#I’m seeing Taylor on the 9th

[cordelia-cardale]

I’ve finally seen THE CLIP and I’m not well

This and the “come with me” had me swooning but I was holding it together

But THIS?

With ZERO warning??? Like I’M SORRY? This has me dead in my grave

[abooklover]

I know we’ve just got speak now tv, but as an insatiable person always looking for more I am like certain that we’re going to get 1989 tv or an announcement for it in august.

[cardsharksplayingames]

S/O to @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes for documenting speeches so I could comb through them to find these options :)

[natsfirecat]

Timeless

so.... i know i said i was done writing fics HOWEVER this is actually a birthday present for one of my friends and i’m posting it here for convenience i am definitely not going back to writing fics i swear 😭

also timeless is a slay and very fic-worthy!!

so yeah, natasha romanoff x fem reader inspired by timeless by taylor swift

have fun besties!

-

"No! Stay with me! Just stay with me Y/N!"

You could hear the terrified voice of your wife. You desperately tried to reach out to her, to tell her everything would be okay. You wanted to comfort her in her moment of need, yet you couldn't do that and it was killing you.

Once again, you tried to reach for her. She was running alongside you in the stretcher, ignoring the doctors orders for her to leave.

The fear in her eyes was breaking you. If only you could hold her until she was alright, and kiss her until she smiled.

Once you went through a door leading to a long, dark hallway, your view of her got smaller and smaller just as her cries began to drown out. You wanted to keep looking at her, to do anything possible to make her feel better.

But there was nothing you could do when you felt a sharp prick and your vision faded to an endless white empty space.

-

"Miss L/N? Your letter is ready."

You looked down at your long dress, going just past your ankles; if it weren't for your heels, it would've dragged on the floor. You felt your hair pulled back in a tight bun, almost pulling the skin on your face. You wore glasses that sat on the tip of your nose, clearly doing nothing for your vision.

You looked around, scanning the room. Everyone else was dressed the same.

You walked forward toward the voice calling you, then locked eyes with the man carrying an envelope. He handed it to you with an expressionless face. So, you took the letter and walked out of the mailroom.

You didn't open the letter yet, though. That was for later.

So now, you were in the crowded streets of the city. You held the letter close to your chest, walking through the crowd.

Your gaze strayed toward the sky, and the tall buildings in the distance. Soon, you would be home to open your letter-

"Hey!"

You stumbled back, realizing you had bumped into the woman now glaring at you.

"I am sorry," you told her. "I wasn't looking in front of me, when I should have."

"Yes," she agreed. "You should have."

You stared at her for a few moments. Her red hair stood out against her dark gray dress, and her green eyes shone in the light.

After a minute or so, the beautiful woman's gaze softened.

"What do you have there?" She asked.

You smiled, then decided to open it right then in front of the beautiful woman.

July 9th, 1944

Y/N L/N,

We are pleased to inform you that your application to the United States Army has been accepted. In The Great War, we need soldiers of all kind. Even women, if that is what it takes for the Allied Powers to take victory. You shall arrive at training base at the end of the month, on July 31st.

See you soon, soldier.

United States Army

"I'm going to war," you told the beautiful woman, holding the letter up for her to see.

Her face dropped. "You told me you have a death sentence, and yet I don't even know your name."

"Y/N," you said. "Y/N L/N. And you, Miss?"

"Natasha Romanoff," she replied. "And don't call me Miss."

"Well then, I hope to see you around, Natasha."

"Indeed, Y/N."

-

Three days had passed since you found out you were going to war. You hadn't told a soul, other than the beautiful woman Natasha.

So now, you decided to get yourself a cup of coffee. You certainly wouldn't be getting any while at war, so you might as well make the most of your time here.

The bell rang as you swung the door open, alerting everyone inside the shop of your presence. The first thing you noticed, was the familiar red hair from three days earlier.

She sat up straighter, looked you in the eye, then looked at the seat across from her at the table. She didn't say anything, though.

Once she broke eye contact, you made your way to the counter to order your coffee. Once you handed the barista the cash, you walked back to Natasha's table and sat down.

"Nice surprise seeing you here," she said, smiling ever so slightly.

"Well, I suppose I deserve a few coffees before I fight in the war."

Her face dropped and she looked down at the table. "Yes... I suppose you do."

"Aw, lighten up, Natasha! I want to do my part in the fight! Besides, I believe I can survive!"

"How can you be so sure?"

You were quiet for a moment, then held your arm up. Flexing your muscles, you scooted closer to her.

"I have the body of a fighter, you see!" You even motioned your arm closer to her face, prompting her to reach out and feel your upper-arm.

"You have the body of a woman..."

"That I do. Both things can be true, Natasha!"

She laughed, harder than she expected. In fact, she laughed so hard that she choked on her coffee. Her laughs soon turned into coughing as your smug look turned into a look of concern.

Once she confirmed she was alright, you heard your name and coffee order at the counter. So, you stood up, grabbed your drink, and walked back to her table.

"I'm thinking of taking my coffee home..." you said, thinking out loud.

Natasha frowned. "I've been enjoying our conversations though."

"You would take yours too! And we shall both go to my apartment and continue our conversations there!"

She smiled, then nodded after a minute. "I would like that."

"Wonderful."

The two of you stood up at the same time, walked out the door together, and began walking through the crowded streets.

"Where do you live?" She asked.

"Not far," you replied. "Just the second building on the left!"

Soon enough, you reached the wooden doors across the Cornelia Street sign. You unlocked your door, then motioned for Natasha to enter your home.

"Wow..." she said. "You live here? By yourself?"

"Yes," you said. "I do live alone."

You led her to the living room, then put your coffee on the table in front of the couch before sitting down.

"Based on your words, I'm assuming you don't live alone?" You said, once she sat down next to you.

"I do not," she replied. "But I don't live with a man; I live with my sister, Yelena."

"That sounds lovely."

"It is... we have each other. My sister is far more reliable than any man could be, and we'll always have each other."

"Do you ever wish to marry?"

"No... I was set to marry a man when I was 18, but I refused. I didn't want anyone else to have control over me. My parents disowned me shortly after, so I took Yelena with me and ran away."

You noticed tears building up in her eyes as she told her story. You set your coffee down, then reached to her and ran your thumb across her cheek to wipe the tear.

"So tell me your story, Y/N," she said with a soft laugh. "Why do you live alone?"

"My parents died when I was young, and I never found myself to be one who falls for men or wants a husband..."

"Oh."

"I'm not unhappy, though."

"Are you sure? You're a woman and you're enlisting to fight in the war..."

"Well, I'm happy right now with you, am I not?"

A moment of silence passed. Both you and Natasha took several sips of your coffee before locking eyes again.

"I'm glad I met you, Y/N."

"Me too, Natasha."

"I'll miss you when you leave for war."

