#taylor swift songs for days

[capsicle107]

and i wake with your memory over me that's a real fucking legacy to leave (x)

part ii of the steggy x red x maroon x daylight arc

[unpersoniverse]

I saw a tweet that said Korra's only a softie around Asami and one thing led to another...

[stillgotscars]

grammys or no grammys, guilty as sin? was my song of the year. was it even nominated? no, it was not. but maybe if you had ever found yourself drowning in the blue nile, only for someone to go and send you downtown lights when you hadn’t heard it in a while, you’d get it.

[nerdyqueerr]

The Amazing Devil truly knocked it out of the park with Fair in terms of love songs i mean its got everything. Domesticity, deep adoration, confessions of love when youre sure no one else can hear, a that's what she said joke, yogurt, genuinely dont think there's a more romantic song on the face of the earth

[foreverfearlessred]

the fact that T hasn’t been able to re-record rep and acknowledged just how much that album was a ‘you had to be there’ moment is truly a testament to that era. there was always something so uncomfy at the prospect of rep tv and so many people that openly hated her and forced her into that incredibly dark place real time during rep getting to switch sides and stanning rep tv. rep was always for the swifties, for everyone that stood by her without wavering and were fighting in the trenches for her.

[jakeperalta]

people on instagram saying new years day isn't a nice romantic song and is actually full of red flags... I am going to start biting

[andichoseyou]

The Eras Tour surprise songs parallels

August 1, 2024—Warsaw, Poland: Suburban Legends / New Year's Day (mashup)

[whiskeyswifty]

swifties celebrating on april 29th

[rollercoasterwords]

most baffling thing to me in this fandom is when people will be like “omg wait this line is JUST like the lyrics of This One Taylor Swift Song am i crazy or is that not a coincidence 👀👀” and then the line in question is like. “i love you.” ur crazy girl xx

[evermoredeluxe]

Taylor performing Suburban Legends/New Year’s Day as the surprise song on piano

- The Eras Tour in Warsaw, Poland (N1) on August 1, 2024 (x)

[itwaslegendary]

NEW YEAR'S DAY

Taylor Swift — The Eras Tour, Los Angeles, CA.

[torchickentacos]

sigh

[anomalyaly]

Golden

[AO3/Wattpad]

Sebastian had always been told that he loved too much, but he had never expected to be loved as much in return OR A fluffy oneshot of how Sebastian and Elsie spent Valentine's Day together.

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags: SFW, Fluff, established relationship, Sebastian is spiraling but that's nothing new

Sebastian had always been told he loved too much.

When he was three, he grew attached to a wild mooncalf that was frequently spotted near their family home. The impulsive little toddler that he was, he had approached it too quickly in his excitement and spooked it. The mooncalf never returned after that, and he cried and cried, even as his parents tried to reassure him that wild animals are meant to roam free. Anne made fun of him, but Sebastian loved that mooncalf.

When he was five, he hit Anne when she teased him for making her a card out of noodles and parchment. He had tried to show his sister how much he loved her, and it broke his little heart that she had resorted to taunting, tossing his present to the floor, and stomping on it. He felt bad that he made her cry, especially when he saw how much it disappointed his parents and how much it hurt her. He never hit her again.

When he was seven, he didn’t cry when his parents died, not because he didn’t love them, but because he needed to be strong for Anne when they were being uprooted from their family home and moved to their Uncle Solomon’s cottage in Feldcroft. He would do anything for Anne, even if it meant hiding his tears until he was alone, in the quiet and the dark, with nobody around to hear. Solomon would punish him for it, but he couldn’t stop him from loving.

And when she was cursed years later, love was what led him to search the darkest corners of the earth for something, anything that would stop the universe from taking away the person he had sacrificed everything for.

Still, it hadn’t been enough. And his twin had abandoned him anyway, a consequence of his Unforgivable choices.

Just like that mooncalf.

Somewhere in the midst of it all, during his fifth year, a small glimmer of hope entered his life in the form of a Ravenclaw girl with a soft heart and kind eyes. And as time went on, that glimmer almost too suddenly burst into a roaring flame that he had been more than happy to burn from.

Yet she had given him the worst possible answer to his question.

“I’m not a fan of big gestures,” Elsie said as she took a bite of her breakfast. “I’d rather do something simple.”

He had asked her what she wanted to do for Valentine’s Day.

“A trip to Hogsmeade?” He offered. “Or we could fly out to the coast. Or,” Sebastian grinned wryly, “there’s a rather interesting tomb nearby. We could —“

“Sebastian.” She took his hand in both of hers and smiled softly. “I’m content as long as I get to spend it with you. Besides, Valentine’s Day wasn’t a widely celebrated holiday in my family. It was considered vulgar.” She paused. “Hang on — did you say tomb?!”

“Merlin, if I had known that was what would get you going —“

“No!” Sebastian laughed at the blush on her face. “I only meant that I hope you were joking.”

Sebastian shrugged, still smiling mischievously. If taking her to a tomb for an adventure was what she wanted, he would have taken her to five hundred tombs.

It was clear that wasn’t how Elsie wanted to spend Valentine’s Day by the look she was giving him.

