#normal cardigan and then cabin in candlelight cardigan

[sophisticatedswifts]

Spotify just played cardigan twice in a row and I’m not mad about it

#normal cardigan and then cabin in candlelight cardigan

[laurfilijames]

Nights Like This

Pairing: Will Johnson x female reader

Words: 4,360

Warnings: rated E, 18+. alcohol consumption, unprotected intercourse.

Summary: You and Will make the most out of the cozy autumn weather, indulging in warm treats by a campfire, but a storm rolls in and helps turn things into an even steamier affair.

A/N: @i-did-not-mean-to is an angel and as always, tried to build me up when I experienced a lull in my writing by sending me some fictober prompts to get inspired. Naturally, these prompts screamed Will Johnson to me, so I apologize to anyone wanting Fili, and also to @sunnyrosewritesstuff who also sent me a prompt for “campfires”.

The prompts used were: Changing of the leaves, Warm beverages, Hand holding, Sweet treats, Rainstorms, Campfire, Cinnamon, Baking, Sweater weather, Whispers, Candlelight, Cuddles and as a bonus challenge, IDNMT threw in Monsters. (Please note I did not technically fulfill candlelight, but used firelight instead. Sue me.)

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The grasses that blanketed the mountains were deepening in colour; a burnt amber hue seeping through them to signal the arrival of autumn, and you noticed even the leaves on the bushes that surrounded the cabin had already changed in just a few short, brisk days that were followed by even colder nights. They rustled vigorously in the sharp wind as you watched through the kitchen window, making you adjust your cardigan to rest further up on your shoulder even though the roaring fire in the stove had the cabin plenty warm enough.

You smiled to yourself as you continued on with your task of rolling out dough for the cinnamon rolls you were making, a flush rising over your cheeks as you recalled the morning you had; waking Will by placing kisses all across his chest and stomach until his sleepy voice cooed to you, your naked limbs tangled together until a lazy ecstasy took you both while the sun rose, and finally the lingering kiss that you swear you could still feel on your lips before he walked out the door with his gun and gear over his shoulder.

"What are you going to do while I'm out?" He had asked earlier while still laying in bed, his arm up over his head as you twirled your finger through the damp curls on his chest.

"I'd like to bake something, I just can't decide what."

"Cinnamon rolls."

You smiled again, remembering the complete absence of indecision in his request, making it clear he had been thinking about the sticky, sweet treat for a while.

"I think I can do that."

"I'll be dreaming about them the whole time I'm hunting. The deer will start looking like them."

His hearty chuckle still echoed in your ears even hours later, and you hoped the thought of the warm, aromatic buns would send him home sooner than he intended, knowing your hunger for him was far greater than his was for your baking.

The sun had sunk low behind the hills that sheltered the cabin, and as you dried the last of the dishes, the familiar sounds of Will clambering about outside caught your attention. The cinnamon rolls were ready and still warm from the oven, and apple cider simmered in a pot on the stove with cinnamon sticks floating on the surface, filling the entire cabin with the comforting fragrance. You reached for the bottle of single malt whiskey from one of the shelves, pouring a couple ounces in two mugs to add a little something extra to the hot drink.

The door creaked open and Will popped his head inside, a grin plastered on his face as the mixture of welcoming smells filled his nose.

"Hey!"

"Coming to get cleaned up?" you asked, expecting to see his hands soiled from field dressing whatever he had bagged, but your head tilted in surprise when you noticed they were far cleaner than normal as he tapped his fingers on the door frame.

"Nah, all good. I, um, have something for you," he said almost shly through a crooked smile, winking at you as he nodded his head behind him, gesturing for you to come outside.

"Is that so?" you chimed, trying to disguise how big your smile was spreading across your cheeks by pulling your bottom lip in your teeth, reaching for your coat on the hook by the door as you passed it.

A prideful look decorated Will's face as he took your hand and led you out, bringing you over to the area he had set chairs around a roaring campfire with what looked like every blanket you owned laid out across them.

