#the sapphic energy was always through the roof

[freensrcha]

i'm also team dahee!!!!!

still haven't watched her latest drama tho like i've watched half of the first ep and idk if it's my cup of tea plus her partner is shiwon 😬😬

lee dahee playing a sapphic role again when (i say again because cha hyun was bi and i don't take criticism on that)

- @ahxu-laowen

YESSS SOMEONE WHO GETS ME. she in search: www did things to me cha hyun 100% sapphic no other opinions allowed here. I MEAN COME ON LOOK AT THESE

[bisluthq]

Hello! So, I am a two muse theory doubter (yes read realistic Kay too a couple of times). Like, I want to believe. I have even tried to force it in my mind but it doesn’t take. The reason is - TMT fails to consider the fluctuations of emotional highs, lows, love and lust over the initial 2 year period of a relationship. Like, I am a semi profesh song writer with a muse. The variety of POV I write from are extensive. Life is an emotional pendulum and our experiences make it swing. On any given day, our perspectives and emotions can complete change for a given moment towards a muse. I can love my muse for the rest of my life but hate them with the same passion on any given day, go to my piano and write it into a song and feel indifferent to it later (the good and bad end up in songs). When I listen to Rep, it’s range of intensities I easily apply to my one muse. Taylor herself saying Dress, Delicate, CIWYW & NYD her true story on the album reads like she is just pointing to her average daily experiences with 1 muse. If Delicate is Joe & Dress is Karlie - Taylor separated her finding “love amongst the chaos” into loving two people in her true story. If you actually timeline those particular songs it’s Dress (a lustful hook up), to Delicate (wanting to make it official), CIWYW (the pressure of making it official) and NYD (the challenge of commitment). Unless “Dress” leads her to “Delicate”, why include it at all in her true love story line up? Like, was it a last minute attempt to hetsplain that song years after it came out?🤷‍♀️ by her including NYD in her true love story of Rep, it ties via the ‘squeeze my hand three times in taxi’ lines to cruel summers crying in the backseat lines (which is also the circumstantial vibe of CIWYW). The backseat crying lines of Cruel Summer ties to the Cornelia Street vibe (which Taylor writes later as a reflection of the whatever happened after the Delicate moment) which ties back to Delicate via the bar lines and forward later in time to Gold Rush via the creaks / wooden in the floor lines. I mean, all this says to me there is 1 muse of her true story - which could be Joe (but that cancels out the sapphic nature of dress) or Karlie (which means this illicit affair on joshy-boy really did happen somewhere between 100 and a million times). Tbh, I tend to believe the later. So you’ll be like okay what about LSS, Invisable String then fruitcake? (Fair call future sleuth haha). Or what about babygate and joshlie marriage?! Like, wbk that affair was at least long and messy AF. Folklore and Evermore were written last year and Lover period was fairly chaotic and clunky at best (presumably because of masters heist). Like, they MUST have broken up (FG, DBATC, Daylight, The 1, Cardigan saga, TIMT, Hoax, Peace, Exile, Coney Is, Evermore, RWYLM, CP, Happiness, TTDS). Like, they all have 1 muse energy of losing someone you love through messiness (could be joe🤷‍♀️ we’ll never know for sure). But many of these songs refer to a third person being involved which screams Joshlie to me because of ivy, illicit affair, the bitterness of “The Man”. Baby, you say? Like it’s pretty simple - Karlie went back to Josh, married him and had a baby and Taylor’s like “uhh, what a fucking joke” and processed it last year through writing two albums about it all. Invisable string, LSS - like these are both songs which come from a POV of self-reflection after hope is lost. Maybe reunited after preggo-gate? Maybe consolidated love after break up into friendship aka Dorothea? WB - quite simply - WB is the model to which Taylor writes about whatever she wants to (triangulation of desire). Good for her, great writing strategy. Is it a strategy needed? Well ya, but only if it’s born of having 1 muse and a very obvious story Taylor is trying to obscure. Like, come at me sleuth cuz I reallllly want to believe in two muse story. I wouldn’t even had bothered writing this if I didn’t. What am I missing?

Hey Sim here. So Nat broke protocol and sent me this one to answer because I too am a writer and I too at one point reached that point in the lyric analysis where I literally could not fathom any timeline I was hearing that made sense due to the connections in the lyrics between Reputation and Lover. I have a whole spreadsheet called “Car Bar Roof” where I’m just trying to make sense of a series of events through lyrics alone and I nearly drove myself crazy doing it.

