#thank you Karly!

[novafire-is-thinking]

orchid ⇢ what’s a song you consider to be perfect?

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

daffodil ⇢ do you have siblings? if yes, in what ways do you think you’re similar to or different from them?

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?

(for this ask meme)

orchid

I’m gonna go with another Caleb Etheridge song I adore:

Caelestis (Spotify | YouTube)

The name. The vibes. Everything.

abelia

Not really. I rarely wear jewelry of any kind because I’m particularly sensitive to how it feels on my skin. The few pieces I do have are worn based on what I think looks best with my outfits, so if I suddenly lost all of them in a fire or flood, I would hardly notice they’re gone.

daffodil

I have one younger sister. While we’ve often been perceived as near opposites, I’ve come to see how we’re similar, but with very different approaches to the same things.

We’re both stubborn, but I can be reasoned with more easily.

We both react unfavorably when things change suddenly, but she gets louder while I go silent.

We’re both conflict-avoidant, but she’s more likely to speak her mind anyway.

She’s more of a fighter, but I’m more intense.

She’s quicker to take action, but I’m more decisive and self-assured.

She’s better at interacting with people, but I’m better at capturing an audience.

She’s grounded and present while I’m lost in my head.

She treasures the past and appreciates what is, while I value the future and struggle to be content with anything.

She’s meadows of wildflowers, turbulent ocean waves, and fairy lights, while I’m constellations, thunderstorms, and books with gold tooled covers.

…and so many more differences I could come up with.

aloe vera

I can’t think of any more mundane things, so I’ll go with something else:

I’d love to own a motorcycle someday—electric is preferred, since it looks more Cybertronian. lol

nutmeg

For all that I love interior design, my actual room and living spaces are in total disarray. I lack the resources and motivation to decorate the way I want to, but I know exactly which theme(s) I’d go with. I’m not sure how to describe it… However, I will say I have expensive tastes and am quite proud of that fact.

papyrus

Last Breath by J.T. Peterson (Spotify | YouTube)

This one’s been on rotation in my dishwashing playlist for a little while now.

It also happens to be one of the songs in my TFP Optimus playlist. It makes me think of him because he fought for peace and unity for Cybertron and humanity until his very last breath, figuratively speaking.

[badgalazzie]

Does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes?

[heda-heather]

How I feel whenever Karlie disappears from social media for a few days:

Remembering she might just be having quality fam time with Taylor:

[teekays]

CRYING AND SCREAMING!!!!!!

[lvndrhaze]

after all of the clowning Taylor’s been up to, some more sophisticated Karlie content would be greatly appreciated

[the-1ast-time]

thinking thoughts

[mykingdomcomeundone13]

What if Taylor one day just decides to come out to the world live on stage by asking Karlie out on a date after she sings? Like how are you and the rest of the Gaylors reacting? 👀👀

That would be a dream come true and even though I don’t think it’ll happen you never know (especially with Taylor).

As in for other Gaylors/kaylors I know that our community here would be the happiest and proud of them because we know it’s something they want to do for years but when twt Gaylors for example they have very strong anti Karlie agenda (which I think is very hypocritical considering how they treat Taylor’s behavior) so I think at the beginning they would trow a tantrum but then act like they were kaylors all along 💀

[madin-writes]

got a notification today that someone wrote poems based on my fics... i will be thinking about this for a long time

[karlyboyyy]

Karly!! Do you have any cosplans? I loved your Vash cosplay!! 🩷

Addy! :D thank you so much 😭 putting together that Vash cosplay was a lot of fun!

So for this year’s local cons I cosplayed as different versions of Kenma, mostly because my hair had gotten so long and my dark roots were coming in so I was like “oh this is perfect” lmao

For next year, I’m thinking Urahara from Bleach! My friend has started a tradition of gifting me these awesome oversized anime cardigans for my birthday and this year she got me one that looks like Urahara’s haori!

Normally when I cosplay I take it as a chance to present as masculine as I can. But I’m thinking it might be fun to do a fem Urahara 🤔

[deathbyathousandblunts]

thank you amiee is obviously not about Kim k? She changed the name and defining features & the red herring on the website like

Kim ks kids already come home singing songs that are well known to be about her.

I think it's about Karlie Kloss and the end of their relationship (regardless of if it was a platonic or romantic relationship)

[blighted-lights]

alas I do not art, but accept my humble happy birthday anyway

THANK YOU❗️im a bit late getting to this, but thank you so so much for the happy birthday wishes, karly!! it means a lot <3

[9w1ft]

Underrated tweet about an underrated song, especially after hearing Anti Hero

https://twitter.com/taylornation13/status/1413600619403825152?s=46&t=dR0S5n50ur8OMnDT7UGHnw

ive had an IV of this tweet hooked up to me since 2021

[incaensio]

setting : claudius templesmith's talk show studio, some point before eight, the seventh night of the games.

