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[valeskafics]

"An Acceptable Arrangement" - Aemond Targaryen x Reader x Osferth

a/n: so this is spawned from my desire to do crossover fics for the ewanverse, you can check out the one i did for our ww2 boys billy taylor and tom bennet HERE. if you enjoy osferth and aemond together, definitely check out @anjelicawrites polyverse series! 🩷

Summary: Aemond takes a fancy to you, his pretty little chambermaid, and follows you into the city only to learn that you keep the company of a man he never could have expected - his bastard cousin, Osferth, who is about to become a septon.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, class stratification typical of westerosi society, mentions of death, oral m receiving, fingering, p in v sex, horizontal eiffel tower? idk

Word Count: 3,000 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood/The Last Kingdom characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

Aemond doesn’t know what spirit possesses him when he decides to follow you into Flea Bottom as you leave the Keep. He wears a cloak, hiding his face from the world, keeping a safe distance from you so that you do not catch on to what he is up to. In truth, even if you do, he will just tell you it is all your fault. Your fault for being so irresistible to him, your fault that ever since you became his chambermaid, he has dreamed of taking you to his bed, though honor forbids it. You are the most exquisite creature he has ever seen, well-spoken, kind-hearted, and intelligent to boot. He finds that he enjoys conversation with you more than he does with members of his own family. While he adores Helaena, he fears he can only speak in riddles for so long, while Aegon rarely has anything of import to day.

Aemond admires the way your maid’s uniform clings to your backside as you weave your way through the city, greeting every familiar face you come across. He watches as you take a pouch from your apron pocket and hand a man selling fruit on the side of the road one copper in exchange for two apples. You place them in your pockets and thank him, a bright grin on your face as you continue on your merry way. Two apples? That is quite interesting, the prince thinks to himself as he continues to trail behind you, keeping his footsteps light and swift, doing his best not to lose himself to his adoration for you as you hum a sweet little tune.

You reach what appears to be an abandoned shop of some kind, perhaps an old smithy that is no longer in use. You glance around, as if to make sure you have not been followed, and Aemond ducks behind a wagon, remaining just out of your line of sight. He follows you a few moments later, watching as you rush into the arms of the last man he ever thought he would see you with.

The bastard son of his uncle Prince Daemon.

Osferth.

To his knowledge, Osferth is in training to become a septon, which is why it brings him no little amount of surprise when the young man pulls you into his arms, embracing you and pressing his lips to yours in a brief but passionate kiss, grinning as you hand him an apple. You gaze up at him in a way that Aemond was foolish enough to think you only looked at him. Aemond decides to step forth from the shadows, his boots clacking against the wooden floor, and he clears his throat, making you and his cousin jump apart, turning to face him. He watches with amusement as you fluster.

“Your Grace.”

“My lady.” Before you can correct him as you always do that he needn’t refer to you as such, Aemond continues, “What, may I ask, are you doing down here in the depths of Flea Bottom?”

“Visiting a friend,” you say, glancing back at Osferth.

Aemond, however, does not fail to notice the way your eyes light up as you gaze at the septon-in-training, nor does he miss the way his cousin’s cheeks flush ever so slightly when you look upon him, the smile on his face.

“You mean ‘visiting a lover’, don’t you, my lady?”

You give a nervous laugh and Aemond sees the way Osferth moves you behind him, as if he wishes to shield you from his mercurial cousin, knowing that he could lash out at any moment. But, Aemond notes, you have no fear of him. You side-step Osferth and move closer toward Aemond, your voice gentle as you give him an explanation, inaccurate though it may be.

“Osferth is a septon-in-training, Your Grace. We are not lovers. We have merely known each other since we were children, hence our familiarity.”

When you look to Osferth, as if pleading with him to concur with your statement, he nods, meeting his cousin’s gaze evenly, taking your hand in his and squeezing it gently in a show of support, “That is correct, cousin. We have been friends ever since my father brought me to the sept as a boy. The lady’s mother practically raised me as her own when my father was otherwise occupied.”

Aemond tilts his head, studying the two of you, the way Osferth’s thumb runs along the back of your hand as if to soothe you before remarking, “So it seems. And yet you gaze at her with such passion, cousin.”

Osferth pulls you closer to him, almost against his chest as he glares at the prince, “What are you talking about?”

“Osferth, stop,” you whisper, resting a hand on his chest to calm him before turning to Aemond, “Forgive me, Your Grace. Your cousin is very protective over me. He has been ever since we were children.”

Aemond hums in acknowledgement, watching the way Osferth’s nostrils flare with annoyance as the prince stares at you. The prince smirks, stepping forward, his competitive side piqued as he takes your free hand, bringing it to his lips, brushing them across your knuckles in a display of affection. You gasp softly, staring up at him, your lips parted ever so slightly. And he sees it again. That same affection, that same desire with which you look upon his cousin.

“If you are finished catching up with your ‘friend’, my lady, I would be more than happy to escort you back to the Red Keep.”

Osferth narrows his eyes, “I do not believe that to be necessary, Your Grace.”

You visibly wince at the way he spits out the honorifics, as if they are poison in his mouth. You whisper something to Osferth that Aemond cannot quite hear, though he is sure that you are scolding him, telling him that he cannot speak to a member of the royal family that way.

“And why not? It’s the truth. He seems to have ill intentions-”

Aemond cuts his cousin off with a snide, “You presume much for a bastard septon, cousin.”

Osferth grits his teeth, barely managing to hiss, “And you look at the lady in ways that only a savage like your uncle, my lord father does. Your intentions appear far from appropriate.”

“Osferth,” you murmur gently, trying to reason with your companion, “I am merely the prince’s chambermaid. He is able to court any noblewoman in the realm. He has no use of me. Do not fret.”

“Oh, my lady, I do not think that is an accurate statement.” The prince in question chuckles, taking another step toward you so that now, he is nearly flush against your front while Osferth is at your back, “I would argue that I have every use of you.”

Osferth scoffs, “Are you saying you wish to wed and carry forth your bloodline with a chambermaid? Do not fill her head with such folly. I know who you really are.”

“Osferth!” You chide, trying to calm him, “Perhaps you ought to return to the sept. I can handle this.”

“I will not have you being dishonored!” Osferth retorts, glaring angrily at Aemond.

Aemond watches as you pull Osferth away a small distance, the two of you speaking in quiet, hushed tones, praying that he will not be able to hear, “Osferth, he cannot know about us! You would be dismissed from the sept for breaking your vow. Sent to the Wall or worse! I would never be able to bear it!”

Osferth shoots a dirty look at his cousin before resting his palm against your cheek, “If need be, I will go to the Wall or to my death if it means your honor remains intact, my love.”

“How sweet. Truly.”

The two of you turn to face Aemond and he barely holds back a snicker at your quiet gasp when you realize that he has heard everything. You immediately begin pleading, those sweet eyes of yours gazing up at him, the golden hour glow seeping through the window making them shine like stars.

“Your Grace, I beg you, Osferth is a good man. He serves the Seven devoutly and passionately. Do not fault him this transgression.”

“And yet,” Aemond murmurs, moving to tilt your chin up toward him, admiring you for a moment before speaking again, “His heart belongs to someone other than the gods he serves.”

“It is my fault,” you insist, “I am the one who tempted him into sin. If someone is to be punished, it ought to be me-”

Osferth shakes his head, interjecting, “No. Cousin, do not listen to her. My choice to love her was mine and mine alone. There was no seduction on her part.” Osferth takes a deep breath, looking at you with a small smile, “The first time I saw her I knew I loved her and could never part from her. My feelings for her run deeper than my vow and I will live with whatever consequences that brings, so long as no harm comes to her.”

Aemond hums pensively, watching as Osferth puffs out his chest, hellbent on protecting you. He looks between the two of you, eye flitting back and forth before an idea comes to him. An ingenious idea, if he does say so himself. You clearly harbor feelings for both of them, him and his cousin. And both of them certainly have feelings for you. Aemond knows he has adored you since the moment you came into his service, your hair in disarray after tripping and falling, spilling the water for his bath all over yourself. You stole his heart that day, and truth be told, he does not want it back. And for that reason, he is willing to share yours with his kinsman.

“I offer a proposition to you both.”

You and Osferth exchange a look of confusion before you turn back to the Targaryen prince, “Yes, Your Grace?”

He looks at Osferth next, a knowing smile quirking at the corner of his lips, one that makes him look all the more roguishly handsome, “I would expect my cousin to know exactly what it is you are suggesting.”

Osferth raises a brow, “And what, might I ask, is it that you are suggesting, cousin? I must insist you elaborate.”

“That you and I share her.”

Your eyes widen as you look between the two men, an incredulous laugh escaping your lips as you question, “I… What exactly is it that is happening here?”

“You heard me, my lady.”

Osferth finally speaks again, a hard edge to his voice, “And what makes you think I would wish to share the lady?”

“You would prefer I take her to my bed alone and that you have nothing to do with her at all?”

The young septon in training scowls at his cousin, brow furrowed in annoyance, “I would prefer to keep her company and keep her safe as I already do. I love her. Can you say the same?”

“I can.”

It is now Osferth’s turn to widen his eyes in astonishment. He hears no dishonesty in Aemond’s voice, no trace of insincerity on his face, rather his lips are set in a grim line as he gives an unromantic but pragmatic confession of his true feelings toward you.

You decide to speak up, your voice sarcastic as you question, “Since I am the ‘her’ in question, might I give some input as to the situation?” Aemond bites back a laugh and gestures for you to go ahead while Osferth nods. You turn to the latter, “I have loved you since I was but a young girl. And you have loved me even longer. Correct?”

“That is true,” Osferth nods.

“And yet you also know of my affections for Prince Aemond. You were the only one I ever confided in about them. Is that not also correct?”

“It is indeed.”

It takes everything in Aemond not to grin like a fool at your confirmed reciprocation of his feelings, though he does break into a broad smile as you utter your acceptance, “If you two are capable of behaving like gentlemen, I am willing to share my heart with you both.”

Aemond immediately takes your hand and places an almost reverent kiss to your palm, “That sounds like an acceptable arrangement.”

“Perfectly acceptable,” Osferth agrees, kissing your temple, making you smile.

He gives you a gentle nudge toward Aemond, who cups your face in his hands, his lips finally meeting yours in a slow, sensual first kiss. His tongue licks at your lower lip and snakes its way into your mouth, exploring every part of it, loving the way you all but swoon at his touch. He affects you just as much as you affect him, it would seem, and he is quite proud of the fact. Osferth moves to kiss your neck, tugging at the string on your bodice, your maid’s uniform falling to the ground in a crumpled heap, leaving you in only your shift. You can feel Osferth pressing up against you from behind and turn to kiss him next, falling into it like it is second nature to you. Both kisses make your heart soar but in different ways. You love both in equal measure, and it would seem they feel the same. 

Osferth takes you by the hand and you take Aemond’s, the former leading you to a small room in the back of the abandoned shop, where there is only a bed. Aemond realizes this must be where you and Osferth have been rendezvousing all this time, the thought of you sneaking off into Flea Bottom for a liaison like this making him chuckle. You help Osferth strip off his septon’s robes before turning to help Aemond. He smiles at you, so very used to the sight of you helping him undress. 

Only this time, you will not leave. This time, he will get to have you, after all these years of yearning.

Aemond pulls your shift up over your head, his eye widening at the sight of your bare body. His hands trace along your form as he murmurs one word that you know the meaning to.

“Gevie.”

He thinks you are beautiful.

The two men lay you down between them, Osferth at your back and Aemond at your front, your childhood sweetheart teasing your cunt with his skilled fingers, making sure you are nice and wet for the two of them, while your prince mouths at your breasts, his saliva glistening on your pert nipples when he pulls away, the sight of which makes him blush like a madman. Osferth continues circling your sensitive pearl before pulling his fingers away with a grin, murmuring against your neck that he wants you to let Aemond fuck your cunt while you let him fuck your mouth. You nod eagerly, moving to kneel between Osferth’s thighs, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his impressive length. You feel Aemond push inside you, his cock thinner than Osferth’s but longer, the feeling of which is just as pleasurable.

Aemond begins to rut his hips against yours, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder blade as you take Osferth into your mouth, your lips wrapped around his cock as you gaze into his beautiful blue eyes. Osferth’s hand moves to your hair as he urges you on.

“You look so beautiful like this, my sweet angel. Taking my cock, yes, you love me so much, don’t you?” He gives Aemond a wry grin, “She was meant for this, do you not think so cousin? How does that sweet cunt of hers feel?”

“It feels like I have ascended to the Seven Heavens themselves, cousin,” Aemond groans as you squeeze around him, walls fluttering, so warm and wet as he brushes against that spot deep inside you that has you moaning around Osferth’s cock.

Osferth throws his head back, lips parted in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut as you bring him closer and closer to his peak, your hands cupping his stones before you move your mouth off of his cock and onto them, stroking his length with your fingers while you worship his sensitive flesh with your mouth. And with every thrust Aemond pushes into you harder, deeper, making you moan against Osferth even more until he finally spills himself. You move so that his spend covers your tits, making him smirk. It’s always been one of his favorite places to finish.

