#forever swiftie

[guessilljusttumblonhometomycats]

No mean girls allowed in the swiftie club !!!!! She's not mother she's bestie she's soul mate she's sister she's literally our heart ❤️ - i said what i said

the high of going viral and getting attention on social media is fucking up everyone's heads soooooo badly like we've talked about respecting taylor's privacy in the past so many goddamn times, it's a tired topic to come across. and i don't know how many more dead horses have to be beaten but jesus christ fans have GOT to get fucking grip and step back and look at how you're treating a human being for fucks sake.

[peachjelliedd]

you left me no choice but to stay here forever

[reputation-tv]

I was there when you said "forever and always"

[mmemirrorball]

THE CARDIGAN TO PETER PIPELINE

[seeitallnow]

oh back up, baby back up | Forever & Always live from the Fearless tour (2009)

[taylor-swift-bracket]

🎇Please reblog!🎇

[drugsttoreperfume]

thinking about buck driving around post 8x15 and illicit affairs is on the radio and he's about to change the station but then he hears and you want to scream don't call me kid and just starts breaking down all over again

[one-hell-of-otaku-is-here]

Watching The Sonadown iceberg on Yt be like: you need this they're literally soulmates

Me after watching it for 3 hours: omg they really are soulmates

[l0nelywitchversion]

call the man!

[theysaidspeaknoww]

I've been looking sad in all the nicest places..

[mobagehelllocal]

“chain ‘round my neck”

a/n: my wrist won’t let me draw :c but my delusions never end ! bye dont mind that i wrote this ages ago this is inspired by these stupid 22000 yen necklaces. (it is pictured below)

this is dedicated to @hanafubukki my favourite person ever.

warning: possible outdated characterisations (im sorry :c), possible delusional characterisations (im NOT sorry)

when you wonder how you got into this situation, you’ll think back to that one lunch break where you bet ace trappola that he could never plan “the perfect date”.

how unfortunate for you that he took that as a personal insult.

now, here you are: having lost said bet. and by the looks of that insufferable, cocky grin that curled his lips, he knew it too.

the idea of a perfect date was entirely subjective to the people involved in said date. and trappola had not wasted a single moment he had spent with you, to craft something so magical and utterly destructive for you. you.

brunch in a sun dappled cafe at a quarter past twelve (and oh perhaps you grew a little jealous of how the sun kissed the little curls in his hair, the soft squish of his cheeks). then a quick duck into an old time arcade with the sun at its peak, where he proceeded to beat the shit out of you at all the music based games (and you can't really get mad at him when you're a little in lo infatuated with the way he smiles). escaped the arcade near sundown to explore an open market where you spent your thaumarks on little trinkets and street foods (and he gripes and moans and refuses but he holds your stuff and spends a second too long thinking about how the warmth of your hand suffused into your things-).

before finally, he took you home (to ramshackle). hands behind his head with an insufferable, cocky grin on his stupid, smart-talking, clever mouth.

“so, didja enjoy it?”

you bit your lip—did you really want to tell him how well he did, knowing he’d lord it over you for (probably) the rest of your lives? ace smirked at your uncertain expression; his hand lowered into his pocket and fiddled with his final card.

because he wasn’t quite done with you—no.

he was going to get you to admit that he had done a perfect job, and he had planned the cherry on top for your wonderful day.

“maybe.” you managed; he barely held his snort in and you glared at him. cheeks flushed with embarrassment, with the inability to admit defeat… to him, of all people.

“then it’s good I’m not quite done yet.” he watched in delight as your expression changed from indignant to confused.

“you…” you began before he shushed you loudly and gestures for you to turn around. which you did, almost immediately (barely considering how far have you come that you’d trust ace trappola with your back!?).

and with your back to him; he has a second where he loses his breath. because if he were to be honest (and he’s not one for honesty); this part wasn’t really in the plan. he had added it in as a silly ‘heeheehaha’ moment because he wanted to ruin you.

but this would ruin him too; him and all his ‘love is just a pain’ speeches.

but your back was to him, and you’ve already started fidgeting and with every shaky inhale you both make, the awkwardness only lengthened; and he’ll do it just so you wouldn’t ever think (in the future) there was a possibility that he almost chickened out (because he actually was, and fuck why was his hands sweaty, now?).

you flinched as you felt something touch the nape of your neck. in the next second you realised that the featherlight touch is the tips of his callused fingers and in the second after; it’s cool metal—a necklace. your shoulder twitched, but you hold yourself steady. and was it wishful thinking that his hands lingered a second after he fastened the necklace properly?

he cleared his throat and you turned slowly. your hand raised to touch the necklace, fingers fiddled with the pendant that now hung around your neck. every twist of your fingers was in time with the beat of your heart.

“how about now?”

it takes you a breath (maybe two) before you remembered he was asking you about the perfect date. (you were a little lost by how close he was). about the bet. (you were a little lost by the cherry red of his eyes).

you nod, incapable of words that could summarise the internal warring over the destruction of your peace of mind and this overwhelming desire to just—just—

‘if there was nothing left between us then—’

but ace pulls back; and the second that could have been your forever, shatters.

“great.” he grins, hands tucked into his pocket (not at all sweaty, certainly!) “then i’ll expect you to tell everyone i won.”

“… yeah.” because was there anything else you can say to him?

“—see you monday.”

“monday.” you echoed.

and you both turn around; ever more keenly aware of that thing that hangs, that lingers, that remains, that grows, that blooms... between the two of you.

-

"i want to wear his initial "on a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck not because he owns me but 'cause he really knows me."

[victorianpuckbunny]

The friendship of Jack Hughes and Trevor Zegras 💫

Trevor likes Harry Potter, knows the characters and his favourite is Ron Weasley.

Jack has no idea about Harry Potter and believes that there is a doctor Slytherin.

Trevor is an avowed Swiftie, Jack claims that he doesn't even know a single song.

Jack, wearing trevor's jersey, singing country roads and pulling on the jersey at the part "...where i belong..."

Trevor, answering the question about how he feels to play against his friend Jack, with "No friends. I'm not friends with him. Not today at least."

Jack has still to pay for breakfast.

Trevor, spending five weeks with the Hughes family, basically stressing out Quinn.

Jack, complimenting Trevor's "nice lil' pants".

Trevor, watching Jack's game with Jim Hughes.

Jack, gushing over Trevor's Michigan style goal.

[glittercatsandtaylorswift]

I DONT WANNA LIVE FOREVER X MINE

Toronto night 2

[the-bolter-tom]

i love how i don’t have a lot of mutuals but they’re all interacting with me so i feel special idk i might have schizophrenia