#gold rush vibes

[trulybetty]

Joel Miller | pre TLOU vibes.

[explorerswiftie]

lavendar haze is giving me slow motion double vision in rose blush vibes

[milfygerard]

but fr outside of my contracted madness i absolutely refuse to give joe alwyn gold rush like how is that song at all related to their relationship the lyrics clearly spell out a relationship that either never existed or only existed in implication and fantasies and maybe-maybe nots and its so bitter and yet desperately soft in the bridge where it almost projects a sense of envy, of wanting to be them as much as you want them. It continues an interesting oft ignored lyrical trend of taylor wanting just as much to be her lover as to have them, envying their easy charisma (you were flush with the currency of cool/i was always turning out my pockets) or quiet dignity (your integrity makes me seem small) dating back to her earliest songs (the kind of flawless i wish i could be). Theres a projected self hatred and yearning to be better that twists itself into both romantic and sexual lust for her partners thats so fascinating and speaks to how all of her songs regardless of who theyre about are also an act of self reflection on who she is and who she wishes to be.

[midnighttragedy28]

Evermore by Taylor Swift is THE His Dark Materials album. Right Where You Left Me? Silverparry. Ivy? Masriel. Cowboy Like Me? Also Masriel. Marjorie? Will and Jopari. Coney Island? Silverparry anthem. Gold Rush? Marisa Coulter. Dorothea? Lyra and Roger. No I will not elaborate.

Also Silverparry and Masriel are Lover and Reputation and I stand by that.

[kcvulpinestudios]

“The Ghost Town of Midas”

In the hills about Putnamville CA, just near the Tule River lies the remains of a small town. This was the community of Midas.

This small establishment was created in the 1850s during the rise of the prospectors during the California Gold Rush. It was a lone trapper who discovered bits of gold in the river and proclaimed the land had “the Golden Touch of Midas.” It had a boom period, but after that there were new opportunities back in the valley that would make the towns folk leave. It became a quiet ghost town, but became a popular hideout for bootleggers and rum runners.

Though it’s quiet again, there are mysteries about the towns sudden end. As said earlier, there were new opportunities in farming and trade in towns like Putnamville. However, there were rumors of something else that drove the townsfolk away. According to some of the late rumrunners, they recall seeing a large creature or two stalking them. Encounters range from watching said creature to attacks with large rocks and blood curdling screams. On one night alone, a “battle” took place between a group of the runners and these creatures, leading to claw marks and bullet holes on the buildings. Even today, ranchers note that their animals would avoid the town area as if something lives there, though they never saw the root of this fear. Maybe it’s a mountain lion den. Who knows?

To this day, there are no clear answers what happened in Midas. Folks around here just claim the bootleggers were just having a wild night with their guns and encountered a mountain lion. That’s the accepted story. While others believe the monster (whatever it is) may be real. We’ll probably never know. The real question is this:

Are you willing to visit Midas? If so, what will you see?

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I wrote this story as a new bit of Life Beside the Tracks lore. I hope y’all enjoy it.

[lingeringscars]

gonna out myself rn and say this was the last tswift album i care about :///

[jon-decor]

I feel the rush

Addicted to your touch 🏆❤️‍🔥

[weaselle]

I think I gotta get another cup of coffee in me otherwise I know that there’s no way that I’ll begin, see; tryina free my soul the joke is that it’s always been free but anything that’s ever done we always do again, we have to use our knowledge to produce a new solution, it’s weird a creature smart as us is losing to pollution, you’d think a bigger brain would somehow lead to less confusion, but our clever makes us better suited to illusion. Always ready to be deadly, everyone’s a product of our own environment, that’s probably why we’re all fucked; but even if the luck is out you know I’m down to try it, so sell a lie of life revised I’d really like to buy it - don’t ignore the Kie it’s: best to get to listening to glitter that I spit or speak to keep the vision glistening! I guess I’m not the best with plans it seems I’m always breakin’ ‘em, but with a crew the plans we’d do! I’m really good at makin’ ‘em. One day I’ll finally find a way to do the things I’m dreaming, until that time I’ll play with rhyme (it’s either that or screaming).

[taylorslastkiss]

A Playlist For Every Taylor Swift Song

gold rush -> Link here.

My top tracks:

All Those Pretty Lights - Andrew Belle

Drunk In Love - Beyoncé, Jay-Z

The Feeling - Justin Bieber, Halsey

So Special - MUNA

Harleys In Hawaii - Katy Perry

[trulybetty]

Joel Miller | pre TLOU vibes part deux.

+ bonus two

this makes me want to write some pre-tlou fic

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @talk2much​

“everyone just fall at your feet everywhere? hm?” diego was teasing, but his words held weight as he slid closer, leaning against the couch. “how many people am i gonna fight off tonight for your attention?”

[inkmaze]

sometimes you're watching deleted scenes and you wanna shake someone. why was this deleted!! it's important!!!! HEH???

[kariachi]

*remembers Dragon’s Kin exists*

*desire to shake Anne and Todd intensifies*

[ljf613]

"gold rush" gives me such pre/early canon henry (and his relationship with regina) vibes

it's all "everyone else may have fallen for this act but i've seen past it" and "this love is about your selfishness and i'm done playing along" and "i'm giving this up because it hurts too much" and "i'd rather look for something else than try to find a way to fix this" and "i've seen your failures and flaws and i refuse to look closer and try to figure out who you are beneath them" and "i don't want to want this (but maybe i do anyway, just a little)" and-

[stedesbonnets]

wait why's it called gold rush they're not racing to california in 1849

the same reason the goo goo dolls named the song iris

vibes

[peachesofteal]

Light On - single mom/neighbor fic Simon Riley/female reader - 18+ MDNI brief suggestive content, Christmas vibes (these characters do not celebrate Christmas religiously) 🎄 There'll be much mistltoeing / It's the most wonderful time of the year - for @glitterypirateduck's cod holiday challenge

"She's lovely." Laswell comments, standing at his shoulder in the living room.

