#taylor swift references anyone?

[birdy-babe]

Ok but fr

Blitz literally got into a world shattering breakup with the love of his life his situationship

And this man literally

went home

thought to himself "Hmmm... how do I fix this"

And his solution was:

"ur gay" memes

He thought. He really thought- truly believed-

[mikayuumouse]

I absolutely looooove your sskk posts, thank you for writing about them and analysing them so well. You’ve helped me understand them so much more❤️

For the ask, what are your favourite fics for them👀

I see so many people analyze Bsd characters and relationships (they're all amazing), glad I can contribute with some sskk analysations :> (I do do other analysations ofc, but they're mostly in rants to my friends about Bsd characters 😔)

I read a lot of fanfiction (it is the backbone of my sanity<3) so I skedaddled over to Ao3 to get a list of my favorite fics/oneshots for this ask :D

I won't go into detail about every oneshot/fic on this (bc then we'd be here all day lmao) so please read the tags of the fics once you look them up<33

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The Air we Breathe - by GiftedEcho

I love you more when you never hide your heart - by wowie_me

Weak Inhibitions - by StickyRice_94

i can taste it in your tears - by Sorry_I_Panicked

trapped in grief - by illiterate_hermit_crab

surprise birthday, birthday surprise - by space_ace00

all is finally quiet - by auroraheart

i want to be somebody to someone (somebody to you) - GhouliGhost (this fic is locked so only people with Ao3 accs can read it)

vienna waits for you - by nemui (ribbonelle) (this fic is locked so only people with Ao3 accs can read it)

The Last Time - by Nqnameiiis7

Love me all night long - by Funky_Unravel

In this darkness, light me - by Funky_Unravel

A Christmas Night of Firsts - by GojosFunkyBitchGlasses

(Zoo)Keeper of My Heart - by GojosFunkyBitchGlasses

Hushed secrets (keep the heart at bay) - by Funky_Unravel

Smile for the Camera! - by SadDetectives

If Our Love's Insanity (Why Are You My Clarity) - by BuryYourDoves

the memory of your name - by Sorry_I_Panicked

Broken Record - by illiterate_hermit_crab

I Say, Take Me Out! - by Thunderbirds_and_Lightning

i was lost within the darkness (but then i found you) - by EmeraldEclipse

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Sorry the list is kinda short 😭 I've read a lot more good fics and oneshots but these were some of the ones I found in my bookmarks (also I read on Ao3 for quite a long time before I got an account because I didn't really have any reason to get an account until I wanted to start posting [yes I'm an Ao3 author], so there's a lot of lost fics that I read but can't find again 😭🙏 it haunts me to this day)

Also if anyone seeing this post has any sskk fic and/or oneshot recs (even if it's your oneshot fic or oneshot lol), please comment bc I need more sskk content in my life :]

And I'm sorry there's not much angst on this fic and oneshot list, I can never find enough sskk angst 😔

Oh and here's some of my sskk works! (yes I will be shameless and put them here muahahaha);

My Heart Didn't Start Until I Met You - by MikayuuMouse

The Ring Reminds Me of You - by MikayuuMouse

Wrapped Up Like a Present - by MikayuuMouse

Shin Soukoku Oneshots��� Open For Requests! - by MikayuuMouse

(I promise I'm gonna update the Requests sskk book soon 🙏🙏)

And thank you, anon, for asking this so I could share of Ao3's lovely sskk works with the Internet :> please support the authors and their wonderful fanfiction! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

[bitethehnd]

I loved loved love the "miss americana and the heartbreak prince !" thing you wrote, could you do one for Naomi too?

*₊˚ ♫ 𖦹 lavender haze !

pairing : naomi mcpherson x popstar!reader

cw : basically just taylor swift!reader (obvs no physical appearance description), all fluff!

julien’s version 💜

i think reader and naomi met in a different way than the julien x popstar!reader did (that fic linked before the cut <3)

you and naomi met when you asked muna to open for you at the eras tour. you were planning to release midnights very soon, so you and your team were setting up your next tour. since the tour was going to be super long, you had to have many openers, but muna was your top pick

you had been a secret fan of muna for so long. when you had first come to terms with your queerness all those years ago, their songs were the ones to help you accept yourself while also dealing with the spotlight of being a famous singer

right after the release of one of your biggest albums, 1989, it had been leaked to the public that you were dating your best friend secret girlfriend. the media went into a frenzy, being constantly bombarded with homophobic rhetoric of the world. you disappeared for a whole year, to which no one even saw your face, but then clapped back with reputation. your career boomed after that, and you were adored by so many people yet again