"I still have some time... you know where I live now. You're welcome at any time."

She grinned. "Good to know."

-

Natasha had visited your home on Cornelia Street twice since you first brought her there. And now, she was on her way again. She held two coffees in her hand as she knocked on the wooden door.

You opened the door with a smile, wasting no time in letting her in.

"I've had quite a bit of coffee with you lately, Natasha." You said, laughing.

"Didn't you say you wanted to drink more coffee before you went to war?"

"I did, yes..."

She handed you the cup, then made her way toward your living room where you sat on the couch together.

You had a radio on the table, broadcasting a baseball game. She leaned closer to you, resting her head on your shoulder as you sat and listened to the end of the game.

Neither of you made any noise apart from the occasional sips of coffee. Instead, you found comfort in the silence and listened to the game. She kept her head on your shoulder though, which you enjoyed.

You even leaned your head against the top of hers after you set your coffee down. Your chest was warm, and it felt as if it spread throughout your body. This was what it meant to be warm on the inside, and you felt it with Natasha.

When the game was over, you stood up to turn the radio off and then sat down by Natasha again.

"I've had a thought," you told her.

"Tell me."

"There are times where I wish I could've been born a man..."

"Why is that?"

"Well, I'm a woman who lives alone and doesn't wish to fall for a man. But if I were a man, I would be allowed the privilege to fall in love with a beautiful woman like you."

She paused, smiling widely.

"Who says you have to be a man for that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're a woman fighting in the war. Who says you can't be a woman who falls for other women?"

Now, the warmth in your body turned to heat as blood rushed to your cheeks. You felt your heart pounding against your chest, almost causing your hands to shake.

"In that case, I believe I have found myself falling for you, Natasha."

She smiled, wider than ever before. She leaned closer to you, wrapping her arms around your neck.

"We're the same." She told you. "I'm a woman who falls for other women... and I'm falling for you, Y/N."

The heat in your body was increasing, and now your hands began actually shaking. Natasha noticed your nerves, and gave a reassuring smile in response. Seconds felt like hours as you stared into one another's eyes.

You felt yourself inching closer bit by bit, and yet you were still too far away from her. You brought your hands up to cup her face, prompting her to lean even closer to you.

Now, your foreheads were touching. You never imagined it was possible to fall for another woman, but there was something about Natasha from the moment you met her in the crowded streets of 1944.

Finally, your lips met. You weren't sure who closed the gap, but your lips were on hers and you were kissing. For a second, you stayed still and took in the moment that you had kissed the woman you were falling for.

Another second passed, and you began to move your lips against hers. She did the same, keeping her arms around your neck.

Eventually, you felt her tongue swipe over your lips. So you opened your mouth ever so slightly, and she began to explore your mouth with her own. You kept your hands on her face this entire time, even when your body felt like it might explode.

You lost all perception of time in the kiss, so you weren't sure how long your lips were on hers when she finally pulled back.

"Thank you..." she said softly.

"Thank you?"

"For not paying attention to your surroundings that day, and bumping into me that day..."

You leaned in and kissed her again, only this time it was fairly quick.

"Stay with me." You told her. "Stay with me here until I leave."

She looked at you, clearly weighing her options as she thought about everything. After what felt like an eternity of silence, she replied.

"Okay..." she said. "But I must talk to Yelena first. She also wishes to never marry a man, but she's not completely like us, either."

"I understand," you replied. "So long as I get to spend my remaining time here with you."

"And you shall."

-

After spending the last week and a half with Natasha, the day of your departure was finally here. She held you close in your bed, kissing all over your neck and shoulders.

"Don't go," she said between kisses.

"I must go, darling."

"Stay here with me. We can stay together with each other knowing we will never marry men. They will never know about us and our true feelings."

You sighed, then smiled. "If I had the choice, I would stay with you. But now that I've been enlisted, I have no choice."

"Then run," she said. "Run away with me. They won't prioritize looking for you in the middle of the war, they'll find other soldiers!"

"I can't take that risk... you could get in trouble too if they knew you were hiding me, and I can't let that happen."

"I accept that risk though!"

"Well... I don't."

You leaned in and kissed her. "I'm sorry, Natasha. But if I could go back and do it all over, I would've done the same thing; then I would've gone to the post office to get my letter and bumped into you on the street. These last few weeks have been the greatest of my life, and I wouldn't trade them for the world."

By now, she had tears streaming down her face. So you kissed her forehead and wiped them with your thumbs.

"I'll come back to you, Natasha."

"Promise?"

"I promise. I have you to fight for, to live for. In the meantime, you may stay here whenever you'd like."

"Then I must say goodbye here..." she said quietly. "I can't say goodbye in public and act like I haven't fallen in love with you in just this short time..."

"I understand," you replied, feeling your own tears bubbling up.

So you both stood up, and she immediately leaned in to kiss you. Only she was kissing you like never before, making sure every cell in your body knew how she felt about you.

"I'm going to write letters every day," she said.

"And I'll read them every night."

You kissed again.

"My love for you is timeless, Natasha," you said. "Timeless."

-

A few hours later, you entered the training facility with other recruits. Obviously you were the only woman, but you weren't scared. You would prove yourself and get through this and fight. And then you would get back to Natasha.

To your surprise, a voice you only heard on the radio was now speaking in front of you.

"Welcome, L/N." Captain America said. "Congratulations on being our first woman recruit."

"Thank you," you replied.

"Nervous?" He asked.

"A little." You admitted. "I just have someone I need to come home to alive..."

"I understand that," he said, motioning you to walk with him. "Fight for that someone. When you're on the battlefield wounded and bleeding out, let them be the one to get you through it. Let them be timeless."

"Yeah," you agreed. "Timeless."

-

Your eyes popped open as you jolted awake. You were in what seemed like an endless white room.

"Natasha!" You called. "Natasha! I'm here for you!"

Despite your continuous calls, there was no reply. But soon enough, the endless white hallway turned into something else.

You were walking through an old street, yet it was completely empty. The first thing to catch your eyes was an antique shop, so you opened the door and walked in

To your surprise, the shop was empty too. But you didn't leave.

You looked to the counter, noticing a cardboard box. It read: Photos: 25 cents each

You picked up the model picture, looking closely; the black and white photo showed Natasha in a wedding dress being held by another woman: you.

You smiled, then set the picture down. You walked out of the shop, and back into the endless white room.

Once again, your surroundings changed.

Now, it appeared you were standing outside near a high school. Two teenagers stepped out of the car, standing in front of the the entrance. Two girls, one with bright red hair and another with Y/H/C.

The banned flashed the year '1958' with bright colors. The teenagers held hands, smiling for the pictures.

You continued walking forward, until the endless white room brought you to yet another old empty shop.

The first thing you saw was an old book covered in cobwebs. The cover was solid red with pictures of castles in the background.

