#I find young Taylor so amusing...cause you never know what you're gonna get =)
Photo
Collect Call From... TAYLOR SWIFT
Blender Magazine (final, unpublished issue from May 2009) // By Josh Eells
Each month, one lucky rock star phones Blender HQ for seven days straight, just to, you know, share. Now on the line: country-pop princess.
DAY 1: FEBRUARY 24th, 3:51 pm
Swift calls from Nashville, where she lives with her parents and younger brother.
“I’m so happy to be home! I’ve been in Europe for two weeks. I got back two nights ago and spent half of yesterday sleeping. This is my only week off for months, but I categorize vacations differently than most people. I don’t care if I’m doing interviews from when I wake up till I go to sleep, as long as l’m in my own bed, that’s a day off.
This morning I went to some of the radio stations in town, said hi to program directors. Then I met with my stylist - we talked about tour outfits. And now I’m getting dressed for my brother Austin’s lacrosse game. He plays goalie - this is his first game as starter. His friends used to tease him about me, but now he's six two and built. I don’t think they make jokes anymore.”
DAY 2: FEBRUARY 25th, 4:14 pm
Swift phones from home, where she’s “lounging on the couch under a quilt” and playing with her dogs, Baby (a Doberman) and Bug (a mini Pinscher).
“Austin did great! His team won, and he kept a bunch of balls out of the goal. Afterwards I went with my friend Emily to a Nashville Predators game. I did a commercial for them, so they hook me up with tickets when I’m in town. There’s a couple of cute guys, but I think they’re all married. I totally cheer and do the fang-finger thing. Last night they put me on the JumboTron, and you could literally see the wave of people getting up to come over. I’m still getting used to the fact that being stared at is part of my day - in high school it meant I had something on my face. The fact that my albums has been No. 1 for 10 weeks - it’s unbelievable. But this week looks a little questionable: The Jonas Brothers have an album out, too. Hmm.”
DAY 3: FEBRUARY 26th, 5:30 pm
Swift dials in from the road In Nashville, where she’s stuck In rush-hour traffic.
"I just shot a video with my friend Kellie [Pickier] for a song we wrote together. It’s about ex-boyfriends. In the video I am kind of her trouble-making sidekick - I wore this strapless studded dress with a zipper up the front. The whole day I was afraid someone was gonna walk by and unzip me. It would have taken half a second to ruin my day.
Oh, my God, last night I fell asleep on the couch watching CSI: NY. I was out at like 7, but at some point I dragged myself to bed, and apparently in my haze I turned the heat up to 95! I woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, with my poor cat lying on the floor panting. I made myself an ice bath and called my friend Emma in LA - she was in Superbad - and she kept me company for two hours while I cooled down.”
DAY 4: FEBRUARY 27th, 4:37 pm
Swift rings from the music room at her house, where she’s teaching herself how to play piano.
“I’m still not caught up from my jet lag. Today I woke up at 5:30, ate same cereal and fell back asleep on the couch. I didn’t sleep long though, because we had rehearsal this morning. Kenny Chesney was rehearsing next door, so we chatted for a bit.
Nashville is a really small town. I still live with my parents because I’m never home long enough to move out. And I don’t go to bars, because I’m 19 and scared of breaking rules.
Besides Kellie and my best friend Abigail, who moved to Kansas, most of my friends are in LA. And boys aren’t even an issue right now. I categorize guys as “talking”, “nominees” - people you feel like you could someday date - and “dating”. Right now I don’t even have nominees. I don’t even have potential future nominees! But I’m used to being single. Before my last relationship [with Joe Jonas] I was single for like two years. It’s sort of my thing.”
DAY 5: FEBRUARY 28th, 12:50 pm
Swift checks in from her mom’s car with some medical news.
“So, I’m driving to the doctors office. I burned my face with a curling iron! Don’t worry, I’m fine - I’ll call you after we’re done. [She phones a few hours later.] OK. What happened was, I woke up at 6 am and decided to curl my hair. I guess l was still asleep, because I slipped and burned my face under my right eye. It hurt really bad, but I didn’t think much of it. I edited and uploaded a MySpace video - unhindered by the fact that my face was melting off - and went downstairs, and my dad was like, ‘Oh, my God!’ I guess it was worse than I realized. So we went to the dermatologist. She gave me a prescription for some burn cream - I’m not sure what it is, but it has a lot of syllables. The good news is I’m expected to make a full recovery.”