naomi, and the rest of muna, had also been a big fan of yours for years. they loved how you so freely accepted yourself, even when the media tried to take you down, and you didn’t care what anyone thought. you were the biggest queer artist in the world and it showed

as you were contacting your pick of openers for the eras tour, muna was the first your team emailed. the band replied back within the day, saying they would be honored to perform for you, and the deal was set

you definitely wanted to meet them before the tour started, so you sneakily got their numbers and asked if they would want to come over and have lunch. you said it was in the premise of getting to know them, but you really just wanted to meet your favorite band

they of course agreed to lunch and the next day they came over. you considered asked phoebe to join you, since she was also another opener and a close friend of yours, but decided against it

the lunch went amazing, to your surprise. they were lovely people. all of you had more in common than you previously thought. you gushed about their music and vice versa

there was some underlying tension between you and naomi from the beginning. as soon as they walked through your door, they greeted you with a tight hug. you could feel the outline of their muscles through their shirt, and they could feel your chest pressing up against their abdominal. it drove you crazy from the start but neither of you said anything. you didn’t want to complicate things for the tour by flirting with them while they thought you were just being friendly

and just like that, you guys all became great friends. there was a groupchat made that you all texted in daily. you gave them updates on midnights and the eras tour while they gave you updates on their own tour

when you were at the studio finishing the final touches on your song ‘vigilante shit,’ you just couldn’t get the guitar right. every single combination of chords you tried didn’t sound right. you complained to them about it in your groupchat and naomi offered to come in and help you. you obviously said yes, and they made their way to your recording studio

when naomi got to your studio, you two immediately got to work. you sang the lyrics to give them an idea of the vibe of the song. as you sang, you both held eye contact with each other the whole time. the song had undertones of sexual references and it made the tension in the room amplify. as soon as you were done, naomi played a riff on their guitar for a starting point. your eyes immediately widened and you loved it. you both worked until the song was perfected, even getting naomi to sing some backing vocals for you

when midnights was released the next week, fans went crazy when they found out naomi was the one playing the guitar in the background of your vocals. rumors immediately started circling but neither of you mentioned it, too scared to make the other uncomfortable in anyway

flash forward to when the eras tour was announced. naomi reposted so many pictures of the announcement and raved about you nonstop. it made you laugh but also a bit flustered. you and all your openers were just so excited to get started

muna and paramore opened for the first night of your tour in arizona (okay i know muna didn’t open that show but let a girl be delusional). paramore was obviously fucking amazing i’m a slut for haley williams and then muna went on after. you watched from right behind the stage and danced the whole time. you couldn’t keep your eyes off of naomi’s fingers. the way they plucked the guitar made you hot in the face

you pushed your thoughts away as you went on next and sang your heart out. you started crying on stage from all the cheering and love you felt

as the tour progressed and the more time you spent with naomi, it kept getting more difficult to contain yourself. you had never felt this much yearning in your life. from the way they made your cheeks hurt from laughing so much to how they looked while they gazed down at you with soft eyes, you were whipped. it kept getting harder and harder to be professional

it was a couple shows into the tour and you started to feel the exhaust creeping up. you had to keep a certain persona one while on stage, but when you were no longer in front of a stadium full of people, you collapsed. at that moment, you were sprawled on the couch in your dressing room, trying to take your platform boots off. as if they knew you needed them, naomi knocked on the door and walked into the room

you gave them an exhausted smile, still struggling with the shoes. “need some help there, sweetheart?” they laughed out in amusement. you gave them a deadpan look and they chuckled again, kneeling in front of you to tug your boots off. after the horrendous things were off your feet, you leaned back on the couch with a satisfied sigh. naomi stayed kneeling in front of you, massaging your tired legs

“what’re you doing?” you whispered out. “just helping you relax. you put too much stress on yourself, princess.” you felt your ears heat up at all the pet names. they had always called you those sweet things, but in your tired state, it was affecting you more

“mmh, come here,” you groaned and held your arms out. they laughed and obeyed your request, sitting down next to you on the couch and pulling you into their chest. you let out a hum and snuggled into them. they gazed down at you with affection that you couldn’t see

eventually, you opened your eyes and looked up at them. you were surprised to see them already looking at you. “what?” “nothing. you just look pretty, is all,” they said and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. you scoffed, “shut up. i’m all sweaty and gross.” “still pretty.”

