The beach as is crowded as you expected, late evening in early August, still hot but cooled just a bit for the incoming sunset. Rafe helps you lay out the blanket before settling right beside you on it. 
You pull out two cans of Diet Coke and Rafe’s eyes light up. Surprisingly, you and him also shared an obsession for the soda. He cracks a can for you, then one for himself. You take a generous sip, the crisp carbonation sliding down your throat, deliciously. 
As the sky melts into orange and pink sherbert, snacks and diet cokes demolished, you and Rafe sit silently, shoulder to shoulder, his body heat radiating against your skin, even through his t-shirt and your crewneck. 
You sit, gathering your nerve, wanting, needing to say something, anything.
“Hey Rafe?” You wonder softly, clearing your throat. 
“Hmm?”
“Is it gonna be different?” You’re spitting words out before you can even think of what you mean but you keep going. “Like, since we’re friends now like, are we—“ You cut yourself off with a sigh. “I guess what I mean to say is, will it still be like this when I go back to school?”
“Like, us hanging out? And talking?” He wonders slowly and you nod.
“I just, I’ve had a really good summer with you and I don’t want it to end just because I’m leaving.”
He nods knowingly. “It doesn’t have to.” He assures. “I’ve had a great summer too, and you know, UNC isn’t that far, we can hang out whenever we want.”
You nod. “Cool.”
He nods again and the silence returns, this time charged with something different, unfamiliar, something that’s been building the entire summer, finally enough that you can feel it.
“And one more thing,” You start, building your nerve. When he turns to you, you set your hands on his shoulders and press your lips to his, just once, soft, and delicate.
“Fuck,” You hiss, eyes widening as you search his expression. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed, we can just act like it never happened and—“
There’s a magnetic pull between your lips and his, a sigh of relief leaving you when his mouth finally covers yours. Your fingers scramble for purchase on the collar of his shirt, before dancing up to thread through the hair at his nape. His hands are on fire at your sides, skimming underneath your sweatshirt, rough palms meeting smooth, soft skin. 
“That was more than okay, sweetheart.” He grins crookedly when you pull back, lips wet and swollen. “Long time coming I think.”
“Yeah.” You sigh, curling into his side. “I’m gonna miss you.” 
“I’m gonna visit you.” He promises with a kiss. “As much as you want. You’re going to be sick of me.”
“Not possible.” You shake your head. “I think I had enough of that the last ten years of my life. I want to get as much of you as I can.”
“You have me sweetheart, all of me.”
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© witchwyfe 2023. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.
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breakbleheavens · 10 months
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It's cool, that's what I tell 'em No rules in breakable heaven
CRUEL SUMMER The Eras Tour — Detroit, Michigan (Night 1) | June 9, 2023
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hits-differently · 7 months
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@tayloralisonswiftnetwork Cruel Summer Event | Favorite lyric from Cruel Summer 
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new-york-no-shoes · 10 months
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Literally nothing in the world will top being at the barricade of the diamond for the eras tour opening. I just sob every time I watch it so I’m sharing my shitty quality video with you all 😭
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sheisobvious · 10 months
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dorotheado · 9 months
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rank track 2s in the tags! they are: picture to burn, fifteen, sparks fly, red, blank space, end game, cruel summer, cardigan, champagne problems, maroon.
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