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Perspective's Sentence Starters; The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift (Part II)

GUILTY AS SIN?

I hadn't heard it in a while.

My boredom's bone deep.

This cage was once just fine.

Am I allowed to cry?

I dream of cracking locks.

Crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox.

I'm seeing visions.

Am I bad, or mad, or wise?

What if he's written "Mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

Oh, what a way to die.

I keep recalling things we never did.

Without ever touching his skin, how can I be guilty as sin?

There's no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions talk.

We've already done it in my head.

Why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?

What if I roll the stone away?

They're gonna crucify me anyway

What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly.

I choose you and me, religiously.

WHO'S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME?

You don’t get to tell me about sad.

If you wanted me dead you should’ve just said.

Nothing makes me feel more alive.

Who’s afraid of little old me?

You don’t get to tell me you feel bad.

Is it a wonder I broke?

Let’s hear one morе joke.

Then we could all just laugh until I cry.

I was tame, I was gentle till the circus life made me mean.

Don’t you worry folks, we took out all her teeth.

So tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?

Say they didn’t do it to hurt me, but what if they did?

I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me.

You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

All you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs.

I’m always drunk on my own tears, isn’t that what they all said?

I’ll sue you if you step on my lawn.

I’m fearsome, and I’m wretched and I’m wrong.

Put narcotics into all of my songs and that’s why you’re still singing along.

You lured me and you hurt me and you taught me.

You caged me and then you called me crazy.

I am what I am 'cause you trained me.

I CAN FIX HIM (NO REALLY I CAN)

The smoke cloud billows out his mouth like a freight train through a small town.

The jokes that he told across the bar were revolting and far too loud.

God, help her.

I told them he's my man

I can fix him, no, really, I can.

The dopamine races through his brain on a six-lane Texas highway.

His hands so calloused from his pistol softly traces hearts on my face.

I could see it from a mile away.

A perfect case for my certain skill set.

He had a halo of the highest gradе.

He just hadn't met me yеt.

Good boy, that's right.

Come close.

I'll show you Heaven if you'll be an angel, all mine.

Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man.

LOML

Who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames?

We were just kids, babe.

I don't mind, it takes time.

I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed.

I felt a glow like this, never before and never since.

If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary.

You said I'm the love of your life.

You took me to hell too.

A con man sells a fool a "get love quick" scheme.

I felt a hole like this, never before and ever since.

What we thought was for all time was momentary.

Mr. Steal-Your-Girl, then make her cry.

You shit-talked me under the table.

I wish I could unrecall how we almost had it all.

It was legendary.

It was momentary.

It was unnecessary.

Should've let it stay buried.

What a valiant roar.

What a bland goodbye.

The coward claimed he was a lion.

I'm combing through the braids of lies.

Our field of dreams engulfed in fire.

I'll still see until I die.

You're the loss of my life.

I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART

I can read your mind.

She's having the time of her life.

I can show you lies.

I'm a real tough kid.

I can handle my shit.

They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it till you make it" And I did.

Lights, camera, bitch, smile.

He said he'd love me all his life.

All the piеces of me shatterеd as the crowd was chanting "More".

I was grinnin' like I'm winnin'.

I can do it with a broken heart.

I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day.

I'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague.

I cry a lot, but I am so productive, it's an art.

You know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

I can hold my breath.

I've been doing it since he left.

I keep finding his things in drawers.

I didn't imagine the whole thing.

'Cause I'm miserable and nobody even knows.

THE SMALLEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED

Was any of it true?

Who the fuck was that guy?.

Now you know what it feels like

I don't even want you back.

I don't miss what we had.

Could someone give a message to the smallest man who ever lived?

You didn't measure up in any measurе of a man

Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

Were you writing a book?

Were you a sleeper cell spy?

In fifty years will all this be declassified?

You'll confess why you did it and I'll say, "Good riddance".

It wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden.

I would've died for your sins, instead I just died inside.

You deserve prison, but you won't get time.

You said normal girls were "boring", but you were gone by the morning.

You kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing.

You are what you did.

I'll forget you, but I'll never forgive.

THE ALCHEMY

This happens once every few lifetimes.

These chemicals hit me like white wine.

What if I told you I'm back?