you didn’t know what to say next, so you just looked up at them. you both just stared at each other for a moment. you leaned in and naomi leaned in, neither taking action. but naomi made the decision for both of you, pressing their soft lips against yours. you had no time to contemplate the consequences, giving in and kissing them back fiercely. they smirked into your mouth at your desperation and deepened the kiss, pushing their tongue into your mouth

you suddenly pulled away. “wait, wait, wait.” “what? did i do something wrong?” you wanted to coo at naomi’s thoughtfulness. “no, nom, it’s not that. i just… don’t what this to affect the tour, y’know?” they nodded in understanding. “yeah, i get it. but i like you, sweetheart. i really, really like you. and if you don’t feel the same, we can forget this ever happened and—” you cut naomi’s rambling off with a kiss on their lips, effectively shutting them up. “i like you too.”

and with that, you two started to try to work things out. it was a slow start, since you two were in the midst of a tour, but it was nice. you had never felt this kind of connection before. with naomi's dirty jokes that always made you giggle a bit before smacking their shoulder, or the way they snuck into your tour bus almost every night

by the middle of the tour, you two were in full blown honeymoon stage. sure, it was quick, but you two spent almost every waking moment together. okay maybe you guys were u-haul lesbians

no one knew you two were a couple except for a handful of people. it was nice for a while, getting your privacy from the watchful eyes, but you both wanted to show each other off. maybe you two would post subtle pictures on your stories or hold hands while getting coffee at a rest stop. i can so see naomi posting a photo of just your hands, their fingers interlaced with yours with a little heart next to them. fans definitely notice your eras tour colored nails and instantly know it’s you. twitter goes WILDDD

singing directly to them while they sit in the vip section during love songs ('lover,' 'lavender haze,' 'cruel summer,' 'enchanted,' 'new romantics') <333 naomi knows the songs are about your exes but it doesn't matter, because now they have a new meaning. and also making side eyes at them during horny songs ('i can see you,' 'false god,' 'so it goes...'). they lose their shit every time you perform 'vigilante shit.' like they see you do the chair dance every show, but it still gets them. jo definitely takes pictures of naomi's face every time 😭

sometimes you bring muna on for certain songs. like if you feature them in some of your vault tracks (they give 1989 vibes but maybe that's just me). like dancing up against naomi during the song being horny on the mainnn and people eat it up. the internet exclusively refers to you guys as mother and father

you definitely let them pick your surprise songs. like they make a subtle suggestion and it's immediately being on the list for the night

phoebe and jo being disgusted by you guys but katie, lucy and julien think it's absolutely adorable. like maybe you two are cuddling up on the couch while the others are also there, giggling to yourselves quietly. phoebe literally saying "at this point just fuck" and jo starts laughing hysterically. katie and lucy slapping them on the shoulders while julien tries to hide her quiet giggles. naomi smirks and wiggles their eyebrows at the suggestion, to which you shove their face playfully

there are so many photos of you posing in your glittery bodysuits, naomi's hand always on your ass. they can't help it; the tights make your legs look amazing

you were known to be quite the schemer. you dropped easter eggs for your next project in almost everything. soon enough, naomi joins in on the shenanigans since you obviously tell them all your next moves. in every gayotic episode they say something sneaky with a giddy smile on their face. most of the time jo and katie aren't even in on it and they just end up as confused as everyone else

once the u.s. leg of your tour is over, you take a much needed break for about a year. during this time, you attend so many of muna's solo concerts. fans always spot you in the vip dancing and singing along to their songs. you two are so cute fr

© bitethehnd

[wlwinry]

i am truly scrounging for interaction today so if anyone wants to send me literally any asks about my d20 fics. id appreciate it ty

[birdiefromafar]

porch ┊april 27 ┊@taylorswiftmicrofic ┊evanstaffノtruetunes┊wc: circa 1000 ┊tw: none

Lily Marie Evans had been born first. In the middle of winter, she came, tufts of crimson hair striking compared to the snow that soaked through the thickest of gloves, dusted every nook and cranny and piled atop every sign in their small town. With her, colour and warmth arrived again to the lives of Lewin and Edie Evans, who always found themselves in poor spirits during the cold season, barred from their gardens, all their precious flowers having withered. Declared as such from the moment her eyes blinked open and shined the colour of their love, Lily was and would always be in their eyes just so: their miracle. The magic only confirmed it.

It was uncomfortably logical then, how Petunia Celia Evans paled in comparison, born in the summer of the next year. Lily’s laugh had the blossoms richening already. That season, the heat afflicted upon England was dreadful: baby Petunia’s face was more often red-cheeked than not, and she had fought like a vixen against the stifling confinement of clothes. She was, once affectionately, bestowed the title of their prissy girl. So much more difficult than Lily, boasting bratty blonde as if a kindly warning from the fates - here was to be a pain of a princess.  

