#gorgeous taylor swift

[swiftieinbrazil]

Taylor Swift trying to perform Gorgeous as a surprise song at The Eras Tour on April 29th, 2023 - (x)

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

My Wife’s Lovers – Carl Kahler // Gorgeous – Taylor Swift

[inejschumacher]

Day 5 of Via’s Taycember

pairing: george russell x reader

wc: 1011

cw: alcohol, implied cheating

An oddity, the Red Bull Formula 1 car hung above the Vegas nightclub. Was it real or a replica? Only God knows. Or his opposite of a devil, Christian Horner. The club was loud, bright beams of blue, red and green lights dancing around the overfull building. People and drinks alike spilled all over the place, dancing to the loud music and screaming along.

You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk. You should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong

A London boy, you thought. what an odd accent. He said something, maybe a question? Were you drunk? It was so funny. The way he spoke. No r’s? The round u? It pissed you off. Why not speak normally? This was Vegas, not London. Or Manchester. Whatever British city he was from.

But you couldn’t tear yourself away from him. His eyebrows were raised, disappearing into his fluffy hair.  Cute style. He better not put any gel in. Maybe it was the hair that kept you here. Did he like you mocking his accent? You didn't give yourself the ability to care, yet here you were.

And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us. He's in the club doing, I don't know what. You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much. Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine, You've ruined my life, by not being mine

You’re dimly aware of the fact that your boyfriend—were you still even together?—was probably somewhere in the vicinity. Was he looking for you? It didn't matter. He was quite older than you and the London boy, whose face had dropped when you told him about your tall, handsome boyfriend. Well, he was, once upon a time. But there were always taller, more gorgeous men.

George was in no mood to be a homewrecker, especially with a woman drunk out of her wits. There were definitely other women who might give him whatever it was he desired, love, life, a companion. He couldn’t stop his heart from stopping when she told him she hated him. Only a half hour, and she’d already decided she felt something about him at such an extreme.

Until her slurred words repeated in her mockery of an English accent, and he realized why. His heart fluttered instead. He lazily spun his straw around in his ice-cold, watered-down whiskey, listening to her accusations of how he ruined her life. Only a half hour and she wanted him, strange accent or not.

You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face 'cause look at your face and I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way, but what can I say? You're gorgeous

His jaw was sharp, his gaze was unwavering, his hair was drifting across his face, his hands were warm and firm. It all made you furious. How dare he be so perfect? How dare he make you feel so light inside as if you could float up up up and away with him to some far-off island with golden sunsets and green vines, like the car above your heads?

You hoped you didn't say anything to ruin this moment. A wrong word, a wrong move, and he might throw you back to the claws of the club, to your boyfriend.

You should take it as a compliment that I'm talking to everyone here but you. And you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in the darkened room

He saw you again, on a different night after the race. He hadn’t noticed before, but you really were a social butterfly, especially when you were drunk. Of course he couldn't, you were with him that whole night. He watched you float from one person to the next, dancing and drinking. He felt a strong sense of jealousy. Why wouldn’t you talk to him?

You weren’t drunk, not in the slightest. The mocktails you’d secured with difficulty were just a cover. You watched him, careful not to let him notice your attention, as his grip tightened on his margarita, coming close to crushing the glass with his strong hands.

The hand that brushed against your slayer in the night as it rested atop the bar counter, cold but inviting. You wished it would explore more of your body than just your hand. The second time he did it, this time brushing past you on the dance floor, you quickly grabbed his hand and squeezed it. 

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her, but if you're single that's honestly worse 'cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

You’d tried to find out whether he had a girlfriend or not, but even though there was nothing on his socials or new outlets, you knew it meant nothing when so many drivers liked to maintain their utmost privacy.

But on the lucky chance he was single, was it really that much better? After all, a man of his looks, talent, and success shouldn’t be single unless there was something deeply disturbing about him, but how could there be? His gorgeous smile, endearing charm, betrayed by such doubt of his genuinety.

