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wineonmytshirt · 7 days
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FORTNIGHT // TAYLOR SWIFT FEATURING POST MALONE
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cormeliastreet · 2 months
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File Name: The Albatross
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dontblamethewitches · 2 months
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i love you, it's ruining my life. 🎨 alef vernon.
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cruelmidnight · 27 days
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I LOVE YOU, IT’S RUINING MY LIFE
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swiftiedits · 11 months
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like or reblog; <3 credits on @beyahsamsvn
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raininyourbedroom · 15 days
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youlovedbefore · 3 months
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ihateitheretaylor · 1 year
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Uh-oh, I'm falling in love. Oh no, I'm falling in love again. Oh, I'm falling in love. I thought the plane was going down, how'd turn it right around? -Labyrinth, midnights
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tradedsymmetry · 6 months
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I'm sick of men saying that any white girl with lightish hair wearing bold lipstick looks just like Taylor Swift.
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transguysupply · 2 years
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All week I've been worried my sex drive has been fucked up but after some reflection I've realized....cis white girls are very unattractive.
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wineonmytshirt · 2 days
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you look like clara bow you look like stevie nicks you look like taylor swift
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bellamysgriffin · 5 months
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since today seems to be the day for tswift hot takes MY taylor swift hot take is that i really don’t think celebrities/pop stars need to be politically active or outspoken beyond using their platforms responsibly. it’s great if they choose to, but it is by no means a profession i would expect to have any authority on political issues and the growing demand for this change in the last decade is to me a bit silly because why are we going to actors from CW shows for updates on geopolitics?
that said! when taylor swift decided to release an entire documentary about her decision to use her voice for political change and titled it MISS AMERICANA of all things, she set a different standard for herself that she clearly wasn’t ready to meet. it’s very fair to expect taylor to make posts on issues like black lives matter and the like (i mention blm specifically bc her silence during the 2020 protests was particularly noticeable), when she frames herself as a committed agent of change.
now, i don’t think she’s a malicious person, but she seems to lack a certain self awareness, particularly when it comes to political issues. because i think her decision to tell people to vote blue was — to her — a monumental one. i am sure it felt huge. but when it’s less than what most celebrities do at a bare minimum, to portray that decision as her entry into activism only to remain largely as apolitical as she has been before opened her up to a lot of well-deserved criticism.
and that brings me to my final point in that i think taylor swift, as someone who is politically unsavvy, has trouble understanding issues in ways that don’t affect her directly. in her song about gay rights, you need to calm down, she spends the first half of the song talking about haters coming at her on the internet, and then later compares that to rampant homophobia. tswift is someone who has very clearly faced a lot of misogynistic narratives throughout her career, but even the misogyny tswift experiences is very different than the misogyny ur average white woman in america experiences, and you can tell when she talks about it. her critiques of sexism almost entirely have to do with reputation, media commentary, and slut-shaming. non-famous women experience that, of course, but things like workplace discrimination, sexual harassment culture, the wage gap, etc. are not things she talks about. she notices how she herself is treated, but struggles pivoting that perspective to the average woman.
tldr: i think a lack of self awareness truly makes tswift oblivious to where this criticism about her apolitical behavior is coming from, and that’s why her documentary was, in many ways, a tone deaf, foolish move.
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dontblamethewitches · 1 month
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my face was gray but you wouldn't admit that we were sick
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thatseventiesbitch · 3 months
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Loving the new pfp! The black and white E/D one <3
Thank you! I really love that old photoshoot. They are *so* Mom and Dad here, with the 'Let's go to Prom' pose.
(Also the black-and-white is my silly little homage to TSwift and her new album The Tortured Poets Department, out everywhere on April 19th!!!! 😜)
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neotrances · 5 months
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the reason we dont shit about tswift to you is bc you dont like her like dont worry she fucking sucks too bc shes also quiet about the genocide
ok… and again what about what i previously said makes u think im uncritically supporting beyonce and ok with everything she does? my comment about taylor swift was about twitter users not you random tumblr users on anon, my point is the subtle ways ppl r racist by having more anger to black ppl for the same things their white favs are caught up in
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One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day
149. Karma
"I love this part,” Midge tells Trevor Noah as they sit at the desk. “My granddaughter taught me how to use YouTube, and she set it up so that I get a little notice on my phone whenever you post a new Between the Scenes.”
Trevor grins at that. “Well then by all means, hang out with me. Talk to the audience!” There’s uproarious applause from the crowd.
“You know how I do love an audience, Trevor,” she replies with a sly grin. At eighty-four, she may have slowed down a bit physically, but her wit has remained sharp.
“Well, I will get the ball rolling and then open up to a couple of audience members for questions,” the host says, turning to her. “I was fortunate enough to meet you and your late husband, Lenny Bruce - ” The audience interrupts him to applaud for Lenny, and Midge gives them a grateful smile. It’s been two years since he passed away, and she still misses him every day. “I met the two of you at an event for your memoir, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.”
“A fun night,” Midge remembers with a smile. “I’m still kvelling over the fact that millions of people wanted to read a bunch of stories from the life of an old Jewish woman.”
Trevor laughs a little at that. “And the thing I noticed was that...you did your duty of shaking hands and talking to the people who helped get your book out there, but you spent most of your time talking with my generation, the sort of newer set of comics.”
“Well you’re all just so funny!” Midge replies. “You keep me sharp. And...it’s very cool to see the sort of differences in everyone’s voices. Back in my day there were more black-and-white categories. You were a political comic or an impressionist or you had a character you portrayed, and as time has gone on, those lines have become blurred - almost nonexistent. 
