#song: mastermind

[themoon-andtosaturn]

zurich n1

[tayfabe75]

Similarities between the visuals for Taylor's 'Mastermind' at the Eras tour, and The 1975's Self-Titled and Notes on a Conditional Form album art. (source 1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

[purpleyearning]

WHAT IF I TOLD YOU NONE OF IT WAS ACCIDENTAL?

AND THE FIRST NIGHT YOU SAW ME I SAW YOU, NOTHING WAS GONNA STOP ME

I LAID THE GROUNDWORK

AND THEN JUST LIKE CLOCKWORK

THE DOMINOES CASCADED IN A LINE

[monpetitchattriste]

The opening to Mastermind tickled my brain is all the right ways

Oh shit it gets even better

Fuck

[edgy-senju]

More Mastermind!Ishimondo for the soul~

Also yall should vote Taka in this poll

[mothmanavenue]

i swear i’m only cryptic and machiavellian ‘cause i care

[theysaidspeaknoww]

If you fail to plan, you plan to fail, strategy sets the scene for the tale...

[katewritesss]

Ice: Hey, babe, just so you know, I TRICKED you into loving me, it was all by design, I’m a MASTERMIND, I planned everything -

Maverick: I know, baby, you’re evil, go to sleep 😘🥰

[semperamans]

(inspired by my angel baby honey love suse and her incredible post that you must read here)

this song is so angst!benny coded :'(

"last night i heard my own heart beating sounded like footsteps on my stairs - six months gone and i'm still reaching even though i know you're not there"

you swear you see him everywhere even though that's impossible because according to a tearful johnny, benny is gone - left the night he broke your heart and hasn't been back since. last you heard he was on the west coast and it's a fucking shame that he would carry your broken heart so far away with no real intention of ever bringing it back. he's not dead, at least you really fucking hope not, but he haunts you just the same. he smiles from the window of the diner you used to frequent and creeps into your mind with every backfiring engine. you can't help but picture the deep crease between his brows and the way you'd thumb it away and smile at him and he'd kiss you and you thought it would be like that forever but now you're sobbing into your pillow again because love like that is supposed to last a lifetime and maybe it did because you feel like you died the second you walked out of his front door. benny's not dead, but he killed you.

"i know people change and these things happen, but i remember how it was back then. wrapped up in your arms and our friends are laughing 'cause nothin' like this has ever happened to them."

is it possible you conjured him in your head completely because nothing feels concrete anymore. it's summer now and the heat evokes memories you don't want to remember, don't want to see, but need to regardless because you're so disconnected that everyone is worried. johnny calls every day but you don't feel like talking, so most of the time you don't. you sit on the phone, static speaking loud and clear. there's a shoe box of polaroids thrown onto your comforter and it's taken you an hour to open it. why do you have to do this? to reacquaint yourself with that now-distant time in your life? it hurts. being happy hurts so you choke on it- wince, and cringe and cry as you flick through the fleeting flashes of a life you can't believe had been yours. the boy who held your waist and nuzzled his scruffy chin against your shoulder and stole your heart-shaped sunglasses and swore he'd marry you and vowed to never hurt you broke your heart. and you know what? fuck him. fuck benny. fuck benny. fuck benny.

"come back, come back, come back to me like you could, you could if you just said you’re sorry. i know that we could work it out somehow."

"would you take 'em back?" cal asks. the two of you share sips from a flask on your front stoop. the moon hangs low over the hazy chicago night. "y'know, if he ever came back?" you don't hesitate. "yes."

"if you're out there, if you're somewhere, if you're moving on I've been waiting on you every day since you've been gone. i just want it back the way it was before and i just wanna see you back at my front door."

it's colder now. you need a sweater whenever you go out, and you're going out more often, which is good. sonny tells you he's missed your smile, been awful dark without it, and you smack him good-naturedly across the chest. you're a bit more alive these days; johnny calls you a zombie - the girl who died and is now slowly starting to come back to life. it still hurts and some days you can barely tug yourself out of bed, but you do because you deserve a life. the holidays are quickly approaching and you break down when your momma asks if she needs to set a place for benny (your parents came around too late) but it's okay. you're okay and no, benny doesn't need a place at your table even though he's always going to have a place in your heart and hey, you'll be back - you've gotta run to the grocery for something - but you don't even make it out the door because a familiar figure is hunched on the front steps.

"come back, come back, come back to me like you would before you said its not that easy, before the fight, before i locked you out, but i'd take it all back now."

[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.

[fliederbeerensaft]

There Are Other Ways had no right breaking Odysseus like it did THE GUY LOVES HIS WIFE SO MUCH, HE JUST NEEDS TO TALK ABOUT HER AND HE INSTANTLY GETS LOST IN HIS LOVE FOR HER

Back at home my wife awaits for me She is my everything, my Penelope And she’s all my power, all my power

DO YOU HEAR HOW MUCH HE'S YEARNING FOR HER, HOW HE IS WALLOWING IN THE FEELING, AT THAT MOMENT HE IS ALMOST FINE BECAUSE EVEN JUST THE MEMORY OF PENELOPE GIVES HIM STRENGTH AND THEN

But it’s been twelve long years, oh

THE REALIZATION OF IT

THE PAIN IN HIS VOICE

HOW HE IS RIPPED OUT OF HIS MIND BY THE SHEER WEIGHT OF HOW LONG IT HAS REALLY BEEN

EYES SUDDENLY OPEN FILLED WITH AGONY

Twelve long years since I have seen my wife And now the god of tides is out to end my life So I beg you Circe, grant us mercy And let us puppets leave

It just does not stop coming, now Poseidon wants him dead as well and Odysseus is so tired, all he wants is to get home.

So he begs Circe.

[themoon-andtosaturn]

mastermind // metlife n1 (x)

[tayfabe75]

She tells me she wrote that song [Mastermind] after watching the Paul Thomas Anderson film Phantom Thread, which—spoiler—culminates in the reveal of a vast, layered manipulation. "Remember that last scene?" she says. "I thought, wouldn't it be fun to have a lyric about being calculated?" She pauses. "It's something that's been thrown at me like a dagger, but now I take it as a compliment."

December 6, 2023: Taylor describes the inspiration behind the song 'Mastermind'. (source)

[nayoungs-archive]

˚. ♩ i'm the wind in our free-flowing sails ⁺ . and the liquor in our cocktails ⭒ ֗

[mokkkki]

remus john lupin in swte

[edgy-senju]

He loves me, loves me

Crazy, made me

Follow him straight to the end