"I don't see any deer…" you teased, your remark making him roll his eyes as he dropped your hand to take hold of a stick, poking a couple logs to get them going with the rest of the fire.

"Ah, I gave up pretty quickly today," he admitted, straightening himself to place his hands on his hips, looking at you pointedly. "I couldn't wait to get back home."

Your smile at his sweet comment lasted for only a moment before changing to a shocked laugh when he quickly added, "For the cinnamon rolls."

"Well then I better go get them for you to enjoy by the fire!"

You turned and walked back to the door, shaking your head at his cheekiness.

"Need any help?" he called out.

"No, I'll only be a minute." You looked back to see him smiling at you warmly and lovingly, and you matched it with your own before you stepped back through the doorway, the warmth from the stove welcoming you like a hug. You questioned if you would be able to comfortably sit out in the dropping temperature for long enough to please Will, but you knew how warm his thick body always ran and that you would be more than fine in his company.

Carefully, you poured the cider into the mugs already set out on the counter, the heat of it making the smell of the whiskey come off stronger in the steam. You lifted two rolls out of the baking pan and placed them on a plate, licking the icing off your fingers, proud of your efforts and excited for Will to try them.

As you made your way back outside, you paused by the window that flanked the door, looking out to admire him as he sat staring into the fire in front of him. The orange glow highlighted his features; shadows landing to accentuate all the pieces of him you loved so much from the crook in his nose to the indents in his cheeks that showed themselves even without him smiling, and the blue of his eyes seemed even brighter as the light from the fire complimented them. Could he be any more perfect? you asked yourself, letting the door fall shut on its own behind you as you walked down the stone steps with full hands.

The smile he gave you when you returned proved that he certainly was more perfect than you could imagine him being, and he stood to take the mugs from you and placed them on the arm of the chair he had been sitting in, allowing for you put down the plate that had been balancing on your arm on the other chair.

A gust of wind blew, feeling like it ripped right through to your bones, and you hurriedly grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders, moving to take a seat.

"Sit with me," Will requested, looking up at you as he settled into his chair and scooched it closer to the fire, his dimples breaking out as he grinned at you brightly.

"Mmm, gladly," you said. "You'll keep me warm."

You perched on his lap, already feeling heat radiating from him regardless of the fact he was only wearing a flannel shirt and no jacket. His arms folded around you, holding you close to him, one of his hands rubbing and squeezing your leg from over the blanket as his other reached for a mug and brought it to his lips. He blew on it before taking a sip, tucking his lips in his mouth and licking them to clear his beard of any left behind after he swallowed, a satisfied hum vibrating through him.

"That's good. Just what I needed," he praised, his eyes sparkling with appreciation, and even a hint of lust that was emphasized by the fire light that danced in them. You slipped your fingers through the handle of the second mug, holding it with both hands to help warm them, and relished in the burn down your throat as you took a drink.

"Don't let your bun get cold," you warned, nodding at the plate.

"I've been too busy trying to keep yours warm," he teased, his hand sliding down to pinch your bum, swallowing your giggle as he stole a kiss. Cinnamon and whiskey lingered on his lips, and leaning in for another kiss, you knew you’d rather taste it off his tongue than from your own cup.

Will gave a low growl as he peeled away from you, looking at you hungrily with gritted teeth as if he was torn between tasting you or the cinnamon roll.

"Go on, you can kiss me later," you assured him, and with one more peck on your kiss-bruised lips, he picked up the baked good and took a large bite.

"Oh my God," he praised, his satisfaction evident in the way he tipped his head to lean against the back of the chair, his eyelids falling shut as he savoured it. Rather than taking another bite after he finished chewing the first, he rushed to meet you in a desperate kiss, the sweetness from the icing that clung to his beard transferring onto your taste buds, mixing with the lingering burn of the whiskey.

