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greenhorn-art · 3 months

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World Champions | Artwork for World Champions by TheDefenestrator by TheDefenestrator, art by Blurb_brain

Fandom: The King's Avatar | 全职高手

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Category: Gen

Words: 71 944

At the end of season 4 of the Glory Pro Alliance, the government finally receives the information it has been waiting for: The other players have caught up. Or, In which Glory has been a government recruitment ploy for remote-piloted mecha operators all along.

About the Book

FONTS: Mundo Serif, Azonix [dafont], Segoe UI Symbol

IMAGES: Illustration by Blurb_brain [AO3]; cover image by NASA ID: 440611 [Rawpixel]; Planet Earth background ID: 6331593 [Rawpixel]; Circuit lines background ID: 3117935 [Rawpixel]; endpapers' image by Eric Eastman [Unsplash]; Swoksaar, Desert Dust, Lord Grim, Vaccaria, and Cloud Piercer [The King's Avatar Wikia]

MATERIALS: regular printer paper (8.5"x11", 96 bright, 20lb), 80pt bookboard, Iris Bookcloth (colour: Black Pearl), Neenah cardstock (8.5"x11", bright white, 65lb), waxed linen thread (white, 30/3 size), embroidery floss (shades 3750, 350, 3845, 370), leather cording (1.9mm diameter), Reeves’ acrylic paint (Mars Black, Phthalo Blue, Titanum White), Americana acrylic paint (glow in the dark), ph neutral pva glue (Books by Hand)

PROGRAMS USED: Typeset in Affinity Publisher, cover/title page/endpapers designed in Affinity Designer/Photo, QR codes generated with LibreOffice Writer, PDF arranged for printing with Bookbinder-JS

BINDING STYLE: quarto, case bound (slightly rounded, with oxford hollow, forgot to use tapes)

Fenes' "Glory's tech isn't handwaved" AU. This was great! Funny and creative, and I'm both amazed and full of admiration for Fenes' ability to juggle so many characters.

I was feeling excited and ambitious with this one. Tried some new fun things (double core endbands, painted edges) and used some new equipment (a lying press).

The Text

TITLE/HEADINGS FONT: Azonix says 'SciFi' to me, it's a bold, non-serif, sleek font.

BODY FONT: Mundo Serif, it's a decent serif body font I haven't used before. Felt like it worked with Azonix.

SCENE BREAKS: a special character in Segoe UI Symbol of a black & white icon of Earth, the globe showing Asia.

TYPESETTING: Finished typesetting the fic, left document open on my laptop, laptop's battery failed, file now crashes immediately upon reopening, issue persists with copied versions of file (；￣Д￣) . Thankfully I had a backup file for the typeset with the barebones of the text, so I didn't have to restart from scratch...

Title Page

My thinking: it takes place in space, the world's at stake, and it's the dawn of a new horizon for Earth. Glory and the titular champions are represented by Swoksaar, Desert Dust, Lord Grim, Vaccaria, and Cloud Piercer – the captains of what I'd call the 'big 5' teams. A circuitry board background element hints at the tech/mecha nature of the story's competition. It may not match Blurb's art, but I hope I was able to convey some of what the story is about.

The circuitry image is used as decoration throughout the book. I only used the avatars of the top five teams' captains because too many silhouettes would lessen their impact and readability. (Removing the backgrounds was tedious, but worth it.)

Here's what it should have looked like. The test prints for this and the BB art were fine, but I think my inkjet started running out of ink just when I printed the final copies and I didn't reprint them. (Too impatient, really wanted to finish up and read the book)

The Cover

World Champions is another Big Bang fic, and once again I based some of my design choices off of the accompanying artwork. The dominant colours of Blurb_brain's illustration are red and blue-green.

COVER PAPER: For the decorative cover material I used NASA's ASTER image of Poyang Lake. NASA has some really interesting photography some of which remind me of marbled paper, thought it could be interesting. I chose this image of Poyang Lake because 1) it's in China, 2) the colours were similar to Blurb's awesome illustration (fate strikes again, dropping matching images and artwork into my lap!), and 3) NASA is tangentially relevant to the fic, which takes place in space.

BOOKCLOTH: Verona bookcloth in the shade Black Pearl, a lovely dark navy blue colour. Thought it suited the cover paper and title page. (Bought it for this fic specifically, but the colour goes well with almost all of my decorative papers so it should see a lot of use in the future!)

Endpapers

The final decision that held this project at a standstill for two months. In the end I drew inspiration from the matchups against the final opponent in the story. The image I used is a little chaotic and a little too unrelated to identify why I picked it without an explanation, but this book is for me and I know why, so there. (Note that I played around with the colours and cropped the photo.)

Endpaper inspiration: the maps for the matches against the Infilhites

"a long bridge through an enormous tube-like hall, where light seem to come from every side through stained glass windows. It was visually confusing, limited lateral motion" "a warehouse, crates stacked on and beside metal racks that went all the way to the ceiling." "a house of mirrors, fully enclosed to be sure the Infhillte couldn’t fly out of it." "like a volcano, rivers of lava moving sluggishly down a slope, occasional vents of overheated air nearby." "a series of overlapping bridges between halls and stairways, level after level layered over an open abyss."

Trimming & Painting the Edges

Going all out, a 2-for1 deal: the opportunity to use my lying press for the first time and learn a new technique!

TRIMMING: Used a paring chisel and lying press.

CHISEL: The 1.25" wide paring chisel I used was form a modern manufacturer. (Vintage paring chisels are very thin, enough so that you can bend/flex the blade. But don't do that.) It's long and wide blade made it easier to register against the surface of the press for consistent cuts. Looks like this one below from Lee Valley.

LYING PRESS: My dad's project. Solid black walnut, hand carved screws and internal threads — he even made the tools to make the threads too! The jaws of the press are each 3 7/8" wide. It's big and heavy (though much smaller than full-sized professional ones omg), but there's enough of a flat surface to register the chisel against. A thicc boi, much like this one below from Bookbinding Supplies.

PAINTED EDGES: The idea was to have dark navy edges, speckled with white stars. I used acrylic from a tube to paint the edges — tutorials recommended it over liquid bottled acrylic, and I had an old set hanging around. Had to water it down because otherwise the paint just flaked off.

My test of trimming and painting went well. Then the trimmed book itself came out slightly crooked, the paint required significantly more watering-down than before, and the white paint did not want to be both opaque and speckle-able. Unfortunate, but still book-shaped! And now I have an idea of what to do differently next time.

Also, did not like the glow-in-the-dark paint. Looked too translucent in the light when compared to the white acrylic, and needed a thicker coat to be visible in the dark. (The thickness combined with the translucence and base colour kinda reminded me of boogers... Ended up scrapping most of it off, so there's not much left to glow.)

Endbands

Still in the mood to have fun and go all-out, I attempted double-core endbands for the first time.

TUTORIAL: YouTube @ BookbindersChronicle: Bookbinding 101 Sewing Headbands Session 2. Also watched @ DAS Bookbinding's Double-Core Endband // Adventures in Bookbinding, but I personally found Chronicle's closeup video easier to follow.