To their relief, Lily marshalled her younger sister excellently as they both grew. Precocious as the elder was, she outgrew the limits of their back-garden quickly, taking to traipsing the overgrown park down the road like it was a forest. Petunia would trail along, fingers dancing up the length of wild ferns, thinking how much prettier their parents' ordered rows of watercolour flora were, but eventually be drawn into the games nevertheless.

It was good. Lily’s smile banished all attempts at sulking over dresses torn by brambles and weird boys who leered and had cooties, didn’t you know-?

It was not a long era.

People had always said Lily to be a changeling, pretty in ways old boring poets would fashion their life’s works after, strange in ways that had boys cross-eyed from staring that wasn’t even malicious. The prettiest of the region, they would say as they pinched her cheeks and watched them bloom. Fiery colouring suited for a girl with such innate warmth, like it was something of an accomplishment of hers to look always as if haloed by the sun, green eyes flashing. How did Lewin and Edie manage it? People wondered. They would keep wondering. No one could ever know.

Magic. Magic had been what set Lily apart from the rest. Made her stalk shoot that bit higher.

Her petals unfurled where Petunia could not see. Down in London, with friends who wrote in fancy scribble on parchment like old books delivered by beaky owls who tapped on their windows in the morning, imposing even on holidays when Lily - distant Lily - was supposed to be busy being the darling of their parents' eyes. Being Petunia’s cool older sister. Not their witch!

Tempting as it was, magic led Lily astray, polluted her from who she had been, drummed a beat to knock her march off-course. She tripped and swooned into it's solicitous arms. Always so resolute and stubborn, not thinking to look back to small gardens and smaller sisters when a whole world lay waiting at her wand tip, Lily had been stolen by the breeze.

So, Petunia deliberated, she had enough of a reason to weed out the sprouting of any and all magic in her life. It had never meant anything good. Not for her. And she was unflinchingly good, if nought else. Good daughter, good student, good friend. Her Evans’ temper was woven behind her buck teeth, drowned by sweet lies and emerging only as a slow simmer because forbid a woman be as explosively angry as she. The reputation of a shrew, surprising as her fearsome scowl might have it be, did not enchant her.

Still, somehow, all of her intentions blew: her plans, her reputation, every ounce of decorum she had been beaten over the head with splattering on the walls of her childhood home. Like a dam had cracked and so her soil was water-logged, her blossoms dismembered by a torrent, leaving only sad broken things like her in their wake.

Broken, because what was this? Certainly not the whole, independent, arguably on occasion apathetic, Petunia Evans she knew herself to be. That Evans was the daughter who stayed, who endured, and who chased her principles to London and secured herself a typing course. That Evans would never be considering the young man on her porch.

Yet here she was. Leaned on her doorframe, toes kept carefully on the borderline like he was a vampire from her old storybooks and only this invisible barrier could keep her from being feasted upon by him.

Feasted. Ha.

Willy Wagstaff made for a sorry sight in the rain, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead. In the dark, his hazel eyes gleamed, and she could catch the green in them, like Lily’s. Like magic.

She should turn him away.

The problem gnawing at her was this, however: he always appeared so, so so much dastardly like himself. Like the world could batter against him as fiercely as any storm, and had done so before by the rips in his clothes and the holes in his smiles and the tell-tale tightening of his lying lips when she mentioned the word friends, but he’d withstand to scam another day.

He reminded her of herself in London, before her parent’s health waned and she returned to where the seeds of her misery were planted.

He looked at her like she was still the woman she left behind in London: stood alone like a shadow in a room of light, branching like a great tree and not some measly flower, bearing pomegranates in her lip gloss that brought out a man’s - his - dimples.

Willy mussed his hair, attempting to revive its charming poof, like she was not a muggle to his - no matter how kicked - powerful wizard. His eyes beseeched her heart, and she could see how he had gotten so far, past his questionable wits. A charmer. Sometimes clever. Sometimes not. What bad judgment he possessed, coming to her. No one had done that in a long time. Her thorns had made sure of it. 

But perhaps they were both liars, turning on everyone and their mothers and themselves, so that is why it did not matter to him who she was but another unfortunate soul, did not matter to him if she was the delicate flower she’d been named for or brambles poking into his amber skin. The blood she might draw could not scare him.

