#in Dear John too

[notesonartistry]

@yeahyoucanfacethis - your post just reminded me about this part of Insider's write-up of the 3am tracks which I hadn't realised when listening to WCS:

"If you pay close attention, Swift focuses solely on the would'ves and the could'ves ("If you would've blinked then I would've / Looked away at the first glance / If you tasted poison, you could've / Spit me out at the first chance") but never the should'ves. That's because she's already told us those: "Dear John" concludes with the line "Don't you think I was too young? You should've known.""

[lukmarc10]

i just realized that these mfs are basically tumblr sexymen, but in a different font

[not-equippedforthis]

H: can i wear...sunglasses and ear defenders?

W: yeah, wear whatever you want, mate.

H: ...fine.

W: hmm ^^

deadass what if i just started crying

[ringosmistress]

[wildfloweronwheels]

There is a video I found from back when I was three, you’re setting up a paint set in the kitchen and talking to me. I’m five years old, it’s getting cold, I’ve got my big coat on.  She said I was seven and you were nine, I looked at you like the stars that shine in the sky like pretty lights. I hit my peak at seven. I’m thirteen now and don’t know how my friends could be so mean.  At fourteen there’s just so much you can’t do and you can’t wait to move out one day and call your own shots. Cause when you’re fifteen and somebody tells you they love you, you’re gonna believe them. Good thing my daddy made me get a boating licence when I was fifteen.  Well, I was sixteen when suddenly I wasn’t that little girl you used to see. I’m crazier for you then I was at sixteen, lost in a film scene. Secret jokes all alone, sixteen and wild. Seventeen and crazy, running wild, wild. It’s like I’m seventeen, no one understands. I’m only seventeen, I don’t know anything but I know I miss you. How can a person know everything at eighteen but nothing at twenty two? Don’t you think nineteen’s too young to be played by your dark twisted games when I loved you so?  And I damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil at nineteen. It’s supposed to be fun, turning twenty one. I don’t know about you but I’m feeling twenty two. She’s still twenty three inside her fantasy. Oh, twenty five years old, oh how were you to know? Thirty two and still growing up now, who you are is not what you did. She said, I’ll be eighty seven, you’ll be eighty nine, I’ll still look at you like the stars that shine in the sky.

Every time Taylor Swift references an age in a song

[florencewellch]

Speak Now or Red this or that. Mine or Everything Has Changed? Sparks Fly or Treacherous? Back to December or The Very First Night? Speak Now or Stay Stay Stay? Dear John or 10 min version of ATW? Mean or I Bet You Think About Me? The Story of Us or Sad Beautiful Tragic? Never Grow Up or Nothing New? Enchanted or Message in a Bottle? Haunted or The Moment I Knew? Last Kiss or 5 min version of All Too Well? Long Live or 22? Ours or Run? If This Was a Movie or Come Back... Be Here? Electric Touch or State of Grace? Castles Crumbling or The Lucky One? Foolish One or IKYWT? Timeless or Starlight? Speak Now or Red?

[sleipliir]

“Hey! When’s our turn?”

[turnallthemirrors]

I would love it if Olivia Rodrigo could do anything without yall comparing her to taylor swift

[dearreader]

i’m bored and wanna see something

[pfhwrittes]

retail hell au again because why not. so imagine with me that 141 fellas find you after a miserable customer has made you cry.

warnings: reader!character is experiencing the aftermath of a panic attack/distressing emotions when she’s approached by the boys, nothing explicitly stated but she’s feeling a bit vulnerable.

fem!reader and the use of gendered pet names (hen, love) and use of the word cunt as an insult to describe a customer.

also apologies, i’m english and my grasp on scottish slang/scots has mostly been informed by the wonderful show Still Game which is distinctly glaswegian in flavour and various scottish twitter posts.

so you’re hiding out in the smoking area (lmao smoking area, okay let’s be honest it’s where a bucket filled with sand has been dumped near an ex-display bench about idk 20 feet from the customer entrance) because you just need 5 fucking minutes to compose yourself…

gaz is actually coming back from his lunch break and spots you hunched up on the bench in a way that looks truly uncomfortable. he carefully sits next to you and offers a soft smile when you look over at him. “bad customer?” he’s gentle when he asks and doesn’t make a fuss when you make a truly gross sniffling noise and wipe at your eyes. “want a hug?” you shake your head no and hunch in tighter on yourself. “want a milkshake?” you shrug and he passes over a strawberry milkshake. surprisingly he doesn’t say anything and let’s you drink in peace. you like gaz, he’s always friendly and warm when you interact briefly on the shop floor. he always seems to know what to say or do to get the best out of you and everyone else around him. eventually you check your phone and see it’s been 10 minutes since you left the customer service desk with tears in your eyes and lump burning your throat. embarrassment and residual anxiety washes through you when you recall how you’d all but fled to the safety of the smoker’s bench despite not smoking yourself. gaz catches your shudder when you check the time and knocks his shoulder into yours gently. “don’t worry, i’ll let price know you need a few more minutes, alright?” gaz gets up and heads inside the building, you know he’ll speak to price so you unfurl a little bit and chew on the straw of your milkshake.