He sits up, pulling you into a filthy, open-mouthed kiss, the lewd noises you make being almost obscene. Should anyone outside here, they might think they are walking past a pleasure house with how loudly the three of you are moaning as Aemond’s hips begin to stutter against yours. Osferth turns you around so that you are laying back against his chest as Aemond fucks into you, your arms wrapped around the prince as he leans in and kisses you with just as much love and devotion as Osferth did.

Aemond feels himself reaching his peak and moves to circle your sensitive nub with his fingers to bring you to your own, feeling you squeeze around him impossibly tight as you mewl his name, soaking his cock. He pulls out, spilling himself on your stomach with a low growl of your name. He lays down beside you, tucking you between him and Osferth, the latter of whom grabs a rag to wipe you off with while Aemond caresses your cheek and whispers how this has been the greatest moment of his life.

“Mine as well,” you whisper softly as he presses his lips to yours.

“And mine,” Osferth murmurs, smiling when you turn to kiss him.

The road ahead may be difficult, loving both a prince and a septon, but you would not choose any differently. Not when they care for you as they do.

It is indeed a most acceptable arrangement.

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[yeonjunszn]

BALANCE GAME

📻 “pick your answer A or B, it's a balance game, seoul university! welcome back to your favorite radio talk show— you send us two options, we pick one, and then we discuss why we picked it!”

PAIRING 𖦹 choi beomgyu x f!reader

GENRES 𖦹 fluff﹒crack﹒angst

WARNINGS 𖦹 mature language bc i need to swear every chance i can i’m so sorry, uni!au, childhood best friends to lovers trope, mutual but VERY oblivious pining, like i mean it when i say VERY oblivious, reader and beomgyu are kinda (really) dumb, everyone works for the uni radio station, seungmin and soobin are menaces to society, heeseung and jeongin are also menaces to society, chaeryeong wonders why men, this smau is actually very fast paced & kinda short so i’m sorry if it feels like the plot develops too fast for your taste

FEAT 𖦹 soobin from txt, heeseung from enhypen, jeongin and seungmin from skz, chaeryeong from itzy + mentions of other idols

SUMMARY 𖦹 choi beomgyu’s life was relatively simple. he woke up, went to class, met up with you (his best friend since 6th grade) for coffee, helped you manage the school’s radio station, co-hosted a talk show on said radio station with two of his closest friends and repeat. but when the show gets a question that asks whether he’d rather fall in love with a complete stranger or someone he’s known forever, choi beomgyu’s relatively simple life becomes extremely complicated.

STATUS 𖦹 off the air! (completed!)

START 𖦹 september 16, 2022

END 𖦹 december 26, 2022

MORE 𖦹 NO MORE SECOND LEAD BEOMGYU!!! i’ve had just about ENOUGH of giving him this treatment 😭😭 my king deserves better so i am giving him better in the form of my favorite tropes blended together 🫶 send an ask to join the taglist!!

++ this entire thing was beta’d by my bestie bff @lvandrmoon thank u luna !! i appreciate u sm <<3

PROFILES 𖦹 balance game bros | the brain cells(?)

ONE beomgyu > school > station

TWO ur despicable

THREE what the heart wants

FOUR we must repent

FIVE superbly interesting

SIX asking for oomf

SEVEN bitchless soobin and his bitchless anime

EIGHT plus one (964)

NINE seungbin and jeongseung

TEN a guest

ELEVEN y/n emo era

TWELVE intellectually intellectual

THIRTEEN taylor swift on main

FOURTEEN nice try tho

FIFTEEN he’s single

SIXTEEN willing to give it a shot

SEVENTEEN the only person to blame

EIGHTEEN abt to steal your man

NINETEEN i’d pick you a thousand times (1.7k)

TWENTY i’ll be waiting

© yeonjunszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

#WOOOO LETS GOOO #i’m very very excited for y’all to finally have this baby #tomorrow x together #txt smau #txt social media au #txt socmed au #txt choi beomgyu x reader #txt choi beomgyu smau #choi beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu smau #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu smau #beomgyu social media au #balance.game.beomgyu⚖️ #⭒ — fluffy fluff #🐻 — cbg #yeonjunszn

[its-vannah]

Gold Rush | Graham Dunne x Reader

Request from @ariianelle: hey!! you're currently carrying the djats fics rn and I was wondering if you could write a graham x reader inspired by gold rush by Taylor Swift? specifically fluff with a happy ending? mainly just Graham pining over the reader? <3

A/N: This may be my favorite Graham fic I've ever written. It was entertaining to no end—and I'm usually pretty hard on my work.

Warnings: Mentions of kidneys and vomit

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

Being in the spotlight was exhausting. There were times you wish you could have five minutes, just five to yourself. But that wasn't the kind of world you lived in.

Cameras were constantly flashing around you, microphones were being put into your face, fans were asking for your autograph. You could barely catch your breath.

You hadn't asked for any of this. Not the fame or the fortune. From a young age, you were forced into acting lessons by your parents who had big dreams of their daughter fitting in with high society.

The first movie you ever did cemented your place in Hollywood as a sexy, sultry, up and coming actress. You were fifteen. There shouldn't have been anything sexy or sultry about you.

After the release of "The Governor's Daughter", you were launched fullforce into a career you never wanted. No matter how many carpets you walked down or how many after parties you attended, none of it made the life you were living any easier.

You were living your parents dream, not your own.

Those thoughts were interrupted by a knock on your dressing room door. Taking a deep breath, you smoothed out the front of your dress, opening the door.

The SNL manager stood outside, pointing to the face of his watch, "You're on in seven."

You got the memo, shutting the door behind you and making your way to the stage. But an ongoing conversation in a dressing room beside yours caught your attention.

"You don't get it, Billy, she's the most famous actress of the decade. She's our Evelyn Hugo," One man exclaimed.

Another man laughed, "Evelyn Hugo is still the actress of our decade."

"No, you don't get it, she's different. Everybody wants her. Everybody. I heard one guy sold his kidney just to meet her."

"A kidney? Graham, where are you getting this from?"

A sheepish laugh escaped the other man's lips, "The tabloids."

"You, as much as anyone, should know to never trust the tabloids," He sighed, "Graham, if you like her so much, why don't you ask her out?"

"Have you seen her? She's beautiful, she grew up beautiful," The man, Graham, said, "I don't have a chance with her. I don't even think I'd be able to talk around her."

A groan escaped the other man, "You never know. Michelle Wieler liked you in fifth grade and according to you, she was the prettiest girl in the whole school."

"Billy..."

A sudden snapping behind you snapping you out of your trance, "Snap, snap, Y/N, time to get out on that stage."

Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself for your SNL monologue.

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At the end of your monologue, you made an announcement to a happy crowd, "Stuck around because after break, Daisy Jones and The Six will perform their hit single, Look At Us Now!"

The audience erupted into applause, on the edge of their seats to listen to the increasingly popular song. It hadn't been out long, but it was already a classic in their eyes.

Walking back of stage to prepare for a skit, you had little to change about your appearance. The segement revolved around your character going on a date at a formal restaurant that goes horribly wrong.

All you needed was a quick touch up. You were in and out of your dressing room in the snap of a finger, taking your place beside the sound tech. You always appreciated those behind the scenes. They never got enough credit.

Beside you, two men walked up, each with a head full of curls. One looked like he had been through hell while the other looked like he had just seen a ghost.

He began whispering to the man beside him, his eges glued to you. But the man simply elbowed him in the ribs, effectively shushing him.

He turned towards you, extending his hand, "Excuse me? Big fan of your work, name's Billy Dunne."

You shook his hand, giving him a warm smile, "Y/N L/N."

Billy nodded to the man on his left, "This is Graham. He's a bit starstruck, if you can't tell."

Your eyebrows raised. So this was the Graham who had been gushing about you in the dressing room. He was cute, that you couldn't deny. But his naivety got in his way.

"Graham, is it?" You smiled, moving in front of him, leaning in to hug him.

He tensed up, shock settling into his features as he looked at Billy, trying to contain his excitement.

Before you pulled away, you whispered in his ear, "For future reference, it was both kidneys."

You pulled away from him immediately after, sauntering off in the other direction.

Graham turned towards his brother, his jaw open.

Billy gave him a questioning look, "What the hell happened to you?"

"Did you tell her?" He was practically shaking out of his skin.

"Tell who what?"

Graham tried to take a deep breath, his foot rapping against the floor, "Did you tell Y/N about the kidney thing? What I said?"

"I've been with you the whole time, dumbass."

"God, I'm an idiot," Graham cursed himself while his brother wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"Oh, Graham, you have so much to learn."

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After the band delivered a flawless performance, you walked out on stage to do your skit. Even now, after years of walking out in front of an audience, you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest.

Taking a seat on a wooden chair in front of a table draped in white cloth, you waited for your costar to join you.

That's when Graham Dunne was pushed out on stage, nervously smiling at the crowd.

Amused, you crossed your legs and leaned in to whisper as he sat down, "Where's Don?"

"Puking in one of the stalls in the men's room," He responded.

"So they sent you?" You asked, the corners of your lips lifting.

He swallowed the bile rising in his throat, "I can tell them to bring somebody else—"

"No, stay. I just hope you can read the cards."

Graham nodded, "About earlier—"

"And action!" Someone yelled off set, cutting the youngest Dunne off.

With that, Graham launched into his first SNL skit.

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After the skit, you and Graham walked off stage, laughing at one another.

"I was awful!" He exclaimed, unable to control himself.

"You were hilarious," You replied, "Anyone else would've thought you just had impeccable comedic timing."

"Or that I'm a dumbass!"

You shrugged, "Well, I think you did wonderfully."

"How wonderfully?" He asked, looking at you expectantly as he shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"Wonderful enough that I'll let you ask me on a date," You smiled, adding, "I mean, according to you, everyone wants me."

He cringed, "How much of that did you hear?"

"Enough to tell you about over dinner, if you'd ask me."

He nodded, straightening himself out, "Y/N, will you go on a date with me?"

You pretended to hesitate, "I don't know, let me think about it..."

Graham's eyes widened, having already fallen victim to your relentless teasing.

You reached for his hand, jokingly checking his pulse, "I was teasing, Mr. Dunne."

Nodding, he grinned, "Friday, at six?"

"I think that could be arranged."

"I won't have to give up a kidney, will I?"

You took his arm, linking it through yours, "Oh, Mr. Dunne, you have so much to learn."

#fanfiction #daisy jones #daisy jones and the six fanfic #daisy jones fanfic #daisy jones & the six #daisy jones and the six #dj&ts #djats #graham dunne x y/n #graham dunne x reader #grahamdunne #graham dunne #snl #snl 1970s #taylor jenkins reid #taylor reid

[sameschmidtdiffname]

So Panem is set in the future, right? Meaning our current American society is the history behind Panem.

So, hypothetically, not that I've been thinking about this, it would theoretically be possible that there are certain things in our society that would be persevered, and therefore consumable for the people of Panem.

And if a certain Peeta Mellark was married to a certain Katniss Everdeen, who both seem to have a love/appreciation for music, were to be discussing interesting things they read about the previous country's pop culture to a certain Effie Trinket, it would not at all be impossible that they could get on the subject of old, classic musicians that were incredibly popular in their time, and thus were historically preserved for future enjoyment and such.

Now, I'd imagine things such as devices for music would only be available to the Capitol after The Dark Days until after Mockingjay, when the country is once again united and it's now easy to get whatever wherever so long as you put down an order to come on the next shipment to your District.

So overall... hypothetically... it could be possible for Katniss and Peeta to slowly develop into vinyl collectors post-canon. With probably way too big of a collection because hey, they have the room, and there's so much available to order in the catalogs Effie keeps subscribing them to, and there's just something nice about the things. What, with the maintenance, the calming sound of an old vinyl with pops and snaps or the sharp clarity of a new, clean press.

Or, OR, not that I've thought about this either. Would it be possible that when Peeta disappears into his room on the train back to 12 after the first Hunger Games, at some point Effie realizes he's isolating and goes to check on him. Partially as her job, partially because Effie genuinely cares about why he's upset. And Peeta being a freshly traumatized 16 year old kid who just lost his leg and is now experiencing his first relationship + hearbreak all at once let's Effie in because he wants some sort of motherly figure right now, and since Haymitch knew about the fake relationship, Effie is probably gonna find out soon enough if she doesn't know already. So he's just sobbing on the bed, pouring out his whole lovesick and raw heart to Effie while she just strokes his back and tries to calm him. And knowing Effie, she's slowly reaching over to a remote to program some radio in the room to some fitting music, promising it'll all be alright, and you know, there's some very beautiful, retro music that is very fitting for times like this. Would you like to hear some? Let's just try it, just for fun, hmm?

Long story short, Peeta already has a head start on his and Katniss's combined vinyl collection from when Effie was his dealer for Taylor Swift music before the war.