I used embroidery floss from a 100pk of assorted colours off Amazon, wrapped around a core of 1.9mm leather cording from Michaels. I drew from Blurb_brain's art for the general colours, choosing a dark base, with red, blue-green, and gold. The specific shades were picked to go with the cover.

#World Champions #TheDefenestrator #Blurb_brain #qzgs #tka #the king's avatar #fanfiction #bookbinding #fanbinding

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katiexpunk · 7 months

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Crying Over Spilt Detergent | Joel Miller x f!reader

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader Rating: 18+ Minors DNI Word count: ~3K Warnings: A bit of an unrealistic fuck, emotions, cheating, fingering, unprotected p in v, soft!Joel, feelings, crying, praise kink, size kink. There are no physical descriptions of reader apart from clothing and reference to a “red line” in her palm from holding a laundry basket. Read on AO3 A/N: Well, this was a surprise. Had a pretty shitty day :( and just needed to write to get out of my head so I decided to do a one shot. This fandom always makes me smile, and I hope you all enjoy this. Still new to writing for Joel, and fics in general, so please be kind. If you like it, consider liking, commenting or reblogging -- really helps encourage me to keep going, and tbh, it would be a welcome distraction. Thanks hunnie bunnies, ilysm.

The laundry basket wedged onto your hip is starting to get uncomfortable, heavy from the clothes you’ve neglected the past few weeks. Your grip on the plastic edge is beginning to leave a red line in the crease of your fingers.

The laundromat wasn’t a far walk, but it wasn’t particularly short, either – the distance just enough to be a bit of a burden.

You don’t mind.

You need to clear your head after the shitty day you’ve just had.

After what you’ve just learned.

The sun dips below the horizon, and the typical Americana summer night rolls in.

You amble down the narrow sidewalk, taking the town in for what it is – what it’s always been.

The air was thick with the sweet smell of barbecue smoke from the nearby grill. The yellow street lights started to flicker on, staining the darkening streets with their harsh, synthetic glow. The sound of cold beers being toasted rings out from the nearby bar.

The asphalt, still warm from the summer sun, hums beneath your feet. The aging brick buildings, with their chipped paint and well-worn charm, watch over the streets like silent sentinels, their windows reflecting the moonlight.

You pause to move the basket to your other hip, and that’s when you see it.

Sometimes the smallest towns hold the biggest secrets.

The title of the book reflects back at you through the glass pane of the bookstore window.

You smirk.

It’s not the town.

It’s the people.

You should know. X X X

The bright red LAUNDROMAT sign lights the night sky. The OPEN sign hangs in the window.

You step through the threshold, relieved to finally have some respite from the stickiness of the humidity.

You walk toward the washing machines, and release your now-aching grip on the basket onto the counter in front of you.

As you gaze around, you’re grateful to find that nobody is there.

Not that you expected anyone to be there – not at this hour, anyway.

The worn-out linoleum, the rhythmic hum of the old machines, the scent of detergent and bleach – as weird as it is, you’ve come to appreciate it.

You like doing your laundry at night.

Alone in your solitude.

Alone in your mind.

With your laundry now loaded into the drum, you’re fumbling with the oversized detergent bottle.

Damn thing.

Before you know it, it slips from your grasp.

The cap pops open and a cascade of neon-blue liquid spills onto the floor beneath you.

Shit.

God damn it.

Holding the now-empty detergent bottle, your heart lurches, the weight of the accident pressing down on you, compounding everything that’s already happened today.

The detergent puddle expands slowly, seeping into the grooves between the tiles, lacing the air with an overpowering scent of artificial freshness.

You clumsily step back, your sneakers slip on the slick surface and you fall to the floor.

The overwhelming scent of the detergent fills your senses, and the now literal pain in your ass exacerbates the sudden sting of tears welling up in your eyes.

Great. This is just what you need.

You sit there, head down, covered in goo, your face warm and your cheeks wet, when the familiar ring of the bell above the door catches your attention.

A man steps through.

His boots thud softly against the ground and the door swings shut behind him.

Through your blurry gaze, you look up and are surprised at who you see.

Joel Miller.

You’ve never talked to him before, and only know his name because…well, people talk.

Not many people come into this town, and especially not people that look like him.

All you know about him is that he’s new in town, here for a few months to oversee the construction job of the new hospital. He’s single. Lives with his teenage daughter, Sarah.

Apart from that, he’s a total stranger.

While you haven’t actually spoken with him, you’ve definitely stolen a few glances at him around town – at the hardware store up the street in the paint section; in the frozen section of the grocery store with a Hungry-Man in his hand; nursing a glass of whiskey at the bar after a long day.

Joel pauses at the entrance of the laundromat and stares at you and the soap-painted canvas you’ve turned the floor into.

“Shit, honey. Are you alright?” he asks with delicate caution, voice low, as he walks towards you.

Even in your state, you pause to notice the sweetness of his southern drawl.

He crouches down, facing you, and the tread of his boots grazes the puddle of detergent.

You look up at him, eyes red and swollen from the torrent of tears that had moments before been cascading down your cheeks. The harsh fluorescent light overhead reflects off your glistening tears, playing across your distraught features like a lachrymose prism.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." your voice cracks, the lie too heavy on your trembling lips.

For a moment, silence claims the laundromat, before you drop the act entirely.

"No…no, I'm not," you admit, your voice shattering the quiet.

He’s only just met you, but the visible pain in your eyes causes his heart to hurt.

“C’mere, let’s get you off this floor,” he says as he offers you his large palm.

You place your hand in his.

With a gentle pull, he helps you up from the cold, hard ground. As you rise, you slightly stumble, and he instinctively pulls you into a comforting embrace.

His kindness, his warmth, catch you by surprise.

You find refuge in his arms, your body sinking into his as he wraps you in a protective hug.

You notice a faint, distinctive scent swirling around him - a mix of woodsmoke, fresh laundry - although that’s probably you - and an underlying hint of pine and aftershave. It's a comforting, welcoming smell, a smell that somehow feels like home.

Nestled in his strong arms, you find unexpected solace to the harsh reality of your pain.

“So, ‘m guessin’ you’re not just cryin’ over spilt detergent,” he says. Joel Miller is an observant man.

You release your grip around him, and take a step back, now painfully aware that you don’t actually know him, but you could have stayed in his embrace for hours.

“No, I…um. No. It’s not about the detergent,” you pause to lock eyes with him. “It’s just, I’ve had a no good, really awful fucking day, and now,” you pause to take a breath, your arms lifting and falling by your sides in exasperation “...this.”

Joel looks around at the mess, at you, and places both of his hands on his hips. He wants to ask you what’s wrong, about your day, but he doesn’t want to pry.

Instead, he simply says, “Yeah, I’d say this is quite the mess you’ve got yourself into here, sweetheart.”

He has no idea.

“C’mere, I’ll help you clean it up,” he offers as his head tilts to the janitor's closet in the back.

You normally wouldn’t be so quick to accept a stranger's help, but you’d be there until the morning if you had to clean up the mess yourself.

It's not like you wanted to go home anyway, not after what happened, but you don't particularly want to spend all night in the laundromat, either.