The hospital was a drag.

Worst sleep that I ever had.

I circled you on a map.

I haven't come around in so long.

I'm coming back so strong.

Ditch the clowns, get the crown.

Baby, I'm the one to be.

The sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me.

Honestly, who are we to fight thе alchemy?.

Hey, you, what if I told you we'rе cool?

That child's play back in school is forgiven under my rule.

I'm making a comeback to where I belong

We've been on a winning streak.

There was no chance trying to be the greatest in the league.

He just comes, running over to me.

CLARA BOW

All your life, did you know, you'd be picked like a rose?

I'm not trying to exaggerate, but I think I might die if it happened to me.

No one in my small town thought I'd see the lights of Manhattan.

This town is fake but you're the real thing.

Take the glory, give everything.

Promise to be dazzling.

The crowd goes wild at her fingertips.

No one in my small town thought I'd meet these suits in LA.

You're the real queen.

You're the new god we're worshipping.

Beauty is a beast that roars down on all fours demanding more.

Only when your girlish glow flickers just so.

It's hell on earth to be heavenly.

Them's the brakes, they don't come gently.

You've got edge, she never did.

The future's bright, dazzling.

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which did surprise you, jack, did it not? why do it? although, i know why.

Anthony Boyle as Jack Barak in SHARDLAKE (2024)

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❛❛ watch it, lucy gray baird. you’re looking at certified, born and bred LA stock. ❜❜ her words carried no malice, only friendly teasing ─ the gleam in her hazy blue eyes and curve of her full mouth was proof of her fondness for the nashville crooner. usually one to gravitate so fully within her own world that what existed outside her own inner circle ceased to matter, daisy had been quick to care for the songbird. perhaps she'd seen a glimmer of her younger self within the artist, or perhaps she'd wished to shelter her from the cruelty of the business. ( or from the men who haunted its shadowed corners. ) ❛❛ no offense taken, though. you’re a sight for sore eyes too. ❜❜

the house, owned by some record label employee or other, was full of distractions; familiar but unnameable faces seeking her gaze, temptations both in human form and not languishing in every corner, & an increasingly inviting infinity pool in the backyard. the copper-haired singer considered every single one of these distractions while sipping her stolen drink, before at last diverting her gaze back to the true object of her attention. ❛❛ now tell me, songbird. what on earth has brought you to the city of angels? ❜❜

       ROUGH CROWD,   NOTHING SHE WASN'T USED TO.   still the songstress' voice may carry through an arena but she was a small thing.   small enough that a well timed breeze could toss her off kilter.   a torrent of auburn like a new autumn day sweeps her out of harm's way then and she is whisked inside the darkened club.   ❛   daisy girl   ━     ❜   a breath of relief,   her sweet burnt sugar voice nearly getting lost in the flurry of music around them.   ❛   aren't you a sight for sore eyes? these LA folks are no joke.   ❜   the covey were a long way from nashville now,   which was by no means their hometown,   but it felt more familiar than the valley with all its glamor and excess.  

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She closes her eyes. He probably won’t be back, she thinks. Or he will, differently. What they have now they can never have again. But for her the pain of loneliness will be nothing to the pain she used to feel, of being unworthy. He brought her goodness like a gift and now it belongs to her. Meanwhile his life opens out before him in all directions at once. They’ve done a lot of good for each other. Really, she thinks, really. People can really change one another. You should go, she says, I’ll always be here. You know that.

NORMAL PEOPLE (2020) dir. Lenny Abrahamson, Hettie Macdonald

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she had cracked the dam and welcomed the flood, remained a steady float in the waters of his emotional waste; forever she would remain someone to hang onto in the midst of the waves, the only harbour where he could truly rest and breathe. in the relaxed state of his shoulders one could see the peace she had granted him, the fact that he had gone to new york and completed the creative writing program only further proof of her magic touch. he had always felt that what she had done for him far triumphed what he had done for her, that their relationship had evolved into an unfair exchange. but this, he knew deep within his bones, she would deny ─ in her lovely stubborn lilt she would remind him of his worth, what his existence meant not only to the world but to her. the effect he had, even when he thought he had done nothing and been no one.