After a brief intermission, you both finished your snack, your bellies satisfied but your hunger for each other increasing by the second. Remnants of sticky icing lingered on Will's fingers, and before he had a chance to clean them, you gripped his large paw and brought his finger into your mouth. His eyes widened, but the colour of them darkened drastically to reveal his approval of your gesture as you slowly encased his thick digit and swirled your tongue around it. A longing moan resounded from you as your eyes fell shut, and your arousal peaked as you imagined sucking a different stickiness from another appendage of his. You released his finger, opening your eyes to see him staring back at you with a feral need that proved itself more when he gripped your legs to aid in adjusting your body to straddle his lap instead. A hard bulge greeted you as you sat your core against him, making you grind against it as he pulled you down onto him even more by your hips and covered your open mouth with his. You inhaled deeply, indulging in the freshness of the outdoors that clung to his skin and hair and added to his appeal even more than was necessary; your body already signalling wanting him and readying itself for him as the wetness in your panties rubbed against your tingling clit and sent a shiver up your spine. Will's mouth travelled along your jawline while his hands became occupied with the various layers of fabric covering your upper body; his fingers peeling each piece open and away from your skin, down off your shoulders and finally your chest until your breasts were revealed to the harshness of the night air and your nipples tightened in protest. Somehow, his hands remained warm as they smoothed up the plump curve of each one, the gentleness he showed them contrasting to the increasing roughness of his kisses.

Your mouths broke apart; Will trailing a path down along the column of your neck causing you to tip your head back and press your chest into him as you arched your back, your hips naturally beginning to roll on him.

"Will…" you hummed, your fingers raking up his back and through his hair to tug at his waves as you forgot about your surroundings and plunged into the lusty heat that raged between you. You could feel him chuckle, his belly moving against your torso in his amusement of the state he put you in so quickly, and he hummed against your neck as he rubbed his face in back and forth motions to tickle you with his beard.

"What's so funny?" you inquired with your own giggle, leaning back slightly to try to look at his face.

"Nothing," he explained with a sideways grin, his dimple making an appearance before dipping his head back to graze his lips along your neck. They moved slowly up toward your ear, the sensation making your skin erupt in goosebumps, and his voice dropped to a whisper when he spoke again. "This is perfect," he muttered. "You are perfect."

His lips closed around the lobe of your ear, pulling and biting ever so slightly, and when his tongue joined in and his exhale covered the wet spot with warm breath, you moaned, your need for more doubling in an instant.

A breeze gusted through the area you sat, swirling the smoke from the campfire enough to make you fold yourself into Will's shielding body even more.

"Maybe we should go inside," he whispered again, his voice raspy as he pressed a gentle kiss onto the side of your neck where your pulse beat furiously.

"I'll be alright," you fibbed, not wanting to disrupt this moment between you just because you were a little chilled.

Will looked at you earnestly, his eyes searching yours for signs of truth, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he squinted.

"Only if you're sure," he said, tilting his chin to look up at the night sky. "I don't think those clouds will hold for much longer anyway."

Looking up as well, you watched thick, dark clouds waiting to let go of the moisture they held whisk by hurriedly above you; glimpses of bright, white stars twinkling between their breaks. Glancing back at Will, you watched as he admired the troubled sky above, his face soft with a happiness you could never tire of seeing. You couldn't help yourself, moving your hand to trace your fingers across his brow where bruises had marked his skin before, causing a contented sigh to leave him.

"What are you thinking about?" you murmured, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts, but unable to stop yourself from asking.

He smiled and met your gaze again, his eyes alight and glistening. "That out of all the skies to see in this world, I get to see this one with you."

Cupping his cheeks, you leaned in and captured his lips, the intensity and passion from before returning as soon as your tongues passed each other.

Thunder rolled in the distance, and after a moment the wind picked up more, causing the clouds to shroud the sky completely and send down a raindrop that landed on your bare chest. Another, and then even more fell, sprinkling against the tops of your heads and everything around you, forcing you to cease your kissing and pay attention to Mother Nature's demand.

"I guess we are going inside now," Will laughed, standing up with you still wrapped around his front. He held you tightly as he made it up the steps and into the safety of the cabin just before the sky opened up and poured down in a deluge, extinguishing the fire as rain pinged forcefully against the empty plates and mugs that were left behind.