In the closet, you find an old mop and bucket and a handful of extra towels.

You grab them, walk back to the sea of soap, and you both drop to your knees to begin to clean up the mess.

While the floor gets cleaner, you both get dirtier – wet and soapy from the mundane and repetitive task of swiping the detergent off the floor, rinsing it in the water in the bucket, and bringing it back to the floor.

You don’t speak.

Halfway through your cleanup job, Joel is the first to break the silence.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks gently, his voice soft yet inviting, sincerity and genuine concern reflected in his tone.

You stop cleaning.

“My boyfriend – he, um. He’s cheating on me,” you cough out, feeling the tears begin to well in your eyes once more.

You go back to cleaning to distract yourself, noticing the scuffs from countless footsteps etched into the tiles.

“With my sister,” your confession hangs in the air.

Joel inhales sharply, his heart aching for you once more.

“I guess it’s been going on for a while now,” you continue.

“I came home from work today to find a note on our kitchen table –”

“He told me –” You trail off, and you’re full-on crying again, unable to keep your tears at bay, the droplets falling to the ground create little soap bubbles as they mingle with the detergent and the friction of the towel.

“He told me it’s over. He packed his stuff and he left.”

“Seven years and the fucker couldn’t even tell me in person.”

Your sadness was starting to be replaced with something else, something grittier and darker – rage.

You furiously begin cleaning the floor – there’s hardly any detergent left, yet, you scrub.

Mid-sweep of the rag, Joel places his palm over the top of your hand to stop the movement.

His touch is warm and reassuring.

"Damn…’m really sorry, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. It's a simple response, stripped of any pretense. “You don’t deserve that.”

As he looks you directly in your eyes, you can’t help but notice the flecks of amber in his gaze.

It stirs something low in your belly.

Joel admires the soft features of your face as you stare back at his. Your beautiful, somewhat bloodshot eyes – your swollen and pillowy lips.

Fuck.

He knows you’re sad, but did you have to look so hot like this?

Joel knows it’s wrong, he knows he just met you, but for some inexplicable reason, he just wants to make you feel good.

He pauses, swallowing the lump in his throat, and edges closer to you on his knees so your knees straddle the empty space between him and his thigh.

Gently, he lifts his hand, the calloused palm coming to rest against your soft, tear-streaked cheek.

The world around you seems to fade away as he brushes away the remnants of your tears with his thumb, his touch as light as a feather.

Your eyes meet, and a silent exchange of emotions begins to swirl in your depths.

Joel watches your breathing hitch, your eyes reflecting surprise. Slowly, cautiously, he moves his thumb down to trace the contour of your trembling lips.

He pauses, waiting for you to pull away.

You don’t. You’re not really sure why.

The anticipation builds as he leans in, your faces only inches apart.

Your breaths mingle together momentarily, and then he plants a soft kiss on your lips.

You hum in delight at the feeling of his lips.

You happily accept his eager tongue and swoon when you notice he tastes like mint toothpaste. It’s intoxicating.

Joel pulls away, realizing that what he’s doing probably isn’t a good idea.

You’re sad, and you’ve just had the worst day ever, and he doesn’t even know your name for christs sake.

“I – shit, sorry. I don’t know what came over me there…I just realized I don’t even know your name,” he says, brow creased in concern and the starting looks of regret.

“You’ve had a bad day, and you’re sad. I don’t wan –” you interrupt him, lips crashing fiercely into his.

Still on your knees, you put your arms around his neck and intertwine your fingers through his hair.

This whole day has felt like a living nightmare. Completely out of your control.

But this? This you can control.

You’ve just met him, but god, you’ve never wanted someone so fucking bad.

Joel holds you by the waist close to his chest, and you can feel his hard cock beginning to strain against you in his jeans.

Your lips part with his briefly and you lean forward to whisper your name in his ear.

He groans in response. Learning your name, shit, even the sound of your name causes more blood to flow to his already hard dick.

With one hand on your waist, you start to feel the other one slowly inching down the curve of your ass, around your hip, and into the space between your two bodies.

The tips of his fingers find the elastic waistband of your cotton shorts and thin underwear you’re wearing. His hand slips below both, and his fingers quickly find the soft skin between your legs.

He begins to spread your folds, feeling your stickiness.

You’re wet. You’re so fucking wet.

He slowly pushes a finger into you.

“Gonna make you feel you feel real good, sweetheart, just like you deserve,” he says.

With his finger inside you, he watches you closely – he drinks in the way you hold your breath as he fills you.

He adds a second finger and scissors them in and out until your breathing is ragged and you’re limp against his chest.

His fingers retreat from your tight hole, and he begins to draw circles over your clit, finally giving you the friction you need.

His fingers remain relentless, and the rising heat of your orgasm quickly approaches.

“Joel, mmmm,” your breathless moans echo in his ear, and your face goes tight, then unravels into a rush of sticky sweet release.

“That’s it, baby. Look so beautiful like this,” he praises.

Joel removes his hand and raises his glistening fingers up to his lips, and licks them clean of you.

“Need to fuck you, sweetheart,” he says as he palms at his length.

You both rise to stand, and he lifts you up on top of the washer.

You quickly reach out to unbuckle his belt and release him from his jeans.

Shit.

He’s so big.

He takes himself in hand and swipes his length a few times, using his pre-cum as lube.

As if to know what you were thinking, Joel says, “It’s okay, I think we’ll make it fit.”

Joel positions himself between your legs and then notches his heavy cock and its red weeping tip at your entrance and begins to push himself inside you.

You gasp.

“Fuck –”

“So tight, such a sweet little cunt,” he says during his pause, letting you adjust to the size of him before he starts to move.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and tug at the fabric of his shirt, and he pulls you closer into him with each thrust of his hips.

You’re dripping for him, practically gushing – his thick member glides in and out of you with ease, and you savor each thrust he gives you.

You just met, but by the way he fucks in and out out of you, you could have sworn your bodies were made to be connected.

He can feel his release starting to build, but he wants to get you there before him.

He snakes a hand to your core, rubbing tight circles against your throbbing clit and he thrusts into you harder.

“Good girl,” thrust, “such a good girl,” thrust.

It’s almost enough, his praise. You’re almost there.

Your fingernails dig little crescents into his back, and he coos, “Want you to come for me again, baby. Come on my cock –”

His voice and the command he gives you are enough to send you over the edge.

Your mind goes blank for the second time tonight as your orgasm ripples through you.

Your tight walls clamp down on him.

He watches as you throw your head back, moans spilling from your lips as your body releases subtle shakes.

“Fuck, that was pretty,” Joel growls. “Gonna cum, need to cum,” he pants.

He gives you a few more rolls of his hips before he quickly pulls out, and shoots his hot milky load onto your belly.

Both of your breaths come to a slow, and he looks at you affectionately, “you okay?”

You nod. “Yes,” and for the first time today, you actually are.

“Looks like we have another mess to clean up,” Joel quips as a smile washes over his face.

He helps you off the washer, and helps you clean yourself off.

You both finish what you entered the laundromat to do – laundry.

You talk while your clothes dry.

He helps you fold yours. You help him fold his.