everything about tonight is a reminder that hazelle will never get out of that arena alive. it is in the parting from peeta, the separated interviews so very far away, the attention she will have to endure herself, the lies she will have to spin, even on the fluffy dress cinna puts her on — she doesn’t think she has ever wore something worse. she doesn’t make a face as cinna fastens it on her back, however. she even compliments it with a it’s fine, even if she finds it a tad too heavy, and the golden too… capitol. well, katniss, there’s your reminder if nothing else (only there is everything else. too much).

claudius’ audience is smaller than caesar’s. he’s more of a journalist, she can tell; she’s seen some highlights of his interviews on the way here, and he’s not as flashy. he cuts to the point, he relies less on the gimmicks and charm caesar does. yet, the the topics are the same, and, more importantly, she is the same. there is some welcoming, a few pleasantries exchanged, and then he goes straight to it. “it's now day seven of the arena. at eight tributes, this could end very quickly or stretch out.” she tries to remember what she was doing last year, then. marvel. she had the eighth to last kill last year. it took way longer than it did last year to get to eight tributes, and it felt even longer after. she focus on claudius’ pale blonde ringlets and tries not to think of rue, the seventh last. “last year was more on the long side. hazelle had one of the lowest scores of those who remain. what are your concerns for her?“

“after seven days, i believe my aunt has proven that the scores she received doesn't matter. others have gotten a ten, and the arena swallowed them up.” the girl from two obviously had been a fan favorite; katniss tries not to relish on these deaths, because they are all people, but, technically, that loss meant one less career chasing hazelle. “she’s in no danger of starvation nor dehydration now, we have made sure of that, with the gifts afforded by the generosity of the capitol." it's the same script, the same nonsense, the same pandering. she's so fucking tired of it all, yet her jaw almost hurts from smiling. so she stops, before continuing to speak. "i believe that there’s little to do now but to watch. her life is not in our hands anymore.” no, now it’s all about the waiting game. waiting to see what horror will end hazelle’s life, if she will be in pain for long, what coffin they shall select to bury her in, how horribly gale will react, how the hawthornes will carry on after this. who will win, she thinks, but it’s bittersweet. what matters who wins the games? she can hope it’s devyn — for the woman who promised to find and help her tributes, whose brother awaits her at home — but will she truly win? what would await her when she’s out?

katniss inclines her head, a movement both planned and an attempt to keep her glazed eyes from being preyed on (even if she knows everyone would wish her to shed those tears; she refuses it. the president is watching, and he will not see her break). it is while looking down that she notices the spark on the hem of her skirts. it's a small thing, but it grows from a flicker to an ember, and she hears claudius making a small sound, a mutter to call for production to send something, though she barely even moves. there is none of his quick panicking, any dread. that's over. burning alive would be a relief. but no one would let her do that, no — it wouldn't be a dress that would be her demise. no matter how wacky the designs, as long as she wore something of cinna's, she knew it would be alright.

so she trusts him, and stands up. the ember grows as the skirts swishes with the movement, and, all of a sudden, katniss is that nervous tribute in a red dress again and she's looking at the side of the stage, where she sees cinna, tipping his head in a nod. and, like on that last interview before her games, she twirls. once, she can see the flames growing higher. twice, the smell begins to rise. thrice, ashes follow through. four times,  the petal-like fabric is engulfed entirely. five times, the shimmering gold gives way to a blue so dark it may as well be black and she wonders, for a moment, if it isn't her skin, becoming coal. but no, the flames do not touch her skin, only tickles, just as last year. inflammable, but safe and, more importantly, beautiful.

she stops, as the last pieces of ash floating around her disappear. claudius is open-mouthed, and he stammers as he attempts to approach her, but katniss lifts a hand, and she feels something flutter. she stretches her other arm, and black-blue-white feathers peek behind her. wings. she has wings. awestruck, she extends her arms higher to try and take a look, but from the looks of it, cinna has made her into a bird.

not any bird, however. she can see now that the glittering gold, the rose petals have been burned away. she recognizes the pattern in the feathers, she remembers her pin and she can almost hear them sing rue's song. so she lifts her chin and looks into the camera with more certainty than she has felt in many days. 

she's a mockingjay.

(and the whole country can see what it means).

[vanishingreyes]

[pm] Hola mamacita. How have you been? [del: Not sure if you've seen my conversation with that annoying guy Emilio...]

[pm] Pretty good, though I'd be even better if you could come by sometime, or if I could come to your place.

Also what is going on with you and Emilio

How have you been?

[kirayaykimura]

i'm curious as to how you know for sure taylor swift isn't queer. if you ignore the obvious PR relationships that mysteriously become relevant anytime one of them has a project coming out, it's not so unthinkable.

lavender marriages, glass closeting, and bearding are a long standing tradition in hollywood. it's a business, and unfortunately being queer isn't profitable in countries with censorship laws. we have an industry full of band geeks, choir kids, theater kids, etc and you want to believe all of them are straight? you want to be spoon-fed fabricated tabloid advertising and not question anything? couldn't be me.

come on now

[peaceforafortnight]

say my name and everything just stops 😳 cause i don’t want you like a best friend 🤭 only bought this dress so YOU 🫵 could take it off 🥵