(Post canon his favorite song is 'State of Grace' Acoustic Version, but during Catching Fire?? That boy was BLARING 'illicit affairs' so much Haymitch gets 'nam flashbacks when Peeta lets it play one day while he cleans with the window open, making Haymitch storm out of his house, screaming at him to "shut that shit off!" And confusing the entire District as he begs Peeta to "not make me live through this again," and "whatever she did it wasn't worth this." Peeta has no fucking clue what he's talking about since a lot of memories were lost or muddled due to the hijacking until Effie gently reminds him. After that, there's a in no way shape or form small list of songs that Peeta is banned from playing within earshot of a even semi-conscious Haymitch. All is well again until Katniss discovers Hoizer.)

#mentally ill over the hunger games #no but i cant listen to 'state of grace' without thinking about them #it just awakens something deep within me #and by deep i mean incredibly shallow #peeta x katniss #peeta and katniss #the hunger games peeta #katniss x peeta #katniss and peeta #peeta mellark #thg peeta #peeta x reader #peeta #katniss everdeen #thg katniss #the hunger games katniss #katniss #effie trinket #thg effie #effie #thg haymitch #haymitch abernathy #haymitch #the hunger games #the hunger games trilogy #thg #thg headcanons #thg series #cf #catching fire

[itsgrimeytime]

Magnolia In May (Part Four) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU

Part 1, 2, 3...

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift.

Summary: Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.

TWS: rumors, regency era kind of flirting, marriage mention, stress.

[[A/N: pretty blue eyes 🤲🤲🤲. Anyway, literally in love with my own series. Takes place directly after part 3. Simp behavior from Mr. Grimes in this one girlies. Peep the Pride and Prejudice (2005) reference 👀👀👀. Thanks for reading!!! ]]

"Ms. Greene," he spoke, a bit breathlessly with a grin that sent your heart into a bit of a frenzy. And your Headmistress certainly made note of it, eyes heavily flickering between the two of you.

Flushing a deep shade of crimson, you curtsied properly -a smile of your own smoothing across your lips, "Mr. Grimes."

...

"You know each other?" Your Headmistress questioned, and you could tell she was about one tick of the left about to explode.

You blinked, your precious little bubble popped by the reality of her near breakdown -it was time for damage control, "Yes, I helped him find his daughter in the markets, ma'am."

Mr. Grimes seemed to notice the energy as well, rushing to your aid, "It was a very polite encounter, I must commend your raising of 'er, really."

Father paused, absorbing the information as Headmistress seemed to deflate just a smidge -smile becoming more genuine at the compliment, "It's rather hard work, so I appreciate the recognition, Mr. Grimes."

And then your father spoke, rather pointed and direct -a flash of something in his eyes that you had never quite seen in him before, "I assume you gifted the new basket then?"

He paused, seeming to react to the steely look he held in his eyes with more poise, "A gift for the help, yes."

The Headmistress pursed her lips, her eyes passing over him in a questioning gaze, "An incredibly expensive gift, though, is it not?"

You suddenly realized, standing in the space between your two parents with the handsome man that had occupied quite too much of your mind, that they thought he was courting you. Secretly courting you, nonetheless.

The flush of crimson rising on your cheeks surely must've rivaled Mr. Elliotts' prized tomatoes. Every inkling in your body told you to rush off with an excuse of finding Michonne, requesting a drink, complimenting a lady's dress far across the ballroom, anything-

Yet, you stayed strictly still.

It was kind of like you felt that as soon as you stepped away, Mr. Grimes would no longer be real. He'd vanish into thin air -a mere daydream of your own. But it was real, and he was here, and you knew that.

It was just far, far too lucky.

And maybe that's why your father and Headmistress were being utterly horrifying. Because the universe needed to even out, and spoil any sort of success you might have wi-

"I do not put a price on my children's lives, ma'am. It was only fair to gift somethin' just as priceless, wouldn't ya say?"

Oh.

Ms. Elisa paused, taken aback -it felt rather unreal to you, "Well, yes, I suppose."

"A fair trade," Father agreed, eyes affectionately glazing over his own children -you smiled at it. He was truly quite a softy at heart.

The moment was rather short-lived, as Headmistress continued her brigade for reasons currently unknown to you. You knew she was rather direct, and it often scared off more high-society people with ease -a scarily quick ease.

But it was a trait you rather admired in her, up until right this moment.

"Are you to raise them alone, Mr. Grimes?" She posed as if asking what was his favorite meal of the day -a sense of casualty that harshly clashed with the sentiment.

To ask a man about his parenting habits upon meeting him? You were sure that if you died on the floor right in that very moment, it would be less mortifying.

Instead, Mr. Grimes grinned -a sort of pleased grin like he was rather amused by the question, "I am searchin' for someone to mother 'em, Ms. Elisa. If that's what you're askin'."

"Yes," she clarified, "-it is."

Father leveled a look between the two, eyes heavy on Mr. Grimes -embarrassment burnt heavy on your cheeks at the implication of this entire conversation.

You weren't daft.

Headmistress was seeing how qualified a suitor he was for you, and if he had a needed space for a wife. If he was looking for one, even.

And he was.

There was a part of you, that swirled with the sort of butterflies at the thought of someone so established even considering your hand. And maybe a little outrageous to assume so, it had just been a basket. But still, despite the logic prevailing your brain, you harbored a little flame of hope in your heart. You'd never felt so connected to a gentleman, and if nothing else, wished to know him more.

"You know," your father cleared his throat -a sort of michevious glimmer shimmering in his eye, "-Headmistress, I do believe I saw Mrs. Gusten in the crowd earlier. Should we make our introductions?"

She shriveled her nose, clearly displeased by the name -you had yet to know why, as she joined his side, "Y/N, darling, would you keep Mr. Grimes company while we do some chatting? It's rather boring work for a fair young lady such as yourself."

You bit your lip from saying anything too improper (ever aware of the present company), merely smiling politely, "Of course, Headmistress."

The crimson on your cheeks had yet to lessen, only worse by the pure embarrassment on your part -as if your family had been trying to get him run off.

"They did that on purpose, then?"

You spun to match his eyes, somehow forgetting the now duty to talk to him -that you knew his name. You were on his estate-

Stopping your thought process, you exhaled -trying to smooth out a smile out of your mortification, "Which part of it was it that got you? Was it the incessant pestering about the gift, or the rather... open question of if you were looking to marry?"

You'd expected a sort of quip, a usual back and forth in banter -but he remained an unusual sort of silent. Blue eyes heavy on your face as his fingers briefly fidgetted with the golden button.

"I am," he spoke, quickly, as if the words held a fiery breath. As if they burnt his tongue if he held them back too long -scarred tissue and an unspoken opinion left in its wake.

"You are... what?" You curiously questioned, eyebrow hesitantly raised at his unusual demeanor -nervous.

"Looking to marry," he cleared his throat, something wonderfully pink gathering along his cheekbones, "-I mean."

You bit your lip, trying to cut down such a smile (you made him nervous). Pondering for a second just how to respond to such an assertion, he was making sure you knew. You.

"Is that supposed to scare me?"

"Scare you? No," Mr. Grimes answered, weighed heavily in a practiced polite tone -you were in awe at the smooth transition he displayed, "-I just. Well, I wanted ya to know."

You paused, once again left rather speechless -questions on the tip of your tongue, "Wanted me to know?"

"Yes, you," he answered with his dashing grin -unflinchingly, before blue eyes dusting across your dress.

"It doesn't-" you added, it felt delayed slipping past your lips like an instinct, "-it doesn't scare me."

"I imagine nothing does," Mr. Grimes replied, a tease but you saw his shoulders relax ever so slightly -nerves dissipated.

"Good assumption," you smiled, the ballroom bustling around you -yet it felt the same as it did in the market. Like all the noise was merely background to your conversation. His blue eyes always felt so focused on you -even now, with the music and the dresses and the show-

He was still looking at you.

You flushed, turning your eyes to focus upon the environment around you -all marble and gold accents. Even as it was filled, you found it was rather breathtaking. The clash of movement from the shine of the marble -all white, while the suits and dresses enveloped the area in color. Your lips parted, words slipping from your lips as if on instinct, "It's beautiful here."

Mr. Grimes followed your eyes, dusting over something you assumed he was rather familiar with -trying to see the room in your light, maybe.

"All my mother's handiwork," he spoke -tone distantly fond, "-she'd always had a passion for the details."

"She did wonderfully."

He grinned, a sort of loose kind -less pressure and posture, more nostalgic. Looking at the casual smile, you somehow wished to commit the vision to memory -delicately take it and store it in your chest (close to your heart).

"High praise, I assume?" he teased -eyes flickering to match yours.

"If you wish to think so," you laughed -hand nervously fidgetting with your skirt fabric, "-I'm starting to think you have rather high expectations of me, Mr. Grimes."

"Not high expectations," he corrected, hands straightening his coat without extra thought, "-just 'ave yet to find a flaw."

You teased back -ignoring the flutter in your chest, "I don't believe you should tell a lady you're looking for her flaws, sir."

He laughed, loud and joyful -like the brilliant chirp of a bird in the morning, melodic.

You couldn't help the pride that swelled up in your chest, all bright and shiny. All these people who he certainly knew, and yet he stayed here with you.

"And what would ya recommend I say?"

"To what?" You responded, now fully facing him -the beauty of the ballroom an echo of the background, "To a lady? Well, what is the purpose of your conversation?"

"To encourage affection," he answered, solidly, eyes intent on yours. Watching, and listening like it was important. Like everything you said was important-

You stilled for a moment, eyes dashing across the floor where Maggie was enraptured in the movement. She stayed intently focused on Mr. Rhee, her own smile beautifully painted on her face -one you'd hardly seen day to day. Only reserved for special occasions.

"Dancing," you smiled at the two of them, nearly forgetting the man who stood beside you -getting lost in the crowds of couples all so in sync. You'd danced many times, but hardly with someone you wanted to.

Never someone you wanted to, if you dared to say it.

"Well," he continued, clearing his throat and adjusting some of his lapels -pink brushed across his cheeks, "-in that case, would you do me the honor of the next set?"

"You're looking to encourage my affection, then?"

Mr. Grimes laughed, light and airy -embarrassed but still composed, "Yes if you wish it."

You bit back a grin, smile threatening to slip across your face with ease, "Well then, I'd be rather honored to accept. Although-" you suddenly spun around, trying to catch the eye of the soldier who had asked you before, "-I do believe I may have cheated another man out of a dance."

"I'm not y'er first offer?" He questioned, eyes scattered behind you as well, in a sort of analytical kind of way.

"Once again, I'd suggest you didn't tell a lady that you weren't surprised to be their first offer."

"You misconstrue my words, Ms. Y/N," your name on his tongue made you freeze for a moment -as he continued, playfully, "-I mean, I'm much disappointed I didn't ask ya first. Men asking you to dance with how beautiful you are is only a given, I'd just hoped to beat out the competition tonight."

You flushed, diverting your eyes back to him, "Well, thank you, I'm glad you think me as such. But I am curious, how did you know I'd attend?"

Mr. Grimes stilled, the pink up to his ears now and flushed below his collar, "I didn't know, I suppose I just hoped."

"And sent out personal invitations?" You questioned, eyebrows raised, "-In fact, how did you know that was my family? Or was it a sort of guessing game?"

If possible, the man in front of you grew a brighter pink and a part of your stomach flipped at the idea that it was you causing such a fluster, "I... Well, it's rather embarrassin', I'm not sure I should share."

"Right," you teased -trying to soothe his nerves, "-and what would call my father and Headmistress asking if you were to marry?"

"Endearing," he answered, honestly, face set in a sort of dashing smile that crinkled at the eye, "-it's endearin' that they care about ya so."

"Oh, please," you tsked -ignoring the crimson on your own cheeks (quite the pair the two of you must've looked to be), "-you're just avoiding the question."

Mr. Grimes grinned, "Is it that obvious?"

"Very."

He sighed, fingers running over his lapel again (a habit, you realized now), "-Do you remember what the courier said to whomever opened the door?"

"Hardly," you hummed in response, something else was particularly on your mind, "-but, I believe it was confirming who we were. What residence he was in."

"Right, yes," the man spoke, a bit too quickly, "-well, apparently, there are 10 'Greene' households in the approximate vicinity."

You paused, just for a second processing his words, but he merely waited for you. Not eager to say it himself.

"You..." you began -a twist of disbelief and flattery bundling in your stomach, "You sent a personal invitation to every 'Greene' household?"

"It was all I knew of you," he spoke, a little wistfully -and the crimson painted your cheeks as naturally as the puff of breath out of your chest, "-I know it's strange an' out of place, but I found I'd like to get to know you, Ms. Greene. The proper ways."

You were speechless, eyes flitted across his face -trying to find any sort of deceit or anything but genuine honesty. Your heart fluttered in your chest, almost absent-mindedly; natural with the presence of Mr. Grimes.

"Berry baskets aren't proper then?"

"Sure they are," he smiled -and you found you still couldn't quite grasp the pure charm held there, "-in the way I intended them."

Raising a brow, you inquired, "And what way is that, Mr. Grimes?"

"Oh," he answered with the smooth nature of a wind's gentle breeze -blue eyes set with a sense of honesty that bubbled up your arm, goosebumps in the wake, "-I'm sure you're well aware."