Once done, you walk out of the laundromat together, unsure of where to go from here.

“Come on, I’ll give you a ride,” Joel says, as he nods towards his truck.

You accept his offer, no longer needing a walk to clear your head.

Both on the passenger side of the truck, Joel pauses as it suddenly dawns on him that he never told you his name.

“How’d you know my name?” he asks.

“It’s a small town,” you say, “everyone talks.”

And has their secrets.

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#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller one shot #pedro pascal #joel miller x female reader #tlou smut #tlou fanfiction

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thebigoblin · 3 months

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play stupid games

tags: Established Relationship, Alpha Derek Hale, Attempt at Humor, Cheesy, Fluff, Derek Hale is a Softie, Implied Sexual Content

a/n: inspired by a reel on instagram. and the title is from Taylor's song "Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince."

read on ao3

The tabs opened on his chrome browser make no sense. Not one bit. But he supposes that's just a representation of his own mind, and his morbid curiosity, and whose fault is that, really? No one's. Perhaps his mom's — but no more than it's his dad's to have given him his obsession with everything non-sensical. His dad just has to find patterns, and really, maybe his entire problem is that he is the combination of two very weirdly specific people.

What was he working on, again?

He squints at the tabs. There's too many of them, the edges stuck together so close it's like one long continuous tab instead, but he can see the lines between them, even if deciphering which tab is what is proving difficult. He could have used separate windows, but oh no, all sane ideas come to him after things are said and done.

Seriously, what was he working on?

"What are you working on?"

"What the fuck!"

The sound of another person in the room, so close to his ear, hot breath on the left side of his neck, has him jumping and flailing on his desk chair.

Rough and familiar hands grab him so that he doesn't brain himself against the floor by falling right off the chair, and he curses, because this is his life.

Once he's sitting straight, he glares up at the smirking asshole beside him. "Fuck you," he says, with feeling. "I'm giving you a bell for Christmas!"

Derek's lips tick upwards, like ha ha, that's funny. Funny that Stiles thinks he could get away with that. "My birthday gift has to be something good, then."

"I'll show a good gift!"

"That's what I am saying, Stiles."

"Ugh, you're fucking annoying." He's still glaring up at Derek, the angle not kind to his neck, so he looks back down at the screen. Derek just moves closer, a line of heat against his side that has Stiles' anger nearly melting off, but no! He'll persist.

Distraction. Yes. That is what he needs, so he clicks his mouse rather aggressively and moves the arrow to one of the tabs randomly. The title of it hovers over the tab as he does so, and Stiles wonders what could have prompted him to look at a YouTube video of making a DIY skirt from old clothes.

"You would look good in a short red skirt." Derek says this right into his left ear, his lips moving along his skin, from the top of his ear to the bottom of it, and because he's obnoxious, Derek bites his earlobe, too.

"Go away!" He slaps at Derek's chest, but his boyfriend only laughs at his half-hearted attempts. "Nuh uh, you're distracting me and I- I have work!"

"What work?"

Stiles doesn't really remember.

"You forgot, didn't you?" Derek just laughs some more, his hands wrapping around Stiles' shoulders, and Stiles pouts. "Search something for me."

"You have your own smartphone and internet, Distractingwolf!"

"But I also have you," Derek states this, a smile in his voice, and hey, it's true.

Stiles rolls his eyes and mutters, "Sap," before asking, "What?"

"I want to check something, but there's a condition."

Stiles cocks his eyebrow, just like Derek does. He's been spending too much time with Derek, and it's because of shit like this: Derek likes to climb the side of the Sheriff's house, get inside the Sheriff's barely-legal son's bedroom, and spend time either glaring at Stiles, pushing him onto surfaces like the door and walls and the bed and kissing him, or making him do random internet searches that 99% of the time happens to be information of a new supernatural creature they have to deal with.

Point is, Stiles has been spending too much time with Derek, and he loves it a fucking lot.

"Condition, huh? You getting kinky on me, Sourwolf?"

Derek moves around his chair so that his bulging biceps and sexy, veiny arms — that he knows are there below the leather jacket and the henley because he's seen his boyfriend shirtless, even if unfortunately they haven't wandered down to pantless situations — brackets him between the desk and the chair. The movement also pushes his chair further towards the desk, just a little, and Derek's chin rests on top of Stiles' hair.

"Maybe." Stiles' whole body shivers at the thought of it. They haven't had sex, but Stiles yaps about it, thinks about it often. Wants to take Derek in his mouth, wants Derek to have his way with him. He wants, and wishes, for Derek to be inside him — pound him so hard he forgets what life is, just for a moment or two or more. He's seen the alpha strength, and it's too much. Perfect. "Stiles."

"You can't blame a guy for wanting to have sex with his hot werewolf boyfriend," he retorts, huffing at the reprimand. "I can wait until you are ready, and I will, but I can think about it, can't I?"

Derek doesn't answer him, just puts his hand over Stiles' on the mouse and moves it the way he likes it. Stiles wants to be that, a ragdoll under Derek's ministrations, and nope, he can't pop a boner right now. He wants sex, but he respects Derek. But he's also a healthy ninetenn-year-old young man, and there goes his dick in his sweatpants, chubbing up like a balloon being filled with air.

Derek opens up a new window and goes to Google, his free hand coming to rest on Stiles' thigh. Stiles' breath hitches.

"Stiles," Derek's voice is low, his sex-voice. They've never done handjobs, or blowjobs, or any real dick-on-dick or hand-on-dick or mouth-on-dick action, but they have done phone sex, and about 50% of Stiles' brain, at this point, is filled with how Derek sounds when he's turned on, commanding. Close to coming, post-pleasure. Stiles knows this voice, too.

"You don't have to do anything you're not ready to," Stiles says, and he means it. Derek's head dips down and he kisses Stiles on the neck, a silent acknowledgement — Derek knows Stiles won't force him. It's okay.

"You always say 'hot werewolf boyfriend.' Not just 'hot boyfriend.' Why."

"Inflection, alpha, that's a thing." Derek pinches his thigh, and Stiles lets out a small sound at the sudden action, then grins. "You are a hot werewolf." He turns his head, pulls with his own free hand, his left hand, the one not trapped beneath Derek's on the mouse, and has Derek's head turn towards him. He kisses him, sure once, sure twice, and third time just because. Derek's eyes are intense on him as he pulls back. "I like all of you. I'd shout it out of the rooftops of all the buildings in the town if I was allowed to, Derek."

Derek smiles, and Stiles' heart beats triple time in his chest, which suddenly feels too small for everything Derek makes him feel.

They stare at one another for one more moment, and then they turn towards the screen, the cursor having moved on the screen, evidently because of their absent grip on the mouse. Derek takes his hand back and Stiles misses the warmth, but he dutifully leans forward to type in Derek's enquiry of the evening.

"Stiles, kiss me if I'm wrong, but Dinosaurs still exist, right?"

Stiles' hand spams on top of the keyboard.

He waits for the punchline to come.

When it doesn't, he gets up, turns, flails at his dork of a boyfriend, who is grinning at him, cocky and full of shit, and punches him in the chest.