You flipped to the first page and red the opening sentence: This is a love story between Princess Natasha and Lady Y/N.

You put the book down and exited the shop. Now, you were standing in front of an old mansion. Horse carriages surrounded the building, but you noticed the light from the upstairs room and the beautiful woman looking out the window.

You entered the house, as if invisible to everyone standing guard. You made your way up the stairs, letting your instinct take over.

When you opened the right door, the same woman ran to you and threw her arms around you.

"Y/N, you're here!"

"Natasha..."

When she pulled back, you could see that she had been crying.

"What is it?" You asked.

"Father says I am to be married before 1522... that gives us two years left before we can't sneak to be together anymore."

You took both her hands in yours, then leaned in for a soft kiss. "Even if you're forced to marry someone else, you'll always be mine, Natasha. We're timeless, remember?"

That seemed to make her feel a bit better. She leaned in to kiss you again.

"Timeless," she agreed.

Just then, everything around you turned back into the endless white room.

"Natasha!" You called out. "Natasha!"

Suddenly, all the memories of your accident came flooding back to you: You were an Avenger. You married Natasha three years ago and you worked side-by-side with the team.

You were on a mission together, and there was an ambush. As soon as you heard the sound of a gun cocking you put your arm in front of your wife and stepped in front of her.

You remembered the burning feeling as the bullet ripped through your stomach. But what haunted you even more was the sound of Natasha's screams as you fell against her and she saw the blood.

You had to get back to her. You couldn't leave her. Even if it wasn't the same life, you promised Natasha in 1944 that you would come back to her. There's no way in hell you would break that promise in any lifetime.

"Y/N!" You heard the familiar voice, but it sounded distorted.

"Natasha!" You called back.

"Y/N!" It was a bit clearer this time.

"Natasha! I'm coming back to you!"

"Y/N..." you could hear her... you were with her.

-

When you opened your eyes, your wife wasted no time in throwing herself into the hospital bed to hug you. It hurt your bullet wound, but you didn't care.

She immediately started crying, and hugged you tighter.

"I thought I lost you," she said through tears. "You can't leave me, Y/N."

"I'm sorry I scared you," you told her. "But I'm never going to leave you. Not now, and not in any lifetime."

She tilted her head to the side in confusion.

"We're timeless, Natasha." You said. "I'll love you when we have gray hair, and you'll say we were timeless. Hell, you still would've been mine if we met on a crowded street in 1944. We're timeless, Nat."

"Okay," she said, still crying. "Timeless, then."

"'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this. So even in a different life, you still would've been mine."

"Timeless," she said, softly smiling.

"I love you, as our love is timeless."

You loved her here, you loved her from meeting her in a crowded street in 1944, you loved her in 1958 when you went to a high school dance together, you loved her in the 1500's in a foreign land when she was to be forced to marry someone else. You and Natasha truly were timeless.

[chezzabellesworld]

Celebrity feuds aren’t they just the best they one of my favourite things ever even if they are PR drummed up or they are for real full of the times I do believe that they are real and then they play into the more to get the publicity to make money on both ends, we see here, Joan Crawford and Betty David The original enemies and I believe they had the same inside of moon and rising and often in industry when you have a conjunction, it can often make you butt heads when you have the same sunshine, same moonshine, same, same sign that conjunct each other, it can make you feel in competition with that person. It can make you feel that you feel your bad traits in them, but also your good traits. say Joan and Betty, we’re both Aries suns Gemini, moons and Scorpio rising, which surely you can see in the bottom picture gives Scorpio eyes, the crosses also give Aries, there’s a lot of mars energy here,and mercury feuding which makes me believe it

Brittany and Christina are both Sagittarians, and as I said on the whole thing with synastry ,,that’s hard Brittany is a libra, rising Christina’s an Aquarius rising , physical body would fall into Britney Spears is eighth house ninth house which a lot of feuds there seems to be a lot of 9th house synastry which means there’s room for growth, it’s just made me realise something with my ex he his son was in my 8/9 house. I didn’t feel a particular way about him but he definitely fell a particular way about me. I do believe you had a jealousy about him to me but I thought also how to flamed him so maybe like I said on a previous post, Azelia Banks was right it is a lovers tiff. Crawford, supposedly had a thing with Marilyn Monroe if you want to believe that that’s quite creepy to me.

Taylor and Kanye are opposite signs. Another opposition here he is a Gemini and she is a Sagittarius. There’s a lot of Sagittarius and Gemini energy here the mutable energy can be like that they’re not always the most reliable people and they’re not always the most loyal people. Let’s face it, but I’m going to post more feuds of people and see where we get. 

[maitaiwiththecorpses]

letters to him

Thank you all for voting so much, so without further ado, all five parts of letters to him!

letters to him (natalya)- April 9th, 2024

dear,

dearest,

my dearest,

but not anymore

because you see we can’t seem to stop fighting

it’s like we’re always at war.

it used to be cute back when we were

Love,

Loved,

Loving (?)

of each other

but perhaps it’s just me pushing

all that love down the gutter

i’m a prude and so crude and you can’t seem to make up your mind about me

i piss you off, and damn i’m so off and Miss. Rachiminoff in your shadow

treated like a little sister and despised by all of your misters

‘aggressive, much?’ You asked one noon and I knew in that moment all I was to you,

an exotic little girl who begged for your plastic spoon

the promise of life and death and “fly me to the moon”

and when my heart pumped blood enough to be fuel to our moon

you made me your Monna Vanna and wrote me as a fool

letters to him (sabrina)- April 9th, 2024

little poem little lie

what a beast, ‘Here She Lies’

three time’s the charm

that’s a damn lie

I tried once,

twice,

five thousand times

their screams and cries inside these walls

bounce around like his favorite tennis ball

“NO”

one more time

“NO”

just one more

“NO”

i’m on the floor wishing it would all just stop.

you threaten me after hearing my words

languages i never thought you’d learn

swears that we promised in the dead of the night would never spurn from your mouth to mine

on the ground, in the air, right in front of us to plead with sighs

you to took my image and ground me to the core

and now all that’s left is some numbskulled-whore

letters to him (olivia)- April 10th, 2024

Rageful women never get far

darling, maybe that was our destined start

Me, to rule with a crown full of tears and a head full of hope

You, to strike me down with all of my fears and the promise of a tantalizing grown man

someone to come home

but

Teenage girls never get far

and baby, that’s what’s been wrong from the start

You, expecting perfect

Me, thinking it too

i wish i could come home

but

After everything I said to you?

letters to him (taylor)- April 10th, 2024

Speak the words that nobody else does

I wonder how long these words were unsaid

Passive belonging and talk of my talent

You never believed it till I softly said,

“Come for me at the dusk and the dawn,

Where the daylight bends and the rivers are gone

How come women are weak when it’s time to move on?

