Do you hate TTPD or are you just tired of the oversaturation of Taylor Swift that we've gotten in the last 4 years with Folklore, Evermore, Midnights, 4 re-recorded albums, the Eras tour, and all the hullabaloo about her breaking various streaming, sales, chart, and award records?
Do you hate TTPD or are you just massively turned off by the legions of fanatical Swifties who can't seem to wrap their minds around the idea that just because an artist is particularly good at creating music that resonates with them, does not mean that that artist is objectively the greatest and best music artist of all time and therefore above any criticism?
Do you hate TTPD or are you just disappointed with the fact that, after two indie folk albums filled with beautifully crafted, haunting ballads where TS exercises her skills as a storyteller, she has put out an album that basically demands that you are intimately familiar with her dating history to understand?
Do you hate TTPD or do you just wish she'd move on from Jack Antonoff's increasingly stale, repetitive, and honestly sort of lazy production?
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Thinking of an immortal Amos but with Yae vibes. She's bored. She's disconnected. Her lover doesn't get her. She loves him. She wanders the tower while he's locks himself away occupied, and when she sees him he gives gifts upon gifts but never reacts to her thoughts and wants.
She's been alive for too long. Everyone she knows and loves growing up is dead. New people born and die. No one knows her. She's the human lover of the tyrant who does nothing against the tyrant. When's the last time she held her bow?
She's bored. She doesn't bother getting to know these new humans. They look at her the same. They're fun while they're alive. They all regard her with the same suspision, one who betrayed humanity for the riches of a god. Why not toy with those assumptions. No one believes she too longs for the seas and skies
A bard walks in and he has a dream. His determined eyes says he'll cast the tyrant down. How funny, from such a young boy. He'll see her as the enemy, as they all do. He'll try and he'll fail and he'll believe she helped strike his rebellion down. Maybe she will. She's bored, she's been alive with the tyrant for too long, no one will accept her, she may as well have some fun with this wanna-be rebel
He sings of skies and flight and she's amused. Only the young can dream like that, she's old and weary. She's bored, but she's still the lover of the tyrant and that gives her some power. So she has the guards look the other way when he sings, and echos his words to the nobles to watch how they yearn.
The little guy's fearless, maybe even overconfident. She picks up and draws her bow on him once or twice for show (never to hurt him, she doesn't want to lose this toy yet) to see how he'll react. She can see how he hates her. He doesn't know she's keeping him and his tunes of dissent safe. She laughs in approval at his refusal to back down and he takes it as mockery
He sings of skies and seas and she's reminded. Reminded of how she too misses a life beyond the barrier, the tower, where she's also free. Her lover is busy banning another tune. She hums it as she walks through the halls. She braids her hair as the rebels do, feathers hanging off that strand. Her lover's too busy and full of assumptions to know what it means. That bard still hates her, thinks she's making a mockery of his cause.
It's been so long and this is the most fun she's had in centuries. She finds herself dreaming again of the world beyond. Instead, she sneaks out of the tower and follows her heart, winding down a back alley where the bard quietly sings to a small creature hiding in his scarf from the bitter winds (she's never been affected by the winds from her lover, the role comes with its occational benefits).
She sings with this boy hundreds of years younger than her. She hums one of the banned tunes he wrote, and adds a clumsy verse about the seas and forests to compliment his skies. Eloquent and clever, he makes known unsaid in no uncertain terms that she will never be trusted. She can see in his eyes that he believes he'll be executed in hours (though will fight to the bitter end), caught by the one closest to the tyrant himself, and she can't help one more jab at him — who does he think is behind the guards never looking his way, always leaving him a route for escape? What, did he truly think dozens of his tunes were banned under the tyrannt's gaze but he was always so lucky to get away at the last moment? Interesting little thing, to believe he did it unhelped
The next time she sees him is months later. More songs are banned, some words are banned, unrest is brewing and this time he seeked her out. She is bored and disillusioned and no longer believes her lover to be capable of love. So she follows him whereever he takes her, and leaks vital information about the security of the tower. He asks her what her lover is like and she tells him all she knows and feels. She can tell in these months apart he's given her too a lot more thought, drew his own conclusions between the stories about her and her own words and dreams.
And offers her a part in their rebellion
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