"I take it back. I don't want anybody to know you belong to me. Fuck you, Derek Hale."

"Actually, I asked for a kiss, and only on the condition that I'm wrong."

"Oh, you're so, so wrong, you jerk, and you're gonna pay for it."

Stiles has now pulled the uno reverse card and boxed in Derek against his bed. Derek cocks his eyebrow at him. "Oh?"

"Yeah, oh. You're gonna kiss me, like, a 1000 times! That was the worst pick up line ever, what the fuck, who is teaching you these things?!"

Stiles pushes Derek onto his bed and starts peppering kisses on Derek's forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, and of course, his lips. After a while, Derek flips them over, and they cuddle, and then they lazily make-out until their lips are swollen and red.

Derek is asleep after that, and thank god for his dad's out of town police conference, and Stiles falls asleep, too.

And that's how Stiles completely forgets about his presentation due on Monday, which is a day after.

(Derek helps him with it, and they spend the whole of Sunday making out, cuddling, and trying to out-do each other with worse and worse pick-up lines. Derek wins, because apparently he is the king of those, and Stiles just falls in deeper, his chest feels even smaller, and his feelings for Derek just seem like something he can't possibly have, too precious and important and so, so much).

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek fics #sh.writesonmain #i loooove this one so much #wrote this in the very early am's lol #i miss writing daily but ms. muse is elusive #AND ALSO HELLO? WE ARE GETTING TS11? I'M HYPED AF #anyways #sh.rambles #gonna go post this on ao3 also #gimme a few mins

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why swifties cling to joe alwyn

alternate title: How Taylor Swift Convinced The World Of Toe

There are so few pictures of Taylor Swift and Joe Alwyn standing next to each other that Swifties have to photoshop them together. In the Miss Americana documentary, there is one shot that shows Joe Alwyn while Taylor talks about a precious relationship that got her through the Dark Age leading up to Reputation. In her speech, she doesn’t use gendered pronouns or say “boyfriend,” let alone say “Joe.” There are videos the lover took of her, but those videos are careful to never show the lover's face, a hand at most. With Joe, their public appearances together are few and well-planned. There was a pap walk right before Midnights released, just to remind people that they are supposed to believe she is in a happy relationship and that this album is not her third breakup album in a row.

Since 1989, Taylor has consistently written about keeping her relationships secret. Think Wildest Dreams and I Know Places. 1989 also brings us “boys and boys & girls and girl” in a song about how she feels living in New York City, a song where she says “us” and “we" (on the same album as New Romantics). She is including herself in the people who can want who they want.

Then, in Reputation, the lyrics are full of “secret moments in a crowded room, they’ve got no idea about me and you.” “I loved you in secret/in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us,” “picture of your face in an invisible locket,” “you make everyone disappear,” “touching my hand in a dark room.” Like, that’s basically the theme of the entire album.

Weirdly, in Lover, she continues these themes. Not as strongly, but it’s still there (Cruel Summer as the prime example). At this point, Taylor and Joe are not a secret. But the framing of it as a secret relationship lets listeners fill in the gaps of songs. We didn’t see Taylor and Joe in the kitchen in New York, but we can imagine them being there. We never saw Taylor and Joe being “best friends,” but because of her absence from the public eye, one could imagine that being a phase of their relationship. On Cornelia Street, when Taylor says “I get mystified by how this city (New York) screams your name,” we could imagine that Taylor and Joe had memorable moments in NYC, despite the lack of evidence of this. Taylor and Joe having a limited amount of public appearances together means that we can just, imagine them doing whatever she’s talking about in her songs.

Taylor leaves her relationship with Joe to the imagination. Joe has never publicly called Taylor a daisy, but Karlie has. Joe has never been known as Taylor’s “best friend,” but Karlie was. Joe has no major association with New York City, but Karlie does. Joe has never been photographed baking with Taylor, but Karlie has. Despite the very public friendship of Karlie and Taylor, hetlors refuse to see that Taylor is referencing those moments. It's all about plausible deniability.

So on Midnights, when she sings “it’s like snow on the beach” and Gaylors immediately think of VS 2013 and Big Sur, or when we hear Question…? with she/her pronouns and references that line up with kissgate, or when she puts out a breakup song with parallels to Cornelia Street (Maroon) and we think “Oh, she’s not with the Cornelia Street muse. Obviously.”

In my opinion, Taylor wants the general public to believe she’s in a committed heterosexual relationship, partly because of the way she was slut-shamed for the first ten years of her career, partly for the sake of keeping her secrets. So much of Taylor’s life has been grossly publicized, and she has every right to hold onto what she can keep private. She makes it clear for queer people who are listening to and reading her lyrics. But she gets to avoid the hell that was her public life ~1989 era. If someone who knew nothing about Taylor Swift's relationship with Joe Alwyn, they would listen to folklore, evermore, and Midnights and be like "wow she has had her heart broken so damn bad that she wrote three albums about it."

If Taylor is in a glass closet, Joe is the glass. He's the only thing keeping people from seeing Taylor as queer (note: I know Taylor might be bi or pan/not a lesbian, that's completely possible. I just don't think that Toe is real. Not believing in Toe =/= biphobia).

tl;dr: By having few public appearances together and little interview answers about each other, Taylor has created the illusion of Toe being both tumultuous and stable, passionate and calm, temporary and forever.

#gaylor #gaylor swift #lover #reputation #midnights #miss americana #also toe is the worst ship name i can imagine #i wish we'd stuck with jaylor it's so much funnier

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ttpd thoughts

for the record, i'm not trying to be like. purposely hateful or anything, i'm just so deeply disappointed with her. this last year has been a mess and she's repeatedly acted in ways that, at the very least, rub me in the wrong way and at their worst have disgusted me and made me lose so much respect for/faith in her. miss americana has become a piece of performance art rather than any sort of meaningful activism.

she made a very public display of dating/hooking up with a bigot and basically said "fuck you, i do what i want" in response to valid criticism and then tried to smooth it over by working with one of the women he'd called slurs. almost every time she spoke this year, whether in an interview or through tree, she reinforced my worry that she views herself as untouchable and that any sort of negativity or criticism directed toward her should be discounted because she's an "underdog" and a woman, despite the fact that there are very real issues with her words and actions. and don't get me started on everything with football guy and his trump-loving ass.

she is absolutely allowed to do, say, date, fuck, etc. anyone and anything she wants. she can write songs about all of it. she can do damage control and pr and control the narrative however she chooses. she can run smear campaigns and drag names through the mud while maintaining she's the perpetual victim when she's arguably the one with the most power in any given situation. i can appreciate that fame presents a set of challenges that i will never experience or fully comprehend.

but i'm also allowed to have my opinions on it, especially when so much of it is so heavily publicized. there is so much we will never know and there is also so much we do know that we never should have. pretty much since eras was announced, she's become so deeply oversaturated and it went from being cool to see so much hype and getting a new album and new re-recordings to feeling like everything is about money and breaking records. it's become a machine, a content factory, and so many decisions feel rushed, incomplete, and incongruent. it doesn't feel like there's been real thought about the material itself and instead it's become about aesthetics and sensationalism.