Every regret has its own mournful song”

And to keep in the light from this shadowed world

I decided no regrets are spared on men with subpar clothes

Maybe a king would have mercy, or even a queen

But a goddess primordial no man has ever seen.

letters to him (lizzie)- April 10th, 2024

It takes time to put aside

Every painful boy

Till one comes up and says “that’s love” with a shrug and a mournful smile

He reminded me of nebulas

And galaxies

And stars that were tested with time

At this point most people think the list is over, but I've only just described his eyes

It’s like the sun found a boy and said,

“you will walk my earth,

and with that blessing,

may your very heart

be that of Hestia’s hearth”

And then they pulled him from fiction, and put him in the rain

Those eyes of galaxies and stars that could never know such pain.

He waited patiently till monster turned friend,

And when found by a hunter, he predicted their crooked end.

I know when I get too dark I should avoid his gaze

But for him, I’d waste every birthday wish, loose eyelash, and every single star

And if he doesn’t want my stars and wishes, like the ones in his eyes,

I’ll pack up my letters

And kiss him goodbye

[chickawah23]

I Can See You MV observations

Everyone covered a bunch of the Easter eggs and image symbolism I was gonna point out for the ICSY MV. So instead I’m going to just say I’m glad she leaned into the heist motif. It’s fun. And I’m going to just ramble on about stuff I noticed.

There’s a K on the wall in the van with a post-it under it.

The July 9th 1:38am time stamp feels so interesting. It’s like an easy reference to 20 mins before the moment in Last Kiss

“I still remember the look on your face. Lit through the darkness at 1:58. The words that you whispered for just us to know. You told me you loved me, so why did you go away?”

“I do recall now, the smell of the rain fresh on the pavement, I ran off the plane. That July ninth, the beat of your heart. It jumps through your shirt, I can still feel your arms.”

While also placing this heist one day into the future from when the video premiered. Like the heist hasn’t happened yet. She definitely could’ve released this mv during KC night 2’s show to line up with the date but she did it a day in advance. Just interesting.

Maybe it’s to draw attention to the tenths place 3 and 5 like TS3 and TS5 is next which is supported by the sign on the bridge as they drive off.

She’s definitely going to bring back the Bad Blood crew for 1989 tv. Like there is no question she has to.

The only lines from the song the actors mouth are “I can see you” by Presley in the van. And “Quiet” by Joey King to Taylor Lautner who doesn’t mouth any of the lyrics he just drops in and says sorry. Strangely enough this reminded me of the Capital One commercial when Speak Now taylor tells 1989 Taylor she’s being too loud. Like they can see each other. Yadayadaya

[yoongisholli]

Introduction: rain

Hello, hello, my name is Holli and I am the brightest star in my own universe.

A bit about me…

My name is Holli and I’m fascinated by all things manifestation and reality shifting. It is no lie when I tell you it consumes most of my thoughts. And as sad as that sounds it is actually quite great, do what you love, you’ll never work a day.

A little more…

More? Well I suppose I could tell you that I am a Capricorn sun and moon, and a cancer rising. I am a big fan of coke,Pepsi (especially that cherry) and doctor pepper. My birthday is on the 9th of January. I have a cat and a dog.

Music

Music: BTS, woodz, the rose, txt, MARINA, Taylor swift, Kard, stray kids, rosé, elast.

Books

Books: anything on manifestation I can find (I have a few), I also enjoy reading stuff about paranormal activity (personal favourite is called the paranormal files).

Other

Well… I really like to watch modern family, ghosts (uk and us), marvel movies, K-pop variety shows, run BTS, K-pop documentaries.

This account??

This account is strictly meant for me posting about my desired realities and my shifting journey. However a lot of this blog will also be discussing manifestation as it is a great passion of mine as well. My journey with the universe and my own personal spirituality will be documented here.

See you! Next time remember to bring an umbrella! ☂️

[youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

Don't Let Me Go (Part 3)

Words: 1660

Warnings: language, talk of alcohol/alcohol consumption, regret, Leon being a dick but for a kinda good reason, people may be mad at reader cause of what she does but whatever idc this is my fucking story, maybe ooc characters and probably bad writing

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This also was originally written for my OC Tiffany (Whose info on her/original story will eventually be available on this account @imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters )

Leon and Hunnigan are PROBABLY OOC (as I suck at not being able to keep them from being OOC)

Actually find it fucking insane how long this thing is all together

This is it in multi-part form: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

This is it in one part form

Reader and Leon are partners with their job (have been since 2004/2005) and is insinuated to be around the same height as Leon

Not Proof-read and I think it can be seen every once and a while (I know you can see where my brain couldn't function how to write the scene so I just guessed and hoped for the best)

Can be read as its own story or as a sequel to You’re About To Lose The Best Damn Thing You’ve Ever Had

Losely has themes from the songs Never Say Never by The Fray, No Surprises by Radiohead, Afterglow by Taylor Swift, and Look After You by The Fray

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

March 9th of 2009

Y/N's POV

Beeping. That was all she could hear. Her entire body was sore, feeling like she had been dropped from the top of a building. After a few moments of trying, she finally was able to open her eyes. But she instantly regretted it as the bright fluorescents welcomed her. She groaned as they tried to adjust to the brightness. She looked around and suddenly realized that she was in a hospital. That was the reason for the beeping as she realized how hooked up she was. 

Her throat felt dry and like something had been pulled from there. She moved her head to the side and let out a shocked gasp when she saw who was by her. She thought she had been dreaming. That the fever she knew she had from the infection that she knew had happened from the terrible keep of her cut had made her imagine he was there. That he had been the one to save her. 

She felt her hand move to reach out to him, but she dropped it when she heard the sound of the door opening. A lady, probably around her grams’s age, walked in. She had a soft smile on her face when she looked at Y/N and walked closer to her. Y/N watched as the lady began fiddling with one of the bags that she assumed was liquids to keep her from getting dehydrated. 

“You’re very lucky that boy got to you when he did.” The lady turned to her, “He’s a keeper, that one. He hasn’t left this hospital except for the one time me and another nurse forced him to get a hotel and sleep properly.”

“He’s just my partner--no, wait, he...I don’t know.” It hurt to speak, it felt like she hadn’t used her voice in years.

The lady raised a brow, “I doubt whatever he did will last long. You’ve been here a week and he’s had chances to go back to DC, but he’s stayed here.”

“Where is here? And what day is it?”

“You’re in Vancouver, it’s March 9th. Do you know the year?”

“2009?”

“Good, who’s your President?”

She genuinely had no idea. Graham had ended his Presidency a few months ago and she still had to learn the new guy's name. Only did she know the Vice-President. “I haven’t learned his name yet, but the Vice-President is Adam Benford, he used to be the CIA Director.”