DAY 6: MARCH 1st, 10:03 pm
Swift phones from Plant City, Florida, where she lust performed at the world famous Florida Strawberry Festival.
“This place is strawberry city! When we landed, there were official Strawberry Festival minivans waiting to pick us up, driven by people in strawberry shirts. In the dressing room there were bushels of the most beautiful, gigantic chocolate covered strawberries I’ve ever seen. It’s like they welded three together! And this afternoon I met the Strawberry Festival Queen and her court. They were dressed in red and looked very sparkly.
It was cold for Florida, like 55 and rainy, but everybody bundled up and had a great time. Afterward we had a police escort, which always makes you feel cool, and we’re taking a private jet, which is even cooler. On the way to the airport all these kids were trying to hurl themselves on our car - it was pretty frantic for a second. But thankfully no one got hurt. That’s why it was cool.”
DAY 7: MARCH 2nd, 12:50 pm
On her last day at home, Swift calls from her favorite couch, where she’s enjoying the view of Old Hickory Lake.
“It’s freezing in Tennessee! It’s like 29 degrees, and I’m sitting here packing sundresses and flip-flops for two weeks in Australia. That and downloading movies for the 20,000-hour flight I’m about to embark on. I have three goals for this trip. One, get a tan. Two, go to the beach. And three, debut my new summer wardrobe. Oh, and four, play some good shows and make an impact on Australia! Ha.
I don’t go into most situations thinking I’m going to win. I’ve never even won a raffle. These blessings I’ve had lately are more amazing than I could have ever imagined. We got the new projections today, and It’s looking like we’re going to be No.1 again. Does it feel a little sweeter this week? [Laughs] Yeah - just a little.”
#someone posted this on twitter so I thought I'd share#little TBT#fearless era#I find young Taylor so amusing...cause you never know what you're gonna get =)#like - she was always trained and disciplined enough to be careful with her words#but sometimes...lmao sometimes she would just go off...I don't know - I just find it so funny#anyways...#apparently this whole issue was never even published#blender magazine#interview#taylor swift#baby taylor#scans
200 notes
·
View notes
Text
Infinity Chapter 5: IT CAN'T BE LIKE THIS FOREVER
Summary: QUEEN AU where Roger Taylor (aka Rowan Queen) is a young single dad struggling to make it into music industry.
Warnings: not really. Just fluff, sappiness and swear words here and there
Disclaimer: I don't own the pictures. The boys are based on Queen, but Piper, Gina and Callie are mine.
Chapter 5: Basically Row's and Piper's first day on their own, narrative shifting from normal to Row's inner train of thought.
🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁
Throughout his life, Row would regularly look back with infinite fondness and amusement at the first day he spent on his own with his daughter.
But today, as both him and his week old infant cried in each other's ears, he didn't think either of them would make it through another 24 hours, let alone long enough to look back and laugh at it.
He thought he wouldn't get to the end of the parenting book he was with at the moment with his sanity intact.
He had read many books that contradicted each other. And this one was no exception.
Some said to follow a feeding schedule.
Others to do so whenever she'd demanded it.
Some said that bathing was bad for the umbilical cord.
Some others recommend to rub it with alcohol to help it fall early.
And others said not to touch it. To simply leave it alone.
Then there was Callie and her usual phrase echoing on his head "The best thing is to follow your instincts".
But that didn't help a damn either cause his instinct was messed up.
He had also read somewhere that sharing bed was good at the beginning. That it helped preventing SIDS.
Then on the next book, that sharing room was fine at first, but that bed was a risk factor in SIDS.
But hold on.
What the hell was SIDS?
They mentioned it everywhere. He went through all the pages until he found it, only to be left breathless when finding out what what it stood for:
Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.
