#so i’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since

[cemrelovestaylor]

you know something is going wrong when you start to relate to the song mastermind

[babybluebex]

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[lover-by-taylor-swift]

characters/ships that remind me of certain taylor songs:

mastermind - anthony lockwood (lockwood and co)

[wisteriasandlakes]

masterminding my way to relate to “mastermind” by taylor swift. why not? i have relating to its bridge as my backbone.

[sukirichi]

Wildest dreams and lacy by Olivia Rodrigo on repeat

the lacy chapter is the start of yn’s mastermind era me thinks

[14dayswithyou]

i was gonna ask why you weren't as active on the 14dwy discord anymore but then i realised that taylor swift's new album dropped 🥴

i'll give u a min

✦゜ANSWERED: IT'S ME 💁😙 HI 🤚 I'M ⚰️ THE PROBLEM 😊 IT'S ME 🤙🤘 AT TEATIME EVERYBODY 👩👨 AGREES I'LL 🤒 STARE DIRECTLY AT THE SUN 🌦 BUT 🤤🤚 NEVER 📷 IN 👻😈 A MIRROR IT MUST 👫 BE 📖🐝 EXHAUSTING ALWAYS 💯 ROOTING FOR 🎄👉 THE ANTIHERO

[yellowraincoat]

So bold of Elliot Schafer to completely embody both You’re On Your Own, Kid and Anti-Hero like that

[shrekgogurt]

me, a marketing and pr team for myself

[forsakenmissives]

I’VE NEVER BEEN A NATURAL ALL I DO IS TRY TRY TRY

[joellescardigan]

“and i wouldn’t marry me either, a pathological people pleaser” and “no one wanted to play with me as a little kid, so i’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since to make them love me and make it seem effortless” are siblings and you CANNOT convince me otherwise

[likedaylighht]

I genuinely don’t think a single lyric of Taylor’s has ever shot directly through my heart like “no one wanted to play with me as a little kid so I’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since to make them love me and make it seem effortless” does

[diamondseaside]

hearing “no one wanted to play with me as a little kid so i’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since to make them love me and make it seem effortless” for the first time changed the course of my life fr

[fruitydiaz]

no one wanted to play with me as a little kid so i’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since to make them love me and make it seem effortless this is the first time i’ve felt the need to confess and i swear i’m only cryptic and machiavellian because i care

[quillkiller]

i fear that barty would’ve done anything to get regulus attention when they were kids. He even considered doing a backflip just to get regulus to look at him. Regulus would always sit at the back of the class and barty would come in, looking all smug and cocky while he plopped himself down next to regulus, stealing his pencils so barty would have the chance to retrieve one out of his backpack and ask if he needs one… those were the times that regulus would really look at him and perhaps even smile, saying thank you. Barty would go home and jump up and down with joy after that little interaction

this is so cute…….

i often think about how and why they became friends and i love this :,) and it’s sooo i character to me that barty would go out of his way to steal regs pencils or whatever else he’d need so barty can be like ’oh would u look at that…. i happen to have a pencil right here that you can borrow’ <- reg(’s parents are spending so much money on school supplies because it keeps disappearing) and barty has an entire drawer in his bedroom full of regs stuff that he stole.. barty ’no one wanted to play with me as a little kid…. so i’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since….’ <- this is also the only way he knows how to get people to like him…. make them need him .

also the backflip thing is so funny. i imagine completely oblivious regulus who’s the kind of person who ALWAYS looks away at the most inconvenient times. barty has been practicing and building up the courage to Do A Backflip for months. hes finally ready……. reg just came into the classroom BUT !!!!! oh no ! his pencil is gone again so he turns around to go look for it in his locker at the exact same time barty does a backflip and breaks his arm :/

strategic but equally impulsive barty you are my Life <3

[raineandsky]

#43

It’s been three weeks since the hero saw their villain. None of the other heroes have arrested them, none of the superheroes have killed them—or at least not that they’re admitting. It’s been long enough to make the hero restless, and they figure they’ll have to be the one to find out where they’ve gone.

The hero isn’t proud of the fact they know where the villain lives. They found out by pure coincidence, honestly, and once they had the information it refused to leave their mind no matter how unprofessional they knew it was. They’ve never been here before—work stays at work, and they’re not coming all the way out here just for one villain—and today marks the first of them knocking on the door.

A hero announcing their arrival is clearly unexpected, since the villain answers the door looking mildly startled. The hero never imagined them to be so casual; their usual flowing coats and all-black, slender outfits are replaced with an oversized t-shirt and a pair of loose joggers. 

“Oh my god,” is the opening the villain graces them with.

“Where the hell have you been?” the hero demands, and it’s only now that they’re saying it that they realise that it’s a little weird to ask. Why would they care?

“Why do you care?” the villain snaps like they read their nemesis’s mind. “It’s none of your business where I’ve been.”