❛❛ I lost you, too, when I left. ❜❜ but then, isn’t that what love is? to grieve & feel her absence like a physical wound even on his happiest day, when the memory of an old love should have been long forgotten? ❛❛ you were right, I would be okay. going to new york was the right choice. ❜❜ 

she’d turned away from him, arms curled around herself as if she was cold, or to protect herself from his words. his hand ached at his side, limbs yearning to reach out to her ─ what she’d wanted so deeply from him before now came so easily to him, the need to touch her a steady simmer at his core.

❛❛ but so was coming back here now, coming back to you. ❜❜ he tucked his hands into his pockets, shuffling after her with a bent head. his eyes were almost glossy, silently pleading with her as they sought her gaze. ❛❛ I don't care where I am. marianne, the only place I want to be is with you. ❜❜

You're the loss of my life. (connell, for marianne!)

she would spent the rest of her life wondering about him, she knew that. having been a girl always out of reach of everything else, always with a sheet of glass between herself and the rest of the world, she knew that losing him meant the equivalent of losing the key to the lock that gave way to the expanse of the entire world to her. marianne has always struggled to make herself real, to see herself as a person in this world and one of value within her existence at that, until connell not only looked at her but talked to her - touched the unmarked skin of hers and made her realise the glass between her and the rest of the world could break, could be rendered to nothing, could be nothing but an illusion. he made her learn this to be a truth, and now he had the extraordinary power to rip it away from her again because she has given that to him, too. all of her was his, would remain his for longer than she may like, but she knew that too. there was no way around it and there never would be.

connell would always be the end to her beginning, the other side of a thread she always thought would lead nowhere but now knows leads towards him, would always lead towards him, which is precisely why she couldn't keep her wondering alive in front of him. she had to be - something, cold and unattached, hiding the excess of her pain beneath a sorry smile as she looks at him now. he is always so close to the surface, bearing himself for her like he wants to be autopsied by her hands, and she can't give him the same image of her in return right now. " you can't say this now. you can't - you can't do this to me now, connell. " managed through the half-mooned smile, a mask breaking as always around him. curling her arms around herself, marianne turns away from him. " i already lost you once. i lost you again. so you can't say it now when i saw you leaving me months ago. "

╰ the tortured poets cliffnotes, accepting.

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jack tamer/laine i love youuu

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haven't been here nor on alina much lately ( the transition from winter to spring has been stressful!! ) but what if i add jack from a river enchanted...

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Lewis Pullman in Water Rises

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❛❛ who are you calling a creep── I’m just being attentive! ❜❜ he combatted, the tone of teasing still lacing his voice even when he was shoved away. pardon him for being a nice guy, worried about a pal’s declining health! no matter his own personal interest and intrigue, of course. a chuckle nearly slipped from his smirking mouth at the sight of ken’s uncharacteristically flustered face, but he reigned it in, certain the sound of his laugh would only further irritate him. ❛❛ my boss, he’s got a lab, alright? would be a lot shorter of a wait than going down to a&e, not to mention cheaper. ❜❜ he explained, tiptoeing the line between generous and desperate.

marcus was well aware of the moral ethics of science and the weight of consent in research, & how he’d not only crossed the line but gleefully spat at it — yet he could not find it within himself to care all that much, for it was a matter of life or death. if not for ken, then surely for the future of the vampires. he thinks of james, saved from the clutches of the grim reaper only for the scythe to yank him back at the eleventh hour, & tries not to remember the sound of his last breath as he passed in his arms.

❛❛ this asshole is just a friend concerned about your health. or acquaintance, whatever floats your boat! ❜❜ here he winked, shrugging his shoulders as he fell back into step with the blonde. ❛❛ but if you don’t want my help, that’s fine. your choice, mate. wanna go grab a pint instead, then? ❜❜

when an arm swooped down around his shoulder, it rocked any semblance of peace he might have enjoyed that day, his reaction was swift and predictably instant with his temperature running up hot, and this he was most certain, was hardly the thing that would shock marcus whitmore today. ‘ you fucking creep— ’ the words snapped like rubber to skin from the shock of touch, followed by his hands as they came up: first to slap away the hand at his temple, and then to press over the other man's chest to promptly shove him a few good steps away. kenneth's characteristically inscrutable face ( that one of course, the one pinched with constant irritation and foregone compromise ) was now down to cinders, a familiar simmering that left his throat flushed. ‘ marcus! piss off. ’

a few dozen heads turned their way. a mother covered her child's ears. a man grunted as if they didn't exist. the park seemed momentarily at a standstill before his calculated scowl took rounds, and encouraged the watchful parties to resume or else. reliably hateful, he straightened down his jacket and turned his disbelief back to whitmore. ‘ i didn't mean to yell, ’ he said, though he didn't mean a word of it, and caught the bright front of the other man's collar. ‘ next time i'll just punch your lights out. real class act, asshole, what do you think you're doing? ’