Whose exact cause was still unknown , and although there were some preventive stuff to do -on which, by the way, all the bloody books differed- there was nothing 100% safe.
So, they meant his little Piper could just fucking die for no goddamn reason, and he wouldn't be able to do nothing about it? What the fuck! It wasn't fair!
So he found himself on the phone, dialing the number he always recurred to in times of trouble.
"I think I broke her, mom" he said as soon as he heard her pick up.
"You can't break a person, Row"
"Well, there's a first time for everything."
"Don't be overdramatic. You didn't expect it to be easy, did ya? Or you thought she was gonna be like a doll, huh? Like those that have a switch for when you get tired of playing house?"
"No but I didn't think... I mean she was much quieter in the hospital."
"Well, darling, she must have sensed the move or something."
"You mean she doesn't like my place?"
"No, you silly. Although there's room for improvement in the style... But that's not the point. She just needs time to get used to it. Also I bet she can sense your unease."
"Uh?"
"Babies have this sixth sense when it comes to the emotions of those around them. Specially mother's... Or well, in this case, you. So if she senses you're frustrated, she'll get more distressed."
"Oh." was all he could say.
"Where is she now?"
"She's right..." He looked down at the bundle he had been holding and rocking only to realize it was a bunch of dirty clothes.
Where was she? Had he lost his daughter after 5 hours? Fuck! Fucking idiot
For a moment, he forgot where he had put her and a million terrifying thoughts flashed on his head.
She wasn't crying at the moment.
And that was good.
Right?
Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was the worst thing.
Maybe one of the pillows on the sofa had fallen over her and suffocated her.
Or maybe he had mistaken her for a dirty bundle of clothes and put her in the laundry and...
"Rowan?"
"She's asleep on the bed." He suddenly remembered, peering at his bedroom to check he was right. He was. She was asleep, right in the middle of the mattress, exactly where he had placed her 10 minutes earlier.
"Then take this chance and sleep. You're good at sleeping."
It was definitely a good idea. So he hung up and tiptoed to the bedroom. He reached the bed and froze, trying to think of a way of climbing in without startling her awake.
Maybe the matress sinking at his weight woke her up. And if he got past that, perhaps if he dared to move or rolled in his sleep, he'd wake her up... Or worst; he had heard about the hundreds of kids that died overnight suffocated by their parents.
No. He decided he couldn't sleep with her.
So he got the bunch of dirty clothes and laid on the floor besides the bed, using the bundle as a pillow. He fell right off to sleep.
He woke up four hours later, and the room was still silent.
Shouldn't she need something? Shouldn't she have woken me up?
Once again, a feeling of fear invaded him as he jumped to his feet, and put a small mirror in front of her nose to make sure she was still breathing.
She was.
He sighed with relief and pecked her forehead before tiptoeing out.
He decided to make a sandwich or something, cause his stomach was roaring. Halfway through eating it, he ran his eyes through the parenting book he had left opened on the counter:
<<If your baby sleeps 4 straight hours or more wake them up for a feed; otherwise they could become dihydrated...>>
Fuck. She had been dozing for 4 hours and 20 minutes.
So he hurried into the bedroom, and leaned over the tiny bundle, a smile escaping his lips. She did know how to sleep after all. And she looked like an angel. So peaceful. Calm. It almost hurt him to disturb her. But he had to.
"Hey lil'raisin. C'mon, it's snack time" he said, gently lifting her up. "Hey, lovie. Wake up" he knew one thing he shouldn't do under any circumstances: shake her. Or make harsh movements. As that would lead to Major Danger #2:
Shaken Baby Syndrome. And that was under his control.
So he blew on her cheek instead and got her to open her eyes "Hey, Sleeping Gorgeous" he greeted, holding her up so they were face to face.
She looked up at him, directly into his eyes and something inside him melted.
Perhaps she had finally settled. Maybe now they were both fresh and rested she'd go easy on him. He could do this.
But then her face scrunched up and she whined.
"Oh no, no, no, baby, what is it? Don't cry. Don't cry. C'mon." Then he felt a warm liquid on his hand. "Okay, okay, message received. Let's do this"
He got a towel and unswaddled her, hoping he'd be able to remember how it was done afterwards and praying for it only being number one. It was, but he hadn't folded the nappy correctly and it had leaked all over the onesie, the blanket and... His duvet. Goddamn it.