Your combined laughter died out with the echo of the door slamming shut behind you, the cabin perfectly enclosed and offering protection from the wrath of the storm. Letting your feet fall to the floor, your smiles met together again, fading out as your lips opened to each other and you picked up where you left off.

The cabin had grown dark since you were last in it, the sun having fully set after you had gone outside, and the only light that allowed you to see was the faint glow of the dying fire left unattended in the fireplace. You pressed your hand against Will's broad chest, pushing yourself away from him as you took a step back, the look of raw desire on his face and his heaving chest making your skin burn at seeing how much he wanted you.

"I'm just turning on some lights," you explained, moving to flick a switch on a nearby lamp and then crossing the room to illuminate another.

"Good. I like seeing you when I'm ruining you."

His remark made you pause as you brought your hand away from underneath the lamp shade, and looking over your shoulder at him, you let the blanket that still hung over your shoulders along with your open sweater drop to the floor.

A dark chuckle resounded in your otherwise ringing ears, your arousal clouding your senses, but soon you recognized the sound of his belt unfastening and his jeans sliding down his legs.

Thunder shook the walls and a crack of thunder snapped loudly overhead, making you jump and the lights flicker to match your surprise, and another second later, darkness consumed the room again. It seemed even darker than before now that your eyes had briefly adjusted to the light, everything appearing black aside from the coals that remained and backlit Will's form as he stood in front of it, turning him into a shadow.

An eeriness crept up your spine despite knowing you were safe, your skin tingling with nerves while your other senses worked to heighten in your diminished sight. Still, you couldn't mistake the view of him undressing, watching as he removed his plaid shirt and then peeled the t-shirt underneath up over his head, his naked silhouette one you couldn't confuse with anything else.

“Are you afraid of monsters?” Will's voice asked from the other side of the room, his tone low in an attempt to scare you. You stood in place, smiling as you heard his footsteps carefully carry him over the floorboards, an appropriate creak even sounding through the noise of the pouring rain and intermittent booms of thunder.

“Only ones that look like you…”

A jittery feeling swarmed in your stomach in anticipation of what your words would make him do, and you couldn't help the nervous grin that spread out on your cold cheeks.

“Good, you should be afraid…” he replied, and you could hear the smile in his voice as he drew closer.

You jumped and squealed when his arms locked around you and spun you so he was holding you from behind, pulling you against his heated body, his beard tickling your neck as his mouth nuzzled against it.

“...I bite.”

His statement held promise despite it being told in a whisper, his lips moving up to trace the shell of your ear, and you moaned as your head fell back onto his shoulder and your hands gripped his fuzzy forearms in pleasure rather than fright.

"Come here," Will requested, taking your hand in his to spin you around as if you were dancing.

He walked over to the kitchen table and stopped to face you, letting go of your hand so he could bring both of his up to hold your face, placing a gentle kiss on your waiting lips.

"Sit," he muttered, the words making his lips move against yours in a tantalising way.

You held his stare as you did as you were told, shifting your bottom so you sat at the edge of the table, your legs spread slightly to give him a place to stand. In the faint light you could see the outline of his cock; long and hard, bobbing as he walked into your open legs, the tip oozing and making your mouth water.

His fingers landed on your waist, tracing up and down your side until you squirmed slightly before he hooked them in the band of your pants and slowly folded it down. You assisted as best you could; shifting your weight from cheek to cheek while holding onto his shoulders until he pulled them to your knees, bending down so he could peel them completely off of you. He paused, inhaling as he did, the scent of your arousal making him drunk, and gripping behind your knee he brought his lips to the inside of your thigh and kissed the quivering flesh. The trail he created sent you to insanity; your breathing ragged, your fingers clawing at the table desperately, your aching core still covered by the thin, and extremely damp, material of your panties as he pressed his lips everywhere but there.