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine. I feel like I might sink and drown and die

His blue eyes, deeper than any ocean you laid eyes on ever, seemed to pull you in until you would sink deeper, deeper, deeper until you drowned in them, in his embrace. His arms were tight around you, firm but ever so gentle, keeping you afloat in this misery of a romantic life.

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah. There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have. You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad

It felt as if tears were begging to be let out, to fall onto your soft cheeks as you gazed at the chiselled face of the man you couldn’t have. You were initially so happy in his embrace, glad he took the first step, yet the prospect of this being the only step saddened you.

At the same time, you hated that idea. Why couldn’t you have him? The only thing stopping you was your boyfriend; there was no need or desire to continue the slow, timid relationship. A few months was nothing compared to the everlasting love of the greats, it was perfectly alright to end things with him. So why didn’t you?

You didn't even have the full capability to process your hatred and near-future because his ever-beautiful face filled your mind, never escaping your thoughts. Why couldn’t he hold off for a little longer until you could get yourself in check, figure out what to do?

Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats, alone, unless you wanna come along

Forget all of this. You’d spent enough time in the club, pretending to drink the multi-coloured cocktails and breathing in the homely scent of George, it was time to go home to your waiting cats and rid yourself of this sorrowful night.

Unless he wanted to come along?

You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face

All it took was a tug of the hand, a mischievous smile, and now here you both were lying on your hotel couch together, content in each other’s arms as you both stroked the soft fur of your cats.

You're gorgeous

[idontwantittobeunrequited]

gorgeous is too alex coded for me to be ok right now

[ifonethinghadbeendifferent]

desperately need taylor to release gorgeous (i go through phases when it comes to love) with rep tv

[apocalyptic-byler]

YOURE SO GORGGGGGGEOUS I CANT SAY ANYTHING TO YOUR FACE AND IM SO FURRRRIIIOUS AT YOU FOR MAKING ME FEEL THIS WAY

[hello-god-its-me-sara]

Hey siri

Play Gorgeous by Taylor Swift

🎶Ocean blue eyes looking in mine

I feel like I might sink and drown and die

You're so ✨gorgeous✨

I can't say anything to your face (to your face)

'Cause look at your face (look at your face)

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way (this way)

But what can I say?

You're ✨gorgeous✨🎶

[charliescamilla]

taylor swift makes me so happy it turns back to sad because i know she doesn’t even know who tf i am

[50044w44s]

How I think hp characters drink <3

Ron stays with the classics, beer and vodka and maybe champagne in special occasions, he drinks because he likes it not to get drunk. (although he gets drunk rather easily)

Hermione drinks like she's always going through a breakup and she's about to have her revenge. She doesn't mind what the drink has in it "what did you say? that is perfume? who cares girl lets get drunkkkk" but ironically she doesn't get that drunk, and if she does you'd never know cause she's good at faking being sober.

Draco is happy with anything but he drinks slowly, he's surely one of those who tell you "iTs JuSt ThAt YoU dOnT kNoW hOw To DrInK" and like, what does that even mean. But he mostly likes whiskey because he's interesting....

Harry drinks like an old man, he never ever ever gets drunk, it doesn't matter if he drank the whole bar, no one know how the heck he does it. He's happy with his whiskey, or wine, or champagne, or maybe if he's feeling really crazy something more like drinks with vodka or tequila. And ALWAYS the best of the best, the most expensive ones, because he's rich and he can do whatever he wants.

Ginny is a tequila queen, but she'll drink whatever you put in front of her. She absolutely despises whiskey but sharing a bottle of wine with Harry is like a ritual for her crisis. Harry and ginny are literally the whiskey on ice sunset and wine from Taylor's Gorgeous song, and I'm here for it.

I literally have so many ideas for Neville and Astoria and Hannah so I might do a part two <3

[ts-song-tournament]

The Story Of Us vs Gorgeous

[loveisaruthless]

taylor swift’s discography: moodboard edition

Gorgeous, reputation

"you make me so happy, it turns back to sad."