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #its griming time #stuff n' thangs #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #ricky dicky doo dah grimes #twd #twd rick #rick grimes x y/n fanfiction #rick grimes oneshot #magnolia in may

[folkookie97]

❝ illicit affairs ❞ — kth

— SUMMARY: ❝ You are the model for Taehyung's paintings. You are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. You are the love of his life. You are a prostitute and a concubine. You are an illicit affair. You are a secret. ❞

— PAIRING: viscount!taehyung x concubine!reader

— TYPE: angst | historical!au, 1800s!au, secret relationship

— WORD COUNT: 629

— WARNINGS: infidelity, nude modeling, mention of nakedness, open ending, mention of prostitution, Taehyung is also a painter, based on Illicit Affairs (Taylor Swift)

— NOTES: i loved writing this story based on one of my favorite Taylor songs.

— RELEASE DATE: July 22, 2023

— CROSSPOSTING: ao3

Art has always been present in Taehyung's life. Even though he belonged to a noble family, his admiration for the artistic world was evident to everyone's eyes. There was no way to know Kim Taehyung and not share those thoughts as well.

Taehyung breathed art.

And not even the responsibilities as a viscount could stop his appreciation for it.

"Tae, can we do this later? I'm still so sleepy." The woman in front of him asked with her eyes still drowsy and shining due to the morning sunlight reflecting through the windows.

Taehyung gave her a slight smile as he observed her. Half of (Y/N)'s body was covered by the thin layer of silk sheets, leaving her upper body exposed to the breeze that entered the room.

Her hair was messy, a typical look that Taehyung loved to observe during the beginning of the day especially when her hair strands brushed against the woman's sensitive nipples.

She was so beautiful. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen in all his years of life.

He loved painting her in his countless frames.

"Take your time, my love. Don't you want this frame to be perfect?" It was Taehyung's turn to ask a question. A slight charming smile adorned his thin lips as he dipped the brush into the palette for a moment.

"Just for you to keep it hidden in your drawer and away from your wife?"

A sarcastic and angry tone from (Y/N)'s voice hit Taehyung like a punch in his stomach and causing him to sigh as he noticed the lady's teary eyes.

Realizing that she wouldn't say anything else and would continue holding the sheet tightly, Taehyung took care to move the wooden easel and the frame with the unfinished painting away.

The viscount walked over to (Y/N) with gentle steps, placing his knees on the mattress before touching her face. His hands on the sides of her chin making the exchange of gazes almost required.

"You know I only love you my love."

(Y/N) let out a bitter laugh before pulling her hands away from the nobleman.

"Then why are you still married to her? You'd be with me if you truly loved me."

Taehyung wished he could lie. To promise that he would try to fight against his father's rules and leave the woman he was forced to marry.

However those would be empty promises he couldn't keep.

(Y/N) knew it. She knew that a viscount could never acknowledge a marriage to a prostitute in society's eyes.

She would always be the concubine of the man she loved. Always the other woman. Always a secret.

"I can't disappoint my father."

"So you'd rather disappoint me." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Both of them knew it.

"I'm so sorry."

Holding back tears the woman embraced her own naked body and laid back down. Her head ached with the screams trapped in her heart.

Why were things like this? Why did illicit affairs hurt so much?

"Baby..."

"Don't call me 'baby,' please," She pleaded, giving up on holding back her tears. "Just stay with me and hold me for a few more minutes."

Knowing that there were no better ways to soothe the heartbroken of the woman he loved, Taehyung nodded and settled beside (Y/N), intertwining his long arms and leaving caresses on her skin.

The viscount placed a gentle kiss on (Y/N)'s shoulder before uttering the words that felt like punches to her feelings.

"I really love you so much. I hope you know it my baby."

She sniffled as she felt more tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.

"I know."

And that's what hurt her the most. She really knew it.

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[glorf1ndel]

Fëanorians as Taylor Swift Albums

Speak Now: Taylor’s Version is out, so I apologize for the person I’ve become. That being said, here are the Fëanorians as Taylor Swift albums!

Fëanor: Reputation. “Look What You Made Me Do” is practically the Oath of Fëanor, guys. This album combines electrifying love with giving the middle finger to society trying to intrude on that love, which feels very Fëanor to me. (Plus, he would absolutely fight other versions of himself in order to prove himself as the supreme Fëanor.)

Nerdanel: Red. I have to give Nerdanel the album about heartbreak – and the catharsis that comes with writing a ten-minute song about it. The highs and lows of Nerdanel’s life? She remembers them all too well. Red also contains some of Taylor’s most well-regarded music, and I think Nerdanel would appreciate that, as an artist herself.

Maedhros: Midnights. Let’s face it, Maedhros has had more than 13 sleepless nights. And this album has “Anti-Hero” and “You’re On Your Own, Kid,” which are hardcore Maedhros songs. But I’d like to think Mae finds joy in life, and that’s what Midnights is about – being almost surprised that in the end, you’ve stumbled upon happiness.

Maglor: Folklore. This one has to go to Maglor for the intricate songwriting, ocean vibes, and the line I can go anywhere I want/ Anywhere I want, just not home. Plus, this was a triumphant Grammy win for Taylor – and Maglor deserves a Grammy, too. :’)

Celegorm: 1989! Celegorm needs an album to rival his energy, so why not one filled with some of Taylor’s biggest hits? “Bad Blood” and “Out of the Woods” were made for Celegorm: the son of Fëanor, the hunter, the lover of life, and everything in between. Tyelko’s got a blank space, baby, and he’ll write your name.

Caranthir: Speak Now. Here are some of Taylor’s fiercest songs, perfect for the Fëanorian who can get a little angry sometimes. Let Caranthir listen to pop rock! Also, the fairy tale themes of this album suit him; I’d like to think that he dreams of a happy ending with Haleth. Maybe he even gets it. Long live the walls we crashed through, y’all.

Curufin: Evermore goes to Curufin, who’s thoughtful and intense all at once. He’s a clever craftsman, and here is a cohesive album where every song is a little melancholy, feral, and maybe even joyful. I can see Curufin listening to “Evermore,” hoping for the moment when his own pain will end.

Amrod: Fearless! Whether or not you agree with the crispy Amrod theory, there’s no denying that Amrod (and his twin) have a good amount of fearlessness. There are a lot of songs in this album about youth, such as “Fifteen,” which suit a young Fëanorian trying to navigate Middle Earth. It’s even more stressful than high school.

Amras: Taylor Swift. What else could I give the youngest brother? Sometimes Amras might feel overshadowed by his siblings, but there’s no denying it: he’s a powerhouse, too. So here’s the album that contains Taylor Swift’s first hits, like “Tim McGraw” and “Teardrops on My Guitar.” Also, I think Amras would appreciate a good country ballad.

Celebrimbor: Lover. Celebrimbor is a cheerful person who truly loves his life in Ost-in-Edhil. He’s also an expert smith, so Taylor’s first self-owned album, the product of a lot of hard work, is one that I think Celebrimbor would appreciate. And we’ve got to give him the happy ending of “Daylight.” I just think that you are what you love.

#silm #silmarillion #feanorians #taylor swift #feanor #Nerdanel #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #amrod #amras #ambarussa #celebrimbor

[masivechaos]

SWEET NOTHING

neil perry x  gn! reader

Request: yes / no

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Synopsis: when you started dating Neil, everyone expected so much from you. Except for Neil, because all he needed was you.

Warning/content: mention of not being liked during Welton once, welton boys and girl au, my english

a.n.: 0.8k words- inspired by sweet nothing by taylor swift!

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Your feet padded on the wooden floor, passing a hand through your hair as you yawned. You heard a chuckle and you lifted your head, finding a shirtless Neil with his back against the kitchen counter.

“Hi darling” he smiled, gently pressing his lips against yours. Not awake enough, you settled for a hum as a response and earned a peck on the temple from your boyfriend. You wrapped your arms around his middle, burying your head in his chest, letting out a long sigh. It was the best way to start the weekend.

Dating Neil was simple. Not that it was boring, you got to experience new things every day, but he didn’t expect anything from you.

When you started dating, everyone had high expectations, saying you didn’t deserve Neil at all and you hated that there was a point where you thought they were right. An ex-best friend deciding to ruin your reputation was enough for the integrality of Welton to hate you… until Neil became friends with you.

He came into your life, bright and warm, without caring about the things he heard before asking you out on a date. You were now dating him for a few months and you had never felt more loved.

Because he never expected anything from you. All he ever wanted from you was nothing, sweet nothing. Lazy mornings with lazy kisses were enough for him. And it made you feel great to finally have someone who liked you for what you were and not for what people wanted you to be.

“Slept well?” he asked, his hand was cradling the back of your head and his lips were lingering on your temple. You nodded and lifted your head, you observed his features, taking the time to admire every single bump, line and mole on his skin.

“Do you want me to cook something?” you asked, making Neil’s face light up as he heard the sound of your voice for the first time this day.

“No, I was going to bake pancakes”

“But I wan-”

“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’ and pecked your lips with a little smirk. Neil turned around, grabbed what he needed and started to cook. You decided to sit on the counter to watch him making the pancakes as he hummed and to occasionally taste the preparation.

After a dozen minutes, both of your plates were filled with Neil’s pancakes. You sat down on the couch once your stomach was filled, followed by Neil who wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him.

You both graduated Hellton a few weeks ago and you decided to stay at your house since both of your parents weren’t there for the month, marriage anniversary and all. 

“I like to be with you” your voice broke the silence that settled. You felt Neil holding you a little tighter, with your back pressed against his front you could feel the way he was breathing slowly, his chest rising and falling against you.

He pressed his lips on your temple “Because you never expect anything from me. Nothing material. You love me for what I am… I think?”

You heard him letting out a small laugh “Of course I love you for what you are. People at Hellton were dumb, they will do too much for gossip. But I know who you are, and you are who I want.”

It wasn’t the first time he told you this. But it didn’t matter, you still adored the way it sounded to your ears. It made you feel so loved and appreciated. You were welcomed by his side. He was the first ever person who made you feel this way. Because the boy was born with the sun in his eyes and his heart in his hands. And it was all for you now, he gave it all.

That was probably the most significant proof of love you were ever given. And of course you gave everything you could back, making small gifts when you could, buying flowers when you could, baking cookies when you could. All of this to see his cheeks raise and his eyes light up.

And even when you couldn’t, he was just as happy. A smile would cross his face just from seeing you. Holding you was enough to make his heart beat faster. And oh boy was he exploding inside when both of your lips were touching.

“I love you Neil” you thought he knew but you never said it out loud. And it showed when Neil’s eyes widened, if you were careful enough you could see pink tinting his cheeks.

He turned you around so you were fully facing him before pushing you down on the sofa. Without thinking he kissed you. “I love you too,” a kiss on your forehead “So–” a kiss on your left cheek “much” a kiss on your lips.

“Cheesy,” you teased. But even in this situation, he was smiling so brightly.

“Only for you”

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[2manythoughtz]

Barbie has been deeply misunderstood?

The movie Barbie is still topic of many discussions among viewers and their different points of view. The Golden Globes have proved just why this movie was needed in the first place.

Recently some comments have been made during The Golden Globes that have left people thinking. For those who don’t know, The Golden Globes is an annual ceremony that takes place in the US and awards movies, TV series, actors and so on based on their categories and the votes are made by approximately 300 entertainment journalists from various parts of the world. As with all ceremonies, they must have a host who most of the time is someone famous in the entertainment industry and who is meant to make the night funny and unforgettable, sadly this year was not the case.

Jo Koy, who is a famous stand-up comedian and actor, was the host of this year’s edition and some of his jokes left people speechless. While most VIPs in the audience looked somehow confused and uncomfortable as he tried to get a few laughs from everyone. Of course, hosting is not an easy task, there’s a lot of pressure on the person and I’m sure they need a lot of time to prepare their jokes. That doesn’t excuse what has been said and, while no one in the audience said anything about it, the fans at home were not so silent on the matter.

While many lines were not appreciated, such as Jo Koy’s comment about Taylor Swift that left her fans bitter about it, one in particular really struck a nerve and everyone started talking about it on social media. “Oppenheimer is based on a 721-page Pulitzer Prize-winning book about the Manhattan Project, and Barbie is on a plastic doll with big boobies.” And if that wasn’t bad enough, he then added. “I don’t want you guys to think that I’m a creep. It was kind of weird being attracted to a plastic doll, just something about your eyes, Ryan…it’s not all about you Margot.” And finally. "The key moment in Barbie is when she goes from perfect beauty to bad breath, cellulite, and flat feet. Or what casting directors call character actor!"

As you can imagine, the Barbie cast was not too enthusiastic about these comments as they looked embarrassed rather than amused. People all over social media are criticizing Jo Koy for proving the movie’s point, just because the movie is about a “doll with big boobies” doesn’t mean that it’s something he can comment about so lightly. This misogynistic behavior is exactly why Barbie was made in the first place, to show people that in a world dominated by men, women will always be looked down upon, whether they’re real or just dolls.