i think that's why i'm so frustrated right now and it's highly likely that these albums will grow on me or at least some of the songs. i've been listening to the 12 songs i liked on repeat since i finished my initial run through each album and i already like them even more. but i wish that it could truly just be about the music for me. that's what's always been most meaningful to me about taylor is her lyricism and the stories she tells through her songs. but knowing everything i know and having seen everything i've seen over the past year, it's tainted my perception of the albums and the songs on them.

i think that taylor has a lot of growing to do as a person. i've heard people say that sometimes celebrities are frozen at the age they became famous and i think that really shows in taylor's case. the irony of a song being titled "so high school" was certainly not lost on me. a lot of her phrasing feels very juvenile, just as her treatment of joe and everything surrounding the end of their relationship has been. i never really had feelings about him one way or another, and as i mentioned above, there's a lot we'll never know about what happened between them. but she's been pushing her victim narrative so hard and the only thing i've seen from joe is his support of palestine. actions speak a lot louder than words. it changed so drastically from the initial news of their breakup being amicable to turning him into yet another villain. i have no doubt in my mind that taylor has been treated very poorly by a lot of the men in her life, and joe is likely not an exception. but i'm to the point where i have to take everything she says with a heaping tablespoon of salt.

at the end of the day, taylor's music is her own and i understand why she's said that she wants her work to be about the music and not about the men. i can see how it would feel invalidating to have her songs picked apart and attributed to the men they're written about. and i'm not even trying to do that here. but i can't recall a time when she's been so public about her relationships? in the past, it's felt a lot more like speculation, but jesus, between ratty and tk this past year, we've just been inundated with so much that unless i was an extremely casual fan that managed to escape her face on every news show, billboard, and social media website, i can't fathom not knowing what she's singing about on these albums. she can't have it both ways.

i still have all the music that came before ttpd, and like i said, with subsequent listens, ttpd will probably grow on me a bit, but idk man, i'm over it. and i think it's important to be willing and able to criticize or at the very least analyze your favorite media, whether it's music or tv or film or literature or whatever else. your favorite thing probably sucks in one way or another and pretending it doesn't doesn't make you a better person than someone who acknowledges it. these are complex, extremely nuanced things i take issue with and when it comes down to it, i will never know taylor personally and be able to talk to her about these things and get her point of view and her thoughts. that leaves me to say my piece, which is what this post is.

as a recovering swiftie, i'm just so very tired.

#ramblings #ttpd lb #ttpd2 lb #i have a blood draw in a few hours im gonna go lay down #im more than willing to discuss any of this btw #but im not going to argue or respond to hate if i receive any #also from a purely sonic perspective?#there is nothing special vocally apart from waolom #and the music sounds so similar in almost every song #okay to rb if anyone is so inclined

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thetorturedpoetheadquarters · 14 days

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But Daddy I Love Him Title Analysis

Lyric Similarities:

"My daddy's gonna show you how sorry you'll be" - Picture To Burn

"And our daddies used to joke about the two of us" - Mary's Song (Oh My My My)

"And my daddy said, 'stay away from Juliet'" - Love Story

"And Daddy's smart and you're the prettiest lady in the whole wide world" - The Best Day

"Talking about your daddy's farm we were gonna buy someday / Talking about your daddy's farm and you were gonna marry me" - We Were Happy

"Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen" - No Body, No Crime

The song title is a direct quote from Disney’s The Little Mermaid which came out in 1989.

Synopsis: “A mermaid princess makes a Faustian bargain in an attempt to become human and win a prince's love.” aka Ariel gives up her voice to be with the one she loves.

Ariel is 16 in the movie and Taylor has referenced that age multiple times:

Well, I was sixteen when suddenly I wasn’t that little girl you used to see” - Mary's Song (Oh My My My)

“I’m crazier for you than I was at sixteen, lost in a film scene” - Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince

“Teal was the color of your shirt when you were sixteen at the yogurt shop” - invisible string

“Secret jokes all alone, no one’s home, sixteen and wild” - All Of The Girls You've Loved Before

There is another quote from The Little Mermaid that is very reminiscent of cardigan.

The Little Mermaid: "Teenagers. They think they know everything.” cardigan: "When you are young they assume you know nothing"

Taylor has previously dressed up as Ariel at a 2019 New Year's Eve party where they had to dress up as their childhood heroes.

As TTPD promo, she has been hiding words in old songs. The first word is "hereby" which can also be seen in the contract Ariel signs.

Some people think Harry Styles has something to do with the song due to the fact that Harry wore a shirt with the same Little Mermaid quote back in 2020.

(We would need to know the time the song was written to know for sure because currently it just looks like a coincidence. Taylor has only stated a timeline of 2022-2023 for these songs. But as of 4/15 there are no signs.)

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hellcheersource · 10 months

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Fic collections - Taylor Swift inspired

It seems like our fandom has a lovely crossover between Hellcheer stans and Swifties (myself included) so here's some of the many Hellcheer fics that have a hint of Taylor about them, from naming to plot to inspired by songs.

Voted Most Likely To Run Away With You by @blondiest

When Chrissy escapes Vecna and the only conceivable way to escape him is to RUN, Eddie is the perfect person to run with. But explaining why they're travelling together would be so much easier if they were married, and not two High School seniors... right? Gorgeous fake marriage AU

Song: Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince*, Lover

*if this isn't the most perfect Hellcheer song title, I don't know what is

Throw Your Jacket On The Floor by @enoughtotemptme

Spicy one shot loosely inspired by one of Miss Swift's latests Vault tracks. A song that I'm sure had a few of us thinking Hellcheer given the sultry twist the bass line alone on this one deserves.

Song: I can See You, Speak Now (Taylor's Version) (From the Vault)

Getaway Car by @bumblehumblebeee

Chrissy is pregnant. The only problem is that as far as Jason knows, she's saving herself for marriage. Her getaway car might have more of an idea about what's been going on

Song: Getaway Car, Reputation

You Drew Stars Around My Scars by @idontgettechnology

The Flower shop/Tattoo shop classic trope we all love (don't worry, we might do a collection inspired by these tropes soon as well!). Some lovely moments around Chrissy's family in here, and the lyrics chosen for the title fit the setting of this one perfectly

Song: Cardigan, Folklore

but it's golden by Cunninghams

A group camping trip. A recent break up. Two pining best friends. What more could we ask for? Well, chapter titles inspired by Taylor songs as well!