“Hm, I guess that works.” The nurse chuckled, “You sure know a lot about him.”

She looked at Leon, “Yeah...the two of them are friends.”

“I should have expected that. Well sweetheart, we have you on a morphine drip to--”

“I-I can’t have morphine in large doses. It affects me worse than dilaudid.”

The lady took a look at her file and sighed, “Well I be damned, the nurse who did this completely ignored that it says no morphine.” She looked at Y/N, “I’m going let the head nurse know and we’ll get you switched onto, dilaudid you said? It works with no issue

“Yeah, every time it’s worked in the past it's been with no issues.”

“Alright.” She wrote something down, “I’ll be back in a few.”

Y/N nodded as that lady walked out of the room. Her eyes went back to Leon, who was still asleep in the chair, but she noticed how one of his hands was sitting on top of the bed, like he had been holding hers while she was out.  She gently took it in hers and brushed her thumb over the top. She wondered if Hunnigan ever found a loophole for them to work. If she ever found a way that she could use to show Leon they could have worked.

She watched as he stirred, his eyes slowly opening and blinking to adjust to the bright lights. He groaned before looking at her and she watched as he straightened up and took her hand in his own. She watched as his usual emotionless face turned to one full of emotions.

She gave him a soft smile, “Hey Lee.”

He moved the chair to be closer before he ran a hand over her, moving hair from her face. “Hey beauti--Y/N/N.”

She moved her hand to go back to rubbing the top of his, “You can call me beautiful. You got me out of there after all.”

“You scared me, y’know? I thought I had lost you there and I wouldn’t be able to tell you how sorry I--”

“Don’t, please. Just...just don’t. I don’t want to think about that. You’re here, that's what matters. That shows that you really care, even if you can be annoying about showing it.”

He gave a small smile, “Yeah, but I really am sorry for not...talking to you. It was fucking Stacey who walked in and he threatened to expose us. I just didn’t want your life to get fucked over.”

“Why would mine?”

He sighed, “Hunnigan said that unfortunately, STRATCOM would rather lose you than me. So if they had found out, they would have displaced you. Put you in another department or place you with one of the other offices. But we wouldn’t be able to see each other anymore.”

“And you were scared I would argue and say it was nothing.”

“Yep.”

She looked over to the other side, “I hate when you’re right.”

She heard him chuckle, “It’s a rare feat, but one that can happen.” She looked back at him and smiled, but the smile fell as she began to think. “What’s wrong?”

“Why did you call for a new partner?”

He let out a big sigh, “Because I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle seeing your broken face everyday. Be right by you, pretending to be a supportive friend while you move on.”

She scoffed, “Yeah, me moving on would’ve taken a lot. Trust me. I even asked Hunnigan to find loopholes in the rules for us to be together.” She sighed, “I guess she never found one cause she never told me.”

He laughed awkwardly and she raised an eyebrow, “Well...that’s not necessarily true.”

“What?”

“She found the loophole after you went dark.”

“And she told you?”

“So I might have come in drunk one day, felt bad because I did that because I drove drunk, and asked her to drive me back to my apartment. It was like I could hear you in my head getting mad, not because I showed up drunk, but because I drove drunk. So while she was taking me to my place, I might have spilt that I fucking hated what I did to you and wished that there was some fucking way for us to work and she might have told me the way it could. The small loophole that you asked her to go looking for.”

“What is it?”

“A lifetime commitment that we both said we weren’t ready for.”

“Kids?”

He snorted, “No. Not that.” He moved and dug in his pocket before handing her a small dark blue velvet box. She felt her heart in her throat. “Yeah...that’s the commitment.”

She opened the box to see the ring. It was simple, not over the top. Two diamonds with a sapphire in the middle on a silver band. She let out a shaky breath before looking at him, “When did you get this?”

“Um...a while ago actually. Last summer, I believe.”

She laughed slightly, “That was why you asked me what my ring size was.”

He laughed as well, “Yeah, I expected you to catch on.”

“But...that was before we talked about marriage.” She looked at him, “That was why you asked me, wasn’t it?”

He shrugged, “I realized that I would rather have a possible answer than make you uncomfortable.”

She smiled and for some reason, she leaned over to him and kissed his lips softly. “Why don’t you ask me now.”

“What?”

Her voice was soft, “Just ask that four word question.” She brushed some hair out of his face, “My answer won’t be dependent on it being the only way for us to be together and work together.”

He smiled, “Y/F/N, will you marry me?”

She smiled, “Yes.” She kissed him again, “Y’know, I would have said yes if you had asked me at Christmas.”

“Really?”

She nodded, “Mhm, that was around the time that I realized that even though marriage is a big commitment and we both have our issues with commitment, I was sure I would be able to fully stay with you. Was it partly because you’re the only guy I’ve ever been with that can handle me when my brain can’t function so I just shut down? Possibly. But it also had to do with the fact I can’t see myself with anyone else but you and every time I imagine a future, you’re always there.”

Now it was his turn to brush hair from her face, “So we could have avoided these past few months if I had just looked at the handbook for a loophole?”

She nodded, “Yep. But that doesn’t make me love you any less.”

He laughed, “Good.”

She closed the box and handed it back to him, “Hold onto it for me until we head back to DC.”

He took it and placed it back in his pocket, “I love you, you know that right?”

“I questioned it for a while, but yes, now I do.”

He laughed, “Good.”

They were silent for a few minutes until she looked him dead in the eye, “Can you promise me one thing, Leon?”

“What is it?”

“Never let me go, please? Promise me if you ever start to get insecure with anything in our relationship that you will tell me and we work on it.”

He smiled and kissed the top of her hand, “I promise.”

She smiled, “Good.”

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Stargirl | matildas x original character fic [part 11]

Words; 2.4k

Pairings; matildas team x astrid taylor (OC)

Warnings; swearing

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The camp ended and everyone headed back home to their clubs for their next matches, sad to be leaving each other but it was only a month until the next camp against South Africa and then Denmark. 

Kyra, Courtney and Astrid had returned to training at Hammarby, quickly preparing for their next match in only four days' time. It was going to be one of the quickest turnarounds for a match Astrid had ever had but she was ready to jump back into training and get onto that pitch. 

On their second day of training, before they had even begun their warm up, Astrid and Kyra had been approached by the club’s social media manager as they were walking through the halls together.

“God morgon tjejer." (Good morning girls) She waved to them as they got closer. 

“Hallå.” (Hello) Kyra smiled, slowing down her speed to meet her halfway. 

“God morgon.” Astrid spoke with a bright smile.

“Before you start training today, could we film a quick video with some questions? For the instagram page.” The woman spoke with a heavy accent. 

“Ja, of course.” Astrid nodded, looking over at Kyra who was nodding yes to her as well.

“Perfekt. Come with me please.” She gestured back down to where she came from, the two Australians following close behind. 