But what is the Barbie movie about? Whether you love it or hate it, I think everyone agrees on the fact that the Barbie movie is a way to show people, mostly young women, that it’s hard to fit in today’s society. Women have been fighting for their rights for years, trying to become men’s equals while also feeling the pressure that has been put on them to be perfect no matter what. Barbie is about a doll, yes, but the story revolves around something deeper. The way Barbie slowly realizes that being imperfect is not a bad thing, it’s just a human thing, and the way she manages to understand her feelings as she evolves from feeling perfect to slowly wondering if there’s more to life is just eye-opening.

The movie discusses many topics and, while some of them may be a bit controversial, the main topic is womanhood. What is it to be a woman, what if feels to be a woman and how women are portrayed. So joking about Barbie’s body in a sexual way and the struggles she encounters is not only sickening but also embarrassing.

Greta Gerwig, the movie’s director, remained professional on her end and when asked to comment on Jo Koy’s words, she simply said. “Well, he’s not wrong,” she continued. “She’s the first doll that was mass-produced with breasts, so he was right on. And you know, I think that so much of the project of the movie was unlikely because it is about a plastic doll. Barbie by her very construction has no character, no story, she’s there to be projected upon.”

Even so, the Barbie movie won an award for best Cinematic and Box Office Achievement.

Speaking of awards, there’s something else we must address. Another misconception that shows just how everyone has misunderstood how deep the movie’s message is. In fact, most of the movie’s soundtracks were nominated as Best Song at the Critics Choice Awards and, as everyone expected What Was I Made For by Billie Eilish to be the winner, I’m Just Ken ended up winning that title. Yet again, it’s almost laughable as this song is basically a joke about the Kens feeling misunderstood and ignored by Barbie, while What Was I Made For is a song about womanhood and the hard feelings and fears that women live with. The award went to the only song made by a man that was up against the other 2 songs made by women for the same movie.

Ryan Gosling’s reaction has become viral online as you can see him confused and unamused by this unexpected victory. Yes, I’m Just Ken maybe became more popular because of the memes but to put it above a meaningful song such as What Was I Made For felt unreal. I’m not sure which was worse, Jo Koy’s jokes or this award.

What are you thoughts? Let me know!

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[cowboyslikeme]

*clears throat* i don't think we, as a society, appreciate taylor swift and lana del rey singing a song together enough, just saying

#txt #the most important post ive ever made #lana del rey

[person4924]

new about me

my name is sam !! thats basically all u need to know but theres (a lot) more under the cut!!

im a lesbian (???) and ace

they/she (this is my pronouns page)

im probably genderfluid so u can really use any (if u use he sometimes i’ll kiss u /p)

i’m neurodivergent of some sort (i don’t even know anymore)

a minor (don’t be weird)

my personality type is INFP-T

things i like (the things bolder r what i talk about the most)

harry potter (fuck jkr)

marvel

the marauders

boy meets world

it

osemanverse

paper girls

teen wolf

owl house

shameless

glee

stranger things

friends

andi mack

the last of us (i’ve only watched the show tho, but i know most of what happens in the games)

riordanverse

musicals

poetry

reading

cats

animals

fictional characters

music

movies

tv shows

art

writing

women

sitcoms

brooklyn nine nine

new girl

hamilton

grishaverse

stand up comedians

ocean animals (specifically sharks)

community

moths (and just kinda winged bugs in general)

greek mythology

dawsons creek

bojack horseman

halloween

the sky (like stars, the moon, the sunset, etc)

jelly fish

criminal minds

animals

ted lasso

scooby doo (the older movies from the 2000’s ish specifically but all of it too)

everything sucks!

the sun bearer trials

atypical

octonauts

spencer reid

my fav movies are tick tick boom, my girl, dead poets society, breakfast club, the outsiders, hamilton, stand by me, cmbyn, lady bird, beautiful boy, luca, nimona, (500) days of summer etc.

musicals i like are hamilton, tick tick boom and the greatest showman

my fav taylor albums are folklore, evermore, reputation, 1989 and speak now but i love all of them really (please please ask me abt them omg)

my current hyper fixation is the marauders (more of a life-long obsession atp) and criminal minds

i’m currently reading the extraordinaries

my fav music people (i’m really just giving a short list of many): conan gray, cavetown, current joys, queen, rainbow kitten surprise, the front bottoms, harry styles, noah kahan, taylor swift, phoebe bridgers, the fray, coldplay, olivia rodrigo, billie eilish, boygenius, gracie abrams, sufjan stevens, maya hawke, the smiths, lucy dacus, julien baker, the smiths, sleeping at last, mitski

i mostly post about whatever hyperfixation and/or character/person has overtaken my brain, music and analysis things

i appreciate tone tags and i try to use them as much as possible

i’m always looking to talk to more people and i’m always bored (don’t be weird istg)

my fav books are any alice oseman book, the outsiders, the perks of being a wallflower, i fell in love with hope

child of athena (i think) and a ravenclaw

biggest pandalily shipper you’ll find

i love love love making character analysis’ or song or movie or tv show or books or ships or whatever

i also write sometimes!! (i suck ass)

and i’m person4924 on ao3 but i can’t figure out how to link it

this is my spotify (i have the best music taste in the history of human kind btw)

this is my discord (in case of KOSA or if it’s just easier to talk on there)

this is my airbuds idk if anyone actually uses it but i thought it’d be fun to share music with mooties

please please please send me asks i have no hobbies or friends and im always bored please please please (im on my hands and knees begging please please please)

i have a tagging system!! idk how much ill remember to use it but yeah!! (its also new so only my new posts will have them) #sam shut the fuck up -> rants/yapping #asks!!! -> asks #polls!!! -> polls #crazy? i was crazy once... -> headcanons for characters/analysis things

#about me

[allannmwasa]

Words Know No Color: A Black Fan's Ode to Taylor Swift's Poetic Mastery

As I reflect on my journey with music and poetry, I find solace in a world that was once solely mine to imagine—a refuge from the bullying for being effeminate I endured in high school. Country music, with its soulful melodies and heartfelt lyrics, became my sanctuary, a haven where I could escape the harsh realities of my teenage years.

One fateful day, as I tuned in to the country music station, a song captivated my senses, offering a mind-blowing juxtaposition. It was "Tim McGraw" by Taylor Swift, a revelation that would open the door to a new world of poetic expression through lyrics. Little did I know that this encounter would mark the beginning of a profound connection with Taylor's music, a journey into the genius of her poetry that continues to unfold.

In adulthood, I have faced adversity and negativity for my choices, but never did I anticipate that my love for Taylor Swift would become a source of contention. As a black individual, I found myself confronted with the absurd notion that my appreciation for Taylor's art was somehow incompatible with my identity.

Yet, the beauty of diction and the power of words have always been my allies. As a child, I garnered awards for my ability to convey emotions through language, and Taylor's music resonated with me on a profound level. I was drawn to her clever use of symbolism, sarcasm, and satire, recognizing that her songs were not just about melodies but well-crafted words that echoed the sentiments of many.

One striking illustration of this is found in "The Lakes," a composition by Taylor Swift that pays a poetic homage to an era that cherished emotional expression over the constraints of logic and reason. In this particular instance, it became evident to me that Taylor Swift transcends the label of a mere artist; she is, in essence, a poet who crafts vivid images with her words, delving into the intricacies of the human experience with a profound understanding and emotional depth.

Despite the negativity and stereotypes that sought to limit my musical preferences, I have continued to appreciate Taylor's work. I learned that diversity is not solely about experiencing nuances within one's own race; it's about embracing a multitude of perspectives and finding common ground in unexpected places.

While my experiences may differ from Taylor's upbringing on a Christmas tree farm with a family of two parents, her ability to convey emotions and share relatable narratives transcends cultural boundaries. She delves into the intricacies of relationships, love, and loss, reminding us that, as human beings, our shared experiences connect us in ways that go beyond race, background, or social status.

Taylor Swift's music isn't just for one demographic; it's for anyone who appreciates the art of storytelling and the power of well-crafted words. I've learned that it's possible to connect with the experiences of others, even when they come from different walks of life. In embracing Taylor's music, I've found a voice that resonates with my own, breaking down barriers and allowing me to appreciate the shared humanity that unites us all.

So, to Taylor Swift, I say, "I love you." Thank you for being a beacon of creativity and a reminder that the beauty of poetry transcends the boundaries that society may try to impose. My journey as a black fan navigating through negativity has only strengthened my love for your artistry, and I look forward to continuing this poetic voyage with you.

Happy Birthday @taylorswift

#taylor swift #swifties #taylors version #taylornation

[thegreatestsandwich]

A Guiding Sea (Dream of Endless x Corpse Bride!Reader) - Part 1

Pairing: Morpheus x Corpse Bride!Reader

Word count: 8k

Summary: In a desperate attempt to free himself from the Burgess prision, Morpheus decides to wed the ghost of a bride who haunted the basement he was being held at. But not all decitions are bright, and Morpheus soon would learn that freedom came at a cost.

Warning: Mentions of blood, sacrifice, vaguely death, characters you will hopefully hate and more stuff

A/N: So this is part 1! it took me quite a while, I know, I know, it’s not as long as you hoped but I promise there would be more things to come, I actually pretty proud of the second part and the third one (spoiler, the third one is still my favorite by far.) I recomend listening to really sad taylor swift songs, and I hope you can feel a few specific ones on this one as I listened to them in repeat. By the way, every comment, reblog or even question is happily accepted! And ignore my english, I really suck at it :’)

Every story has a sad beginning

“I think I've seen this film before And I didn't like the ending” -Taylor Swift

In the world of symbolisms, the sea represent the beginning of life itself, it represents the darkness paths of the human life, the beautiful formlessness chaos that surrounded all living creatures, a world of unknown.

His arrival became the town’s gossip, a man who just lost his wife on a fire that burned everything he had, a father with two little kids to take care of a man of business. He bought Fawney’s Rigs manor from a local demon exorcist, yet he was never seen before. Some claim he needed a bit of time to arrange a few things before he made his grand introduction, others said he was a demon himself and his kids were two orphans he kidnapped. But in reality, he just love the solace of the unknowingness.

Roderick Burgess was his name, a tall and slender man, one look at him and you would understand that this man never spend a day working under the sun to survive in this world, his dirty blond hair and blue eyes full of secrets was his part of his charisma, he was not handsome yet he attracted the attention of the others with his way with words. He was smarter than he portrayed himself as, a genius in other words. Rich and warmness laced around his voice wherever he spoke. His smile captivating and his movements always with grace.

He introduce himself on one of the town’s festivities, paying for all the towns drinks, a courtesy from his persona, a token of his gratitude as he appreciated these few days without interruption. He introduced his sons, Randall and Alex, both a perfect image of his father.

But his sons were different from him, Alex, the youngest one of the two was a complete reflection of his father, yet his nervousness made him difficult to achieve his same results, while Randall was a complete opposite, always rebelling himself from the mold his father created for the two of them. He was proud of his mistakes, always bragging he was the only one who could made them right. Tall and charismatic as his father, Randall always thanked the lord every single night that he looked more than his mother than his father. He inherited her dark unruly hair and her green eyes. An image of a perfect future husband.

Within the years, Roderick Burgess gain the town’s trust, some described him as a man who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, his hard work and his insistence of achieved perfection only gained him the reputation of a honorable man. There were rumors in the darkest parts of the town of his insistence of conquering Death, of wanting to keep cheating his way around it and live years beyond what was known at the time.

As the years passed, his popularity grew, the town began worshiping the path he walked on, whatever he said was sacred and anything he despise was burned to the ground. With time he formed a secret club, most believed he was destined to greatness, to domain the art of magic, while those who began questioning his sanity became banished from society.

Your parents were part of his most devoted followers, both grateful of his actions, as it was his hand and his words that helped them to become pregnant with you. The moment you were born he was present, and he was the first one to welcome you at the land of the living, whispering how you would have a beautiful path ahead of you. You were raised believing everything he said, his emotions were yours, his words were law and his actions were meant to become history. You hated him with passion.

Your constant presence on Fawney Rig’s manor became the catalyst of your doom. Randall became infuriated with you, at first it started with the typical children’s fights, a tug of your hair here and there, the stealing of your sweets and in result you wanted to punch his face, your father approved of your dedication and encourage you, asking to come get him when you decided to get your revenge while your mother grounded you because of your violence.

Randall became a constant presence on your life, he force his way into the position of best friend and on the first night of snow, he gave you a scarf he knitted himself without any help, it was a horrible scarf, a mismatched creation of colors and too breakable for usage. But you loved it anyway and used it with much care.

He kissed you under the mistletoe and declare his love for you.

You accepted it and gave yours to him.

It was forbidden but exciting, both of you knew that your parents (especially your dad who claimed he would strangle any guy who would dare to kiss you) would killed both of you. Randall loved the secrecy, the secret meetings on the middle of the night, he would always tell you he didn’t need more, that you were enough and he was hoping he was enough for you.

On your twenty-one birthday he planted a whole garden for you, he went beyond himself and looked for beautiful and exotic plants, claiming that they could be beautiful but nowhere near as you.

That garden became your sanctuary. The moon became your only witness, and he became what you needed to survive.