With that being said, I want to give a disclaimer: Nothing wrong with you interpreting things your own way! I know Nat can come off kind of brash sometimes, but both of us are always hyper-aware that we are discussing what essentially amounts to a “Taylor Swift Is Gay” conspiracy theory and because it’s a conspiracy theory and we don’t know these people, no analysis is ever going to be 100% correct. If you don’t hear two muses on Rep, that’s totally fine! I’m sure we have some Toe/Swiftwyn readers who would agree with you there!

I do want to caution against relying entirely on lyric parallels to create a timeline, however. You’re going to dig yourself into a rabbithole that’s very hard to get out of. I think a lot of people don’t realize that Taylor has been using a lot of metaphors (especially the car and the bar) her entire career. It ends up being a big stretch to assume that just because two events in two different songs both take place in a car or a bar, Taylor is talking about the exact same moments. Like, let’s be real, how many times have any of us ever been in a car? Wouldn’t it be kind of ridiculous for a critic of our work to assume everything we write involving a car is about the same specific time we were in a car?

It is also incredibly easy to construct false narratives when you rely only on song analysis. I’ll give you an example using Taylor’s first high school boyfriend, Drew. Whether you believe it or not, he’s often cited as the inspiration for Tim McGraw. The song Tim McGraw has a variety of common themes with Taylor’s other work, the main ones being summer, dancing, the moon, a little black dress, a truck, a creek/river, and going back to school. If we follow song parallel logic, I could connect Tim McGraw to folkmore songs and, because of this, could say Taylor is still dating/writing about Drew from high school.

The little black dress in Tim McGraw is also mentioned in unreleased Live for the Little Things and The Other Side of the Door. In both Tim McGraw and Live for the Little Things, Taylor mentions a black dress and dances with her lover under the moon. A summer love that ends with going back to school can also be found in August, and Cruel Summer and August are very similar songs, in that both are about a summer love that can’t last and isn’t being taken as seriously by one person as another. The Other Side of the Door is almost the exact same premise of an ex at your doorway as I Almost Do, Dark Blue Tennessee, All You Had to Do Was Stay, and exile, meaning all those songs must be connected as well. Dancing with someone in the middle of the night can also be found in Everything Has Changed, 22, and Dancing With Our Hands Tied. As a bonus, trucks and dancing are also mentioned in Champagne Problems, which connects to Gold Rush, So It Goes, and Dancing With Our Hands tied through the use of the color Gold. So It Goes also mentions wearing black and meeting someone in the middle of the night. So all those songs have to be about Drew as well.

So here’s the narrative that makes: Taylor and Drew dated over a summer then broke up when he went back to school but at some point he came back to her door and they got back together. They mostly hung out in the middle of the night, driving around and dancing. Unfortunately, when he proposed, Taylor couldn’t say yes, and literally left him stranded on the dance floor and is now #foreveralone and writing folkmore to process these events.

To be clear, I don’t actually believe any of this. I don’t think anyone else does either, but since neither Taylor nor Drew have publicly interacted in over a decade, this can be easily disproved, despite the “obvious” way the songs connect. Taylor just likes certain themes. Cars and bars. Nature. The contrast of light and dark. Sparks and fire. I guarantee if you go over her unreleased songs and first two albums with the same fine tooth comb you’ve gone over Folkmore/Lover/Reputation/1989 with, you’ll find just as many lyric parallels, and it’s not because she’s only writing about one person.

Occams Razor tells me Kaylor’s not on good terms anymore. It also tells me Karlie and Josh are actually having a child together. From the outside, it looks like things have been bad since at least the Masters Heist, if not before, and the more digging we’ve done, the more evidence we find of that. Now, you don’t have to believe that if you don’t want to! As long as you don’t go around harassing people we’ve got no beef with you. Just know you’re always going to find song parallels to back up whatever you want because Taylor’s such a prolific songwriter who loves to use the same themes again and again. That’s just deductive reasoning, baby. Thanks for the discourse though! LMK if you wanna chat song analysis sometime!

[donutdarwin]

RvB Fluff Week: Day Two - Docnut (2)

Prompt:  Doc and Donut have spa nights in Valhalla, and Lopez has to endure the romantic tension.

Donut was twelve when he got his first facial.

Doc was twenty-seven, and regretted not partaking in the luxury of mud masks sooner.

