#my temple my mural my sky

[felizusnavidad]

WHITE, YELLOW, GREYYYY! 🥰

GIRL!

🤍 let's commit some crimes, let's punish those who think tlm was a bad movie 🔪

💛 same here, you are my sunshine and you know that, ilysm

🩶 WHY DO YOU THINK I AM SMART HAVE YOU SEEN MY MEMES??? im so fucking stupid shhshshs but thank you i appreciate it

#my bestie #my temple my mural my sky #ilysm #to the moon and to saturn #🩷🩷🩷 #i saved every letter you wrote me*

[diamondseaside]

i can’t stop thinking about the parallels between tolerate it and high infidelity… from “i know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it” to “there’s many different ways you can kill someone you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough” and “took this dagger in me and removed it” to “your picket fence is sharp as knives”

#also you made me my temple my mural my sky to i made you my world in bejeweled

[ruqaiyahdayne]

who: @devanitoland when and where: sunspear, shortly following the murder of dante uller by baashir dayne and the introduction of ruqaiyah dayne to the court of sunspear. there is a grand feast going on with specifically assigned seating, and ruqaiyah finds herself sat at a table with a very, very, familiar stranger. tdlr: that feeling when ur 10 year long situationship shows up

her visit to sunspear would most likely be permanent this time, and it was something she had not fully thought through until the wagon was already days into the journey - she found herself wondering whether that had been intentional, to make the change of setting as easy and minimal as possible. ruqaiyah hoped not, for she wished her departure from her home to be full of emotional theatrics, with elephants adorned in colourful fabrics and colour filling the air.

now she was here, back in the capital city: where she had been before, though it felt like each time she arrived, there was some update. someone had died.

there was assigned seating at this table, and she noted there were multiple notable women of various houses of dorne: and she did not pay enough attention to one of the names that would have been enough to cause her to get up and demand to sit at another table. perhaps because she was too engrossed in gossip about what the princess loreza martell was wearing, she was within such conversation when another face appeared before her.

"my eyes are increasingly fixed on one person." "don't say that." "but i did." "who?" "you've run out of questions now, ru." she had seen it, and heard it, through a rose coloured haze.

one would be able to see her expression change ever so slightly as she looked upon devani toland for the first time in over a decade, as though she had risen from the dead: of course she had heard of her return and all the rumours attached to them. a flicker of realisation, her words slowing for a moment, before she simply looked away; acting as though she was not at the table at all. none would have noticed the way her heart was thumping, and how suddenly increasingly numb she began to feel.

a door slammed. "you said your eyes were fixed on one person. one. person." "did you take it seriously? we were drinking." "but you said it." "so?" "do you tolands know how to count?" she had seen it, and heard it, through no haze.

how she wished to get up and demand to be sat elsewhere. she found herself looking anywhere but at her, speaking to women and aunties of various social circles as they walked by her; and still, she had not said hello. she would not say hello first. she refused to say hello first.

and if devani toland did not say hello first, then devani toland was not sat opposite ruqaiyah dayne. it was an empty seat.

#c: devani #devani 001 #when you were out building other worlds where was i? i made you my temple my mural my sky and i'm a footnote in your life (deewani devi)

[kerimboz]

                      ৻ 𝐼 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 [...]                             𝒲ℎ𝑦'𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘?

𝐹𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 : 𝐹𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑦𝑒, 𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑦𝑒 _ 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘!

Crescer na praia deveria ser o sonho de toda criança. Acordar com o barulho das ondas, o cheiro de maresia e o sol na janela. Simplesmente poder correr pela areia ao encontro do mar, deveria ser algo bom, mas não era, ao menos não para Kerim. A casa vazia, contava com uma mobília minimalista, apenas o essencial: geladeira, fogão, cama e alguns itens menores, sem televisão, ou qualquer tecnologia que fosse, nada disso interessava ao ser que visitava os Boz pontualmente às quartas e sextas pela manhã. O despertador tocava no quarto do garoto de apenas seis anos, antes mesmo que o sol nascesse, para que tivesse tempo de tomar seu café e ficar a postos na praia, esperando a chega daquele que o colocou no mundo. E ele odiava quando Kerim se atrasava.

"Olá, papai!", disse o pequeno todo serelepe ao avistar o deus saindo dos mares, como quem flutuava sobre as ondas sem o menor esforço. E os olhos de Kerim brilhavam em pura admiração do celestial, almejando ser igual a ele quando crescesse, digno o suficiente para que pudesse alcançar o Olimpo, ou algo próximo talvez. "Garoto, está com a postura errada, endireite-se!", respondeu Poseidon completamente indiferente a admiração estampada na feição da criança. Era sempre assim, quando Kerim se demonstrava, era podado para que entendesse que a relação entre eles estava longe de ser fraternal, Kerim tinha parte do seu sangue, mas estava longe de ser seu filho favorito.

Aviso: o texto protegido por readmore pode causar desconforto, sua leitura não é recomendada em casos de gatilho com: abuso psicológico, daddy issues e leve violência física não explicita.

