#speaks: chloe taylor.

[euphoriclusts]

closed for @luriddaze

"lu, you will not believe what i-" storming into her brother's apartment, her gaze soon locks on upon an unfamiliar face. "wait, you're not my brother...who are you?"

[priscillablog]

the politics of hair 💇🏻‍♀️ by vogue

[blanchettsisla]

idk who lied to me out there bc why does life is strange look like such a cosy game but my heart was just ripped out bc of rachel amber?? literally robbed (of life)

[lady-a-stuff]

I feel like Chloe et al is a travel through a past relationship and thinking about what caused the breakup (You needed me but you needed drugs more And I couldn't watch it happen) and how they dealt with the post-breakup time (Changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules All to outrun my desertion of you) and how the relationship affected them (Will that make your memory fade from this scarlet maroon like it never happened).

The chorus is the persona recognizing that it would hurt to know that the other person really loved her when they were together. But also the "I loved you the way that you were" seems to say that she changed, she's not the same and that's why it can't work now (Can we watch our phantoms like watching wild horses Cooler in theory but not if you force it To be).

The persona also say that it would hurt to know that the other person wondered about them, about: what if we worked out, what if we were still together? And would hurt mostly "Cause [she] wonder"

To add even more pain she finishes questioning "will I always wonder?" and this is a conversation with the lost of hope in loml and The Prophecy: will I never find the forever? Will I always wonder what if we had everything?

[mastermindmp3]

Chloe et al.

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus (hereby referred to by Chloe et al.) is a very classic Taylor Swift song. With a strong emphasis on the lyrical twists on phrases, distinct visual imagery, and an understated backing track (the piano is crystal clear, and the later backing vocals are so lovely.)

We see that idea of a distinct visual in the opening lines. The speaker describes "Your hologram stumbled into my apartment, hands in the hair of somebody in darkness, named Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus, and I just watched it happen."

Describing her (presumably, lover) as a hologram implies that they are not, truly, real. They are not grounded, not a physical thing she can have. Later in the song, she mentions a lover who "needed drugs more," so this hologram-state could also imply that they are under the influence. Her lover has their hands in another person's hair; they are bold enough to bring their affair almost to her door, with someone the narrator can't even see. The names dropped in this opening are not literal people, but the kind of exasperation of "who is it this time?" names listed from the top of a hat. They are, also, rather generically common English names.

And I just watched it happen. The narrator, knowing that her lover is not solid, not real, doesn't seem to bother to stop them. She goes on to describe how the two drift over "the decade," and how her lover, too, "just watched it happen."

(Also, I love the use of the phrase "saw my bones out with somebody new." If her lover is a hologram, unreal, then she is bones - solidly real but dry, dead.)

An interesting point in all of this is ambiguity. The narrator doesn't know who her lover is seeing in darkness, and she addresses this song directly to her lover(s?) I did see an analysis bringing up that the speaker could be addressing two different people, as the chorus's main refrains imply different types of relationships.

If you want to break my cold, cold heart, just say "I loved you the way that you were." Here, it sounds like the narrator and her lover have been together for a very long time, and her lover no longer loves her present self, longing for her before the change. If you want to tear my world apart, just say you've always wondered. This, on the other hand, implies a lover who is returning, who is tempting her with old times.

This reading is also propped up by other songs from the Tortured Poets Department which confirm the idea (Who's going to stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames) However, I like that it is also left in the dark, even for the listener. Who is left wondering if they could've made it? Who said they loved her the way she was?

The final verse ponders her lover(s), and has my favorite extended metaphor I think Swift has ever written. "Can we watch our phantoms like watching wild horses, cooler in theory but not if you force it to be; it just didn't happen." It's so direct: We tried to force this relationship to work, and it broke down. The idea of phantoms as past lovers (dancing phantoms on the terrace / my beloved ghost and me / well, me and my ghost, we had a hell of a time ) is scattered throughout the Tortured Poets Department.