[clifford-hero]

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her

But if you're single that's honestly worse

'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine

I feel like I might sink and drown and die

You're so gorgeous

[drinkin-cherryschnapps]

that part in wonderland where its like “didnt they tell us not to rush into things didnt you flash your green eyes at me havent you heard what becomes of curious minds” and then it transitions into that part of gorgeous thats like “ocean blue eys looking in mine you ruined my life by not being mine” and then it goes back to wonderland and its the part thats like “cus we found wonderland u and i got lost in it and we pretended it could last forever oh no”. someone w capcut make this pls

[borderlineomniverse]

Gorgeous: a Jebrex Flash Fic

a/n: I know I'm sorry it's taken me this long. Just dont judge too hard, okay? The beginning is a little janky cause I didn't know how to start it but this came to me in a fit of inspired passion so I'm passing it along to you. Also, happy two years to Borderline Forever! This release synced up perfectly.

Based on the Taylor Swift song of the same name, no major warnings, but there's a weird POV change tho if you're not into that sort of thing. Also, language. Enjoy!

~~~

It’s not fair. Why does he have to look… like that.

There he is, the big dork. Looking really funny in his bright red shirt. A mismatched pair of khakis and brown loafers that look just a tad too small. Messy hair (I’m shocked he’s not wearing a hat), tapping and twirling along to the bashful bubblegum beat.

I inhale sharply and decide to sit down with Scott. He’s laughing at something Jerry said.

“Where’s Terry?” they ask.

Another sigh. Where indeed did my boyfriend disappear off to? “The club, I think. Who knows what he’s doing.”

“Not you.” Rex slides into the booth at my side. My breath stops in my throat and I look directly ahead. Out the window, a beautiful sunset. It’s vibrant shades of orange and red, matching his button up. Oh gosh why’d it have to look like that.

Whiskey is served. Normally I don’t drink too heavily, but this night all bets are off. My fingers lock on the bottle and have the cap unscrewed before Scott can sit up and thank the waiter.

“Hot damn. Someone’s thirsty,” says Jerry.

“Yeah, thirsty for something,” Rex teases. Fuck, I shouldn’t have glanced at him when he said that. A bite of the lip and a flirty wink. Why does he have to be like this?

I down the bottle. Then the second. The waiter brings out more. How many have I had now? I can’t tell, Jerry keeps clearing them away before I can count them. They don’t seem to pay much attention to me, laughing and checking out the other partygoers. Rex comments on the pretty brunette. I’ve had enough.

“You’ve got. *gulp* The worst vocabulary I’ve ever heard.”

I get a few weird glances from the table.

“Honestly. Dumpy?? That’s the best word you can think of? Dumbass?”

“Oh yeah? What word would you have used?”

“And your drawl. ULGH it makes me sick.” Or maybe it’s just the whiskey. I hate whiskey. Why did I have so much?

“You’re drunk.”

“And you’re mean.”

“What did I do this time?” Rex stands, exasperated. “You’re the one insulting me.”

“Payback for Thursday,” I growl, also rising out of the booth.

Jerry puts his hands up in a gesture of calming. “Hey guys, why don’t y’all just…”

“SHUT.” The two of us say in unison. It makes me look back at his dumb, gorgeous face. I can’t stand it.

“Look, if you can’t handle being without me for one night…” Rex starts, almost sleazily.

“You told me you would be at my apartment at 5:00!” I yell, turning heads. “So I waited, and waited. And waited. And by the time it was 11 all I got was a dumb text saying you wouldn’t show up; how can you do that to a person?? Your communication skills…”

“Hey, uhh, why don’t we head outside?” suggests Scott. I try to protest but before I know it the four of us are in the parking lot and Scott’s sitting me in his passenger seat. He shouldn’t have rolled the windows down; I give Rex a middle finger as we drive away. I get a violent honk in response.

“What is going on with you two?” asks Scott, turning off the radio.

“I don’t know,” I whine, the sting of tears gracing my eyes.

“Look. I know things haven’t been great with you and Terry lately, and I know you’ve always cared about Rex…”

“I love him, Scott,” I sob, choking on my spit as tears start to free fall. “Why do I have to love him?”

“Have you always?”

“I don’t know. No. Yes. I don’t…” I wipe my eyes with the sleeve of my sports coat, which if you’ve ever tried to do that you’d know that that’s like trying to dry your eyes with a countertop. Not extremely effective.

“Then why’d you ask out Terry?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I was hoping…”

“To make Rex jealous?”

I cough. “Sure.”

We drive down the cold open Ohio road in silence for what seems like forever. When lights start to appear on the horizon, Scott takes a deep breath. “Break up with Terry.”

“Huh?”

“Break up with Terry. I think he’d rather be just friends anyway. And then maybe… I think you’d be surprised by Rex’s reaction.”

“What, like he’d notice? Dumbass wouldn’t know if a snake bit him on the nose.”

Scott gives me a side eye. “You’re smiling.”

“Am not.”

“Sleep on it. Think about it. But… I do think that would be the right decision.”

I’m sure Scott is right. He always is.