O garoto ajustou a postura, ombros para trás, peito estufado, barriga para dentro e pés próximos um do outro. O queixo deveria estar sempre erguido e o olhar no horizonte, jamais deveria ousar encarar Poseidon ou qualquer outro deus, pois isso seria lido como sinal de afronta e desrespeito. O deus rondou a criança, observando milimetricamente a sua postura, fazendo os ajustes necessários com toques de água. Bastava um movimento da mão, para que um fio se prendesse do mar e acertasse o ponto em que o garoto estava errando, como uma régua que o batia nem de leve e nem com tanta força, afinal ainda era uma criança. E isso se repetia todas as quartas e sextas, até que Kerim finalmente aprendesse a postura adequada.

"Agora está mais apropriado.", proferiu Poseidon, finalmente parando diante a criança para que pudessem começar o treinamento, nada muito extravagante, apenas resistência. "Dizem que todos os meus filhos têm afinidade com o mar.", comentou, soprando um riso divertido no ar, "bobagem! A afinidade é minha e eu a concedo de acordo com o que quero. É claro que não vou maltratá-los a troco de nada, por isso podem ir e vir como quiserem.", explicou, apontando com a cabeça na direção do oceano, para que Kerim o acompanhasse, e assim o garoto o fez, sempre dois passos atrás do pai. "No entanto, hoje você ira aprender a lidar com o mar sem a minha permissão ou proteção. Afinal não sabemos quanto tempo ainda tenho aqui, posso ser aprisionado, e mesmo que o oceano seja leal aos seus, muito pode mudar.", era uma preocupação que carregava desde sempre, seus irmãos sempre foram instáveis e uma guerra poderia acontecer a qualquer momento. Foi por isso que concebeu Kerim, para ser seu soldado como Teseu antes dele.

Ao final do discurso, Poseidon colocou-se atrás do garoto e o empurrou em direção ao mar que repentinamente ficou agressivo e turvo. As ondas o abraçaram com violência, jogando o pequeno corpo de volta para a areia, sem muito esforço. "De novo, garoto!", ordenou, empurrando-o uma segunda vez. E isso se repetiu por mais dez, ou quinze vezes depois. "Vamos fazer isso até que você consiga ficar lá dentro. De novo, garoto!". Depois de tantos caldos, os músculos de Kerim já estavam esgotados, ele tossia e cuspia água cada vez que se levantava na areia, e apesar disso, seguia obedecendo as ordens do pai, encarando a fúria dos mares de novo, de novo e de novo. Já não tinha mais controle de quantas vezes se reergueu, apenas o seguia fazendo de forma mecânica até que não conseguisse mais se levantar.

As mãos se apoiavam na areia, tentando erguer o corpo, mas os braços tremiam tanto que de nada ajudavam e Kerim caia outra vez sobre a areia úmida da beira-mar. Poseidon se aproximou do menino, mas não lhe ofereceu ajuda ou afago algum, apenas o olhos com despeito e decepção. "Talvez eu tenha errado com você, garoto. Não vai me ter serventia alguma, pelo visto.", proferiu antes de erguer novamente a cabeça e desaparecer mar a dentro. Kerim estava cansado demais para qualquer outra coisa além de chorar, seu rosto escondeu-se entre os braços e a areia, e enquanto choromingava baixo, ele repetia: "desculpa papai, desculpa, desculpa...".

#𝟎𝟼. pov ﹂ I made you my temple. my mural. my sky. #𝟎𝟑. development ﹂ a friend to all is a friend to none.

[sequin-smiile]

*Taylor Swift singing about heartbreak, death, revenge and murder*

Me:

#she's my temple my mural my sky #taylor swift #phoebe bridgers #innovator's award #iheartradio #midnights taylor swift #the eras tour #eras tour las vegas

[fightaers]

tolerate it but sakura @ sasuke, u feel me

#I WAIT BY THE DOOR LIKE I'M JUST A KID #USED MY BEST COLOURS FOR YOUR PORTRAIT #LAY THE TABLE WITH THE FANCY SHIT #AND WATCH YOU.... TOLERATE IT #[...] I GREET YOU WITH A BATTLE HERO'S WELCOME #I TAKE YOUR INDISCRETIONS ALL IN GOOD FUN #I SIT AND LISTEN. I POLISH PLATES UNTIL THEY GLEAM AND GLISTEN. #[...] WHILE YOU WERE OUT BUILDING OTHER WORLDS #WHERE WAS I? WHERE'S THAT MAN WHO'D THROW BLANKETS OVER MY BARBED WIRE? #I MADE YOU MY TEMPLE. MY MURAL. MY SKY. NOW IM BEGGING FOR FOOTNOTES IN THE STORY OF YOUR LIFE!!!!! #if u know u know. #but also if u know - i need u to scream it with me #gen: out of character.