“It is when my job is on the line because the city’s most prolific criminal is missing,” they retort shortly, and the villain scoffs.

“Well, you know I’m here now, so you’re welcome. Bye.” The villain starts to swing the door shut but the hero catches it, their foot caught between the door and the frame. They don’t want to admit how heavy the door is. They can feel the bruise forming already.

“Absolutely not.” The hero shoves themself through the doorway a little in an effort to stop the villain from their valiant attempts to shut them out. “Why’d you disappear for so long? What kind of evil scheme are you planning?”

“Just wanted some time off!” the villain cries with a surprising amount of dismay as the hero slips into their house. “I don’t know why you’re coming in, there’s nothing to see in here.”

The place is oddly domestic and well-kept. It seems that the villain is strangely… tidy. “And that makes me suspicious. There’s definitely something in here.” The hero beelines for the door across the hall from them and the villain tries desperately to stop them.

“God, I should’ve answered the door with my knife like I usually do.” The villain makes a last ditch effort to pull the hero away as they slowly push the door open. “I need my dignity intact, please don’t—”

The door creaks on its hinges, and the noise is met with small, heartfelt shrieks. It takes the hero a moment to realise the sound is coming from below them, and a glance down reveals several tiny, ferociously meowing kittens.

“Jesus Christ,” the villain mutters as the hero takes in the sight. One of the kittens is already attempting to climb their leg, sharp claws digging into their thigh.

“Is… is this where you’ve been?” the hero asks uncertainly. It feels like they’ve come to the wrong house—the place is so nice, and home to a flurry of kittens who’ve all decided to hop on the trend of climbing the hero like a tower. The only indicator that they did get it right is the fact the villain is here at all, looking particularly flustered as they try and pull some of the claws out of the hero’s suit.

“That’s none of your business,” the villain snaps coldly over the racket of kittens yowling for attention, “but maybe.”

“Why’s there so many of them?” The hero gasps like they just put the pieces together. “Wait, the cats are going to be part of whatever plan you’re putting together!”

“That’s the dumbest idea you’ve ever had. Glad you think so highly of me.” The villain dumps a kitten on the floor, which immediately starts its climb again. “But no. I’m a villain, not an immoral freak. The kittens are just fosters for a few weeks.”

A couple of the kittens have taken to trying to climb the villain now, and they just let it happen. “I can’t believe this. You put everything aside for cats?”

“Yeah, they need feeding every few hours.” One of the kittens has reached their shoulder in record-breaking time, snuggling into the crook of their neck. “Can’t exactly go and whoop your ass in that kind of time. I have to be here until I send them off again.”

The hero can only stare as the villain gives the cat on their shoulder a scratch under its chin, and it purrs so loud it sounds like TV static. “This one’s my favourite,” the villain continues idly. “He’s called Beanie, but I think Harbinger of the Apocalypse suits him better.”

The cat’s purr somehow gets louder as if he agrees, and the hero raises their eyebrows. “Okay, there is still villainy at play here. Naming an animal like that is cruel.”

“He likes it!” the villain defends, but there’s an uncharacteristic softness to their tone. “I might keep him anyway, so I’ll get to name him whatever I want.”

The hero hates this. The sight of the villain, dressed down, normally, with a tiny kitten perched on their shoulder and leaning into their fingers, it’s—Jesus, it’s making them soft. They can’t believe this is making them reconsider how they see the villain.

“It’s kind of unfair that you stay here while I do the dirty work in the city,” the hero points out, and the villain frowns slightly, finally tearing their gaze from the kitten. “I’ll go half and half on the care with you if you actually go back out and let the agency know you’re not planning to end the world.”

The villain squints at them suspiciously. “Is this an excuse to rummage through my house?”

“You have a pretty good security system.” The hero gestures to the kittens clamouring over them. “I just need you to save my job, please. I know you keep everything at your lair, anyway.”

The villain scowls as if this is somehow a bad thing, but after a moment they nod. “Alright. I’ll write down everything they need and when, and we’ll take it in turns. I need a break, anyway—they’re needy.”

The hero smiles, and the relief that they don’t have to worry about the agency’s paranoia anymore is overwhelming. The kittens might even provide some much needed stress relief. “Perfect.”

[dragonfly0808]

Alexa and Shirley Moodboard

If Shirley is the oldest and the emotional leader in a sense, then Alexa is the leader in the strategist sense

They are very much a Specialist/witch kinda friendship and they bond over their big brothers always having protected them but wanting to step out of that shadow and become protectors themselves

They only have 2 modes when together, either no braincells to be found or the most strategic smart capable masterminds you’ll ever find, there is no in between with these two.

Mastermind by Taylor Swift is their ultimate song ‘no one wanted to play with me as a little kid, so I’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since to make them love me and make it seem effortless’ is lit their whole lives summarized perfectly. Girl i’ve always been by Olivia Rodrigo and Found Heaven by Conan Gray are their other 2 songs

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