"She is." He answers, but doesn't bother to look at her, too transfixed on you, watching the way you smile and laugh, champagne flute in one hand, baby in the other. Blood rushes through his body as he stares at you, marveling at how bloody good you look with the baby on your hip, and even though he knows it's an archaic mentality, he can't help but dream about giving you another. Kate gives him a smirk that he just barely catches from the corner of his eye, and he cuts her an exasperated look. "Excuse me."

"By all means."

He makes his way to your side where you're chatting with Gaz's date, Lily, wine colored velvet dress draped across your body, snug and silky across your skin. Your hair is done, styled differently, arranged on top of your head instead of your usual or pulled into something looser, shiny gold cuff curled around the top of your ear. You’re stunning, and his mind turns over, trying to determine if it’s okay or appropriate to tell you for the third time tonight that he’s obsessed with you, that he wants to get you home and worship you, wants to rip your dress off and ruin it. He wonders if you’ll let him take you home early, if you’ll be quiet for him when he bends you over the bed, if you’ll come on his cock all breathy and sweet with his name on your lips.

Emmaline sits embraced in nook of your elbow, white and green dress complemented by tiny, shiny, black shoes, babbling away at anyone who will look at her. She lights up when he steps closer, trying to tip out of your grasp towards his, discontent rising in her crumpled little brow when she can't break free.

"Hi." You beam, his hand finding the small of your back, Emmaline wriggling around to face him, leaning back with a big smile, knocking her head into his side. You roll your eyes at Lily. "I've become chopped liver to my own baby."

"Alright, sweet pea. C'mere then." He settles her on top of his forearm, chubby fist knotting into the collar of his shirt. "Let's give mama a break, eh?" You smile, relieved, reaching up for a kiss, tip toes stretching until he leans to meet you, and when you pull away, you give Emmaline one on her cheek, bright baby giggles echoing through the room. "We're going to see what the team is up to." He bounces her, and your thumb strokes a soft circle into his waist.

"Okay."

"There she is!" Gaz calls, and Emmaline squirms in Simon's grasp, pressing her face into his neck, head tilted just slightly so she can still see the guys, cheeks dimpled. She watches Kyle cautiously, incredibly shy, and Simon whispers to comfort her.

"What's wrong, baby girl? You're alright. It's just Gaz." She mouths at his shirt, and he smooths a hand over the back of her head softly. "She's not usually so reserved, loves attention."

"Ye're scaring her." Johnny admonishes as huffs, breath rolling in a fog through the chilled air, but when Simon turns, Emmaline whips around, peering over his shoulder to stare at Gaz, expression delighted.

"I don't think she's scared, Soap. Looks smitten to me." Johnny clucks his tongue, half outraged, and Gaz just laughs, stroking her cheek as she coos soft sweet nonsense towards him, making Johnny scowl.

“’m supposed tae be her favorite.” He grumbles, and Price barks out a laugh, clapping him on his back.

“Gotta get your own for that, son.” He shakes his head, reaching a finger out to her fist, letting her grab onto him. She immediately starts to drag it towards his mouth, and Price lets her, chuckling softly under his breath. “Needs something for her teeth.”

"I think we've got something in her bag." Simon rubs her back, watching how her eyes light up when she spots Price's beard, tiny fingers mindlessly drifting towards his chin. "Mama's been giving you frozen pacifiers, huh?"

"Ye should try scotch, my maw used tae give me some, when ah was a bairn." Johnny tickles his fingers across her side and she shrieks into a giggle fit, nearly choking on laughter that has him glowing with pride. "Who's yer favorite uncle, Emmaline? Is it Uncle Soap?" Johnny whispers in his best baby voice, and Simon snorts.

"She can't have scotch, MacTavish. She's a baby, and-"

"Alright out here?" You're standing in the door, half in, half out, teetering precariously on the top step, and for the hundredth time tonight you take Simon's breath away, light from the kitchen shimmering behind you like a halo, framing you in a soft, warm yellow glow, his stomach clenching.

"We're alright." He promises, already making his way towards the doorway, taking the stairs until you're within arms reach, Emmaline clapping her hands together when she spots you. "You okay?" He keeps his voice low, yet still tender, trying not to give the guys too much ammo, and you smile, spectacular and sweet, enough to make him melt on the spot.

"Yeah, just wanted to check on you two." You brush a finger across Emma's cheek, mouth opening to say something else when Johnny's voice rings across the patio, cheeky and smug.

"LT, ye're standın' under mistletoe." He hadn't noticed the cluster of greenery tacked to the bricked arch just outside the door, but it's hard to miss now, and when you glance above your head and laugh, he shrugs his shoulders. "Well..."

"Well?" You raise an eyebrow. A challenge. An invitation. Enough of both for him, encouragement not needed in the first place, his lips finding yours easily, pulling you into the bulk of his body, wrapping an arm around your waist while still holding Emma against his chest in the other. She bridges the gap between you, both of his girls safe and sheltered in his arms, and he blocks out the sound of Gaz and Johnny's shouting and whooping, focusing on the taste of your tongue, smell of your skin, plush lips against his. It's everything, you're everything, you and Emmaline- his family, his to love, to care for, to protect, emotion welling up in his chest that has him pulling away and pressing his nose against the top of your head, mouth finding your temple, your cheek, his eyes closed and breaths measured.

"Merry Christmas." He whispers, still holding you tight, and you dip forward to press a kiss to Emmaline's scalp, your hand reaching for his jaw, thumb reverently stroking across the scar on his cheek.

"Merry Christmas Simon."