[stylinson-spagghetti]

tolerate it is, among other things, hera's internal monologue

#especially the bridge #greek mythology #percy jackson #greek gods #hera #zeus #taylor swift #i just read percy jackson's greek gods and this was all i could think of #like #while you were out building other worlds where was i???? #where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbe wireee #i made you my temple #my mural #my SKY(pun absolutely intended) #and also #you assume I'm fine #but what would you do if I #BREAK FREE AND LEAVE US IN RUINS #TOOK THIS DAGGER IN ME AND REMOVED IT #GAIN THE WEIGHT OF YOU THEN LOSE IT #BELIEVE ME I COULD DO ITT #srsly why do i lowkey ship them nowwww? #but honestly #hera could've been pretty nice if not for zeus and his bitchiness

[master-missysversion]

Sorry for once again making every song I listen to about the master but thinking about Tolerate It as a thoschei song hurts so much 10/10 reccomend it

#> i made you my temple my mural my sky Now im begging for footnotes in the story of your life #also sorry bc i know a lot of people dont like taylor swift but idc i love these songs #esp evermore <3

[somewherebetweenrage]

slightly mad about my tag situation let's see if this at least makes them easy to find

#tag fix #ooc: out of patience #queue: we are the future #visage: is this what i am #aesthetic: patient fury with a metal tang #charles: smart arsed naivety #family: always out of reach #magda: my balance wheel #homeland: where i have lived and loved. where all my yesteryears are buried deep #the children of magneto: forever my fiercest loves. forever my fiercest regrets #Erik & Lagertha: home isn't a place. it is a person. and we are finally home. #Erik & Matthew: the one who threw blankets over my barbed wire. my temple. my mural. my sky. #about: i am no hero. merely a man who has seen and done and endured what can never be forgotten or forgiven #the grandchildren of magneto: for them i willingly smoothen my sharp edges #Lagertha: you will be my sword and shield. my camouflage. and I'll be yours. #Matthew: clever as the devil and twice as pretty #crack: sheer force of will #Erik & Maria: all i know is you held the door. you'll be mine and i'll be yours. all i know since yesterday is everything has changed #Maria: say my name and everything just stops. only bought this dress so you could take it off #cherik: i want you by my side. we want the same thing

[alastairstom]

tolerate it is extremely alastair @ charles and you can not convince me otherwise

#if i ever wrote a fic about them WHICH I MIGHT #it would be called my temple my mural my sky #stoner thoughts

[felizusnavidad]

here’s my favourite 🥴 pictures of LMM for you 🥹🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

FOR ME??? what did i do to deserve this, it's the best thing that happened to me today wtf-

#a beautiful collection #truly #ladies and gentlebitches this is my bestie <333 #my temple my mural my sky!!! #brb gonna go cry in my bed #i saved every letter you wrote me*

[bukaters]

Tolerate It is still one of the best songs in Taylor’s entire discography. 

I know she’s specifically singing about a romantic relationship, but the lyrics can apply to any kind of relationship where you feel like you are constantly giving, giving and giving without your efforts and love being appreciated. And the figures of speech she uses hit so hard that you almost feel the slap in the face.

And that briiiidge... how is it not poetry?

#'i made you my temple my mural my sky' #'and now i'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life' #🙃 #a fork in my eye balls would hurt less #lesson to take from this: never love anyone who doesn't recognize all the love you have to give #i don't care what people say #this woman is a lyrical genius #taylor swift #music #mine

[diaryofsheets]

maybe that's what we all are; unanswered questions.

Maybe we were made simply to exist, simply to be.

#diaryofsheets #tumblr #aesthetic #hashtags #love #explore #writerscorner #thoughts #life #quotes #sad girl autumn #autumn #weather #love love #clouds #orange sunset #pretty skies make me happy #omg #love the sky today 🥹 #I made you my temple my mural my sky #cloudy #stormy skies #who am I #words aren’t mine #okay bye #goodnight take care <3

[luvcentral]

Good morning im hyperventilating thinking about homewell x tolerate it by taylor swift!!

#‘youre so much older and wiser and i wait by the door like im just a kid’ #i am so fucking unwell #‘I MADE YOU MY TEMPLE MY MURAL MY SKY’ #im gonna have a fit #im not even a homewell guy but. but. but.

[ssaic-jareau]

HI FRIEND I MISS YOU I MISS TALKING TO YOU I LOVE YOU

HI BUBS, I'M SORRY LIFE HAS BEEN LIVING (read: I've been busy) 😫

I MISS YOU TOO POP ME A MESSAGE WHENEVER AND WE CAN CATCH UP HONEY!!!

I LOVE YOU

#aimz answers #my temple my mural my sky (charlie tag) 💫 #charlie tag

[schrodingersgirlboss]

been listening to tolerate it on repeat since the concert and idk why it surprised me that that was the song that made me break down in tears hearing it live, it's literally so sad

#stellacore #i made you my temple my mural my sky now i'm begging for footnotes at the story of your life 😢 #eras tour (tree's version)