They were led to an empty pitch, not far from where the rest of their team were chatting before they began warming up. Two chairs were placed in front of a camera where the two girls had been led, sitting next to each other in their warm jackets, trying to block out the changing weather and cold breeze. 

After being told what they were doing and briefed what to say, they started rolling. 

“Hi! I’m Astrid Taylor.” Astrid waved to the camera. 

“I’m Kyra Cooney-Cross.” Kyra waved with a smile. 

“And today we’re going to…” Astrid looked at Kyra.

 “Take a best friend quiz and see how well we know each other.” The older girl finished the sentence. The social media manager handed them each some cards and instructed Kyra to go first. 

“Okay, easy one. When is my birthday?” They were now facing each other and Kyra could see slight panic forming on Astrid’s face. “You better know this.” She raised a brow at her. 

“I do, I do. Uhhhhh.” She lifted her head to the sky, pretending to think even though she knew the answer. “February 15th, 2002.” Astrid looked back at the girl who was smiling. 

“That’s correct. One point to you.” Kyra nodded. 

“Yay. When’s mine?” Astrid’s eyes flicked down to the card then back up to Kyra’s.

“April 13th, 2004.” Kyra spoke confidently. 

“Well done.” Astrid nodded with a smile. 

“Okay, when did I make my Matilda’s debut?” Kyra read from the card before looking up. 

“Oh shit. Uhhhhhh.” Astrid had to actually think about this. “I know it was like mid 2021.” She looked at Kyra who was nodding. “And it was against Denmark?” She tapped her chin. “I wasn’t even on the team yet so it’s not like I was there to know, but I did watch it at home. Is that good enough?” Astrid pleaded with Kyra.

“Is it?” Kyra looked to the manager. 

“Half a point.” She responded. 

“Yes! I’ll take it.” Astrid smiled. “When was it though?”

“10th of June.” Kyra nodded at her. 

“Right. When was mine? This will be easy cause you were there and it wasn’t that long ago.” Astrid argued but waited for Kyra to respond. 

“9th of April, 2022. AND you scored your first goal too, which is just crazy.” Kyra complimented the girl across from her who blushed slightly but moved on quickly. 

“Another point to you. How many goals have I scored with the Matildas?” Astrid asked the next question with a smirk. 

“Uhhhh…” Kyra filtered through her brain for the answer. “I’m gonna say 5 or 6 maybe?” She looked hopefully at Astrid. 

“It was 5, so far.” Astrid smiled as she waited for Kyra to ask the next one. 

“Point for me. How many siblings do I have? And what are their names?” Kyra asked with a smile. 

“Easy. Three sisters.” She looked at Kyra who nodded. “Mia, Shani and Mali?” She raised her brow hopefully.

“Another point to you.” Kyra nodded.

“Final questions, because from the looks of it,” She paused and both girls looked over to where their team was beginning to warm up in the background. “We’re technically late to training.” Astrid laughed towards the camera. “Okay, what are your three favourite qualities of mine?”

“It does not say that!” Kyra laughed and leant forward to check Astrid’s card, finding the question was true. “Ugh, okay. I would say… you're very goofy, you have an incredible strike from both feet and… you’re always very positive. You have an ability to bring the energy up in everyone without even doing much.” Kyra spoke and Astrid felt it very hard to not blush at her, heart melting at her words. 

“Oh my god, you’re so sweet.” Astrid playfully pushed her shoulder. “Finish this off will you, please?” Astrid nodded to the final cue card in Kyra’s hands. 

“Alright, how would you describe me in five words?” Kyra confidently held up five fingers, ready for Astrid to begin. 

“Ooooo, okay. Hilarious, quick, silly, determined and….” She trailed off as she watched Kyra drop a finger at each word, only one finger remaining. “Bright.” 

“Bright?” Kyra smiled but was slightly lost.

“You just like, are never dull, or down. You’re always smiling and just, bright.” Astrid creates a gesture with her hands, making both girls laugh in their seats. Once they settled they looked up to see the manager telling them to wind things up.

“I think you won. But only by like half a point.” Astrid collected herself, looking at Kyra. 

“Still counts.” Kyra shrugged proudly. “Anyway, we better get going and get to training.” Kyra turned to the camera and then to Astrid. 

“Let’s go.” Astrid smiled before they both got up and pretended to run off to their team. 

“Cut. Thank you.” Their social media manager thanked them as they removed their mics before saying goodbye and finally heading off to their warm ups. 

After training hard for the past few days it was finally game day against Rosengård, Teagan’s current team and Charli’s previous one before going on loan to Vittsjö a few months ago. Although Rosengård were tough opponents already, Astrid knew it would be even tougher with Teagan in goal against her. She knew how Astrid played and where she liked to go for goals from being in training together, but this is what happens when you play for club and country, sometimes you have to go against your friends and alter playing styles to come out on top. 

None of the three girls had been selected for the Hammarby starting XL but they were at least on the substitute bench and they would likely get put on later, Astrid especially. She didn’t mind the ‘super-sub’ reputation she had earned, always being able to deliver towards the end of games, but she would also like to start in more games and gain more minutes with her club. 

The game started and within 17 minutes they had secured a goal and only a few minutes later a second in the 25th minute by the same player. Going into halftime they were buzzing, but still determined to keep going and secure the win because they knew Rosengård would come back fighting. And they did. 

Kyra had been subbed on at around 60 minutes, Astrid not far behind at 70 minutes, coming to the left forward position with Kyra behind her in the midfield; it was time for them to make some magic. The coaches knew how good Astrid and Kyra were together, and how effortlessly they could pass the ball,wordlessly connecting with each other, proving them very useful subs in the later half of the game. 

Kyra had battled the ball from the Rosengård midfielders, Astrid watching her and making a run closer to goal, trying to escape their tough defence. Once she had found enough empty space up near the corner, Kyra launched the ball to her, Astrid catching it with her chest and rolling it down to her feet. Immediately a defender found her again and she paused with the ball at her feet. She had two options here; be quick with her feet and dance around them with the ball. OR she could take inspiration from her national teammate, Caitlin Foord, and try for a nutmeg to get around her. Let’s just say Astrid was feeling adventurous today. 

She made quick eye contact with the defender, both paused before looking back down at the ball. She moved her left foot to resume her play, making it look like she was going around the Rosengård player, instead shooting it through her and darting around the frozen player, catching the ball with her foot and heading for the goal.

She kept running with it, too risky to pass it down to anyone and deciding to go alone as she inched closer to a ready Teagan, expecting Astrid to take her regular shot with her right foot but scoop it to hit the left side of the net. But Astrid knew she would be expecting that so instead she struck powerfully, still with her right boot, but let it go directly to the right side of the net, watching as Teagan jumped for the left and missed the ball completely.

