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Taylor Tomlinson: Have It All (2024)
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seek--rest · 8 months
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stan culture is a disease that I will never understand. I cannot reconcile the cognitive dissonance of reading that your favorite star actively avoids going out because of the stalker, creepy photos and videos that people are taking and somehow accept this as okay because “that’s the price of being famous” no. no it isn’t. a celebrity acknowledging that their fandom is fucking deranged and has entire accounts dedicated to stalking your every move does not magically give everyone a pass to keep doing it. it’s not PR. it’s not fun. the normalization of the actual stalking of celebrities and bending over backwards to defend what you all do is absolutely fucking bizarre.
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new-york-no-shoes · 6 months
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What’s everyone’s 1989 holy trinity before TV comes out!?
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mxrisacoulter · 2 years
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what are you thinking?
the ol' punch and judy?
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Do you guys ever think about how crazy it must feel to be the girl who started 123 let’s go bitch??? Like she just said something funny at a concert once and posted it online, and now she’s started a fandom tradition that millions of people participate in across the world, and even 5 years later ​we all still scream it at every show and Taylor quotes it on social media??? THAT’S a real fucking legacy to leave
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farannir · 1 month
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folklore (2020) lyrics that made my jaw drop
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xoxoladyaz · 11 months
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It Hits Different This Time
Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Rock Star Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington
Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five
“Steve.” 
He hears Robin knocking on the door, her knuckles tapping firmly against the wood.
“STEVE.”
He’s lying on the bed in Robin’s guest bedroom, limbs starfished across the plush gray comforter, staring at the ceiling fan. Taylor Swift is singing to him, blasting from the Alexa speaker next to him.
Oh my, love is a lie, shit my friends say to get me by 
“Alexa, volume up.”
“Steve – STEVE!”
It hits different, it hits different this time
“Alexa, off,” Robin says as she marches into the room. Taylor’s voice cuts off almost immediately and Steve huffs, frustrated.
“Steve, as much as I love listening to your ‘Sad Taylor Swift’ playlist, you need to eat something. Go for a walk. Take a shower.”
“I’d rather not.”
Sighing, Robin kicks his left leg until he’s made enough room for her to collapse down beside him and gaze up at the spinning fan. 
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.”
They lay in silence.
“It’s just – our three-year anniversary, Robin.”
“I know.”
“He didn’t even text me.”
“I know.”
“And the supermodels at the club! And the tweets!”
“I know, Steve.”
There’s moisture pricking at the inside of his eyes now. “I just – it’s dumb, okay? I thought we could make this work. But I guess I’m not as important to him as he is to me.”
“Dingus,” Robin chides, and he turns his face away so she can’t see that he’s actually crying now. (She still probably knows that he is; Robin always knows. He just doesn’t want anyone to see.) “Okay, is Eddie Munson a huge idiot? Yes, and he has been for as long as we’ve known him. Is he kind of an asshole now that he’s famous? Yes. Do I think this is the end? Not necessarily.”
Steve snorts. “It’s been four days, Robin. Nothing for four days. I think it’s already ended.”
Robin cuddles up to his side so now they’re legitimately snuggling together. “Look, all I’m saying is he’s going to be back in the state in a few days and I think you owe it yourself to at least have a conversation with him. Either you two decide to work things out and start communicating better or you decide that he’s not pulling his weight to make his relationship work and you get closure. Either way, I think you need to talk to him.”
“Yeah,” Steve sniffles. “You’re probably right.”
“Steven, I’m always right.”
“I’m sorry, do you want to talk about the Pixar question you fumbled on trivia night?”
“Dingus, I swear to god if you don’t let it go - ”
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Eddie’s groggy and nauseous and fuck the sun is too bright. He pulls at the window-shades as he stumbles into their kitchen, dropping his Louis Vuitton bag on the floor. The fact that he’s managing to walk while coming down from a five day bender that he barely fucking remembers is kind of a miracle. 
“Steve! Stevie, baby, I’m home!”
Silence.
What day is it today, Saturday? He’s probably at the farmer’s market with Robin. Eddie’s a few days early anyways, wanted it to be a surprise. And honestly, it’s probably a good thing Steve’s not home, Eddie needs to keep sobering up.