~~~

The seasons pass. Jeb and Terry break up; its for the best, to be honest. I never thought they were good together, and they're both still friends. I don't think Jeb could handle the communications issues, and Terry wasn't 100% in it. Oh well.

The hardest part was seeing my best friend look so down. He didn't talk for days. He finally started to brighten back up after the first month, but still... something's off. I can sense it.

There he is, in a gecko green button up. Almost four hours have past at this stupid party and he's chatted it up with everyone here, except me. When Employee and I came to say hi, all I got was a quick handshake before he dashed to the dessert table and snarfed up all the cookies and a glass of champagne. Here we go. He's never had that good alcohol tolerance, this night is going to be a mess...

I sit, a little dejected, at an empty table. He walks by; I catch his eye. There's a flash of a little something... terror? Sadness? Guilt? I give him my best soft smile. He stops in his tracks. His smile says he's happy, but his eyes say he's drowning. Fuck, why can't I get anything right? It's like no matter how I talk to him or look at him, I've hurt him. I motion for him to join me. He obeys.

"What's up with you?" I ask him as he takes a seat.

He looks at me with a blank stare. "What?"

"You're not yourself. Is Terry still bothering you?"

He winces. "No. I'm fine. I've gotten over him."

"Then what is it. I've known you for years, Jeb, and I..."

When I speak his name, his back straightens. "It's fine, Rex. I'm okay." He gives me his best fake smile. "Life of the party, right? I'm having fun."

He goes to get up, but I grab his hand as it caresses the tablecloth. He jolts, half standing. I get up and gently take his hand in mine, looking him right in the eye.

"Jeb. You can't keep doing this. Don't keep ignoring me."

"I'm not..."

"Yes, yes you are. I know it, Scott knows it, hell even Jerry noticed, and he never notices anything."

He chuckles lightly, and even though the smile is slightly pained it puts a smile on my own face. I haven't seen him chuckle like that in what feels like forever.

But the moment doesn't last; I feel his hand yank out of mine and he stumbles past me. "My cats need me. I have to get home."

Record scratch. "You got cats?"

He looks back at me, smiling a little bit. "Yeah, right after I moved out of Scott's.

Perfect opportunity. "Can I meet them?"

His face drops for a moment, but then a grin creeps onto his face. "Don't you want to stay here?"

"I'd much rather be with you."

A glint graces his eyes. "Come along, then."

Since we took separate cars to get here, I tell him I'll meet him at his place and I let Employee know he'll have to get a ride with someone else. He understands.

After I ensure that he secures transportation with Scott, I head to my car and ignore all laws of traffic to get to Jeb's apartment as quickly as I can. Music blasts on the stereo; some vibrant pop number. Something about ocean blue eyes.

I park on the street next to Jeb's new apartment. I've only been here once, to help him move in. He never invited me over after that. He's been dodging all my calls and questions. Hopefully tonight I'll be able to get to the bottom of why.