“How do Muggles back at your home celebrate anyway?” he asked.

She scoffed and rolled a potato on her plate with her fork. “They send extravagant love letters with decoupage.”

He blinked. “What?”

“Old bits of postcards and paper glued together?” She chomped down on the potato slice. “It sounds innocent until someone sends cuttings of their undergarments. Or worse, if one receives a Vinegar Valentine.”

Before Sebastian could even wonder what that was, she said, “A hate letter.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “Well, I can assure you that I won’t be sending you a hate letter or my undergarments.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Unless—“

“No.” She sighed, and he tried to hold back another laugh. “Simple Valentine’s Day, please. If we have to celebrate, that’s all I ask.”

That had been days ago, and he still hadn’t understood what she had meant by ‘simple.’ The boy who loved too much didn’t know anything besides large, over-dramatic gestures of affection. It wasn’t possible for him to give anything less than…everything.

Sebastian, it’s too much.

You’ve gone too far.

You need to stop.

Hours upon hours of circling, pacing Elsie’s Room of Requirement, meditating on the words spoken to him so many times before in his life by the people he cared about. He had finally settled on setting up a picnic in her favorite Vivarium, the permanent autumn leaves the perfect backdrop for a romantic evening with no one else but the two of them.

Would she hate him for it? Criticize his extravagance? He had spent a pretty galleon on the bouquet of roses. And she didn’t even particularly care for plants. Maybe, like Anne all those years ago, she would laugh in his face and toss his present at his feet, insisting that it was all too much and refuse to speak to him again, too embarrassed by how much he loved her.

He loved her.

If only love didn’t make him hurt so much.

He wondered if she felt the same way when she told him she loved him. If she experienced that same aching pain as he did in the depths of his heart, suffocatingly strong that it kept him up at night, struggling to breathe when he was away from her. He had always felt too strongly, but this…

The noises in his head grew to an agonizing clamor, the roaring that he could never seem to silence when he was alone, voices that would remind him that he was a murderer, that he was unlovable, irredeemable —

“Sebastian?”

And then, it all went quiet.

Elsie stalked up the hill in her Vivarium toward him. “I saw you from the entrance. You left me this note— “ She gasped. “What…what’s all this?”

Sebastian shifted from side to side, suddenly forgetting what he was supposed to be doing with his hands. He gestured to the picnic spread behind him. “I…w-well, you said you wanted simple.”

“Did…” She blinked at him, still not moving from her spot. “Did you do all of this?”

She hates it.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut, pushing back the headache that was starting to bloom between them. “I’m sorry, Elsie. I don’t know how to do simple. I know it’s too much, but I don’t know how to show you I care any other way, and I go too far every time, and I—“

“Stop.” He hadn’t realized she was standing right in front of him until she pulled his hands away from his face and cupped his cheek. “It’s perfect.”

“You —“ He gaped. “You like it?”

She giggled and stroked his hair, and he melted at her touch. “I love it. This is exactly what I wanted.”

“It’s not…too much?”

I’m not too much?

Elsie shook her head, still smiling from ear to ear. “I think the word ‘simple’ was probably a bad choice on my part. Honestly, you could have arranged a coordinated dance performed by Hippogriffs and I would have still appreciated it. It was never about the gesture, really.”

Sebastian smirked. “I could— “

“Maybe not that,” she interrupted before he could get any ideas, “I…I was being selfish. I only meant to ask to have you all to myself today. No Hogsmeade or adventure or big presents and parties, just…you.”

“Well if that’s all you wanted,” he beamed as he watched the blush creep up her cheeks, “you should have just said that.”

Just me. She just wants me.

She laughed, the sound bright and musical, and he wished he could turn back time just long enough to hear it on repeat forever. He pressed a light kiss to her forehead and savored every ounce of happiness radiating from her.

Sebastian used to believe that love was passion, raging, all-consuming. It was a wildfire that devoured everything in its path, taking all that he had to give and begging for more — hot, intense, greedy. But standing here, wrapped in Elsie’s embrace, he realized that he was wrong.

Passionate and intense, yes, but something softer — not fire, burning and taking and destroying, but light, golden and warm, bathing him in its glow and welcoming him home. Sebastian had always been told that he loved too much, but he had never expected to be loved as much in return.

Calm washed over him as he kissed her, his mind finally quieting from the earlier darkness that had been circling his thoughts. And when their lips parted, he refused to stray too far, holding her close to him as he rested his forehead against hers.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Elsie.”

She wrapped her arms around him, her eyes fluttering closed, her face still radiating the joy that he wanted to spend all of eternity enveloped by.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sebastian.”

Not too much. Just enough.

[stillgotscars]

okay so where are my fellow fresh out the slammer stans at

[g-taire]

lydia martin (+allydia) | the prophecy — taylor swift

please, I've been on my knees change the prophecy. don't want money, just someone who wants my company. let it once be me

cw: violence, blood, etc. typical to lydia's canonical storylines >>> no clips or audio of lorraine martin's s6 death used <<<

[mothmanavenue]

hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you (and i will hold on to you) 🎆