Yet, the question goes unanswered - all her questions do. She doesn't know if it'll be enough to "float in your orbit," if the memory can fade from this "scarlet maroon." Chloe et al. much like its title, is a song uncertain, and in that uncertainty, the speaker reveals a bit of her heart, the held anxiety like a breath underwater. The only actual conclusion the narrator comes to that she will wonder.

"Will I always wonder?"

[marysong-mp3]

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus the song that you are!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[amiallowedtocry013]

This is the last time I’m asking you this

Put my name at the top of your list

This is the last time I’m asking you why

You break my heart in the blink of an eye

PITTSBURGH NIGHT ONE

My surprise song was one of my first Taylor Swift song obsessions me being a crazy fourth grade girl crying to this song. Literally I cried.

[romajuliettesupremacy]

the “i can see you” music video.

[stringcage]

MAX AND CHLOE + SNTV vault tracks

[no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist]

Orion Hong is a careless man’s careful daughter

[euphoriclusts]

loosely based on: strangers - kenya grace ( closed starter for @caeruleums ) chloe and your muse are exes (partners/situationships, whatever works) and whilst chloe has tried her best to act as though she's over her feelings, she absolutely isn't and now she's overwhelmed by them.

there wasn't anything that embarrassed chloe more than feelings; whether they were all hers, or directed at somebody else - she'd rather rot in the dirt alone, than admit that she feels anything for anybody. she's not like her brothers; so heartfelt, earnest and honest. it hadn't done them any favours, and she'd be damned if she followed down their ridiculously humiliating path. now though, she's a whole bottle of prosecco down, her tight inhibitions dulled, almost completely lost. "you really don't give a shit about me do you?" the words fall and she turns sharply, as she tries to restrain the tears that desperate to fall. curse her pale blue eyes, that seem to lighten all the more the moment she gets upset. "what was it? was i a fun little pasttime that you found it oh so easy to walk away from?"

[vortexofentertainment]

I haven’t written or posted anything in a LONG time. Years, it feels like. But, here I am with another Bechloe one-shot because I couldn’t get Speak Now out of my head. Please let me know if I’ve still got it :)

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Chloe had been dreading this day. 

She had gotten the invitation in the mail a few months ago. An RSVP to Beca and Jesse’s wedding along with some rather forced looking engagement photos. It was only a matter of time, she knew, before it showed up in her mailbox, but it didn’t make it any easier to see. 

Now, she was sitting at the wedding that would ruin her. She should be the one across from Beca, holding her hands and smiling. She had missed her chance and now she had to watch the girl she had loved for years, and still did, marry the wrong person. It was excruciating. 

Aubrey had been surprised that Chloe wasn’t a bridesmaid, but really Chloe was glad Beca didn’t ask. She couldn’t imagine standing next to her on this day. Watching her get ready and listening to how excited she was to marry someone else. Was that wrong of her? Did that make her a selfish, horrible person? Maybe, but a part of her knew she couldn’t do it. 

Instead, she had to watch as Fat Amy, Stacy, and Emily stood next to her in matching black dresses because of course, Beca had her bridesmaids wear black. 

She could tell this wasn’t Beca’s idea. None of the flowery, fancy, and really rather gaudy things could have possibly been Beca’s call. It was all Jesse. This wedding wasn’t Beca at all. 

“Are there any objections to this pairing? Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

This was it.

Chloe stood. She had no idea what she was doing, no idea what she should say, but her body moved on its own accord. 

“Oh my god,” she heard Aubrey exhale beside her. 

The priest had spotted her so it was too late to back out. 

Next, Jesse. His face immediately falling and the happiness being replaced by anger and confusion. 

Then, Fat Amy with an, “Awkward.”

But when Beca looked at her and her midnight blue eyes met Chloe’s icy blues, everything made sense. There was a glimmer of hope that flashed through those eyes, at least that’s what Chloe hoped. There was a chance that everything Chloe had ever felt was reciprocated, that the signals from Beca she thought she had received were real. 

