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What did you think of The Tortured Poets Department? Did you like it? Favourite songs?
oh man. i have a lot of thoughts
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT thoughts:
i think it’s a good album, better and emotionally heavier than what most mainstream artists even attempt to put out. but it’s not my favourite taylor album. i think it’s highs are pretty high and it’s lows are pretty underwhelming — not even that they’re bad, it’s just that i don’t think they’re songs that needed to be heard
but i also understand why this album was so important for her to make and release; this is the most honest and vulnerable she’s been and i feel like she needed to release all the songs and emotions and just everything from this period of her life to be rid of it and i can respect that
it also makes me more sad that this album is being misunderstood, lyrics taken out of very specific contexts etc. it reminds me a lot of the idea that people will assume women are stupid before they’ll assume they’re being deliberately funny or satirical and this album is full of humour that people are either purposefully ignoring or too stupid to see
and it’s also sad how it’s seemingly so divisive and garnering so much hatred from critics, particularly because a lot of that so-called criticism isn’t criticism in good faith at all and seem more like bad faith, heavily misogynistic attacks. and it’s just sad but i suppose it’s not unexpected when you’re the most popular and successful woman in the world and you’ve just bared your soul for your biggest haters to feast upon
but the divisive opinion makes me think that in a few years, when people realise how insane they’re being about her right now (because, honestly, her devout haters — of which there are a crazy amount — are far more parasocial and obsessive than fans could ever be), the album will be revisited and appreciated more in the same way RED was and the way reputation now has a very solid set of defenders (although reputation is broadly a weaker record than ttpd)
to me it’s a solid 7.5/10, middling in her discography — in the realms of speak now for me which i love a lot — and below folklore, evermore, RED, and fearless. but that’s still a pretty good album if we’re going by the standards i hold other artists to. this could also change because it’s literally only days old!
my favourite songs at the moment are I Hate It Here, The Bolter, Fortnight — which has an excellent music video, But Daddy I Love Him, Clara Bow and loml
but also special mentions to Fresh Out The Slammer, Guilty as Sin?, The Albatross, Florida!!!, The Prophecy, Robin, The Manuscript, The Black Dog, So High School, and Peter
#ttpd thoughts#the tortured poets department#taylor swift#and yes of course there will be tmnt x ttpd content at some point
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I don’t have enough brain cells to understand who/what fortnight is about… the neighbor and husband references?
okay, so like taylor said, fortnight is sort of a prologue to the entire album. it references a lot of other songs (down bad, florida!!!, peter, guilty as sin?) there are a few different ways that it could be read, and i may not stick to this interpretation, but the below is where i landed.
fortnight sets the scene for the entire album and the events that are about to unfold by telling a story about an alternate reality about the future she was headed to in which she and joe ignore their problems, stay together, and build the life they're planning. she's in need of psychiatric help, she's drinking, she's depressed. but the other guy has re-entered her orbit. they're going to keep crossing paths. she feels insane. he's right there. she is insane. her husband cheats on her; she's enraged at him. the other guy is married to someone great; she's enraged at her too. she feels insane. she is insane, because she's fully consumed with the anger of following the bad path instead of taking the risk.
so at the end of the song, she decides she has to run for it. she has to move to america. she has to go to florida and start over. she has to buy the car and let him touch her instead of just daydreaming about it. because if she doesn't scratch the itch, if she doesn't see what happens, if she doesn't chase the guy that's been her "what else?" then well, how will she ever know? and the rest of the record is her realizing that maybe she wishes she hadn't.
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ttpd is like... this fucking sucked... it was my fault... fuck joe... this also fucking sucked... fuck matty... i thought i was gonna die... straight up commit me to an asylum... FUCK matty... fuck joe... no one knows me... fuck kim kardashian... i created every problem and every consequence i have to face... please see me as human... i am exposing my flaws so you see me as a real person... fuck jake gyllenhaal... if you're gonna be so up my business you better realize how fucked up my business is... also hi killatrav ily... there is nothing redeeming about this chapter of my life... hi mom ily... this ALSO fucking sucked... there may be good in the world... here is every sin i have ever committed... i was promised love and forever repeatedly and no one ever delivered... my reaction to trauma was awful... i made so many bad decisions... if you're gonna crucify me do it for good reasons... are you not entertained?