And in the 87th minute, the net rippled and the home crowd cheered, Astrid running straight for Kyra as she always did, jumping onto her when they met. 

“SHE’S BACK!!!!” Kyra screamed in her ear as she caught her, holding her close as the rest of the team joined, patting Astrid on the head and cheering her on. “You fucking nutmeged her!” Kyra spoke into Astrid’s ear, shaking her shoulders slightly as the group of players parted, returning to their spots. 

“I know. Cait will be proud.” Astrid smiled proudly, before parting with Kyra to go back to her position for the last few minutes of the game. As soon as the whistle blew, the Hammarby bench cheered and the team began to shake hands with their opponents. 

“Good game.” The first player Astrid made her way to was Teagan in the goal, putting her hand out for a fist bump against her gloves. 

“Nice shot. Wasn’t expecting that.” Teagan laughed before they pulled each other into a hug. “I’ll catch up with you later.” Teagan pulled back, nodding towards where both teams had started their separate huddles, Astrid following her gaze and turning back to Teagan. 

“Of course! Bye.” They shared another fist bump before they jogged over to their huddles, Astrid slotting in between Kyra and Courtney, waiting for the coach and captain to speak about the game and their win. After the huddle was done, the team took their lap around the pitch to thank the fans for coming and supporting. The three Aussies were walking around the pitch, Kyra and Astrid now wearing jackets Courtney had given them, still not used to the cooler weather in Sweden. Astrid was chatting with the two girls when Kyra nudged her shoulder and pointed out a sign in the crowd. 

‘Astrid Taylor/No. 13 Can I please have your jersey? (You’re my favourite… shhhh)’

A little girl, no older than 8, had been holding the sign over the barricade, waiting for her to spot it, eyes lighting up when Astrid finally did. Her heart instantly melted and she walked closer to where she was standing. 

“Hello.” Astrid smiled sweetly to the young player. 

“Hi.” The girl spoke shyly with a Swedish accent. 

“Am I really your favourite?” She leant closer to the little girl who nodded with wide eyes. “Thank you! Well, I won’t tell the others then, but neither can you. If you promise to keep it between us… you can have my shirt. Deal?” Astrid grinned at her. 

“Deal.” The girl spoke with a big smile. Astrid stood up again, unzipping her jacket and holding it between her legs. She was glad to have her long sleeve on underneath, shielding her from the wind once she took off the jersey on top. She slipped her jacket back on before holding the shirt out, grabbing a pen from her mum and signing her name and Hammarby number on the front before giving it to her. 

“Tack!” (Thank you!) The girl squealed while looking at the shirt. Her mum held out her phone and passed it to Astrid with the camera open.

“Varsågod!” (You’re welcome!) Astrid spoke before snapping a selfie with the young girl and her family, passing the phone back, waving goodbye and walking back to Kyra and Courtney who were waiting by the tunnel for her. 

“That was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” Courtney remarked as they all walked towards the home side changerooms.

“That was the nicest I’ve ever seen you be.” Kyra spoke from the other side and Astrid’s jaw dropped, giving the older girl a light smack on the arm. “Jokes.”

“You are so annoying, Kyra Lillee Cooney-Cross.” Astrid scoffed at the aforementioned girl whose jaw had dropped; Courtney stifled a laugh at Kyra’s reaction and the full name drop.

“And you’re not? Astrid Mae Taylor.” Kyra fired back quickly, Astrid had the same reaction, eyes wide at Kyra. 

“How dare y-” Astrid moved forward to hit Kyra again but Courtney held her arms back and pulled her away from Kyra.

“Enough, you two! You’re acting like an old married couple or something, my god” Courtney mumbled the last sentence as she pushed Astrid into the changing room, Kyra stalking in close behind. The closer they got, the more playful they became with one another. And boy was it annoying Courtney. 

She was very glad that they didn’t in fact live with each other, even if the bickering didn’t last long, it would be a nightmare to live with the two of them under the same roof. She dealt with it enough at training, outside of training and even more at national camp, especially when you add Charli into the mix; the three of them were known to be annoying, playful and goofy off the pitch, often roping some of the other younger girls into their plans and tiktoks while they had time off. 

This was one of the main reasons Astrid loved Matildas camps. Not only did she get the honour of playing for her country and her family; she got to spend all of her time with the girls she quickly called family and make memories with her best friends at the same time. So it was safe to say the next camp couldn’t come soon enough for Astrid.

to be continued...

[evermary]

Me through @taylorswift Eras.

June 9th will be my 18th time seeing Taylor! My first time ever seeing Taylor was June 6 2009 when she was opening for Keith Urban. I went to the concert to see her! (Sorry Keith!) I’m so happy I got to experience every Era all leading up to The Eras tour!

[boldlyvoid]

I’m actually excited to see my Spotify wrapped this year I already know it’s going to be 1. Taylor Swift 2. Djo 3. Lizzy Mcalpine 4. Niall Horan and 5. Olivia Rodrigo and my most replayed song will be save my life my Niall on June 9th and my most listened to podcast will be a fucking white noise fan again

[likeadevils]

Do we know any info about Dianne warren song other than the fact that they wrote together? Like when did they write it or what it sounds like or anything at all? 1989 album vault is so confusing because I can see her being fully-pop since beginning but she also talked about how much red loosing Grammys affected the sound of 1989.

i’m also fascinated by the 1989 vault. it seems to me that taylor knew 1989 was going to be fully pop by september 2013– she keeps dropping all these hints in the fall of 2013 that her new album is going to sound completely different and no one will be able to except it. there’s this particularly heartbreaking moment when she’s talking about her plans for her next album and says

“I worry about everything. Some days I wake up in a mind-set of, like, ‘Okay, it’s been a good run.’ By afternoon, I could have a change of mood and feel like anything is possible and I can’t wait to make this kind of music I’ve never made before. And then by evening, I could be terrified of the whole thing again. And then at night, I’ll write a song before bed.”

so like. oOF.

in general the timeline of 1989 goes something like this

this love, which probably gets recorded in late 2012

she had that first session with max martin and shellback in january 2013

stockpiled potential lyrics/melodies and sporadically worked with jack during the red tour

went in the studio with max martin and shellback between october-november to try and figure out the defining sound and themes of the album

opened up to new collaborations in january-february 2014

i think she expected to take a lot more time to record 1989 and work with a bunch of new collaborators but then just kinda fell in love with what she had in february and decided to end recording, but that’s based on like, 1 and a half qoutes and is very much just my opinion)

anyways, dianne warren first mentions working with taylor at the 2014 grammys on january 24, so i would guess they worked together sometime that month, and based on taylor’s location and other commitments likely sometime between the 9th and the 21st (i would guess on the earlier end since the lover diary entry makes it seem like taylor kinda got the idea to move to new york and immediately went to look at houses in a way that suggests she had some kind of commitment that she had to get in front of, but again, that’s suuuper speculative and it might have been written in december for all i know)

as for what it sounds like, dianne warren helped write a ton of 80s and 90s pop hits and rock ballads (including don’t want to miss a thing, which taylor tweeted about in october 2012), so i would guess something perfect for screaming along too in the car

[hearts4cara]

took notes about the i can see you MV so here are my thoughts!!

long post! ish

THE TIME OF THE HEIST WAS JULY 9TH 1:58 A.M. DUDEEEEEE

obsessed with all the purple details!!