He sighed. If he kept calm, she'd sense it. "Okay, me darl. Shh. Hold on a second. Where... Where've I left the nappies? Where?" He looked around the room but no sight of the pack. Shit. Last time he had changed her in the living room? So it had to be there. "Okay, hang on a minute sweets. I'll be right back" he ran out to get the pack, as the wailing got louder.
"Alright. Alright. I've got it, I've got it. I'm here. Hush" he managed to do it surprisingly fast and without new incidents. "Alright, alright. Almost done. C'mere." He lifted her up, checking the nappy was properly sealed, and went to the kitchen area where he had left the last clean onesie.
On his way, he found the pinky he had been looking for earlier as well "Hey look at this. Here it was." he washed it with water and put it in her open mouth. She began to suck instinctively, calming down.
Thank. Fucking. Goodness.
He sighed in relief.
He could do this.
He laid her down in the kitchen counter, so he could wash his hands, throw his wee stained t-shirt to the washer and unfold the onesie. She squirmed a little, but kept quiet.
"Alright, let's put this on you. Please don't squirm too much, darling. I don't want to hurt you." he pleaded.
"Okay, it's all done" he announced 10 minutes later, when he finally managed to button up all the miniscule buttons on the onesie. Bloody miniscule buttons made for small mothers' hands.
"What's next? Oh yes, bottle. Alright. Coming right up"
Just when he had put the bottle to warm up, she spit the pinky, and began fussing. "Hey, love , here" he put it back, but she spit again. "You ain't buying it, are you? You're hungry, and the pinky isn't fooling you." He chuckled "Clever girl. Alright, it's almost done so don't worry, okay? It's almost there" he took her back into his arms, and paced around until the microwave beeped.
He made a mental note to never again waking her up before the bottle was done.
Never again.
"Okay Princess. Here's your cocktail, made with love." he announced, as he carried her to the couch and sat down, propping her up and watching as she immediately sucked into the nipple, face relaxing instantly.
"Yea, you were hungry right? That's what happens when you sleep through lunch time. I hope you've learned your lesson, and that next time, you let me know alright?" He grinned, as a hand closed around his hair.
But she suddenly pulled away from the nipple and began to fuss again, halfway through the bottle "What? That's all? You're done? So much impatience for half a bottle? No, you've gotta keep going. C'mon" he offered the nipple, and she rejected it, hand pulling his hair
"Ow! Ow! Pips, no honey. Let go. C'mon. C'mon dear, let go." he set the bottle aside and used his free hand to untangle hers from his hair. She cried louder. "Hey, okay, okay, you can pull my hair off if you keep quiet. Uh? Deal?" He got more cries in response. His face fell.
"But you never did this in hospital. You didn't give Daddy hell like this. Why now? Why do you do this when I'm all alone? Am I such a bad dad? I mean I'm following every step. I'm doing my best. Please give me a break" he pleaded, changing her to an upright position.
He was doing nothing wrong, was he? He was doing everything just like he had been taught in hospital.
Well except maybe...
He had an idea and laid her on the couch "Alright, shhh. Let's try this one" he said, unbuttoning her onesie again, -making a mental note to ask Len if he could get him some bigger ones that wouldn't take forever to deal with- and bringing her back to his chest. She instinctively snuggled up, and quieted within seconds at the contact of both their skins.
And he didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry. "So you just wanted this? Well you should've said so earlier." He did both, out of amusement and relief.
Fuck he had cried more these past 7 hours than in the entire last decade. It was ridiculous, really. That someone so little could have such a big effect on him.
"So, where were we hon?" He offered the bottle and this time she did latch, body glued to his, and grey piercing eyes looking right through him, as if she was staring at his soul, as if she was reminding him why he was doing all this. And all the worries that had crowed him until that moment, just disappeared.
I can do this.
He didn't detach her from his chest for the rest of the day, as that seemed to keep her at peace and he didn't mind it. Rather enjoyed it.