To the others, this day was no different to the others, but for Randall, the moment the moon step into the sky, this night would mean everything to him, hoping his plan would go swiftly. He began whistling around the empty halls, taking full advantage of his father’s meeting.

His feet carried him towards his father’s office, opening carefully and he went inside. Randall closed the door carefully and observed his surroundings, his father was an organized man and he was grateful for that.

After grabbing what he needed, Randall walked faster towards the kitchens and looked for your basket. His eyes found it.

‘Meet me at our place when the moon is at its highest point?’

Randall placed the little note inside your fruit basket, he tried to memorize your schedule but your mother always changed it each week, he knew she suspected your meetings, and there were a few occasions she almost caught the both of you.

After your first meetings, both of you became noticeable tired, bags under your eyes, words suppressed by a few yawns and your movements weren’t sharp. Perhaps your parents gave you a bit more freedom but Roderick wasn’t your parents, he was more strict and harsh with his sons. Wanting them to learned his footsteps, Alex was in the right path, always seeking the approval of his father but Randall was different.

If you put Randall and Alex against each other, you would notice the differences between the both of them. Alex always followed Roderick’s words, his words were his law and even as Randall understood why his little brother wanted to succeed like his father, he also wanted more for him, Alex was smart on his own way, but his true self was far more empathic than the grand Roderick Burgess. Randall always was thankful of the moments he manage to had with his mother, she was a beautiful lady, inside and outside, and sometimes even wonder why a pathetic man like his father was able to get an intelligent and charismatic lady.

His mother was soft and always accepted their mistakes, Randall didn’t care to make his father proud, he only dreamed to make his mother proud and happy with the decisions he took on his life. His ideologies always lied somewhere else, far beyond the beliefs of his father, he wanted to be free, to travel the world, to discover the secrets out there. He didn’t care about the magic or the society, he didn’t want to be trapped, Randall was a free soul, he deserve to fly far away from this prison.

Sometimes he pity Alex, as he idea was to stay behind. He really pity him.

  You tried your best to be quiet as you opened your window. There was bad ideas and going out of the window to meet your secret boyfriend was one of those. The first leg out was easy, the second one was easier, but the fall and pain that comes with your idiotic decision began questioning your intelligence.

A part of you hated not changing for something more comfortable but you needed to made the impression that you were actually going to bed, and even then you actually had to pretend to sleep as your father stayed with you a few minutes, talking about completely random stuff, you loved your father and appreciate his way of trying to understand parenthood but tonight, you just wanted him to go to bed.

You landed on your back, silently cursing Randall for all he was putting you through, you stood up limping and quickly fix your night dress. The night was cold as the beginning of winter was approaching fast. You began walking towards you meeting place, the first steps were hard as your legs were screaming in pain but you ignored it. Your mind beginning to form a huge speech of how he was at fault with your pain.

You saw him sitting under a tree, his eyes were close but you notice how tense he was, the words on his note were simple and you hoped whatever he wanted to talk about this late at night was something light and not heartbreaking.

“Excuse me good sir,” You deepened your voice, it sounded funny as his face began breaking into a smile. “You seem to be far away from your sleeping quarters.”

His head turned towards your voice, smile full on display. “I am truly sorry officer, I am afraid I’ve been waiting for this fair maiden and I did not notice how quickly time passed.”

“Fair maiden?” You asked, still faking the voice. “Perhaps this fair maiden had some trouble walking fast?”

He hummed in contemplation. “I do not think so, she is quite slow and looks like a org.” His smile widened. “You might have seen her, a tiny little bit, when she gets mad she turns green, drools while she sleeps.”

You frowned, taking off your -his- scarf and began hitting him with it. “You idiot! Here I am, really late at night -thanks to you- and you compare me with an ogre?!”

Randall began laughing loudly, “Wait! Wait!” You paused, your eyes squinted. “You would make a really cute ogre.”

“You ass!” You began hitting him again but he didn’t care, he grabbed both of your arms and put them around his neck. Randall began swaying softly, gently massaging your waist.

“You are late.” He whispered against your temple. “One more second of waiting and I would have left”

You scoffed at his antics, closing your eyes, “Well, do not let me stop you, oh mighty Randall Burgess, I did not know your time was gold.”

He hummed in contemplation then playfully sighed. “So, how do you plan on repay me for my kindness?”

“Repay you for your kindness?” You gasp offended.

“Well, of course,” He put a strand of hair behind your ear. Still whispering “As the greatest and kindest soul here on Fawney’s Rig, I stayed here, waiting for your arrival with eagerness. So,” tilted his head down, lips softly touching yours. “How will you repay me, my darling?”

You closed the distance smiling, finally kissing him. You slowly back away but still having his arms around your form. “Better?” You whispered.

He hummed, his eyes still closed, enjoying the feeling of your warm body against him. “Love the kiss, still no close to repay me for my kindness.”

“Oh you little shi…” His hand quickly covered your mouth, he felt your laugh against it.

“Dear Lord! Who would teach such unhinged words to this young, pure and lovely lady! I must find them and punish them for their sins!”

You playfully pushed him away “You sir, are an idiot. Now,” You began walking towards the fountain. Sitting carelessly on the concrete basin, ignoring the fact that you were getting wet. “Are you going to tell me why did you ask me to come here? Because it’s later than our usual meeting time.”

Randall smiled happily, holding three fingers in front of his chest, “You now the game, my darling. Three guesses, two clues and one price...Please indulge me, I really prepare a lot for this.”

You sighed tiredly, “Fine.”

He kneeled in front of you, clearing his throat. “And now, please present your first guess.”

Your lips pursed in concentration, trying your hardest to not laugh at his antics. “My first guess is that your father decided to finally move back into his real true home…Hell.” You sarcastically smiled.

“Ha, funny and as much as I want that to be true, sadly it’s not.” He grabbed your hand and kissed one finger. “You may now ask for your first clue.”

“Is your father part of this surprise?” You flickered his nose, softly laughing at his frown.

He nodded in response. “Yes and no, ready for your next guess?”

“Hey! That’s not helpful!”

“I don’t make the rules sweetheart.”

“You invented this game, these rules are practically yours but fine, play dirty, I don’t care–,” You paused again, there was only two more guesses before the finishing this game, you needed to be smart about this. “My second guess is that you are cheating and you faked this surprise to just come and see me.”

“Clever but not quite,” He sat at your feet, his arms laid on your knees, his fingers playing with yours. “Second and final clue?”

“Mmhh, did you buy it?”

“Buy it? No, did I acquire it? Yes, that third clue was from the generous of my heart, by the way.”

“Generous, sure.” You kissed his forehead. “I’m ready to make my final guess.”

“Go ahead, gorgeous.”

“Are we finally leaving from this place?” You whispered, hoping his answer was yes.

“Soon, you know I always keep my promises, but no, not yet.” His eyes shined with happiness, “Ready to see your surprise?” You nodded, the hand that was kept behind his back moved between the two of you. It was a small black velvet box, you gasped, your eyes widened in surprise at his actions. “It’s not much, kinda had to stole it from my father’s security safe. It belonged to my mom, was her favorite ring or something, don’t have the full story, my grandparents are really bad at telling it.”

He opened the box, it was a simple ring gold ring with a small purple stone. It was perfect. “It’s an amethyst, my mom always believed that amethysts were supposed to help opening the heart to experience love, corny; I know.” He paused, his hand grabbing yours, searching your eyes for confirmation, you nodded with a soft smile. He smiled back and carefully put the ring on your finger. “I know this is not what you wanted, that you really hoped to just grab our stuff and leave this place, but I am working on it, it has taken some time but I almost finish with some things before that. I just hope you can wait just a bit longer.”

“So your idea of asking me to wait longer is to propose?” You laughed.

“Not really, this is my idea of finally have grown a pair and ask you to be mine, which you just accepted and there’s no going back now!”

“That’s not how proposals work Randall.” You rest your forehead with his. “I could still say no.”

“You could, but between you and I, we both know I am not a good-looking crier.” He kissed your ringed finger. “Give me a few days and we go somewhere far away, change our names with something completely outrageous, get married and had days and days full of love making, yeah?”

“I can’t wait.” You smiled.

Silence surrounded both of you, his fingers still caressing your new ring, you loved these moments between the both of you, imagining a future with Randall, away from your crazy families.

“I have to talk you.” He whispered, it was so quiet you almost missed it. “My dad talked to me yesterday.” You hummed, turning your attention towards him. “It’s about the war.”

“What about it?”

“He wants me to go,” Randall paused, noticing your body becoming tense at the words, “Look, I know, but the sooner I go the sooner I can comeback and take you away from here.”

You stood up, pushing him away. “Are you demented? One does not go to war and come back in one piece.”

“Well I will be the exception!”

“No.” You firmly stated. “No, Randall, just no!”

“My father promise me…”

“Oh yes, of course! If your father promise you something then he will fulfill it! Just like he promise I would stop cleaning the floors! And guess what Randall? I am still cleaning them!”

“You don’t understand.” He grabbed your hand. “He knows there is someone, he knows  about my feelings, he knows I plan to ask someone to marry me, okey maybe I just asked you and he doesn’t know, but still. This is progress, he is willing to let choose my own fate.”

You scoffed, walking away from him. “This is your father, he would never stop choosing your path.”

��Why is it so hard to believe?” He whispered, “I don’t want to fight, not with you, never with you.”

“Then stop, think about this.” You hissed angrily. “This is no child’s game Randall, this is war, people die in war.”

“And I’m not going to die, I’m coming back.” Randall tried to assure you.

“How can I trust your words? War is no forgiving Randall, your father knows what he is doing sending you there.” You chocked around your words. “How can I be sure you will come back?”

“Because I’m coming back for you, only you, no matter how broken my body ends up, I’m coming for you.” He grabbed your hands, tugging you against his body. “Trust me, you think I’m planning to let you go after you said yes to me?”

“I don’t like this.”

“You don’t have to like it, you just have to have faith,” He placed his forehead against you, cleaning away some tears from your eyes. “Have faith in me.”

“I…”

“You will leave this place with a wedding ring on your hand, with the most beautiful vows a man can muttered. Trust that.”

“You are asking too much.”

“I’m asking what I know will happened, you will be the most beautiful bride in the whole world.” You sobbed against his chest. “I can already see it, your hair in a beautiful braid, flowers adorning it, a veil covering your flushing face and the most beautiful wedding dress on your body, so just trust me in this.”

“I want to but…”

“Shhh, just promise me, when the time comes and you hear the words, you will leave this place with a happy smile on your face.”

You shook your head, muttering a soft ‘I swear on it’ against his chest. Randall kissed your forehead, leaving his lips there for a second.

“Let me see that pretty face.” He whispered and you complied, your eyes were puffy from your crying, your nose red and your lips still trembling with emotion. “Would you look at that? Such a pretty little lady there.”

“Shut up, I’m still mad at you.”

He tenderly smiled, “That’s a shame, I wanted one more kiss before we go back.”

“You don’t deserve my kisses.” And he laughed.

He walked you back towards your window, it was difficult as he refuse to let you go. He set the pace, it was slow as he demanded a bit more time with you, and reluctantly let you go, helping you climb up your window.

“Sweet dreams, my lady.” He told you once you settled safely inside.

“I’m still angry at you, you will have to do a lot of nice things for my forgiveness.”

“And I will happily do them without any question.”

“Stupid.” You said smiling and left the window, straight to bed.

 You woke up startled at the sound of your door opening brusquely. “You better get yourself ready girl, Sir Roderick has invited the family to breakfast” Your mother harshly told you, throwing a dress at your direction. “I expect you to be ready now!”

You groaned, it was way early and you had a few hours of sleep, reluctantly getting ready, the dress your mother throw at you was way fancier for a simple breakfast but you knew better that contradict her in any form.

You left your hair down as the dress your mother gave you revealed your shoulders and a part of you felt a bit weird with sitting on the same table as Roderick Burgess and him watching you. You step out of your room and walked towards the kitchen, your father was reading some newspaper, apparently your mother force him with his fanciest clothes as well.

“Good morning dad.” You greeted him with a kiss on his cheek.

“Morning peanut,” His eyes left the paper, watching your dress with a frown. “Huh, I sense your mother’s fashion on your persona.”

You nodded biting your lip.

“Knew it, I still don’t get why are we dressing like this, we must look like those weird high society people, who drinks tea with their pinky raised.”

“Mom said we have to make an impression.”

“Your mother said I had to make an impression while cutting wood, tried to make me put on a tie and everything, she’s getting the madness disease.”

“Madness disease?” You asked him confusedly.

Your father stood up and walked towards you, “The same one that Burgess man has, crazy people, I’m telling you.”

“Where is mom?”

“Oh, she left minutes ago, complaining that you took too long but I stayed behind to wait for you. So, shall we go and face our own personal hell?” He offered you his arm, you link it without question and both of you went towards the great dinning room. “I have a plan if we need an escape, I will swallow a grape and you help me with it and we leave because you are so worried for this old man. Deal?”

“Deal.”