He hummed in approval as his nose reached the closest to your center it had been, nudging you slightly to make you whine and cry out his name in a plea to put you out of your misery. Finally, his fingers hooked in your panties and began to slide them past your hips, over your bottom and down your thighs, his mouth marking the spots the thin material intended to land before it got there. Now that he had you naked he still didn't put you out of your misery, his arms bracing on either side of you against the tabletop, one of his hands covering yours to interlace your fingers together. His face was close to yours, and yet his features were barely visible by what little light remained from the fire; the glint in his eyes mischievous but not monstrous by any means. Tilting his head, he slowly drew closer to you, his nose brushing your cheek as you shared the same breath while his lips hovered against yours, and like he couldn't take it any more either, Will rushed to meet you again in a forceful kiss. The hand that wasn't still clasping yours wrapped around your back and he flattened his palm against the dip above your bum, sliding you closer to him with ease until the tip of his cock became wet as it gently began to part your folds. You squeezed his hand tightly as he breached your entrance, your foreheads pressing together as he pushed into your depths in one agonizing go. You whined and your stomach quivered as you took a shaky breath, your eyes falling shut as you relaxed to the fullness of him buried in you and the slow, but deliberate strokes as he pulled out and back in again. The calm tempo he initially set didn't last for long; the sensation of your wet heat enveloping his throbbing cock and the lewd noises casted upon your ears because of your soaked middle had his mind spinning, the harshness of his thrusts increasing drastically. Releasing your hand from his momentarily, he slipped it beneath your knee and pulled upwards, prompting you to shift nearly off the table aside from your heel that now supported you on its edge. You attempted to repeat the same with your other leg, but the change in angle proved to be enough for him as he growled with satisfaction and pounded you deeper than before, settling with this leg dangling in the bend of his arm. Wrapping one of your arms around his neck for support, you began rocking with his movements, using the other to help lift yourself up off the table ever so slightly to match his thrusts, the table squeaking from the assault put on it. The blows to your cervix had you tigthening around him and barrelling toward that cravable high in no time, and the crude sounds coming from where your bodies connected only encouraged more wetness to appear, allowing him to fuck you without holding back thanks to your generous lubrication.

Will's hand blindly found yours again, allowing you to claw at the back of it rather than the polished wood surface as he intertwined your fingers once more, squeezing back in assurance as he moved his face to meet your disoriented gaze. It was an intense look, one that managed to continue his berrage despite his physical actions relenting temporarily, having slipped from you nearly all the way other than his engorged tip that lingered at your aching opening.

His face screwed up slightly when he plunged back in, slamming into you to the hilt with what you knew was all of his power, the lines around his eyes the last thing you saw before your eyes were forced shut again and you succumbed to his treatment. Your moans were swallowed as he covered your mouth with his, sharing needy, sloppy kisses until you felt the familiar pressure explode inside you and your body became limp under his touch.

You clung to him tightly and your head fell onto his shoulder, allowing him to take all control as he fucked you through your high and began to chase his own. The table bucked against the wall and his grunts echoed in your ear as he wildly came undone and coated your contracting walls with spurts of thick cum, the coarse hairs above his pulsing cock havocking your already-destroyed clit to make you shiver and jolt.

Kisses were peppered all over your face; beginning at your right cheek, over your nose to your left one that burned with the flush of your afterglow, and finally onto your forehead. Will sighed as he allowed his lips to linger there, and his fingers drummed on the top of your hand as a signal of this blissful moment ending. He watched as he pulled out of you, already thinking of wanting to be inside you again, and glanced over his shoulder at the stove where the fire was almost completely extinguished. You released your hand from his as you stood from your perch, allowing Will to run his hand through his sweaty waves, a flash of lightning illuminating the whole cabin drawing your attention away from his alluring form.

"I'll get this going again," he spoke, his fingers carefully holding your chin to turn your head in his direction again. "You go get the bed warm…" His eyes danced back and forth and when he smiled, they seemed to light up brighter than the strobes of light in the night sky; a playful hint returning to the icy blue. "...I want a cuddle."

