#tim swift

[takingontheworldtogether]

and the beauty of it all is that when i think tim mcgraw, i do in fact think of her

[stillgotscars]

today marks the 19-year anniversary of the release of tim mcgraw as taylor’s debut single

[getyourbloodback]

And I'm back for the first time since then, I'm standing on your street...

[tanoraqui]

AND HERE COMES TAYLOR SWIFT WITH A STEEL CHAIR!

[sadbeautifutragic]

When you think happiness I hope you think that little black dress Think of my head on your chest And my old faded blue jeans...

Throwback Taysday -> 19 Years of Tim McGraw

[darkbluetennessee]

i'm still gagged over 16 year old taylor opening her debut album (and her entire discography) with "he said the way my blue eyes shined put those georgia stars to shame that night i said, 'that's a lie'"

[tiedtogetherwith]

when you think tim mcgraw, i hope you think of me.

19 years of tim mcgraw (19/6/2006)

[writingsonsaturn]

safe and sound

{ masterlist } { the 'taylor swift' series }

🪐- @elliewilliamgfooc this ones for you pookie hope you like it <33

wc - 1.4k

content warning - car accident, very sad tim, blood, hospitals, hurt/comfort

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Your ears were ringing.

Everything felt loud, but muted at the same time. It took a minute for you to realize you were hanging upside down, you don’t even remember what happened - all of it was tainted and blurred.

“Miss? Can you tell me your name?” the words echoed around you but they didn’t reach you, what was your name? Oh- “Y/n, my n-name is Y/n Bradford” you forced out, jaw quivering with pain. “Okay, Y/n, we are gonna get you out of here okay? It’s gonna be okay,” the emt tried her best to keep you calm but your panic overtook your mind.

Were you gonna die?

When was the last time you told Tim you loved him?

How did this even happen?

All the questions you were asking, you couldn’t answer. Nothing made sense and you wanted Tim, Tim could answer all these questions, he could calm you down. “M-my husband, he’s a cop- please get him” you cried, tears dripping onto the ceiling of your vehicle. “We called him sweetheart, he’s on his way” the woman, you hadn’t learned the name of, assured you the best she could. 

You were starting to feel the pressure on your body, the pounding fists against the inside of your skull was agonizing. Suddenly, a voice clear as day broke through your conscience - “Where is she?” Tim was frantic, you could tell. The pitch in his voice was higher than usual. 

“Baby? Baby, I’m here!” The voice only made you start to cry harder, you didn’t know the extent of your injuries but you knew they weren’t good. “I’m scared” the sob ripped through your throat, “Shh, I know but you’re gonna be just fine” Tim laid down on his stomach, reaching out to hold your hand the best he could without getting cut by the shards of glass that littered the ground. 

Tim helped in every way he could, putting on the neck brace and keeping you calm when they began using the jaws of life in an attempt to get you out. He wanted to freak out, the love of his life was hanging upside down, blood dripping from places he couldn’t tell, and your hand was beginning to lose its grip on his - but Tim had to keep calm for the both of you.

Once the fire team got you out it was all hands on deck, they realized there was a deep laceration on your thigh, one that directly hit your femoral artery. Luckily, the piece of metal that caused the laceration stayed embedded in your leg which stopped any major bleeding from occurring. Tim had seen a lot of things in his years on the field, but nothing as earth shattering as seeing you laid out on the ground, with injuries covering the skin he was just kissing this morning. 

Paramedics worked fast to secure the metal in your thigh, you screamed in pain when they tightened a tourniquet around your leg, begging them to stop. Tim nearly pushed them off for you had he not known better, his hand finding yours again when they gave him the go ahead. “I’m sorry baby, I know” Tim felt himself getting emotional, he hated seeing you in this much agony and not being able to take it away from you.

The moment the team got you stabilized it was time to move you into the back of the ambulance, you ended up becoming unconscious the moment they got you secured. Tim knew it had been your brain shutting down to protect you from the immense pain you were experiencing but he still panicked, still watched the heart monitor like his worst fear of you flatlining would happen the second he looked away. 

His hand squeezed yours, pleading with the universe to not take you away from him. Everything he had ever wanted, the person he would dream about to escape the abuse in his own home. All of it laid with you. You weren’t just his partner, you were his one good thing. 

“Baby, if you can hear me, you fight, you fight goddamnit” his words came out broken, kissing your forehead. It was cold, why was it cold? 

“Please, stay here” 

They rushed you into surgery the moment the wheels of the gurney hit the ground, Tim forced to stay behind the OR doors, his heart being left behind with you, hoping you could still feel his presence. 