SPEAK NOW TAYLOR IN THE VAULT WITH THE HAIR AND THE DRESS AND EVERYTHING...STOP I’M EMOTIONAL

joey king is BEAUTIFUL

all the marks on the wall...she was trapped for so long...baby...

THE 13 ON HER HAND :(

THEY WERE IN THAT LIKE VAULT OF HER OUTFITS. THATS THE LWYMMD SET AT ERAS. AAHH!!

joey seeing the pic of her and taylor and being all sad and tay lautner rubbing her shoulder I CAN’T.

the acting is great omg

YES GET THEIR ASSES FOR TAYLOR

JOEY WITH THE BANJO HAD ME CACKLINGGG

THE LOVE STORY DRESS ON THE LOVE STORY PLATFORM!!

the lyric on her arm is ‘i had the time of my life with you’. WEEPING.

the purple van!!

i wonder what the liscence plate said (girl how do u spell lisence)

THAT WAS MY NEW FAVORITE MV IM IN LOVE.

[jackieswift]

I’ve gotten a few questions about Zürich so I’m going to answer them. No I didn’t get tickets. And yes I am a little sad since it was my dream show. But I’m also fine because I’m going to see Taylor in both Stockholm and London so I really shouldn’t complain. And I think all of my friends that are huge fans have gotten tickets to at least one show each. That makes me so happy! But if resale opens up for the July 9th show, I’m going to look! Because it would be the most magical birthday ever.

[nerdyenby]

Purple time :D I’m watching Jimmy

Pre-game

Purples Posies 😭

Jimmy, horrified: “Are you demanding money?” Martyn, without hesitation: “Yes” Jimmy: “Same”

This team is gonna be peak chaos in so down

Also coincidentally the only team I saw do a 4/4 practice session

Scott flirting with Shane and then calling Jimmy and Martyn his husbands, more like purple polycule, am I right???

I didn’t even bat an eye but Scott being awed that MCC is something someone would use Make-a-Wish for is so <333

I am living for this chaos

Martyn: *talking about his wedding* Jimmy: “awww” Martyn: “What are you ‘awww’-ing for, you were there” Scott: “I wasn’t there, I wasn’t Martyn’s bestie at that point” Shane: “I wasn’t born yet” 😂

INSTANT disconnect lmao

Grid Runners

The way Jimmy was running around clueless during the first room and they still finished it first

They popped off, that’s simply all there is to say

“Four bros chillin’ in a hot tub, five feet apart because… one of them’s gay” “You changed that” thanks for noticing Jimmy 😂

Parkour Warrior

It’s fun how close Jimmy, Martyn, and Scott are staying to each other

Jimmy’s doing so well!!

Yeah the snake is so counterintuitive this time, kinda love it tho

Me, who has never played minecraft on pc, backseat gaming like a madman: “just flick the mouse, Jimmy”

It would actually be so cool to see a late pkw, it would suck but it’d be interesting

Shane talking about funky symptoms he got while exercising the other day and it being the exact same stuff I just got a diagnosis for ✌️(I doubt Shane has what I do, I get that literally every time I stand up lmao)

Sands of Time

Jimmy’s so excited to be Sam’s daddy 😭

The synchronized “Hi HBomb” :))

I love Jimmy but it bothers me to no end that he doesn’t fill the timer all the way, I can respect keeping one sand just in case but there’s no reason to not fill all the way when you have nine in hand

Solid performance all around, they had good comms and plenty of time

Ace Race

The way the just started talk-singing Hall of Fame 😂

The Kermit impression is solid

I feel like I haven’t watched a team where no one mutes in a while

Shane and Martyn 9th and 10th!!!

Jimmy 15th overall!! Stop putting yourself down, that’s great!!

Meltdown

Martyn is MIA and Shane is just singing Taylor Swift’s Blank Space as Kermit 😭

Rip, definitely not the worst I’ve seen though

Why are they all doing Mumbo impressions???

Battle Box

I think this team will do well and I’m very excited to see people pop off because the only pov I’ve watched so far is cyan and their bb was… rough…

This team either destroys or gets destroyed, there is no in between

Something about the WWWLLLWWW is unreasonably satisfying to me

Dang it, now I wanna look into what games have the highest coin differentials, obviously pvp games are at top but I’m wondering what’s at the bottom

ALL I DO IS WIN WIN WIN NO MATTER WHAT!! (Fun fact: I only know that song because we played it during football games in my high school marching band)

They’re so chaotic I love them

Sky Battle

“So… where do we wanna go?” “Home… home please” so true Martyn

Fighting lime while in the bubblevator is the most disorienting fight I’ve ever seen and that’s saying something

They’re doing a really good job dividing and conquering and allocating resources

Comms got clogged but they held together, apd went hard tho and I could not for the life of me understand what Scott was trying to say lol

Shane’s keyboard 😭

That ending was so chaotic oh my goodness

Everyone being self-deprecating and Shane just saying “You guys- you guys were there” 😂

Hole in the Wall

I have no idea what all they’re singing but they sound good

This team has such good comms :)

Them all hyping up Shane :)))

Dodgebolt

No 👏 funneling 👏 /pos

Grian’s message :((

“No, not that one, the football one” “I don’t- I’m gay” Scott sounded so confused 😭

Gosh, I love Shane, I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone be so excited for a teammate hitting a shot in a 4v4

Martyn joking that he doesn’t know how to run and Jimmy absolutely floundering “Move your legs and move- move your body in… in order to each other” 😂

Gumi’s dodging is wild

SHES POPPING OFF

Shane hyping up his teammates is everything

JIMMY WINNING SHOT!!!! THATS MY GUY!!!

SCOTT 5 WINS!!! AS HE SHOULD!!!!

My little cringefail loser winning the most statistically competitive mcc in history is so him

Callum’s manifesting worked :)

Jimmy prophet arc real

AIMSEY!!!! I wasn’t expecting him to show up but she has teamed with Jimmy and Shane in the last two mccs :D I love xem so much <333

“‘Martyn, we’re you sick this time?’ Yeah, sick of my teammates” I freaking love this team, their banter is everything

I know too much about mcc these days, Scott can say the last time he teamed with Martyn was when he blew him up with the tnt and I instantly knew they were talking about MCC7 lmao