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obsessed with this photo of marcus from the show. why does he look both 14 and 44 at the same time

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VICTORIA PEDRETTI as LOVE QUINN You (2018— )

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thinking about canon era kath and how the only way she "reinstates her femininity" (because pursuing a career obviously meant she was incriminating her femininity lmao) is the way she physically presents: matching dresses and hats in tones of purple, pink and red. while pleasant homes was a hallmark of the women's rights movement, kath's apartment is a mess: notebooks, papers, books everywhere; unwashed dishes on every imaginable tabletop, tackled only at the end of the week or the beginning of the next; minimal decorations, perhaps a jack kelly sketch or two pinned to the walls at maximum; her bed forever unmade; typewriter askew on the kitchen table, which in turn is covered in circles of melted wax candles.

modern kath does a better job of balancing the public and domestic sphere. obviously when she grows up in the 1990s she isn't groomed to be a housewife the way she is in the 1890s, and thus does not revolt as intensely against historically feminine-aligned chores such as housekeeping ─ but she is still unorganised, messy and a horrible cook.

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my approach to my adow muses are on contrasting ends of the spectrum: for marcus i'm sticking pretty close to canon with very few divergences, whereas with diana i'm taking the bare bones, running wild and operating mainly on vibes

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Wherever there’s trouble, there’s a de Clermont. What were you doing at the auction house? I’ll ask you the same question.

A DISCOVERY OF WITCHES Season 2, Episode 4

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❛❛   hands off, she's with me ─ !!   ❜❜      one arm collided with the bouncer's chest, easily shoving him away from the girl at her side. the other settled round her shoulders. daisy pulled her close, like a sparrow under her wing, and led her through the doors and into the party. from a waiter's abandoned tray she snatched two glasses of unknown liqour, taking one reckless taste before offering one to lucy gray with a smile. ❛❛ songbirds like us── we've got to have each other's back. ❜❜

𓆩 — starter call • @cybervale

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❛❛   hey, don't come down here!   ❜❜      a warning and a prayer, all wrapped up in this one sentence. her brows furrowed in her attempt to see him clearly, but his figure blended in with the alleyway's long shadows. in fact she hadn't seen him at all, but she'd felt him: an ever-encroaching figure to her left, their vibrations a mounting sensation deep within her spine. some instinctual need to protect herself had triggered another cataclysmic event, and her hands shook with the might it took to reign it in ─ if only momentarily. if need be she would direct the quake inwards again, shattered bones and bruised ribs be damned.

❛❛ you need to leave── ! I don't want hurt you. ❜❜

𓆩 — starter call • @spidergene

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it was said that patience is a virtue, but marcus had never been good at waiting. even now he tapped his foot impatiently as he scrolled mindlessly through newspaper websites. in truth there was no use for keen observation ( if ken were here marcus would have heard him, his heartbeat a signifier of his presence long before his visage would appear ) yet he paused his reading to cast a searching glance around far more often than natural. as if clockwork, a familiar sound rose above the murmur of anonymous arrythmia, and his gaze caught onto a head of blonde curls amidst the crowd dispersed along the entrance to the neighbourhood park.

❛❛   there you are!   ❜❜      he'd jogged across the street the moment he'd recognised him, maintaining a mundane speed and a grin about his mouth. when he caught up he slung an arm around ken's shoulders in greeting. before he would inevitably be pushed off him marcus checked his temperature with his wrist pressed against his forehead, the tone of his voice teasing as he spoke. ❛❛ you're running a little hot, could be a fever. won't you let me take a bit of your blood and run some tests? ❜❜

𓆩 — starter call • @daylighter