With a wink, he turned and began tending to the fire, leaving you to carry yourself over to your inviting bed on wobbly legs, and as soon as you wrapped yourself in the blankets you felt a wonderful sleepiness wash over you. Your eyes drifted closed as you listened to the storm pummeling overhead, thinking how wonderful nights like this were, and soon you felt the mattress dip as Will crawled in and pulled you into his embrace; his skin blazing from the fire and chest hair toasty against your cheeks.

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[whatiwillsay]

late stage swiftgron - the folklore era - 1.0

this post will include all relevant and major activities between taylor and dianna since taylor announced folklore on the morning of July 23, 2020.

click here for a dianna’s spotify masterpost (we are only including the most loud spotify activities on this post but it’s all very interesting)

tagging @jennyboom21​, @goldenageofsomethingblue​, and @tayloragron​ to help me out if i miss something (and ofc all of you swiftgrons who help out with the blog, don’t hesitate to let me know if i miss something major)

JULY 23, 2020 

-  8 AM EASTERN - TAYLOR ANNOUNCES FOLKLORE TO COME OUT AT MIDNIGHT  

 -  THAT AFTERNOON - DIANNA UPLOADS A NEW PLAYLIST TO SPOTIFY ENTITLED I’LL BE AROUND, WITH ONE SONG ON IT - ‘I’LL BE AROUND’ BY FLOOR CRY:

-  DIANNA ALSO STREAMS THE SONG ‘I LOVE YOU SO’ BY THE WALTERS:

this song contains a very loud lyric that makes us believe ‘the 1′ is about dianna:

JULY 24, 2020 

-  MIDNIGHT - FOLKLORE COMES OUT

-  SOME TIME THAT AFTERNOON - DIANNA ATTENDS NAYA RIVERA’S FUNERAL IN LA

JULY 25, 2020

-  AFTERNOON - DIANNA TURNS OFF HER SPOTIFY LISTENING FOR THE REST OF THE DAY AND INTO THE NEXT DAY (WE THEORIZE TO LISTEN TO FOLKLORE)

-  DIANNA’S SOON TO BE EX HUSBAND, WINSTON MARSHALL, POSTS THIS SHADY ASS PIC TO INSTAGRAM WITH THE CARDIGAN LYRICS WHILE HE PLAYS A BOARD GAME WITH HIS BAND MATE

JULY 29, 2020

-  DIANNA POSTS A LOUDLY DOLLY BIRTHDAY POST FOR MOLLY’S BIRTHDAY

-  TAYLOR RELEASES THE “cabin in candlelight” VERSION OF CARDIGAN

JULY 30, 2020

-  DIANNA IS RATHER ACTIVE ON SPOTIFY INCLUDING A STREAM OF ‘HAPPY TOGETHER’ COVERED BY FLOOR CRY WHICH SEEMS TO BE A DOLLY SONG (there is a very cute video of them goofing around on a beach, pretending to make out, being very adorable and affectionate with each other - dianna posted it and specifically edited it to add the song happy together)

-  THE BLOG GETS AN ANON REMINDING US HOW DIANNA WOULD LISTEN TO PALE BLUE EYES BY THE VELVET UNDERGROUND AROUND THE TIME SWIFTGRON WAS BREAKING UP IN 2013, WE PUBLISH AND DISCUSS ON MAIN

AUGUST 4, 2020

-  DIANNA STREAMS PALE BLUE EYES BY VELVET UNDERGROUND ON HER PUBLIC SPOTIFY 5 DAYS WE DISCUSSED HER LISTENING TO THAT SONG IN 2013 HERE ON THE BLOG

-  TAYLOR IS SPOTTED IN CAPE COD

AUGUST 5, 2020

-  TAYLOR NO-HOMO’S BETTY ON COUNTRY RADIO

-  DIANNA STREAMS PALE BLUE EYES AGAIN

AUGUST 6, 2020

-  KEVIN TEASES SWIFTGRON ON SHOWMANCE AND TALKS ABOUT TAYLOR LOOKING FOR SOMEONE (LIKELY DIANNA) ON THE GLEE SET IN FEBRUARY OR MARCH 2014, POSSIBLY CONFIRMING THAT SWIFTGRON PINING WENT ON LONGER THAN WE EARLIER THOUGHT