Song: Daylight, Lover

New Romantics (series) by Lafilles Version

A collection of fics centered around Popstar Chrissy and Rockstar Eddie as they navigate fame, fortune and their relationship

Song: New Romantics, 1989

#hellcheer fanfic #hellcheer au #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #fic rec #*#taylor swift

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stood-onthecliffside · 7 months

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thoughts on beach89? photos, themes and titles of vault tracks?

ohhhhhh i LOVE this question i think

this post by @sayitslove and this post by @taylortruther are beautifully done and worth a read!

anyways now the photos -> i think they are appropriate as to what the vaults may sound like! the 'tip toeing' one and 'ballerina' gives me very very heavy mirrorball vibes when no one is around, my dear you'll find me on my tallest tiptoes// i'm still on that tightrope i'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me,,, i also think in hindsight 1989 as an album + era was very mirrorball in itself (getting more and more slut-shamed because she was gaining a lot of fame, trying a new genre especially when tons of people wanted to fail including her label being label discouraging and country people especially men perceiving her as a threat, she was as a girlie in her 20s was going through refer to her billboard speech 'you think i am dating to much? okay here is an album about friendship. you think that my music boring and repetitive? okay here is an entire shit of genre' etc etc).

the screaming one -> just the last american dynasty vibes all the way and miss americana and the heartbreak prince although it can be argued that they are very interchangeable songs! i mean she was portrayed as 'an evil woman' who never apologises holds a grudge is and a 'man hater' and writes about her relationships only. so it is so fitting for 1989.

the ice cream one -> is actually my favourite cause it perfectly meshes the suburban or beach and the city which means that she is embracing both sides. this edit by @hits-differently is so telling! given that they all (public during 1989) are calling her a 'slut!' yet she is so unbothered.

the vault tracks

'slut!' -> as i have been saying that i have a feeling that new romantics is going to transition into slut (production-wise) and it would cover all the 'rumours' as mentioned about in new romantics,, i personally think it would be very 1989 as we know it because the core theme of og has always been addressing the wild accusation and just beating the narrative made by the public. i think this edit by @dancingwiththecoven explains it well,, almost as if taylor is acknowledging a word that was used against her and giving it a new meaning.

say dont go -> i am assuming it to have the themes of all you had to do was stay and how you get the girl! i think it is going to be how the story is over but she is still rooting for the two of them. i know this not going to happen but i would love to see first taylor repeating dont go dont go in a pleading voice with a phone call effect on it and then a choir joining it until it is just her again saying that again and again in a high pitched voice and then suddenly it stops (like the calling being cancelled)

now that we dont talk- this like lowkey throwing me off because it feels like a sad song but i have a feeling that she might be a bop with sad lyrics yes but with out of pocket lyrics as well. something like now that we dont talk i have clinging onto your best friend lips every night or something idk!

is it over now-> again feels like a sad song may not but seem like a letter being addressed to the fire situation where she writes a long ass message but deletes it. might go on a limb and say we might get an electric guitar on this.

suburban legends -> i am actually very very excited for this! i do see this as a sad bop honestly as i was saying to @alwaysleadstoyou a month before it gives me the vibes of astronomy by conan gray. defo see it as two lovers who grew apart, although they didn't want to and although they were so talked about and everyone's favourite couple in the suburb (re champagne problems) they moved on but no one else did. lyrics seems like cowboy like me and dorothea,,, production false god.

now the transition from city to beach is a controversial one; i almost dont care. i understand how the beach is more suitable for the 'new taylor' as growth, and understand that the beach makes more sense now that she is older and wiser(especially with out of the woods mv i.e., meeting herself on the beach she is finally clean etc etc). while i understand that others would want the bustling noisy city as she is re-recording NOT making a new record! and the opener does start with welcome to new york.

i just think that she moved to the beach because the vaults match the vibe more with it and just rolled with that. also, i cannot find my post before 1989tv was announced cause of tumblr system but i think it sums this up perfectly she can go anywhere she wants just not home because she left a part of her back in new york to a house, not a home, all alone 'cause nobody's there

[sorry for the very late reply nonie! but i was invested!]

#taylor swift #1989 taylor's version

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lylethewaterguy · 7 months

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Some of my favourite dc characters and songs that remind me of them because i felt like it:

Oliver Queen/Green Arrow: Island - Miley Cyrus

Sounds obvious I know, but it really fits him perfectly with his love/hate relationship to the island.

“And I won’t lie, it sure gets lonely here at night - But no one here needs nothing from me, and it’s kinda nice”

Roy Harper/Arsenal: Archer - Taylor Swift

This one also seems very obvious based on the title but I also think it just suits Roy and everything he’s been through both with addiction and with losing so many people close to him.

“I’ve been the archer - I’ve been the prey - Screaming, who could ever leave me, darling? - But who could stay?”

Dick Grayson/Nightwing: Vampire - Olivia Rodrigo

This song is 100% Dick (/Jason) thinking about Bruce and you cannot convince me otherwise.

“And every girl I ever talked to said that you were bad, bad news - You called them crazy, God I hate the way I called them crazy too - You’re so convincing - How do you lie without flinching”

Justice League International: Americana - Jonas Brothers

No thoughts, just vibes. I don’t know why but this song is how I feel when reading or thinking about the JLI.

“We’re gonna get home when we get home”

Beatriz Da Costa/Fire and Tora Olafsdotter/Ice: Green Green Grass - George Ezra

Both perfect colour wise but also captures their partners in crime energy super well I think.

“Green, green grass - Blue, blue sky - You better throw a party on the day that I die”

Scott Free/Mister Miracle: God Must Hate Me - Catie Turner

This is mainly based on the 2018 existential crisis Barbie Scott (aka my favourite Scott).

“Same hands that made the moon and the stars - Got carpal tunnel and forgot some parts - I don’t know what I believe - But it’s easier to think - He made a mistake with me”

Ted Kord/Blue Beetle: Groundhog Day - Em Beihold

I just feel like Ted is a very stuck in the past, doesn’t really have a place in the present, character and this song perfectly encapsulates that.

“I just wanna drive away - But I don’t have a car, so I guess I gotta stay - And it’s easy to say I’m okay - Up and down these emotional waves”

Michael Jon Carter/Booster Gold: Used To Be Young - Miley Cyrus

Modern/post 2007 dad Booster thinking back to his days with the JLI.

“You tell me time has done changed me - That’s fine, I had a good run - I know I used to be crazy - That’s cause I used to be young”

Michael Jon Carter/Booster Gold: DEAD FRIENDS - Demi Lovato

Feels somewhat self explanatory.

“I miss the hell we can’t raise, I miss the time we can’t waste - I miss the texts they can’t send, I miss my dead friends”

Michael Jon Carter/Booster Gold and Ted Kord/Blue Beetle: Loved You Before - Peach PRC

They gay.

“Two complementary colors - The winter, the spring and summer - Forever just lost lovers that keep getting rediscovered”

(I thought about including songs from musicals but then I figured there’s so many more so that’s be better for a separate post)

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ilikepjo24 · 2 months

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"All Taylor Swift songs sound the same 🤡"

*slams hand on table* Experiment Time! Let's test your theory and see if it's correct or not, shall we?

Your assignment is to listen to the 10 songs I'll give you back-to-back. One song from each Taylor Swift album. The songs are in order of release, meaning the first one is from her debut album and the last one is from her more recent released album. That way you can all see how much Taylor's songwriting and production elements vary even on albums that were written one after the other.

Tied Together With a Smile from Taylor Swift (self titled debut)

The Best Day from Fearless

Long Live from Speak Now

Nothing New (ft Phoebe Bridgers) from Red

Shake It Off from 1989

I Did Something Bad from Reputation

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince from Lover

My Tears Ricochet from Folkrole

No Body, No Crime from Evermore

Karma from Midnights

I demand bonus points because none of those songs are about her love life and therefore prove, along with the fact that her songs don't sound the same, that age doesn't only write about her love life.