“And it’s interesting because - as someone who was coming up in the time of George Carlin and Carol Burnett and Mort Sahl and, of course, Lenny Bruce - I can very much see where the influences come from, and it’s very rewarding when I get to watch a female comic get on stage and talk about her dumpster fire of a life because when I started, women weren’t really allowed to do that.”
She gets a laugh out of the audience and Trevor for that one, and he adds, “I feel very grateful that, as a comedian, I am allowed to sort of talk about whatever I want. I don’t have to limit myself to one schtick.”
“Right,” Midge agrees. “You talk about politics, but you also do impressions and tell stories about taco trucks and your family. I can see influences from Richard Pryor and obviously Jon Stewart. And then there’s...a little hint of Lenny in you,” she tells him with a soft smile.
“And Lenny was a huge influence on Jon,” Trevor explains. “That whole genre of political comedy really influenced both of us.”
“He loved that. He’s always loved mentoring the younger set. That’s how we became friends, after all. He took an interest in my career. And critics over the years have accused him of doing it just to get me into bed, but he was mentoring other comics before I came along, and he continued doing it for the rest of his life. He loved going to little shithole - can I say that here? - shithole comedy clubs and watching these kids who are just starting out and giving them a little advice or a boost.”
Trevor keeps his eyes on her, but starts to turn to the audience. “Well, I could sit here and just talk to you for days, but I want to let the audience ask some questions, so...” Midge laughs a little as Trevor looks out and points to a young man on the right. “Do you have a question for Mrs. Maisel?”
The man, somewhere in his mid-twenties, asks, “What’s been your most rewarding experience in comedy?”
Midge looks back at her. “Well, I’d have to put meeting my husband at the top of the list,” she replies. “But to go back to what we were just discussing, I was on Chelsea Handler’s show a few years ago, and during one of the breaks, she told me about how, as a young, Jewish, female comic, she listened to my records, and how I was such an influence on her comedy. Because she does things in her act that are very similar to what I was doing back in the sixties,” she explains before shrugging. “And she can say fuck and period and pregnant without getting hauled off stage and thrown in a jail cell, so...I think the most rewarding thing is seeing doors open for funny young women that weren’t open in my day.”
Trevor looks to the other side of the audience. “We have time for one more question.” There’s a young woman on the opposite side, whose hand is raised and shaking excitedly, and he points to her. “What would you like to ask Mrs. Maisel?”
She stands up, and Midge sees she’s clutching a copy of her memoir and bouncing a little. “Hi, Mrs. Maisel. I’m such a huge fan,” she gushes.
“Oh, thank you, sweetie,” Midge replies with a smile. “You have excellent taste in books as well, I see.”
The woman giggles and blushes a little bit. “Um, what do you think is the key to your longevity in your career?"
“Just one second,” Midge says, holding up a finger. She gestures to one of the production assistants. “Could you bring her book over here?” She whispers. The assistant nods and heads over.
“If you didn’t know, I’m Jewish,” she explains, getting a laugh from the audience as she grins. “And in Judaism, there’s this concept of midah k'neged midah, which is very similar to what you may know as karma.”
The production assistant sets the book down in front of her. “Thank you,” she says as she sets her readers on her nose and starts to flip through her memoir, looking for a particular passage. “Basically, what goes around comes around. The good things you do bring good things back into your life, and the shit comes back to burn you.”
She finds the passage she was looking for and reads, “I remember standing there on the stage of Carnegie Hall, wearing a dress I had specifically chosen in hopes that it would land on the floor of a very blue room that night, and realizing how badly I had fucked up.
“I hadn’t just turned down a job. I had hurt someone who believed in me, who had stuck his neck out for me, and I couldn’t even be grateful for what he had done because I was so committed to the idea of saying whatever I wanted without consequence.
“As he stood there, his eyes red and teary, I realized that this wasn’t the first time I had hurt someone because of my inability to see past my own desires and experiences. Just six months prior, I had hurt my dear friend by getting on stage at the Apollo and telling jokes that not only hinted at something he had told me in confidence, but also put him in potential danger. I had hidden things from my family that could and would affect their lives. I had ended an engagement to a man in a letter without considering his feelings.
“It was a turning point in my life because I realized too late that there is a world outside of my bubble. That my actions have consequences, and while my spontaneity was my strength, it could also be my downfall.”
She steals a pen from Trevor and flips to the front of the book. “What is your name?” She asks the blonde woman who posed the question.
The young woman looks absolutely stunned. “Uh, it’s Veronica,” she answers.
“Veronica,” Midge repeats. “Veronica, my success has come from learning empathy. From becoming significantly more aware of the people around me. And from taking the time to lift up the people around me instead of tearing them down. 
“I was fortunate enough to find someone who did that for me because - well, he loved me - but more importantly, he believed in me, believed in my talent. So I’ve taken what he gave me - as a comic,” she adds when there are some chuckles from the audience. “My god, Trevor, your audience has a filthy mind.”
“I think you brought out the best in them,” Trevor jokes.
It’s Midge’s turn to laugh then, and she scribbles a note in the front cover. “And I’ve made concerted efforts to pay it forward. When you’re kind to others, that kindness will be returned to you. Maybe not immediately, but eventually. And the key is to continue being kind regardless of what the world throws at you.”
The PA takes the book back to Veronica, who holds it tightly to her chest, grinning from ear to ear. “Alright, Trevor,” Midge says, turning back to the host. “You can have your show back now.”
The room laughs, and Trevor gestures to her. “Mrs. Maisel, everyone!”
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