-  TAYLOR IS SPOTTED BRIEFLY IN LA WITH JOE

AUGUST 8, 2020

-  DIANNA IS CONFIRMED TO BE BACK IN NYC

AUGUST 9, 2020

-  DIANNA TRULY SNAPS, CRAVES WET PUSSY ON MAIN IN THE PLATFORM PRESENTS EDWARD SNOWDEN SKIT.  WE LIKE TO PRETEND THAT SHE DID THIS TO MAKE UP FOR TAYLOR’S NO-HOMO OF BETTY

AUGUST 15, 2020

-  BOTH OUR GIRLS POST TO SOCIAL MEDIA ABOUT SUPPORTING THE USPS WITHIN THE SAME HOUR

-  DIANNA IS ON A FRIEND’S SOCIAL MEDIA IN CONNECTICUT

AUGUST 18, 2020

-  THE LAKES (WHICH IS A SONG ABOUT TAYLOR WAITING FOR HER MUSE) AND THE DELUXE VERSION OF FOLKLORE COMES OUT

-  TAYLOR DISCUSSES THE MEANING BEHIND EXILE ON RADIO

AUGUST 19, 2020

-  DIANNA’S DIVORCE IS ANNOUNCED AROUND 8 AM EASTERN TIME

AUGUST 20, 2020

-  ESCAPISM FOLKLORE CHAPTER RELEASED

AUGUST 21, 2020

-  DIANNA IS SPOTTED IN NYC WITH HER HAIR CUT AND FRESHLY DYED

-  DIANNA GAY RUMORS SWIRL AS WELL AS HER CONNECTION TO TAYLOR, IT ALL SEEMS TO BE PICKING UP STEAM,  THE BLOG PREDICTS A JOE x TAYLOR STUNT

-  DIANNA’S WIKIPEDIA PAGE IS EDITED, A MORE FEMININE PICTURE IS MADE HER MAIN PICTURE, SEVERAL PEOPLE ARE EDITING HER PERSONAL LIFE SECTION.  SWIFTGRON RUMORS ARE ADDED TO IT:

IT APPEARS AS THOUGH A USER GOING BY KINGSIF MAKES THESE EDITS:

AUGUST *22*, 2020

-  IT IS ONE OF DIANNA’S GOOD FRIEND’S, SELBY’S BIRTHDAY.  SELBY (WHO WAS AT THE FUN CONCERT IN FALL 2013) POSTS TO INSTAGRAM WITH BOTH MTR AND WILDEST DREAMS PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND.  DIANNA DOES NOT PUBLICLY WISH HER A HAPPY BIRTHDAY (tho she didn’t post for selby’s birthday last year, however she didn’t like molly’s selby birthday dedication and she usually does comment on posts molly has made for selby’s birthday or like it or both in the past, she also didn’t comment on or like tracy dubb’s selby birthday post) 

AUGUST 23, 2020

-  SLEEPLESS NIGHTS FOLKLORE CHAPTER RELEASED

AUGUST 24, 2020

-  DIANNA IS IN CHILMARK, MA AT A LAKE WITH FRIENDS (it’s probably a coincidence but this location is not too far a drive or ferry ride from taylor’s place - about an hour)

AUGUST 25, 2020

-  DIANNA IS HAPPY AND FRESH AND CUTE ON THE SHIVA BABY LIVE STREAM

AUGUST 26, 2020

-  SALTBOX FOLKLORE CHAPTER RELEASE

-  THE BLOG POSTS THE SPOTIFY SINCE FOLKLORE MASTERPOST

-  A FEW HOURS LATER SPOTIFY GLITCHES AND/OR DIANNA GOES PRIVATE ON SPOTIFY, IT IS HARD TO TELL WHICH HAPPENED OR IF BOTH THINGS HAPPENED.  SHE DOESN’T STREAM AGAIN UNTIL 9/2/2020