So he changed his peed sheets and threw the nappy away, made himself some coffee and broke the mug in the process, as he struggled to do the whole thing with one hand. Then he had to pick it up and cut himself off with one of the shattered pieces. However, he didn't mind: it was worth it as long as she remained undisturbed.
"Are you two better?" Mom asked when she called in the evening.
"Yes, yes. We're... We're alright. Got the ultimate trick. I think we came to an understanding."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that. Where is she, by the way?"
"Right here." he pressed his lips on the top of her head, rested on his shoulder.
"Has she eaten properly?'
"Aye. Then spat some of it on me and... Yea. I think she's good." she had finished both bottles fairly quickly.
"And you? How are you eating?"
"Managed to eat half a sandwich. So not too bad."
"Finish it."
"I'm fine, mother."
"Row by neglecting yourself you're putting her in danger too. So eat properly and stay sane for the sake of you both, okay?"
He sighed. "Alright. I'll finish the stupid sandwich."
"And eat some food or whatever. Vitamins."
"Shit, this is like being 10 again."
They hung up and Row did as told, in spite of himself. Mom had a point.
So he finished the sandwich and grabbed an apple, eating it in bites, chewing it slowly and as silently as possible so he wouldn't disturb his daughter.
Damn it was cold. He'd have to turn the heat on, which he never did cause the bill afterwards was terrifying. But hell, both of them were half naked in February. And he had already spent a fortune on that prune sized person, might as well keep her alive and warm.
Then he laid down with her cuddled on his bare chest as she breathed in uneven, scary patterns, which Callie had told him were normal.
And soon, he found they were breathing in sync, every breath he took was three of hers. Or 5. Or none.
But it was normal, he reminded himself. Her breathing system has to develop still. She's fine.
He was exhausted, but completely wakeful at the same time, cause he was hypnotized by the sight of his little sleeping prune.
Like he would be countless nights in the future.
Because there was no better remedy for panic, no better way to put his thoughts in order and make him feel the strongest, happiest man on Earth than the sight of his daughter sleeping.
🥁🥁🥁🥁
As always, a big Heya to my only reader friend, @definitely-darcy. As you know I'm nervous about this chapter, but I enjoyed writing it a lot. So I hope you like It.
Xx ~Pookie
#queen band#roger taylor#queen fic#dad!roger taylor#roger taylor daughter#single dad! roger taylor#it won't be like this for long
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
Peinlicher Cringe Lurch - The Hummels Dating drama told in songs <3
N.M.E. - Set It Off
okay, we get it, you're both a happy couple. why else go through the trouble of posting it ten times a day?
When I Grow Up - The Pussycat Dolls
when i grow up, i wanna see the world, drive nice cars, i wanna have groupies [...] but be careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it
Love Drunk - Boys Like Girls
I used to be love drunk, but now I'm hungover
Kiss and Sell - The Maine
I need to find myself a new chick, i need to kiss a set of new lips. she's gotta be something new to me, fresh drinks, someone new to please [...] if I had to guess, i'd say we have a mess, you could sell
Paparazzi - Lady Gaga
not sure what it means, but this picture of us it don't have a price
Social Climb - I Don't Know How But They Found Me
come break some hearts now, tear them out, filing for amusements with the crowd
Fick Ihn Doch - Alligatoah
ok die song lyrics passen nicht, aber der titel ok lasst mich
Casual Sex - My Darkest Days
I'm never gonna fall, but I'm never hard to catch. she said she's cool with it, she is down with it, there's nothing wrong with it, cause it's easier this way
Dirty Little Secret - The All-American Rejects
i'll keep you my dirty little secret, don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
You Give Love a Bad Name - Bon Jovi
an angel's smile is what you sell, you promised me heaven, then put me through hell
Homewrecker - Marina and the Diamonds
girls and their pearls and their gourmet vomit, boys and their toys and their six inch rockets. we're all very lovely till we get to know each other, as we stop becoming friends and we start becoming lovers
Treppenhaus - LEA
verpasster anruf grad' von ihr, genau gesehen und ignoriert. mann, warum machst du so 'n scheiß mit mir und ihr?