I tentatively rap on the door and wait for it to open. It creaks cautiously, and behind it Jeb stands, still in his formal getup.

"Welcome to my humble home," he says, escorting me inside.

Its clean. Way too clean. You ever walked into a new house or apartment for sale and it's clear that no one lives inside it? That's what his little studio feels like. Nothing has been touched, not a knife in the kitchen or the fabric of the couch. This raises a few alarm bells in my head; clearly, Jeb has not been living. At least, not really. There's one thing to have a clean place that's lived in, and then there's another to have a home completely devoid of life.

"What do you do all day?" I ask.

There's a flash of... something in his eyes. "Sleep, play with my cats. Play some Gex. Work."

"You don't have any hobbies? Nothing you're doing?"

"Gex?"

"But like. You're not staying productive? At all?"

The concern in my voice raises his emotional barriers. "You're not my mom. I'm fine. I didn't invite you in here to tell me how to live my life. Come see my cats."

I want to press the matter more, but I don't. He leads me to the back of his apartment, where his bed is set up. He gets down on the floor and looks underneath it. "Look, there they are. They like to hide here."

I get down and lay prone, sniper style. Indeed, two tabby cats; one lithe and orange, the other burly and brown.

Normally, I'm not a huge cat person, but I feel the need to encourage my clearly distraught friend. "They're so cute! Wha'dge you name them?"

He blushes. "Gex and Stanley."

I laugh; some warm feeling spreads throughout my chest. "Perfect names. Which one's which?"

"Stanley is the bigger one."

"Gotcha."

I keep looking at the cute little cats for the moment, but then I realize how close we are. Jeb's lying next to me, our faces inches apart. I look over at him, and his eyes catch mine. My chest tightens.

"Jeb?" I whisper.

"Yeah?"

"Why've you been so distant, buddy?" My throat tightens. "I've missed you."

His eyes start to cloud. "I. Well. I don't know."

I sit up. "That's not good enough. I know something's hurting you, you've been bothered for a while now. I always thought you would come to me with anything, and usually when something's bothering you I'm the first one you go to. But ever since you and Terry broke up..."

"It's you, okay?" Something snaps in him and the tears start to fall freely. "I. I can't stand being around you all the time."

Initially, a little anger and hurt rises to the top of my brain, but he rolls on.

"You're too perfect, it actually hurts. We've always been close, and I've always loved that, but... I don't know. It's become too much. You make me so happy it just turns back to sad. And I know you're always off looking for some girl to pick up..."

Too far. "Hey hey hey, I never just pick up girls. I haven't had a date in months."

He sniffs. "Wait, really?"

I shrug. "Maybe you're not the only one with a crush."

His head, perhaps subconsciously, cocks to the side. "What?!"

"Jeb, I've always loved you. Me playing around... that's always just been a joke. And seeing you in pain all these months... it's driven me nuts. I hate it when you're sad. I've just been trying to make you happy and reach out and see if, well. Since you broke up with Terry, I thought maybe we'd have a chance..."

"Wait wait. You wanted to ask me out after Terry?"

I inhale. "Before Terry."

The corners of his mouth turn up and the tears stop. "Oh."

I smile sheepishly. "Maybe you shouldn't have assumed you couldn't have me and should have asked me instead."

He bites his lip and takes a few deep breaths before letting out a pained laugh. "I'm so stupid."

I grin. "No stupider than me."

"Gosh, why couldn't this have happened like a normal couple. Why couldn't have we, I don't know. Gone to the river and asked each other out in a normal way instead of..."

"Crying on the ground covered in cat hair?" I laugh. "That's not us Jeb. This was never gonna happen normally. And I'm glad. It's more memorable this way.

He laughs, for real this time. "Yeah. I suppose it is."

We're still close on the floor, even though we're both sitting up now. I stare lovingly into his eyes. They're still a little glassy, but the honey brown is clearer now. He smiles softly, and so do I.

"You're gorgeous, you know that?"

~~~

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