-  DIANNA IS PAPPED IN NYC CARRYING A BOOK DESCRIBED AS RAUNCHY AND QUEER LMAO

-  DIANNA SHOWS UP IN INSTAGRAM STORIES OF SOMEONE WEARING A MASK AND A DETROIT BLOWS SHIRT

AUGUST 28, 2020

-  DIANNA SHOWS UP IN A DOG’S INSTAGRAM POSTS, RARE BTS FOOTAGE OF HER IN HER AMAZING ROMEO DRAG FOR HER ROMEO AND JULIET PHOTOSHOOT FROM 2019

-  TAYLOR NATION POSTS A PICTURE OF TAYLOR WITH WINE FROM THE FOLKLORE LIVE CHAT THAT TOOK PLACE THE EVENING OF THE 23RD RIGHT BEFORE FOLKLORE DROPPED TO CELEBRATE NATIONAL *RED* WINE DAY

AUGUST 29, 2020

- DIANNA’S INVOLVEMENT IN A PLAY OR FILM ADAPTATION OF A TALE OF TWO CITIES GOES PUBLIC ON INSABELLA MACPHERSON’S INSTAGRAM.  THE QUOTE REFERENCED IS, “IT WAS THE BEST OF TIMES IT WAS THE WORST OF TIMES”

-  THE OSSA YOUTUBE CHANNEL SNAPS AND SENDS SWIFTGRON MAINSTREAM SHOWING THAT NO, THEY’RE NOT OVER SWIFTGRON SO WHY SHOULD WE BE OVER IT?  THEY ADD SWIFTGRON RUMORS TO A VIDEO TALKING ABOUT WHO ALL THE GLEE CAST HAS DATED.

as of 9-4-2020 9 am central this video now has 115 k views:

AUGUST 30, 2020

-  DIANNA’S OLD BOSS RYAN MURPHY FOLLOWS TAYLOR ON INSTAGRAM, MAKING HER THE 13TH PERSON HE FOLLOWS (we speculate that taylor’s music will be featured on his upcoming movie, the prom)

-  TAYLOR WINS VMA FOR BEST DIRECTION FOR THE MAN, SHE GIVES A DIGITAL ACCEPTANCE SPEECH AND ENDS IT WITH A TENDER “I HOPE I GET TO SEE YOU SOON.”

AUGUST 31, 2020

-  THE BLOG REQUESTS DIANNA TO COME BACK TO SPOTIFY:

SEPTEMBER 2, 2020

-  DIANNA COMES BACK TO SPOTIFY WITH TWO VERY INTERESTING PLAYLISTS (songs that seem to specifically and blatantly reference taylor’s lyrics)

SEPTEMBER 3, 2020

-  DIANNA PAPPED IN NYC OUT BOOK SHOPPING 

SEPTEMBER 4, 2020

-  CAM SNAPS AND DECIDES TO CELEBRATE THE FAIRFAX FLEA MARKET ANNIVERSARY BY MAKING THIS MASTERPOST. HAPPY SWIFTGRONTEMBER.

what does it all mean?

as you all know, this blog does not think swiftgron is together (other than being friendly and on cordial or even close terms)  however we do think swiftgron is being referenced by kevin, her wikipedia, and that news video as part of a narrative.  we are not entirely sure what that narrative is but we have two very specific ideas.  if you hang around the blog or discord you probably know what our two theories are.  we are not comfortable blogging them publicly right now.

the usps post coordination is very loud to us as well along with the outside sources commenting on swiftgron.

it is not just our small circle of delulu 2020 swiftgrons that notice something going on with the girls.  they are referencing each other and seem to be circling one another and normal people are taking note.

i probably missed a lot so please ping me if i did (esp about taylor, we don’t track her as closely as we do dianna, we’re going to start though) and please read over this post with big swiftgron intelligence agency eyes 👀👀👀!  if there are connections and “coincidences” that stand out to you anon the blog or comment please!

and that’s what you missed on swiftgron

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