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Silly impulse doodle of Mikey and a dolphin that I put way more effort into than I intended.
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Big Mama sketches because
WHY NOT
magma magma magma
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Butterfly Effect Chapter Four!
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Tag List: @sunnytapioca @little-mouse-gardens @luckycharms1701 @coffeestation @shutupcake @avery73
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I have no excuses other then I'm on a slight role right now
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just letting people know that if you’ve sent in a request that i’ve seen it and that i am working on it! i have a lot of backlogged, boring real world work this month that might make posts a bit slower but i am working on everything!
#i’m just the world’s worst procrastinator#and i’ve got six thousand essays to write last minute#wish me luck#tmnt#tmnt x reader#tmnt imagine
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I hope you don’t mind me following you, I read your fic come to bed about Donnie and I had to check out your blog!! Thank you for that marvelous read from one swiftie to another. ❤️
of course i don’t mind! i’m so glad you enjoyed it and i’m always happy to see another swiftie involved in tmnt <333
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Cinderella | Leonardo
okay, i am aware this isn't my greatest work but i actually kind of like it, or i enjoyed writing it at least because i'm a sucker for fairytales being applied to non-fairytale stories/settings... also i spent about the same amount of time writing this as i did attempting to find a gif of leo in that damn suit and then i ended up having to make my own because i couldn't find one of just leo...
2003!Fast Foward
warnings: none? cleavage mention, one innuendo, fem!reader... genuinely nothing other than non-proof read writing
summary: when leo meets cinderella
word count: 1437
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Leonardo likes people watching – which is not stalking no matter what Raphael says. He likes imagining their lives and catching snippets of arguments and jests and idle conversation, and he especially likes watching people in his colour, even if some of the gowns and suits he sees are abominations fit for incineration rather than an evening out.
Although, he concedes, there are a lot of pretty outfits tonight, including a dashing cornflower blue, pinstriped three piece suit – complete with a fedora and all – that Leo quietly longs to have in his closet. His brothers would probably laugh and Donny would accuse him of wanting to look like a noir detective (and so what if he did?), but Leo was used to tuning out their teasing.
He settles against a wall and continues to watch. There’s a lot of blue in the crowd; shades of navy and midnight, indigo and periwinkle threatening to bleed into purple and catching and sparkling in the light.
For every fashion win, however, there are another two fashion failures, and Leo can't hide his wince as a woman saunters past with undeserved, and therefore impressive, confidence clad in a ghastly shade of turquoise and adorned with fur trimmings.
He loves blue more than anyone else, he really does, but even that shade has skipped over the boundaries of ostentatious into obnoxious, and Leo has to blink to try and erase the monstrosity from his mind.
Pulling his eyes away from another blasphemous shade of cyan passing through the doorway, he scans the sea of people casually and smiles amusedly as he quickly spots Raph. He’s got his arm around Donny who looks like he’d rather be anywhere else, clumsily hunched and torn between politeness and awkwardness as his brother flirts brazenly.
He can’t find Mikey and he lets his eyes roam the room once more to make sure he hasn’t missed him, although missing Mikey is pretty impossible, not least because he's in a bright orange tuxedo. It should worry him more, although he’s not sure whether to be worried for Mikey or for whomever Mikey is with, but all thoughts of his little brother are expelled from his mind when he catches a breathtaking shade of blue across the floor.
The dress is long and shimmering, fabric pooling on the floor, and Leo follows the material upwards, transfixed as it cascades and ripples over skin like water. It’s so blue.
His breath hitches as he traces bare neck and lands on the most beautiful face he’s even seen. You’re looking right at him. He feels faint, hyperaware of his own heartbeat thrumming in his ears, the racing flap of a hummingbird’s wings matching the flutter of butterflies within his stomach.
Love at first sight is such a ridiculous, illogical notion. It's fanciful and childish. It’s unrealistic and goes against everything Leo has been taught and everything he expects from himself. But your dress matches his suit, matches his mask, he's a mutant turtle, and he’s already striding towards you and you’re meeting him halfway, and before he can even stop and think about what he’s doing he’s asking you for a dance.