The dinning room was one of the places you truly despise inside the manor, shamelessly big with the floors you always hated cleaning, your mother, as your father told you before, was sitting quite comfortably next to Roderick’s left, batting eyelashes like a teenager next to her first love, you felt your father tense at your side but decided that it wasn’t worth trying to call her out as Roderick wasn’t paying her any attention. Randall and Alex were sitting in front of each other, the youngest one looked tense and nervous, while the older one looked bored.

Your father cleared his throat, managing to separate your mother a bit from Roderick, yet she didn’t move far away from him, you nudge his side and sat beside your mother. The air was tense as you looked at the breakfast plate that was already been served, it was cold and you suspected it was just sat there for some minutes. It was soggy and unappealing but when your mother kicked your leg from under a table, you force it down as best as you could.

It was awful.

“When I bought this manor I knew it would bring challenges,” Roderick began, his voice demanded attention, it was forceful and harsh, his kids tensed at his words, your mother sighed contently, nodding along. “and loosing my wife along the way made them even harder. I became a single parent and tried to navigate my life around them.” He cut a piece of bread. Chewing it loudly. You winced at the sound, trying not to gag in disgust.

“Everything I did, I did them for my children, I never lied to,” Roderick turned towards Randall. “And I always hoped for the same.”

“You are such a good example for your boys and for my girl, we are so grateful to let us be here.

Roderick ignored your mother’s words, “I noticed something quite particular yesterday as I walked to my office.”

Randall tensed. “I consider myself an organized man, I know where the things should go and when someone moved them, so imagine my surprise to see that my safe box was moved just a tiny bit.”

“What are you implying Burgess?” Your father stood up offended. “You invited us here to what…accused us of stealing you?”

“Well, yes.” Roderick simple stated. “You have something belonging to me girl.” He turned to you. “I opened the doors of my home to you, to your family and you have the audacity of stealing for me.”

“No!” Your mother exclaimed, “I mean, my daughter would never steal from you, she is not that stupid to do so.”

“Shut up,” Your father harshly said, “Watch your words Burgess.”

“Why should I?” He smiled. “She’s wearing my wife’s ring.”

Your eyes turned towards your hand, you didn’t took off the ring. “I…”

“Father stop.” Randall stood up, “If you want to blame someone, blame me, I did it, I went into your office and stole the ring.”

Before his father could said anything, he continued, Randall straightened his back, trying to ease the tension around his shoulders, his eyes met yours and saw the fear behind them, your father stood protectively in front of you, waiting his reasoning to gifting you a ring that didn’t belonged to him.

“I asked to marry me.” He whispered, “We’ve been seeing each other for quite some time.”

Roderick was quiet, his eyes turning to you. “I see.” He walked towards the exit and left without a word.

“I…” Randall began.

“Not a word kid, not a word.” Your father stopped him and dragged you away from the diner, your mother walking behind quietly.

  “What were you thinking?!” Your father exclaimed angrily, he began pacing. “You could have chosen anyone. Anyone (Y/N)! Why him?”

“I’m going to stop you there,” Your mother intervened, huge smile on her face. “She made a magnific choice! You are seriously thinking our daughter could end up with a nobody? This is the son of Roderick Burgess, we should be excited she at least know how to choose them.”

“You are not seeing the point,” He turned to look at you, “Why him peanut?”

“Dad,” You began, your fingers began playing with the ring. “I love him.”

“Honey, no, that isn’t love,” His hands cups your face tenderly, making you focus on him. “He isn’t worth it, please trust me.”

“No, no, he is worth,” You desperately said. “He is worth everything dad, I know, please, I know.”

“So you prefer your daughter end up on the streets? Let’s face it, this is the only shot she has, you think there would be another guy who would love her? That man does not exist, Randall is there, willingly gave her a ring, he’s going to take care of her.”

“There is more than ‘taking care of’, she needs to understand that the world is big, he might not be the one, come on! I need you on my side.” Your father begged, “She deserves better than that man and his son, she deserves someone who would willingly…”

“Willingly what?” She spat, venom on her voice. “Willingly die for her? Or maybe, I don’t know, defied death for her? Let’s be real for a second.” She paused, “She is not going to find that, that love does not exist, it never has.”

Your father looked at her quietly, his lips began to tremble, same with his hands. “So my love does not count then?”

“You knew this marriage was,” She never faltered her strong gaze. “And she needs to understand that as well.”

Your mother pushed your father away when he tried to reach for you, standing in front of you, hands on her hips. She didn’t said anything, just stood there watching your father, challenging him to say anything, to find a reason to win this argument. Your father stood there, his gaze turning between you and your mother, staying for a few seconds longer on your mother. Your eyes could see the heartbreak on his eyes, the betrayal that screamed ‘Roderick Burgess has won’, it was loud and painful, and a part of you wanted to apologize to him, to say you didn’t want to love his son but you couldn’t help it, you really tried to hate him.

Someone began knocking at the door urgently, your mother went to opened to find Randall standing there panting, her face broke into a smile and let him enter. Randall walked to you, grabbing your hands. “Could I speak to her for a second? Alone.”

“Of course sweetheart, have all the time you need.” Your mother left dragging your father away, he didn’t spare you a glance.

“Randall,” You began, shaking his hands of yours, “I told you so…”

“I know, I know, but,” He grabbed your hands again with desperation. “He just needs some time to understand, this news were a shock to him, he will understand.”

“No he won’t.”  You breathed heavily. “He would never understand.”

“He will.”

“If I asked you once again, to leave everything behind, would you say yes?” You tried again, hoping and praying he would say yes, yes to leave everything behind you, to just grabbed very little and start again somewhere far away from this nightmare.

Randall didn’t answered.

“Randall,” You whispered.

“The plan still stands, I’ll go to war and then I will come back and marry you, that’s the plan.”

You shook your head, trying to get away from him but he didn’t let you, wrapping his arms around your form, forcing you to stay still, tears began falling down your face, knowing what this meant. Yes, he will marry you, you trust that, but sadly, your lives would be revolve around his father and that would never stop and sadly, a part of you was ready to accept that fate.

 Randall left a few days after, after what happened at the breakfast, the both of you didn’t try and talk again, yet you still were there at the door, hugging him tightly as a truck came and pick you up, he kissed the side of your head before leaving.

It was harder than you thought it would be, you knew it would be difficult to continue your days without him, but the pain that came with his leaving was hurtful and suffocating. And most of your days you spend it crying his parting.

Everything around you was changing, some things for the better while others for the bad, your mother became more involve with Roderick Burgess and your father becoming more distant with her. You saw in first row how their marriages began burning out and sadly you couldn’t do anything to stop it.

It was past midnight when he first saw you breaking down. He sat down next to you, taking the letter that was on your hands. It was from Randall, explaining how it might take more time for him to come back home.

Your father stayed quietly and gently moved you onto his lap, tucking your face on his neck, he began humming softly, the same song he used to hum when you were a little baby. You kept crying, apologizing to him for hurting him with your feelings but he hummed louder, drowning your apologies on his voice. You were beginning to fall asleep when you felt him kissing your forehead, you felt like a kid in his arms again.

“I know peanut, I know.”

Your mom was a different story, she began moving upwards on the Roderick’s circle. The Order of the Ancient Mysteries was secret and only a few people were lucky enough to be part of it. Your mother was one of the lucky ones.

She began to change within the passing days, she became a totally new persona, more secretive, more sarcastic and more angry. After a few weeks of Randall’s leaving, your mother moved into another room on the manor, leaving your father and you alone.

Your father took it hard.

He became a shadow of what he used to be, faking a smile wherever you became preoccupied with him, promising you that he was just tired of how hard work has been.

You became a shadow as well, your faith in Randall’s returning was fading with each day and you began wondering if you two were truly in love after all. His letters became scattered, sometimes you would receive one each week, sometimes one each month, but now you were lucky if you receive one a month.

You stopped wearing the ring, opting for having it on a necklace, closer to your heart, you force the idea of having it there, closer to your heart. Not on your finger, where you would see it. A sealed fate.

The beginning of autumn was closer, and that meant the cold winds were around the corner, sometimes you think those two seasons were a reflection of your relationship with Randall was, beginning to get cold and uncolored.

You were putting some plates away when your father came into the kitchen, he was tired, you could tell but there was a glint on his eyes you haven’t had seen in a long time, he was trying so hard not to smile while having something behind his back.

“It’s apple season.” He began.

“It is,” You nodded, now paying close attention to him. “What has you so happy?”

“Well, I found your mother’s basket the other day,” Now it was ‘your mother’ not ‘my darling’ or ‘honey’ those stopped days back. “And I saw the apples and thought ‘maybe it would be good idea to grabbed a few’…in a manly way, of course.”

You tried not to laugh, fully sitting on the counter. “And what is a ‘manly way’ dad?”

Your father frown, trying to find a good way of describing his way with words. “Well, a ‘manly way’ is just that, grabbing apples…in a manly way.” He nodded, proud of his description. “Also was hoping you would bake a pie, as a reward for bringing such quality produce.”

You shook your head smiling, you missed this mood on your father, happily, free, joking. You missed him a lot. Your hop down the counter and grabbed the apples, you carefully looked at them, making your father nervous.

“Did I do a good job, peanut?” He carefully asked, finally sitting on one of the chairs.

“To be honest,” You began, trying not to smile. “You did an excellent job dad…so…”

“So…?”

“How’s mom?” You turned away, beginning to wash and peeling the apples. “Haven’t seen her for a while.”

Your father shrugged uncomfortably, “Probably with that Burgess…she spends most of her days with him anyway.”

“Dad…”

“No, no, it’s fine, I got used to it, it’s not like she’s my wife or something.” He rested his head on the back of the chair, looking at the ceiling before sighing. “She began saying she’s single, guess this is finally over.”

“Don’t think that” You turned, “Mom just needs a little push and she would come back. I know she would.”

“It’s really fine peanut.” He reassure you, trying to smile a bit. “But I would love if we don’t talk about this.”

You nodded.

“How’s the kid? Doing good?” He asked you, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

You shrugged, “I…really don’t know.” You glance at him for a moment, turning away quickly and blinking faster, trying to stop the tears from falling down. “Hasn’t wrote in a while.”

“Peanut…”

“It’s fine, he really needs to focus so he can come back faster.”

Your father nodded and dropped the subject.

“We could do some hot tea.” He said.

“I would love that.”

 It was later at night and you were still awake, your mind busying itself with doubts, was it worth it waiting for him? His feelings for you were real? Or were just a game to him?

You wanted to keep positive, you really tried but he was gone for far too long that you began questioning yourself, you wanted him here, with you, you wanted him to put you first and his father seconds. But he put his father’s needs and wants first, what does that mean? Would your relationship fail? Was it worth even trying?

You turned towards the window, your hands got under your pillow and you began watching how the light entered your room, it turned everything with a mystical shade of blue and white, your eyes traveled to that small box you kept his letters, you haven’t read them in a while, it was hard but you couldn’t do that to yourself.

You heard a noise from outside, you frown and sat down, your bed sheets pooled on your lap, carefully moving around them, trying to keep quiet. You glanced outside your window, your eyes only saw shadows and for a moment you swore you saw them move. You bit your lip, saying to yourself that you were tired and that was just your imagination playing games with you.

A hand grabbed you from behind, covering your mouth harshly and dragging you out of your room, you began kicking, trying to break free from the stranger’s grasp. You manage to bite onto his hand and when he let’s your mouth free you screamed.

“Dad!” You screamed with force, the strange closed your mouth.

“Shh pretty lady, we don’t want to wake the entire manor, do we?” He whispered on your ear. “Such a beautiful girl needs to learn her place with a man, and that is your silence.”

You heard footsteps running towards you and the sound of a shotgun.

“Listen to me piece of shit,” Your dad aimed the gun at the stranger, “Let go of my daughter before I shoot you.”

You saw shadows moved behind him, you scream ‘turn around, please turn around, there are more’ but you couldn’t the sound was muffled by the strangers hand. He laughed, kissing your temple.

“Sorry man,” The stranger smiled against your temple, “He said she was alone, no hard feelings.” You saw how someone appeared behind your dad and hit him on the back of the head. “Sorry about this sweetheart.”

 You were on the ground when you woke up, your head was throbbing in pain and everything was dark and it felt humid. You stood up and stumble for a bit, your hand looking for the wall to support yourself.

You didn’t know where you were, you didn’t even know if you were still on the manor. Your father, god you hoped your father was okey, that they didn’t hurt him. A sigh escaped you, a hand dragged across your face, trying to shake off the earie feeling.

“Good, you are awake.”

You recognized the voice, you tried looking for her but the room was so dark it was difficult. “Mom?” You asked the emptiness.

“Don’t call me that.” She responded, taking a few steps until she revealed herself to you, her face shown no emotion.

“Where’s dad?” You tried again.

“Your father met his fate when he intervened against the orders.” She replied, her feet carried her around you, that’s when you finally notice the bars.

“What?” You touched them, “Where is he? What’s going on? Why am I on this place?” You questioned her, shaking the bars hoping for something. “I don’t understand mom, what’s happening?”