Tied Together With a Smile is about a friend of hers that was struggling with an eating disorder

The Best Day is a song dedicated to her mother for helping her through hard times during her childhood

Long Live is a "thank you" song for all the support she has received from her fans

Nothing New is about how media mistreats and criticizes young female artists simply for commiting the crime of being young and female

Shake It Off is Taylor saying that she doesn't let the hate of the Dads, the Brads and the Chads get to her

I Did Something Bad plays into the villain controversy surrounding Taylor Swift at that time in her career because of her beef with Kanye West

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince is Taylor sharing her concerns about the future of America with Donald Trump as the president (Lover came out on 2019)

My Tears Ricochet is about dealing with the grief of losing an important long lasting friendship and partnership because your friend and coworker sold you out

No Body, No Crime is a lyrical story in which the protagonist suspects that her best friend was murdered by her unfaithful husband after his infidelity was revealed, and killing him in retaliation (and getting away with it too!)

Karma is about Taylor's success in comparison to Scooter Braun, a man who ferociously bullied her before stealing her entire catalogue from her. She survived.

My brother in Christ, do those songs sound the same to you? I don't think so. Especially considering how some of them don't even belong to the same genre.

Thus proven.

#taylor swift #taylornation #taylor nation #anti antis

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thatbanditqueen · 2 years

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She Can’t Be All Bad

So you made it to my corner of tumblr. Welcome! This is a multi-fandom blog mainly devoted to twentieth century pop culture history, especially midcentury americana, and classic film and TV. I'm really into Elvis Presley right now. So it’s probably more honest to say that its mainly devoted to Elvis fic, games and media.

Fun & Games

Elvis Movie Gang

Sometimes we live stream movies together, watch here for the next one.

Asks Games

What would you take after a night with Elvis in 1975?

Caption This Photo

Under Appreciated Elvis

What Is Your Elvis Nickname?

Fuck, Marry, Kill Elvis Movie Characters

Bandit Queen Writings Masterlist

All of my content is 18 + so minors DNI.

You can find my master list below the fold.

If you enjoy any of my work, please consider following me, commenting and reblogging my work.

ELVIS PRESLEY

One - shots

Short stories 2 - 5 K

Ongoing Series, click on title for chapters

Basic Training

Summary: Bess is a smart, young secretary working at Fort Hood, dreaming of a life beyond the military one she has always known. That's why she doesn't date soldiers, they only break your heart, and she is looking ahead to something better. One Friday night in March, she stumbles in to the new draftee who's turned the base upside down....

The Only Sure Thing

Summary: Miriam Cohen runs away from her Orthodox family in Memphis in 1960, and ends up living in Los Angeles, where her older brother is a member of the Memphis Mafia, working and living with Elvis Presley. Miriam begins an affair with Elvis as he struggles to get Hollywood to take him seriously, and she experiences the blossoming counterculture growing in California during the 1960s while navigating Elvis' controlling, jealous and unfair expectations.

No One Walks Out on Big Daddy

Summary: Rebecca is a single mom working a dead end job in Jackson, Mississippi when a chance encounter brings her into bed with Elvis in June 1975. Angst and smut follow....

NON-ELVIS FIC

Against the Wall

Austin Butler x OC in 1980s AU (an experiment)

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve 1987, and Austin finds himself at a Silverlake dive bar, where he meets the voluptuous and insecure Hannah. Both struggling to make it in the movie biz, they embark on a tumultuous relationship....

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measuredmotion · 3 months

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hi 🥰 what are your favourite and least favourite songs from each Taylor’s album and why? ✨ <- i need you to do this too!

I haven’t seen that one coming, for real! 😂 Thank you, Poppy ❤️😌

so, i’m a terribly awful Swiftie for saying this but I despise DEBUT 💚 I really am. I couldn’t decide which song is my least favourite in reverse of situation when trying to choose fave one, so i figured the track I tolerate is A Place in This World. And the rest of the album is on the other side, I’m sorry 😅

Fearless 💛 This album is much more likeable! I like: Fearless, Love Story, You Belong with Me, The Way I Love You, Untouchable, Don’t You, Mr. Perfectly Fine! Those are bops, sometimes sad nevertheless I like them a lot! See? I redeemed myself 😂 Now to the next part! I’m not the biggest fan of Superstar and White Horse 🫢 These are not clicking with me 🙁

Speak Now 💜 I must say this album grew on me a loooot, A LOT! I look at it in a different way than I used to be, and now it’s one of my faves 😄 Speak Now the song defender ok? I like all of the songs beside… Last Kiss… I know, ok, I KNOW. May I choose the date of crucification? And Ours and Superman, I feel those two were fillers of the album Taylor needed at the time 😕

RED ❤️ Alright, this one will be super tough, because it is a really, really good album and it deserves the Grammy of course! 🥹❤️ State of Grace, Red, Treacherous, ATW (10min version), The Last Time, Holy Ground, Lucky One, Sad Beautiful Tragic, IBYTAM, Nothing New and Forever Winter are the most magical part of this album for me 🤧 The least… well, I’m not that much of a supporter of Ed Sheeran’s feat. on this album, so Everything Has Changed and Run duo is a no. Also that remix of Girl At Home, no, thank you. Stay Stay Stay it’s just meh I guess? 😅😅

1989 🩵 IT’S "MY” ALBUM! and I absolutely love eeeverything about it! It’s a no skip one, I can’t choose the song I dislike. I love all of them! 🥹🩵

REPUTATION 🖤 Aaaaahh! This one, I love memories occurring when I think of days when this one was released 🥹 I definitely like Ready For It, Delicate, Don’t Blame Me, LWYMMD, IDSB, Getaway Car, I would like KoMH more if it was more rock-ish? And CIWYWI 🖤 The least: So It Goes, DWOHT, End Game, TIWWCHNT 🤓 This album is legendary, right, but now I see some cringe about it?

Lover 🩷 My fave is definitely the title track, Lover! It’s such a sweet pop ballad ✨ Next ones are: The Archer, Cruel Summer, DBTC, Paper Rings - silly cute song 😌 Cornelia Street, London Boy (shut up, Pops 😂❤️), False God, the saxophone okaaay? And Daylight! The least fave are Afterglow 🫢, Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince 😅 It’s a solid album, fun, important album in Taylor’s career and I will defend it forever ✨

FOLKLORE 🩶 I CAN’T! I DENY! I LOVE THIS ALBUM!

EVERMORE 🤎 SAME! NO SKIP! Closure defender!

Midnights 💙 Well, there are songs I adore and adore a little bit less for sure. Let’s start with first ones: Lavender Haze (I remember listening to first beats for the first time ✨🥹) Anti-Hero, YOYOK (although it took time!), Midnight Rain (same…), Maroon, SOTB but with Lana’s verse 🥴, Vigilante Shit, Karma, Labyrinth, Sweet Nothing, Mastermind, GREAT WAR!! Paris is such a fun track! High Infidelity and Dear Reader ✨ When it comes to least: BTTWS 🥹 I don’t listen to this that much. The rest of songs are great but not my favourites.

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