His breath hitches again as your palm glides against his and he rests his other along the curve of your hip, feeling the heat of your body through your dress.
Years of training have made his feet steady and his frame strong, but Leo still feels a little out of place as he does his best to lead you around the floor. You smile at him, soft and amused, easily reading the tension in his shoulders with the palms of your hands. “You need to relax,” you murmur teasingly. “Breathing would be a good start.
His shoulders gradually slump under the gentle caress of your hands as you dance in companionable quiet, and your answering beam causes his breath to catch in his throat. This doesn’t feel real, it feels like a dream and a fairytale all at once – perhaps also combined with a nightmare because his brothers are watching and even Mikey has reappeared to gawk – as Leo twirls you gracefully.
He might feel out of place, but the two of you are perfectly in sync. You’re calm and flowing in his arms, your gown whirling and billowing behind you like a silent wave rolling against the shore with every step and spin, and you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
In all honesty, Leo has no idea what to say now that you’re in his arms. He should probably speak before it gets awkward, before you leave and he never gets to see you again, but his heart feels like its trapped in his throat and even the thought of speaking makes him nauseous as those butterflies continue to assault the lining of his stomach.
He thanks every deity he can name that you break the silence first. “Do I get to know the name of my dance partner?”
Your smile is wide and bright as you wait for his reply, and it takes Leo a moment to register your question. When he does, his answer is a stammering mess that makes it impossible for you to hide the gooey endearment on your face, eyes all-but moulding into little hearts as you slowly bridge the sliver of space between your bodies.
You can feel solid muscle flexing beneath your palms as his breath stutters, and you can’t hide the satisfied grin blooming across your lips, cheeks aching when his hand flattens against your spine and he extinguishes the final inch between you like smothering a flame – except the instance your chest is flush against his, that flame is burning brighter, roaring and scorching, and your eyes flutter as his lips brush yours in a whisper of a touch.
“And your name?” Leo asks, breath fanning your face and unable to tear his gaze away from you. “Don’t tell me it’s Cinderella.”
You laugh, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching, and Leo’s heart clenches in adoration. “That would be silly,” you tell him playfully, glancing down at your dress and pretending not to notice the way his eyes drop to your cleavage, pausing for a moment too long, as they follow yours. “I would never be so on the nose.”
“Of course, my mistake. I am terribly sorry for my misjudgement.”
“Although,” you admit, accepting his tongue-in-cheek apology with a mischievous dip of your chin and letting your lips roll to conceal a smile as you glance at him coyly from under your lashes, “I do actually have to leave before midnight.”
Leo blinks. “Don’t tell me this dress will turn to rags and your carriage is a pumpkin.”
You shrug nonchalantly and it’s Leo’s turn to laugh. “A girl has to have her secrets.”
“Are you hiding glass slippers beneath that skirt?”
“Oh, I bet you’d love to know what’s under my skirt, Leonardo.”
His face is hot, and Leo has never been more glad to be a turtle, green skin disguising a heated blush. “You’re a terrible tease.”
The music has stopped, and Leo reluctantly lets you step back, already missing the warmth of you as he takes in his surroundings as though seeing them for the first time, as if the two of you have been underwater, alone in the world, this entire time and have only just broken through to the surface.
It’s no longer just his brothers gawking; you’ve attracted quite the crowd with your dancing, and he realises he’s not sure how long the pair of you have been spinning away – it could have been a minute, or it could have been twenty.
As he glances at his brothers and does his best to ignore the whispering swarm, he’s not sure his face could get any hotter. Mikey is grinning widely, cheering and hooting and receiving plenty of dirty looks, not at all phased by the chastising glare Leo shoots him, while Donny and Raph look equal parts awed and confused, impressed and disgruntled.
Leo rolls his eyes and turns to face you again only to be met with the lingering scent of your perfume and empty space. Panic shoots through him like lightning and he’s about to rush for the nearest exit when he almost stomps on something.
His laugh is barking and loud and his brothers look even more confused as he picks up a heel. It’s not a glass slipper, but it is blue and there’s a slip of paper with a phone number and your name that Leo slips into his pocket.