soap and simon find you next. soap’s chattering away about the most recent delivery as they both approach your bench. simon stops dead a respectable three feet away but soap throws himself onto the bench bumping his knee into yours “what’s the matter wi’ you then, hen? you’ve a face like a smacked arse”. you shift away from soap, usually you don’t mind his directness but it’s just rubbing you the wrong way right now. you’re still feeling raw and a bit sick from finishing gaz’s milkshake and lingering anxiety. “fucks sake johnny, leave ‘er alone.” simon grumbles and fishes a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket. “how? am just askin’ what’s the matter!” soap’s hands swat the air near your face and you shuffle further along the bench to avoid being hit in the nose in his agitation. “johnny.” simon snaps and soap huffs and folds his arms across his chest. it’s quiet amongst the three of you while simon taps out a cigarette and pats down his pockets looking for a lighter. soap shoots a wink at you and starts playing with a lighter that apparently has just appeared from thin air. “give me my lighter back johnny.” “gies a cigarette an’ i’ll trade it.” “no.” “c’mon simon! wan little cigarette.” “fuck off.” “awright then you miserable bastard.” you shake your head at their bickering and hold out your hand. soap pouts but drops it into your open palm. you lob the lighter in a poor underhand throw to simon who plucks it out of the air easily and nods in appreciation. “aw c’mon hen, that’s no’ playin’ fair!” soap whines and knocks his knee into yours “i thought i was your favourite.” “favourite pain in the arse.” is simon’s dry response around the lit cigarette and you crack a wobbly smile. “there she is! didn’t i tell you si?” soap’s grin is blinding “i knew we could cheer her up!” your wobbly smile starts to resemble more of its usual cheer when you catch simon’s eye roll directed at soap. you open your mouth maybe to defend soap or maybe to provoke him, you haven’t quite decided, when a pointed throat clearing catches your trio’s attention. your smile drops off your face and the anxiety that had started to quiet down in the face of johnny’s cheerfulness rises again in your belly because price is aiming a stern look towards the three of you from only six feet away.

price gently sits next to you on the bench when you’re certain simon and johnny are back inside. johnny squawking about the injustice of having his break cut short and simon calling him an idiot in response as they both disappear through the doors. you open your mouth to apologise for skiving off and offer any reason or explanation that will help your case but your teeth click shut when price holds out a palm to forestall your inevitable word vomit. “i don’t want to hear it, love.” price’s tone isn’t unkind, he’s just shooting straight with you, it’s something you quite admire about him really. “that customer was a cunt quite frankly and i’m proud of you for handling her the way you did.” the praise creates a small glow in your chest and burns away the last of your dread. “but, a word of advice, as the duty manager for today?” price offers a small encouraging smile so you nod. “you’re not paid enough to put up with that shit, so don’t.” you grimace and blow out a breath, you want to argue, maybe even defend yourself and explain that it’s fine really that’s just how retail is. price chuckles “no love, listen. you aren’t paid enough, but i am. so next time it happens, send ‘em my way alright?” price offers another smile when you nod in agreement before pushing himself off the bench. “now, c’mon. i’ve got stock that needs counting down the plumbing aisle and you can give me a hand. no more talking to muppets on the customer service desk today.” you follow price back into the store feeling much better than you did twenty five minutes ago.

the rest of your shift passes by easily enough and you make a mental note to buy gaz a milkshake as a thank you when he shoots you a friendly smile as you pass him on your way out the store on your lunch.

[harukapologist]

hhhh why not, I will post all the doodles (that I like) that I made recently. (recently spans from 2 hours ago to 2 months ago)

first one is Haruka & John hug, because

[johnslittlespoon]

– i'm only really me, when i'm here with you. ⋆｡˚ ✈︎

[reflectismo]

John, Paul, and Martha with their limo and chauffeur in Knole Park in Sevenoaks during the filming of the promo video for “Strawberry Fields Forever” (January 1967). Photographer: Jane Bown

[taylor-swift-bracket]

🎇Please reblog!🎇

[cosmicbeatles]

We don't talk about Dear Friend enough

“ At the time of writing this song, in early 1971, he’d called the McCartney album ‘rubbish’ in Rolling Stone magazine. It was a really difficult time. I just felt sad about the breakdown in our friendship, and this song kind of came flowing out. ”

“So, I’m having to read all this stuff, and on the one hand I’m thinking, ‘Oh fuck off, you fucking idiot,’ but on the other hand I’m thinking, ‘Why would you say that? Are you annoyed at me or are you jealous or what?”

“I was sort of answering him here, asking, ‘Does it need to be this hurtful?’ I think this is a good line: ‘Are you afraid, or is it true?’ – meaning, ‘Why is this argument going on? Is it because you’re afraid of something? Are you afraid of the split-up? Are you afraid of my doing something without you? Are you afraid of the consequences of your actions?”

“I would imagine he heard it. I think he listened to my records when they came out, but he never responded directly to me. That was not his way. We were guys; it wasn’t like a boy and girl. In those days you didn’t release much emotion with each other.”

Paul McCartney on "Dear Friend", The Lyrics: 1956 to the Present

...

Things that I want to scream about:

This boy math nonsense of thinking men can never show any emotion for one another while simultaneously putting out the lyrics "I'm in love with a friend of mine" in a song that is clearly about said estranged ex-best friend.

The way that that Paul completely leaves out any commentary on "I'm in love with a friend of mine" AND "Really truly, young and newly wed" despite there being only 8 lyrics in this entire song. That's literally 1/4th of the song. I'm not kidding.

"Are you afraid of the consequences of your actions?" Damn, Paul😭

[lulu2992]

I used the Wayback Machine to see what the Far Cry 5 official websites looked like from 2017 to 2020 and find out if that’s where the character information sheets posted on the Playasia Blog (here) were from. I’m talking about these:

So I can confirm the images above do NOT come from the official websites. Although they look like they were made by Ubisoft, it seems they weren’t.

But during my research, I did find official character descriptions! There are several versions depending on which page/article you are reading, which website (Far Cry or Far Cry 5) you are on, and which region (America or Europe, basically) you select. Some of the descriptions have even changed over time!

Since the old websites don’t exist anymore and most of that content was deleted (but not really, thanks to the Internet Archive), I’m going to post what I’ve gathered here :)

I just need to save/screenshot/crop/organize/copy-paste/transcribe everything first...