So thats why the porch moaned beneath her steps. She crossed her own boundary.

Petunia Celia Evans snagged the wizard by his sodden collar and pulled, mud tracking across her polished floor, before the nosy neighbours could blink on their lights. 

[lavenderspence]

so im going to the eras tour in august, and so far, I've ordered 2 outfits, and neither of them work

the fabric of the first one is so itchy, I literally can't wear it for more than 10 minutes. and the skirt I wanted for the second outfit is so thin, it's ridiculous.

I'm literally so done, next thing you know, I'm buying an Aston Martin t-shirt and Im going as Fernando Alonso

[cowboylikejesper]

and if you kick every depressed folklore/evermore stan out of this country then who is gonna be reading your books, LEIGH BARDUGO ?

[edge-oftheworld]

Innocent Eyes (Innocent Eyes) or Seven (Folklore)

innocent eyes. there are a few songs that have a perfect Song Recipe (verses, pre chorus, chorus, bridge, and the last chorus has a few more harmonies than the first two) and innocent eyes is a CLASSIC. don’t get me wrong I LOVE seven it’s just because it’s more indie, the music doesn’t change up as dramatically, and it probably sticks slightly sticks less in my brain. it’s more a song of escapism if you get what I mean? like, for those who need a reference, baby blue vs a beautiful dream. guess I’m more of a pop girlie at heart than I realise, early 2000s pop to be exact!

[howdidweend]

Taylor thinking everything she touches turns to ashes… but now she’s with someone who’s just like her and turns things to gold. 😭

[agirlwiththoughtsandnegativity]

WALK A MILE IN THESE LOUBOUTINS

[lucreziaces]

taylor swift inspired fanfic titles 1989 (taylor's version) (from the vault) edition:

being this young is art

what if all i need is you?

got love struck, went straight to my head

but if i'm all dressed up they might as well be looking at us

and if they call me slut you know it might be worth it for once

and if i'm gonna be drunk might as well be drunk in love

the wrong place at the right time

in a world of boys, he's a gentleman

you're not saying you're in love with me, but you're going to

the waiting is a sadness fading into madness

i would stay forever if you say, "don't go"

now your silence has me screamin'

strike a match, and then you blow it out

'cause you kiss me and it stops time

and i'm yours, but you're not mine

i'm tryn'a see the cards you won't show

i'm about to fold unless you

why'd you have to make me want you?

why'd you have to give me nothing back?

why'd you have to make me love you?

you part the crowd like the Red Sea

did you get anxious though on the way home?

it's like you're trying lives on

i miss the old ways

you didn't have to change but i guess i don't have a say

remind myself the way you faded 'til i left

i cannot be your friend so i pay the price of what i lost

you were so magnetic, it was almost obnoxious

we were born to be suburban legends

when you hold me, it holds me together

and when you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever

i had the fantasy that maybe our mismatched star signs would surprise the whole school

when i ended up back at our high school reunion walkin' in with you

and i can still see you now

i know that you still remember

we were born to be national treasures

tick-tock on the clock, i walk down your block

i broke my own heart because you were too polite to do it

you don't knock anymore and my whole life's ruined

i slept alone you still wouldn't go

let's fast forward to 300 takeout coffees later

you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor

you search in every maiden's bed for somethin' greater, baby

was it over when she laid down on your couch?

was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?

and is it over now?

your new girl is my clone

at least i had the decency to keep my nights out of sight

oh, lord, i think about jumpin'

just to see you come running

and say the one thing i've been wanting, but no

if she's got blue eyes, i will surmise you will probably date her

i was hoping you'd be there

[haunted-by-the-look]

them writing across from each other gave very Mary Shelley and Percy Shelley vibes.....

[bella-narchy]

for someone who was held, loved and supported on her lowest she surely does write a lot about how he can’t just “get over” his depression and addictions and how that hinders the way she feels about him and their relationship...

[always-rolling-my-eyes]

Seeing Gaylors trying to make it potentially about one of their "relationships" when it's obviously about to absolutely trash Joe, is kind of hilarious. This is not the album you WANT to be about anyone unless you dislike them. This is going to be her most in their face fuck you ever.

It’s been established that Gaylors ignore logic and lack common sense, so they’re just staying true to who they are 😂

I think these track titles are the least subtle she has ever been and it’s blatantly obvious what’s about to happen. The theme of this album seems to be, “Fuck Joe Alwyn, and I said that shit”

[smellslikeonedirection]

verdict: 🙃

[poisoned-pearls]

Working on a bigger piece to design most of my fankids- look at my babies