“You have caused this,” She stood in front of you, “This is your punishment…the blood of your fathers is in your hands” Your mother whispered before she left, never glancing at you.

 The days passed or you thought so. It was harder to keep track when you didn’t see the sun or the moon. Sometimes a guard came here and brought you something to eat, something you didn’t eat. You just sat there quietly, still hearing her words repeating over and over again.

Your father’s blood was on your hands.

Your hands were full of his blood.

It was your fault.

A bag of clothes hit you in the face, forcing you out of your thoughts, your hands grabbed it.

“Roderick is asking for you.” Your mother came back, she was wearing a dark cloak while she waited for you to start dressing. “We must be on time, hurry up child.”

You stood up and beginning to strip, you didn’t care she was watching you, you didn’t care if the guard came and watch you too. Your mind was far away and you were so tired. However you could, you manage to put on what she throw you. It was a dress, the material was soft and you were grateful for a change of clothes. It was white and sleeveless, it didn’t fit your body as it was a few sizes too big but you didn’t care at this point.

“Turn around,” You did as you were told, your mother hummed, “Do a quick braid, Randall was right, you don’t look good with you hair down.”

She motioned the guard next to her to open up the doors and cuff you. She grabbed your arm and began dragging you away from there, it was hard to keep up with her steps as your body was too weak, malnourish and tired. You just wanted to sleep. Your mother force you to climb the steps, throwing harsh words at your direction if you stumble for a bit.

The light almost made you blind, your eyes closed in pain, it was far too long from the last time you saw the light, and it wasn’t even a bright day, perhaps closer to night time.

She kept dragging you until you were pushed you at the center, the room was filled with people, dressed the same as your mother, you began to feel uncomfortable as they were watching you closely.

They moved when Roderick stepped forward, his face was angry, you could tell from the way his mouth was making a disgust grimace. He looked you up and down, circling around you, he force your back to straighten up. “She is missing something.” He said, a few women stepped forward quickly, one putting a veil on your head, covering your face rapidly, another gave you a bouquet of white narcissus. You were confused but said nothing. “You know what you are here child?”

You said nothing.

“You are here to correct the mistakes of your sins.” His fingers motioned forward. “Bring him here.” Two men carried a coffin, putting it in front of you. “I thought you were meant for greatness but you only brought doom with your birth.” He opened the coffin, a corpse was laying there dressed on the finest clothes.

“This is your doing.” He continued, he grabbed your chin, forcing you to face the corpse, “My son is dead because of you.”

You gasped at the sight of Randall, his face wasn’t him, this wasn’t him, you couldn’t. No. You won’t believe this, you know Roderick is lying, Randall promise he would come back, he would come back for you. You tried to move backwards but were force to stay put. Two men grabbed your arms and forced you on your knees.

“Look at your doing!” Roderick screamed. “My son is dead because of you!”

Your mother stepped forward, handing him a book. “It is ready, my lord, the binding circle is complete.”

Roderick nodded content, he grabbed the book and opened it, “Brothers, sisters, please step back, we are about to begin.”

They left you there, next to Randall’s body.

“We are here reunited to do the impossible. We are about to be written in history as the greatest, as the ones who deserved everything. As the ones who capture Death and have it under our control.” He began, his eyes turning onto the open page. “We completed drawing the binding circle, the totem of Death’s calling, Death requires sacrifices, as its name said, ‘The one who guides you to the end.’ But today. Today we are going to capture it. Death separates the soul of the body, Death leaves the ones who doesn’t deserve to live here and takes the ones who truly were meant to be something away. Death took my son, Death took what belonged to me and we will have it return, Randall will return to us!”

His followers cheered loudly.

“This child was the true sacrifice, not my son. She deserves this punishment for her sins, she trapped my son onto her web of lies, and today, she will mend her mistakes today.”

He put the open book on a pedestal and his arms opened widely. “Chant with me brothers and sisters. ‘Ego te hac nocte voco. Cum sol occultavit. Mors venit ad me. Audite avocatos meo. Mors venit ad me. Tibi hoc sacrificium est, redde nobis quod amisimus.’ Again!” He demanded.

His followers said the words with force, chanting them with gleeful madness, following their leader, over and over again the voices were heard. The air felt cold and hot at the same time, the candles that surrounded the binding circle were blown off. Roderick smiled in madness. “Again!” He demanded again.

You were trembling with fear, they sounded lunatic. You couldn’t move away, something made your knees stuck on the ground, perhaps your body was frozen in fear, perhaps their words were doing something real. Perhaps Death would come and spare your life, perhaps it would take you away. You didn’t know.

Roderick stepped into the binding circle, kneeling behind you, he grabbed your chin forcefully, “Tonight Death will take what was wrongly left behind and in return it will bring what was taken away before its time.” You felt the blade of a knife against your neck, carefully caressing it. “You desperately wanted to be a bride so badly that your demands provoke my son’s death, you will bring him back, you were meant to be a bride but never a wife, you will doom whoever decides to wed you child. You are a mistake. You are a bad omen, you will be grateful for my hand.”

 The sound of a knife hitting the floor shut everybody’s chanting. “Did it work?” Someone asked.

Roderick stood up, pushing your body harshly on the ground, cleaning the remaining blood on your wedding skirt. He walked towards his son and gently patted his face. “Randall? Come on son, it’s time to wake from your slumber.”

Randall didn’t move, his face was still pale and his chest unmoving. Roderick screamed in frustration, kicking the pedestal where the book was being held. “Take that thing away from me,” His head motioned your slumped body, a small pool of blood was soaking your dress. “Pointless.”

Your mother took an uninterested glance at you, moving carefully to the angry man. “What should we do now, my lord?”

Roderick closed his eyes in frustration, “We will try again, brothers and sisters, Death will come and I will have my revenge.”

“And with the body, sir?” She asked, her head nodding at your direction. “What should we do with it?”

“Bury it, burn it, I do not care.” He began walking away. “Do what you like, in the end, that is your child, is it not?”

Your mother watched him leave, she sighed tiredly before turning to the others. “Bury her next to the man who gave her life. They deserve to at least rot together in hell.”

The others nodded before they began dragging you away, a trail of blood was left behind you. Your mother went to pick up the book, a random page. “Huh…I see.”

So! What do you think? Hope you like it!

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[longlivelindsay]

Hi. I'm the problem. It's me.

I'm Lindsay, I'm 37, living in Texas, and I love writing poetry, listening to music, binge watching TV, wasting my time online, and reading. My top five artists are Taylor, Sleeping at Last, The National, Bon Iver, and Frightened Rabbit (in no particular order).

I'm a Twitter refugee, and just trying to figure out Tumblr.

I made a Tumblr for my poetry @wearethepoemspoetry after two lines in one of my poems "we are the poems / we are writing." I post once a day. I've been writing poetry since I was five, and it's my second love after reading. I would greatly appreciate it if you would check it out.

I also made a Tumblr for my political topics -- @liberaltakes which I'll be hopefully using along with my Twitter @liberaltakes12 and my blog, Liberal Takes.

“I wanna love glitter and also stand up for the double standards that exist in our society. I wanna wear pink, and tell you how I feel about politics. I don’t think those things have to cancel each other out.” -- Taylor Swift (and me!)

I made a list of my Top 125 Taylor Songs in Order, but they change all the time -- except hoax is ALWAYS first and exile is ALWAYS second. (In actuality, they're tied.) Actually, the top five are pretty much always the top five!

Apple Music:

(It says there are 123 because some were self-uploaded.)

Spotify (I update this less because I exclusively use Apple Music):

I used my blood, sweat, and tears (and hours) for this, and I plan to do it for my other artists!!!

My bio could be stated in Taylor lyrics:

"They said all my cages were mental, so I got wasted like all my potential... I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere. I fell behind all my classmates and I ended up here."

Not so great being ahead of the curve on everything...

Anyways, that's me. Feel free to message me. I'd love to get to know you!!!

#me #biography #taylor swift #apple music #taylor swift playlist #Spotify

[nooradeservedbetter]

I’d completely missed the IDF fic and loadedgunn being Israeli and choosing to serve. I say “choosing to serve” because this all has made me think of the Israeli prison binder and how the fan who let us know that there was a binder of Larry fics circulating among prisoners in an Israeli prison was imprisoned for refusing to serve in the IDF. I wonder where they are now. They did something heroic, and I didn’t appreciate it at the time.

A TAYLOR SWIFT UPDATE ACCOUNT went to prison for refusing to serve lmao.

And there's many such cases! Including people who moved away and can't return to avoid prison.

I mean the society there is so militarised anyways, truly wondering who are the civilians yk. But anyways.

For some reason I thought that at least the part where loadedgunn was in the iof was common knowledge, but I've had to break the news to so many people who were there at the time that, uh. My memory is shit, and now I'm wondering how I learnt about it.

#1d #anon! #replies #btw--choosing not to delve into the depth of moving away and returning #and being critical of a govt without being critical of the existence of a settler colonial state

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

May I please request a song minific (“Love Story” with Peter or Dagger please? I’d appreciate it a lot.

aaaaaa I did Peter! and since it's just a minific I picked only my favoritest part of the song <3

DISCLAIMER: This is a (mini) songfic to the song “Love Story” by Taylor Swift! I don’t own the song, don’t claim to, and am not profiting off this piece at all.

so I sneak out to the garden to see you we keep quiet, ‘cause we’re dead if they knew so close your eyes escape this town for a little while ‘cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter and my daddy said, “stay away from Juliet” but you were everything to me I was begging you, “please don’t go”

If anyone can blame you for falling in love with a man like PETER, you think they’re all mad. They must not be able to see what you see.

Even though your house is like a prison sometimes, you make sure that you have time enough to slip away from whatever everyone else wants of you, for at least a short while every day. Those are your stolen moments, when you sit in the garden with Peter amid a few full bushes that hide the two of you from sight.

You take care now, just like always, not to make much noise. Not that he gives you a lot of choice in the matter; he wants to hear you speak, to make sounds in response to whatever he’s doing, but he knows how important it is that you don’t. He ensures that you don’t have the opportunity, stealing your words and reactions with his lips on yours.

He knows what would happen if your family found out. You’ve urged him several times in the past to stay quiet, because if anyone catches you, he’ll be in more trouble than you’ll be. None of your family, (or the rest of society, or Peter himself sometimes), can understand why you would choose someone like him. Everyone thinks he must be forcing you into something, persuading you, corrupting you.

If that’s true, then you think perhaps you want to be corrupted.

“I’m always worried when I come round,” Peter mumbles as he sits in your lap, knelt in your skirts and hands on your legs. “Wot y’r father said before? That I ain’t no good? That ‘e’d make sure I go from ‘alf a man t’ a quarter of a man if ‘e finds out I been with y’ again?”

Your hands grip his waist, more fiercely than you’ve ever held anything. “Don’t think about what he says to you. You’re my whole world, Peter. You’re not going to leave me just because he thinks you’re no good, are you? What about what I think?”

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I’ll be waiting; all there’s left to do is run you’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess it’s a love story baby, just say yes

He lays his head on your chest, looking up at you with some expression that’s a mix of longing and desire and affection and fear. You can never truly tell what he’s thinking, except what he’s told you before: he loves listening to your heartbeat. That might as well be the beginning and end of the world, as far as he’s concerned.

“Y’ know, precious… someday we’re gonna leave. We’re gonna go t’gether.” His fists bunch up your skirts. “I’ll come ‘ere someday, ‘n’ I’m jus’ gonna steal y’ from all this pretty, ‘igh-class shite. We’re gonna run away t’gether, ‘n’ there ain’t a damn thing anyone’ll be able t’ do ‘bout it.”

You rest your cheek against the top of his head. You try to imagine what a life like that is going to be like. Perhaps not easy, not like your life is now. What else could you ever want, though, aside from someone who loves you so deeply he’d spirit you away from everything you’ve ever known? Who else could love you that much?

Your hands squeeze his waist. “You should do it sooner rather than later, my love. It feels like the longer I stay, the more everyone tries to push me toward other people. Everyone keeps telling me that I’m not in love with you, not really. I’d give anything to stop hearing people saying they know my heart better than I do.”

A low chuckle makes his whole body shake. “Bunch’a bloody idiots.” You can feel his desperate touch through every layer of fabric, as if he’s reaching straight through to your skin. “I should take y’ with me right now. Y’ wouldn’t ‘afta listen t’ anyone spoutin’ stupid nonsense ever again.”

“… You should take me.” You suddenly pull away, looking him dead in the eyes. It comes out so fast you don’t have time to overthink it, so real that you don’t think you’ve ever meant to say anything else more. “Why not tonight? I’m ready to leave. I don’t care if it’s going to be hard, I don’t care what anyone else thinks…”

You let your hands drift down to his. “I just want to be with you.”

He falls silent for a moment, then pushes himself up to press a kiss to your lips. He doesn’t draw back until you both are drowning in the need for air.

In between gasps of breath, he says, “T’night, then, precious. I’ll come get y’ t’night.”

Romeo, save me ― they’re trying to tell me how to feel this love is difficult, but it’s real don’t be afraid; we’ll make it out of this mess it’s a love story baby, just say yes.

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