dr. taylor swift highlights of NYU graduation speech

goodbye, this love

listening to this love (stolen version) for the last time. I am not okay.

verse v: this love left a permanent mark ; open verse

based on John Marrs “The One”.

What would you do if you could find out that your perfect match / soulmate can appear at the drop of a DNA swab? Would you sign up or go on with your life and try to date normally only to find out you could get potentially dumped because your partner found their “perfect match”?

Alex, not really giving a fuck about this, signs up for this website because June and Nora have bullied him into it. I mean June found Princess Bea and Nora found Pez, Alex is the only one missing from the White House trío who hasn’t signed up. So he gives in, signs up, sends the dna swab and just waits for results.

results could be: you’ve been matched / no match exists… yet because since his “match” hasn’t signed up then that’s why it doesn’t exist yet.

Enter your muse who has also signed up for this and gets matched with Alex and let’s get unhinged.

This shit can be done in sooooooo many ways and it can be just as beautiful and gay as it can be angsty and hard and hella gay.

So hey if you’re interested in doing this AU with me, give it a like. I’ll hit you up.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLS GIVE ME A HENRY FOR THIS I AM BEGGING

while silas wasn’t too enthused about tonight’s ball. ruby spent an entire week stressing on it. her concerns covered everything from the catering to her dress. due to her family’s influence and generous contribution to the institution, she’s involved in campus events and organizations. all this lallygagging about organization and head counts and what color of what should be used reminds him of high school. it also reminds him of being vice president, gemma then logan. imminently, his trip down memory lane leads him to amara.

what kind of loser has he become that his best days somehow remain in their senior year? is he a tragic case of ‘peaking in high school’? it makes silas unusually self-conscious just thinking about it. hands smooth the ridges of his suit, it’s a comfortable fit—and expensive. his girlfriend insisted that they dress in designer and supported her claim by saying just because they’re breathing the same air as people who eat instant ramen for dinner every night doesn’t mean they need to humble themselves. true to her name, the tall, slender brunette is dressed in a strapless red, mermaid gown with her long, dark curls in a side part giving a classic hollywood air. she looks good but silas’ attention lies at the entrance, awaiting amara’s arrival and scott’s too, he supposes.

scott showed aloofness during the days leading to the ball. silas assumes that he’s either used to it or events like these remind him too much of home that it tarnishes his image as a suffering artist. he wonders if amara’s excitement rubbed off on him and he had no choice but to pull his head out of his ass and match her contagious energy. while the thought of them walking through the door, together, dressed to the nine’s and smiling makes him feel things, he doesn’t overlook the fact that his best friend is happy. therefore, he should be too.

“well, look who’s here.” ruby’s attention follows silas’ only after catching sight of amara and scott walking into the hall. unlike the boyfriend, she doesn’t buy that there’s only been a friendship between them. not with the way the blond has been holding his breath, fixing his eyes on that door staring it at more longingly than he’s ever looked at her. it’s an open door for fuck’s sake. silas knows subtlety and wasn’t practicing it. she tests the waters by moving in closer to greet the couple. silas immediately finds it weird that she’s choosing to approach them first. “i thought you didn’t like scott?” he questions through a faux smile, leaning close to her ear. “i don’t but i have an image to maintain.” she kisses his cheek, leaving a faint, scarlet mark on it.

“scott! is that you? you clean up nice—and wait, let me guess—”

“amara.” silas interjects and nods to both his friends. taking in the sight of her, his polite smile turns genuine, wonderstruck.

this love is a Rosalind Orion song, and no, I will not be we explaining.

[Emoji Prompts] (any character) 😤 : A jealousy headcanon

😤 : Possessive bitch with cannibal tendencies!Curt thoughts but a bit to the left.

Jealousy and possessiveness do not only extend to Peter's friendships, but to his rogues' gallery too. Curt's guilt over hurting and almost killing Peter shares living space with the thrill of being not only his first serious partner, but his first real enemy too. Seeing the wounds and bruises Peter acquires while out fighting crime doesn't just upset Connors because he hates seeing his boyfriend in pain (it is still the bigger part of the reason); he hates seeing anyone else getting to leave a trace on his Peter. He makes sure to take care of the boy and to treat his injuries as best as he's able, so when he's healed and happy, Curt can leave his own bite marks over where he remembers old wounds being. Because he can.

Hi sorry could I please ask if you would write for gender bender of your hinny au with the prompt below?

“The only reason why I’m letting you get away with shit like this is because I like you, you dense fucking cabbage.” 

i broke the prompt down in two parts - calling gideon a dense cabbage and the love confession ✨

They were an odd pair - the Slytherin pariah and the Gryffindor Quidditch captain.

when you notice that shift in your speaking patterns and connect it with a new online friend you made:

i was literally going to bed and i saw taylornation's story... it's almost midnight but i don't care... i'm gonna stay up

I cant wait to read twp so i can picture actual KitTy quotes when I listen This Love by Miss T Swift.

once they're both upstairs in their dorm, scott starts asking silas a bunch of questions about amara. to avoid being questioned further, he pretends to be absorbed in getting some studying in for tomorrow morning. ear keeps twitching by his roommate's endless chitter chatter. every answer is vague and if he can, single worded. a dreamy sigh escapes the other as he falls back onto his bed, "how could i have not remembered her?" how could you? silas asks himself, she's unforgettable but doesn't say it aloud.

"i wish i could have gone to university with my best buddy." he expresses with a frown. "but he chose to study abroad in italy. i don't speak italian so i'd be lost and homesick." silas never had any desire to study out of the country, technically, he's foreign. well, hardly. canada is just next door to the united states. "you're lucky, si." scott says in admiration, turning his head in his direction, "you and amara are really cute. i love the brother and sister thing you have going on." he compliments with so much confidence, it causes silas to lose his equilibrium whilst twirling a highlighter between his fingers. it falls to the floor and he pauses for a brief moment before turning on his chair and picking it off the floor. is that what he got?

a sentence does enough damage in the following week that he still hears it echoing in his head. obviously amara and him both know that what's going on between them isn't at all that. they've made out before for pete's sake! but then again, they only dated for two months that went by so fast it feels less than that. how can something end when it never had the chance to start? a sigh falls past his lips as he sees amara approach his table at the café. he offers a smile and waits for her to take her seat, "i ordered your usual." it's the first thing he says and it would have been fine but—"so, someone's been hanging out with my roomie a lot lately." it comes out teasingly but there's a hint of nosiness.

i could go ON AND ON about this love (heh) but ill just say this: this love truly and genuinely altered my brain chemistry

this love is good, this love is bad, this love is alive back from the dead, THESE HANDS HAD TO LET IT GO FREE AND THIS LOVE CAME BACK TO ME! GOD............