He pulls a fresh bottle of water out of the fridge and collapses onto the restored dining-room chairs they bought a few months ago. He tips it back and drinks it down greedily, swallowing the cool water down his aching throat. “Oh, that’s good,” he moans to himself, dropping the now empty bottle onto the dining room table.
The empty bottle that clangs against something. Squinting, Eddie opens his eyes and looks down.
There’s a small box sitting at his spot, a card laying haphazardly onto the side. It looks like someone opened it and scribbled all over what they originally wrote.
Eddie frowns and grabs for the card. It’s Steve’s writing. Whatever he’s crossed out is unreadable. Instead, all there is is the following:
I would say Happy Anniversary, but judging by the fact that (1) you didn’t return my call or even text me back and (2) the paps caught you at the club with the guys and a bunch of supermodels instead, I’m going to assume that you’re not interested in celebrating it anymore.
Eddie feels his stomach sink so fast that he’s going to lose all the water he just drank. 
Look, Eds, I am so proud of you for making your dream come true. I would never ask you to give that up or sacrifice your music for me. But I’m tired of feeling alone in this relationship. Of feeling like you don’t love me as much as I love you. Because I would do anything for you, but I think this all proves that you wouldn’t do the same for me.
Anyways, I still want you to have your gift. It wouldn’t make sense to give it to anyone else. 
Your biggest fan, Steve
He can’t see straight and it’s not because of the drugs. He can’t breathe and it’s not because of his asthma or his wicked smoking habit. 
He grabs the small box, flips it open, and chokes back a sob.
It’s a perfect replica of Aragorn’s ring, the ring he’s given that proves he is Isilduir’s heir. He’s wanted it foryears, but it was never something that he thought he could buy for himself. Sure, he could buy whatever random luxury shit without a sweat, but something so meaningful to him? Because reading The Lord of the Rings saved his fucking life in high school? His brain couldn’t deal with him buying it for himself. His therapist says it’s one of his many hang-ups regarding money and fame and his self-esteem issues, but that’s not what matters right now.
What matters is that Steve gave this to him, loved him enough to have it made for him.
And now Steve is gone.
Eddie grabs for his phone with shaking hands and checks the date.
“Fuck.”
Five days. 
He’s five days too fucking late.
He’s dialing Jeff before he can even realize he’s doing it.
“Dude, I really don’t want to be talking to you right now.”
“Jeff,” Eddie barely gets out, his voice choking on a sob. “Steve is gone.”
Jeff’s silent for a moment. 
“I’m on my way.”
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birf · 3 months
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badgalazzie · 1 year
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„i don’t dress for women” MF WHAT IS IT THEN???
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itsshawtyfellas · 11 months
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I like them nerdy and submissive. That's it. That's the post.
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alien-bluez · 22 days
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Dungeons and Daddies is a podcast about four teens trying to save the world from an eldritch god that their grandparents released all those years ago.
Happy S2 finale day! Collab by me and @pittermogged
Textless version under the cut
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cerealforkart · 10 days
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I’ve been planning merch for the physical manga bundle and I keep coming back to the same thing I can’t do. He will never be a marketable plush
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egghead7enthusiast · 9 months
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torturedpoetsdpmt · 2 months
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Tumblrina Swiftie Follow Train!
I've been feeling a lil lonely on here lately and wanna be more involved and active in the community, which means I need more mutuals! I love doing these follow trains bc they help me find such great blogs to follow.
Here how it works:
Reblog this post if you post Taylor content (can totally be multi-fandom, but maybe add your other fandoms in the tags)
Put in the tags one of your favorite songs/album lately, a compliment about prev, or just something else fun! you don't have to, this is just to help people get to know you
Follow a few other blogs that have reblogged this post to help build your community
Feel free to follow me (btw @ mutuals I just changed my url from alitoowelll). Send me asks, whether you're new to my blog or not, let's be friends! I really want to interact with more of you <3
There's such an amazing community of swifties on here, but sometimes it can feel a little hard to break in and feel like you have real friends and are a part of things. I would love it if this post became a starting point for friendships between more of you and helped more people feel included :)
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koszmarnybudyn · 3 months
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Wow sure hope this doesnt end up in wip hell, (i have finished 3/4 of this so im hopeful it wont) these are the teens as the four horseman of the apocalypse.
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koddlet · 5 months
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complementary colours! (cover for my jackieshauna playlist...)
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