Tim called Angela, explaining in short words what was happening. She showed up within 10 minutes, pulling Tim into a tight hug immediately, “she’ll be okay, everything is going to be okay Tim, but you need to breathe,” Angela was empathetic but stern. Tim gripped his chest and closed his eyes, counting to 5 for each breath in. Angela rubbed his back, keeping him together like a loose puzzle missing its most important piece. 

“I'm gonna get a coffee, do you want anything? Angela said, standing up and looking back at Tim waiting for him to respond. “No, im okay” Tim answered, staring a hole into the chair across from him, Angela knew better than to take Tim at his word so she got him a coffee anyways.  

She convinced him to drink the steaming cup by telling him they had a long night in their future and neither of them wanted to sleep, you and Angela were like sisters - hell you were a bridesmaid at her almost wedding. 

Angela likes to think she knew you were the one for Tim way before he did, the light in his eyes would brighten when she would bring you up, or when you would text him on duty telling him to ‘be safe because i’m waiting for you.’

It was early morning when the surgeon came to give your husband an update on you, “Bradford?” Tim’s legs responded faster than his mind did, walking him over to be met with words that could destroy him forever or kissing the ground beneath him. 

“Your wife was very hit or miss for a bit, some internal bleeding, a couple of broken ribs and a mild concussion. However, we were able to get her stable, she is waiting for you in ICU room 112” Surgeon Mcflay finished with a lighthearted smile, Tim hugged the man like his life depended on it, and in some ways it had. “Thank you, thank you so much,” Tim exclaimed. “Just doing my job, Mr. Bradford” Mcflay smiled and patted Tim on the shoulder.

Angela wasn’t able to go in with him, the risk of infection was high so they limited it to one guest at a time. “Give her my love,” she waved him off before he could engulf her in his tight hug as well, knowing you needed to feel it more. 

Tim was warned you had a lot of cords hooked up to your body and the bruising was intense but he was just glad to see a heartbeat accompanying you, your body was covered head to toe but all he saw was the woman he fell in love with, safe and sound. 

He pulled the chair that sat in the corner up next to your bedside, gripping your hand and kissing your knuckles. “I love you so much,” he mouthed, lips still resting on your skin. 

Shortly after knowing you were okay, Tim fell asleep with his head resting right next to your leg - the sound of your heart monitor lulling him to rest, and allowing his heart to finally return to its place back inside his chest right where he kept yours. 

“Tim, honey” your voice ran into his ear shaking his brain to wake him up, Tim’s eyes shot open he felt a weight on his head that hadn’t been there before. He realized it was your hand, gently running fingers through his hair, “Oh baby,” Tim broke down into tears when he saw your beautiful eyes looking back at him. 

He couldn’t keep himself together anymore, “I'm okay my love, it’s okay” you reassured even though your throat burned. Tim needed you too, you might’ve been in the hospital bed but Tim just sat in a waiting room for god knows how long not knowing if he’d see you again. You wished you had been able to comfort him, let him know you were okay. 

As Tim held you, weary of your wounds, he couldn’t help but stare at you just so he could make sure this was real and not a cruel way of his mind protecting him from another worse reality.

You were real, your survival was real, and the heartbeat he heard in your chest while crying into you was as real as the air he was breathing. “We’ll get through this baby, you and me” Tim told you, aware of the months of physical therapy you might need.

‘You and me.” 

[vigilvntes]

dick, giving the family a pep talk: everything you lose is a step you take

the family, nodding in agreement:

jason:

jason: hang on. wait a sec. did you just... quote taylor swift?

dick: ......what? no. no.

jason: no. no, you definitely did. that's taylor swift.

dick: it's not–... i didn't–

barbara: how do you know enough taylor swift to be able to quote her in your speeches?

dick, panicking: *points at jason* well how does he know enough taylor swift to be able to notice that i'm quoting taylor swift?

jason, on his way out: my lawyers will be in contact

tim, quietly: he doesn't even have a lawyer

[femmininomenon]

Happy 'He said the way my blue eyes shined put those Georgia stars to shame that night' to those who celebrate

[moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom]

like i'm sorry but the red robin 2011 beak mask suit is just the best one. idk what to tell you. i think he should wear that forever. if you disagree ur just wrong. sorry you don't have taste

[hope-ur-ok]

her first surprise song back in the US is her first surprise song of tour...