#tmnt#tmnt x reader#tmnt leonardo#tmnt imagine#tmnt leonardo x reader#leonardo tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt 2003#tmnt fast forward#leo tmnt#tmnt leo x reader#leo x reader#leonardo x reader#tmnt 2k3#tmnt leo
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Okay now that booping is sorta kinda outta the way for the day, it's Donnie's turn :DD continuing on with the idea of "S3 finale designs" -w-
S3 finale Leo!
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part 3 and for now final part of rise x 2012 :]
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11 & 10 with Raph, a sort of confession\first kiss type of deal please! I need my boy to discover being loved.
-justalotoffanfic ❤️
Oooooooooooooo. First kiss. I think you might like reading this if you haven't yet, But Also Thank You for Requesting on Blurb Day! Let's have Pining Soft Raph to fight off those Mikey Brooms for a bit, eh? (edit: uh..... I guess this turned out more pining Reader and hopeless kiss. oops) also, sorry i forgot to do this with the other side blog requests but @justalotoffanfiction
Being with Raph wasn't always....a straight line. The curve of progress sometimes doubled back on itself, or stalled for a bit before resuming at a glacial place.
It was easy enough to understand, you thought, watching him move purposefully through his workout, racking weights and eyeing the amount before he slotted himself underneath on the inclined bench. There were things you'd probably never know about, but the few big ticket items you had heard of left several things completely clear.
The Turtles had been hunted, and could be so again in the future. They weren't human, and people sometimes reacted badly to that. And the last thing, probably the root of your problem with Raph, was that there would always be someone 'better' for you, in his mind.
Someone that didn't live in the sewers, that didn't have a shell and a different amount of fingers, someone that didn't tower over you or place themselves in danger over and over again.
He was stubborn, you thought with an exhale, watching him knock off a weight from each side and slot himself under the bar once more, the suicide set causing his muscles to twitch under the exertion.
You watched the tensed line of a vein curling over his tricep, the little hollow below his elbow dipping in and out of existence with each flex. Your eyes followed the strain of his deltoid where it disappeared under his plastron-
"Whatcha thinking about, sweetheart?" His gruff voice called, words bitten short from exertion, and you blinked, pulled from your line of perusal.
"What?" You asked back, shifting in your seat, playing innocent even as you drank in his figure again.
"There's something rattling around in that pretty head of yours," He paused, knocked off another pair of weights, and you followed the beads of sweat running down the back of his elbow without conscious thought. "Gotta be something you're not telling me, isn't it?"
Your mouth pulled to the side, not quite a frown, not quite a smirk, and you finally stood when he paused once more, chest heaving as he re-racked the bar and glanced your way.
You could be stubborn, you reminded yourself, but another little voice echoed the words, sounding a lot more sure of itself than the immediate bravado. You could also push too hard.
"I just..." You trailed off, but Raph ducked a shoulder and leaned forward, resting his shell against the bar. He lifted one eye ridge towards you, clearly waiting.
When you still couldn't get the words out, he gestured you over with a jerk of his head, repeated the motion with more sass when you took too long.
When you finally stood in front of him, eyes taking in how his plastron swelled with each breath, the obvious way his arms had all but doubled from the exercise, you swallowed heavily.
Raph snorted at your ogling, one large hand coming up to tuck against your waist. "I uh," He tapped his fingers, slowly, against the back of your hip, obviously thinking, " I don't.... I really don't wanna end up doing the wrong thing here, sweetheart, but-"
He broke off, staring at your face, and you couldn't care less who moved first, just that you did-
And you were both stubborn idiots, it seemed, because you both bobbed when one should have weaved, and the first time you missed completely, lips nudging along cheeks instead of finding each other.
Your fingers found his jaw halfway through his eye roll, and his hand cupped the back of your head through exasperation more so than any tender feeling, but the tiny well of ire at how stubborn he was disappeared the second his lips landed true.
They were wide, and soft, and you could tell he was trying so hard to keep it sweet. After the third tentative scrub you finally lost your patience and opened your mouth to lick against his lower lip, and he pulled back with a grunt and a look in his eyes that promised retribution.
You grinned at him, feeling drunk, and a little bit stubborn yourself.
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