Lopez refused to ever get a facial- mainly because he didn’t have a face- and didn’t enjoy a single second of Doc and Donut’s weekly spa night. There was something different about this one- some energy between the two that even a robot could sense, despite his best efforts not to.

Lopez busied himself shining the warthog as the scent of rose and vanilla filled the air; he wouldn’t know, since he had no sense of smell, except that there were rose and vanilla candles everywhere. He focused on perfecting the shine of the vehicle. This could- and hopefully would- take all night, since Grif had been last two clean the Warthog, the past two times, and that meant most of the Warthog was still coated in dirt and soap-scum.

Still, even Lopez was aware that Doc and Donut seemed much closer tonight than usual- Donut seemed a bit more eager to rub the tension out of Doc’s shoulders and comb through his hair and laughingly wipe face-mask mud on Doc’s neck and shoulders.

It was. So. Gay.

---

The next week, it wasn’t any better- and the stagnance of the base didn’t help Lopez find things to busy himself with.

Sarge was outside making Simmons and Grif run girly-laps; Lopez wanted to feel some positive connotation to it, because at last Red Team was doing some PT, but there was a logical near-certainty that it was just to make Grif look bad and Simmons miserable. And to help Sarge evade Donut’s wine-and-cheese hour, when double-entendres filled the air and the week’s MRE cheese filled the base with the unpleasant stench of processed lactose. Again, Lopez couldn’t smell it, but Simmons’ complaints were audible enough.

Lopez busied himself this time with alphabetically organizing the painfully small drawer of Red Team files- professional profiles, inventory listings, maintenance records for the base, and so on.

Lopez stayed focused on getting the files organized, ever aware of Grif and Sarge starting a shouting match outside, and Donut drawing out an unusually husky tone while asking Doc where he had the most tension.

Oh, mierda. That wasn’t something Lopez needed to overhear.

He stepped out of the base, uncomfortably within hearing range of Doc’s stumbled flustering, and approached Sarge. “I’m going to Blue Base for supplies.”

It came out Spanish, as always, and Sarge replied, “You’re absolutely right, Lopez- any soldier worth half his salt can complete a few girly laps! Now get going, Grif! Even Lopez thinks you’re just being lazy!”

“I’m just saying, I don’t see you out there with us, and I’m not convinced you can do them,” Grif said.

“I’m out,” Lopez said, and strode off, keeping himself away from the base for the next few hours.

---

God save them all.

It had finally happened- and Lopez knew that was only the beginning.

Sarge had insisted Lopez keep an eye on the base while he, Grif, and Simmons drove over to the dirty blues to “hijack some grub.” Lopez had been pacing the roof for a couple hours, but when he heard some action movie playing from Blue Base and the warthog was parked, empty, outside, he decided that either the Blues had killed the Reds or they were having another movie night. Either way, Lopez didn’t need to stand on the roof till midnight.

He went downstairs into the Valhalla base, ignoring the sounds of Doc and Donut discussing- what word had they just used? Sapphic? Sapphic poetry? Lopez decided he must have been programmed incorrectly, because his internal workings insisted that referenced a type of lesbian poetry. Lopez didn’t want to do anything productive for the Reds, but he knew if he stood idle too long he’d be roped into spa night somehow- last time, that had ended with nails painted onto his armor and a flower crown on his head. It had taken a week to get the nail polish off, and the paint on his gloves had never looked the same.

Then he realized he had nothing to worry about- they weren’t interested in him at all. In fact, they seemed entirely in their own little world, and the spa room had gone quiet. Suspiciously quiet- it was suspicious when two people went from busily talking to absolute silence, right?

Lopez poked his head around the corner, and then recoiled. On the one hand, the sexual tension bubble would definitely be burst now- you didn’t just swallow someone’s face like that and leave anything repressed. On the other hand, Lopez certainly didn’t want to witness it.

“I think I love you,” Donut said as Lopez ducked back out of the room.

Based on the horrid, wet sound that came from inside the room, it could be assumed Doc’s reply had been to re-attach his face to Donut’s. What was with humans!? Spa night, wine and cheese, racist Simmons, the sounds coming from that room-

It became apparent “spa night” was about to get really heated, and that was not some shit Lopez the Heavy signed up for. And, mierda, so gay, and they kept saying nice things about anticipation and muscles and-

That was it, he was out.

Lopez arrived at Blue Base and sat down against the wall, begrudgingly