Scumbag - Goody Grace
She says I'm a scumbag, wants to take her love back, story of my life. why am I such an asshole? everything is my fault, happens every time
Groupie - Cate
he was so cool and cruel at the same time, he could do no wrong in my eyes, cause I was the groupie and he was the star
Angeleyes - ABBA
last night, I was taking a walk along the river and I saw him together with a young girl. and the look that he gave her made me shiver, cause he always used to look at me that way.t hen I thought maybe I should walk right up to her and say, it's a game he likes to play
FYI - Cassadee Pope
Nothin' has changed, from the bedroom to the pain except you're the one who's sleepin' there tonight
Revenge Is Sweeter (Than You Ever Were) - The Veronicas
i saw it in the news, you told me they were wrong and i stood up for you, cause i believed you were the one
Favorite Crime - Olivia Rodrigo
i let you treat me like that, i was your willing accomplice, honey. and i watched as you fled the scene, doe eyed as you buried me, one heart broke, four hands bloody
Mr. Perfectly Fine (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift
hello mr. perfectly fine, how's your heart after breaking mine?
Bad Idea! - girl in red
it was a bad idea to think you were the one, was such a bad idea, cause now everything's wrong
I Knew You Were Trouble (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift
i heard you moved on from the whispers on the street, a new notch in your belt is all I'll ever be
Cruel Game - The Relentless
if misery loves company, oh get the hell out of my house. won't you please just look at me? oh, why'd i let you under my blouse?
Did You Come? - girl in red
you should know better now, to fuck it up and fuck around. see yourself through my eyes, you're so fake, it's all lies
Fake Love Don't Last - Machine Gun Kelly
i want you to know that fake love don't last, so go ahead and pose like that and post like that
Do Re Mi - blackbear
if i could go back to the day we met, i probably would just stay in bed, you run your mouth all over town
Men Are Trash - Scotty Sire
he ain't shit, girl i know, he ain't shit, still want him though. men are trash and maybe you're a raccoon
Little Boy - Ashnikko
oh you think you're worth all the fuss?
Bois Lie - Avril Lavigne
girls cry and so will you
I DONT EVEN LIKE U - Royal and The Serpent
i hate this, you're chasing all these young bitches down the drain, pathetic, you're reckless
5 Of Your Exes - VVAVES
you're the kinda guy that can make a girl go crazy, but i don't mean love, i actually lose my mind [...] better watch out if you think he's mr. right
Deal With It - Ashnikko
emotional maturity for dummies, i don't have the time to pretend you're funny
Acting Like That - Yungblud
you're way too hot to be acting like that
Vanilla - The Maine
you're boring, face it, at your best you're still basic
All Too Well (10 Minute Version) - Taylor Swift
i was never good at telling jokes, but the punchline goes "i'll get older, but your lovers stay my age"
Careless Whisper - George Michael
i'm never gonna dance again, guilty feet have got no rhythm. though it's easy to pretend, i know you're not a fool
Sick Little Games - All Time Low
oh my god, I'm such a terrible mess, i'm turned on by the tabloids, you would never have guessed that I'm a sucker for their gossip. man, I take it too far
Queen of Broken Hearts - blackbear
i'm the queen of broken hearts, break you in a thousand parts
Heul Doch - SXTN
heul doch. ich weiß ja, es gibt so viel' schlimme sachen, bruder. heul doch. halt dein' kopf hoch, du wirst es schaffen, bruder. heul doch. trockne deine Tränen mit dei'm Pelz, heul doch, heul doch
Modern Day Cain - I Don't Know How But They Found Me
So now you've done a little wrong and you need to be forgiven by the Vicar and the company you keep. and then you conjure up a fiction, to get the pretty girl to listen. This is the sin, that I will confess to release myself from consequence and everyone can tell
1 note
·
View note
Last Seen Blogs
bluefall23
*Softly and with feeling* Fuck
rogue-of-broken-time
Hey there, friend!
beluhaphotography
V. Beluha Photography
gj8oo
Untitled
angrysynth
just hanging out :)