But then again, maybe they weren’t. 

She could feel that all eyes were on her, but she only cared about one pair. The pair that she would spend forever making it up to if she let her.

“Chloe,” Aubrey said gently, grabbing her by the hand. 

“I have to go,” Chloe whispered as she turned abruptly out of her seat and walked out of the chapel quickly. 

The cold air took her breath away, or maybe it was the fact that she just stood up at Beca’s wedding to object. No one ever objected. It was just a saying, right? 

Her hands were shaking. Her heart was beating. Her eyes were burning. She had royally screwed up. Beca would never forgive her. They would never speak again. She could never show her face to any of the Bellas. 

She leaned against the wall of the church and tried to catch her breath and her thoughts. Her dress was suddenly too tight and she needed to leave before she threw up in the parking lot. 

She heard the door slam open behind her. She closed her eyes tight. She knew Aubrey would follow her. It’s what she does. She picks up the pieces of Chloe that shatter when it comes to Beca. 

“Aubrey I know that-”

“Tell me I’m not making a mistake.”

Chloe’s heart stopped. 

It was Beca. 

She turned and saw the beautiful brunette in her white dress. Her cheeks were red and tear streaked. She was breathing hard, like she had just sprinted from the altar. Her hands were tightly fisted around the fabric of her gown. 

“Tell me that wasn’t just a horribly timed phone call or emergency. Because I just left Jesse up there alone to follow you. Tell me, Chloe, that it wasn’t for nothing.”

“Becs,” Chloe said, taking a step forward. It dawned on her that she had run from the altar. For her. 

“I have waited years for you. I never thought it was… I didn’t think…” Beca struggled to get out. Her lip quivered and her body was trembling. 

Even with all of this, she looked so incredibly beautiful. Chloe hated to see her hurting, but there was a part of Beca that looked alive, still. Like everything she had been hoping for had happened and there they were. Outside of the chapel full of friends and family and acapella nerds. 

“Come on,” Chloe smiled, grabbing Beca’s hand and pulling her towards her car. 

Beca smiled, too. It was the beginning of the rest of their life, and Chloe knew it as she pulled Beca along and further away from the church. 

There was shouting from the door that had just been pushed open by some Treblemakers. Chloe couldn’t help but to giggle. The adrenaline and hope that filled her body made everything else seem so bleak. All she could feel was happiness and Beca’s hand in her own. 

She didn’t know where they would go, or what would happen next. All she knew was that Beca couldn’t marry the wrong boy, and now she wouldn’t. Now she would be with the right girl. 

[unproduciblesmackdown]

btw took a shot at drawing winstuk earlier but as can be the way it wasn't happening. so for now let's take a moment & picture it. i'm thinking a nice chill comfortable hangout. that while sitting side by side it's so doable like i'm looking at your hands in your lap while we talk :) or try kissing, classic

rotate em

[ghostburguer03]

ENGLISH:

Which artists hear the espers headcanonally? This is mine:

Chloe listen a lot Taylor Swift, she loves her so much....I think she has all albums of her. Her fav is "Lover" Obviously, she went to the Eras Tour and singin very emotional......her top 5 of Taylor Swift's songs are: 1) Cruel Summer (Lover) 2) Lover (Lover) 3) Mine (Speak Now TV) 4) Style (1989) 5) Paper Rings (Lover)

ESPAÑOL:

Qué artistas escuchan los espers headcanonicamente? Este es el mío:

Chloe escucha mucho Taylor Swift, la ama demasiado....Pienso que tiene todos sus álbumes. Su álbum favorito es "Lover". Obviamente, fue al the Eras Tour, cantando emocionalmente.....su top 5 de canciones de Taylor Swift son:

1) Cruel Summer (Lover)

2) Lover (Lover)

3) Mine (Speak Now TV)

4) Style (1989)

5) Paper Rings (Lover)