[stillgotscars]

happy september saw a month of tears to those who celebrate

[flwrkid14]

omg what about rockstar Danny who has this huge concert and the Wayne family gets tickets so they all go but Danny and Tim have been dating for a few months and Danny was able to break all of Tim’s walls. So we have a petty and pissed off danny who thinks Tim should abandon the bat family and join Team Phantom. In his last song for the night he plays “Cupid’s Chokehold” by Gym class heroes and reveals their relationship when it gets to “Take a look at my girlfriend” at 1:07 and batfamily is just shocked. Anyways no pressure, just thought it’d be a fun ask. Take your time and prioritize yourself!

hi anon! tysm for the ask <3 and wow this is such a brilliant idea! though it was a little tricky to convey in writing.. but I hope you like it!

The Wayne family gets tickets to the concert of the year—Danny Fenton, rockstar enigma, the ghostlight darling of the music world, is performing live in Gotham.

He’s known for a few things. One: his stage presence is unearthly. Two: he’s never once done an interview. Three: every song he writes sounds like it was bled out of someone’s soul.

(And Four: no one really knows who his music is about. The love songs, the heartbreak, the fury—it’s all so personal and yet so vague. A mystery Gotham’s tabloids would kill to solve.)

So when Bruce hands out the tickets, it’s treated like a normal outing. A night off. A nice show.

Tim doesn’t say much. Just, “Yeah. Sounds good.”

And for most of the show, it is good.

Danny is electrifying. His voice hits like a tidal wave and his lyrics—god, the lyrics. Furious things wrapped in velvet; love songs that ache like broken ribs. Songs about being pushed aside. Being invisible. Giving and giving until there’s nothing left.

Cass tilts her head, listening harder. Dick glances at Tim, who’s sitting very, very still. Bruce doesn’t notice anything yet—too distracted by the crowd. Jason is squinting at Danny like he’s seen a ghost.

And then it starts.

The final song.

A new one. Unreleased.

“I wasn’t gonna play this one,” Danny says, voice sharp with something bitter under the surface. “But I think I changed my mind.”

He nods at the band. They start playing.

The melody is upbeat—light, familiar. It’s Cupid’s Chokehold. People cheer. Some move to the melody.

And then—

Take a look at my girlfriend… She’s the only one I got…

Danny’s eyes flicker, sharp and glowing. His smile twists.

Not much of a girlfriend— I never seem to get a lot…

He stops singing for just a beat. Lets the music carry. Lets the tension build.

Then, clear as a bell:

Take a look at my boyfriend—

Spotlight.

It slams onto the VIP balcony. Onto Tim. Who freezes like a deer in the headlights.

He’s the only one I got.

The entire arena goes silent for half a second.

And then it erupts.

People are screaming. Phones come out. Tim is suddenly the most photographed man in Gotham. Jason shouts. Dick physically chokes on air. Steph screams “I KNEW IT!” while Cass just beams.

And Bruce? Bruce is staring at the stage like the math isn't mathing.

Danny doesn’t stop. He leans in.

He sings the rest of the song with so much love it’s almost cruel—every lyric like a thread being pulled.

He rewrites a few lines on the fly, just subtle enough:

She gets out when she wants ‘cause she’s strong like that He doesn’t need a cape, doesn’t need a mask— He’s already saved me just by being who he is.

And it’s not just a love song.

It’s a declaration. A confession. And, if you’re listening closely, an accusation.

Because every heartbreak song that came before it—the ones filled with rage and soft, splintering grief—suddenly make sense.

They weren’t just about some vague lost lover.

They were about Tim. And the family that never really saw him.

All that fury? That loneliness? That ache that threaded Danny’s albums?

It was theirs. Their behavior, their neglect, their silence. Turned into art. Turned into fire.

And Danny—Danny Fenton, whose voice can shake the world—just handed it back to them, live onstage, with a kiss blown to the boy sitting under the spotlight.

Tim covers his face with one hand. He’s laughing and crying and blushing hard.

Danny’s last note rings out, final and sharp. And the lights go out.

Backstage, later:

Tim shoves into Danny’s dressing room like a man possessed. “What was that?”

Danny’s taking off his mic pack, cool as ever. “Soft launch,” he says. “Or maybe the opposite.”

“You just outed us to the whole city.”

Danny shrugs. “They deserved to know.”

Tim sighs. Collapses into him. “You’re impossible.”

Danny kisses his temple. “You’re mine.”

And Tim—who clings to Danny like he was stitched into him—doesn’t disagree. He just holds on tighter.

Because the bats might be his family, sure.

But Danny? Danny’s home.

[theobjectivemind]

Harris 2024!!

[tswiftupdatess]

Tim Walz shouts out Taylor Swift at his rally in Wisconsin:

“Here’s my life hack for all the guys out there: surround yourself with smart women and listen to them and you’ll do just fine. That includes my fellow cat owner Taylor Swift. It’s really great to have all these women help us beat the smallest man in the world.”

(on September 14, 2024)