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wildfloweronwheels · 5 months
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I keep seeing all these year of Midnights posts (rightfully) celebrating the album and all I can think about is how much has happened since then.
anti-hero music video
bejewelled music video
tour announcement
tickets war™️ (USA & international)
33rd birthday
atw short film bts
directors on directors
a taylor-directed feature
anti-hero at the 1975
robbed of SOTY at the Grammys
lavender haze
all of the girls you loved before
eras tour
cruel summer finally getting her crown
it’s joever
i’m new york city bitch
matty horrors but he lets her bejewelled
studio exorcisms
karma ft ice spice
karma music video
you’re losing me
hits different on streaming
speak now tv
backflip seen round the world
the one with the friendship bracelet
i can see you music video
not even to dinner with the kushners tour edition (Karlie at eras)
1989 tv announcement
single girl summer
eras tour movie announcement
oh wait there’s a hot footballer incoming
seemingly ranch
let’s go to the game ft. hugh jackman???
more football
eras tour movie
snl hard launch
and that’s what you missed on glee!
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shade-ofbluee · 1 year
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Midnights x Sadness
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anatrik · 1 year
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First thoughts:
Lavender haze feels like Lover and Future Nostalgia’s incredible love child.
Maroon is about Harry. There’s too many 1989 references for it to be anything else. This chorus reached into my chest and punched me in my fucking heart. Also I need a compilation of Taylor saying fuck for mental health purposes
Anti hero is everything I expected it to be. Its me. Hi. Im the problem. Its me.
Does anyone else feel like the verse of snow on the beach is just like the verse of the way I loved you???? Also no lana verse?🥹 why no lana verse?🥹 i cri
Track 5 felt so not sad until she dropped her voice for ‘you’re own your own kid you always have been’ and then I died😂 and then the ending is so uplifting You’re on your own but you can do it and yk what now that Taylor said it, it does feel possible 🥹
Who tf is singing on Midnight rain? Oh wait taylors back oh wait who tf is back now?
Can I ask you a Question? My god so passive aggressive I love itt
Vigilante shit has my hair on end omggg. The beattt. I don’t dress up for women I don’t dress up for men I dress up for revenge. Any dude who does a girl dirty this year is just asking for it. She’s going to destroy you with these lyrics all over her ig stories
Bejewelled. One word shimmer ✨ iykyk. Bejewelled is if the bad bitch of reputation stopped giving a fuck. Major Anthem.
Labyrinth. If it rises fast it cant last😭 we’re back to soul crushing I see. Oh the eldritch horror from midnight rain is back on its cameo shit.
Karma. Fuck yea go straight for the jugular babe. Give us everything. Karma is a cat purring in my lap? Me and Karma vibe like that? Fuck YES QUEEN. Karma IS your boyfriend. Hell shes your handmaiden.
Sweet nothing. There’s something about songs Joe writes that really get me. Its just so cuteeee. I spy with my little tired eye🥹
Mastermind? Already? No? We cant be done???? This is a love song?? Wtf😂😂😂😂. Plot fucking twist.
Vigilante shit and Maroon have me on the ground for different reasons both good ones though. Ughhh I love this album so so muchhhh
Album as a whole completely defied my expectations. I was expecting a sad, crying in my bedroom vibe and its more of a manic in the bathroom of a club vibe like yk she’s going to go home and fall apart in the worst way but this is that moment when shes running on pure fumes and manic energy
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staybeautiful · 1 year
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okayyyyy bejewelled music video - think i found an Easter egg that no one else has considered.... She referenced Carol in “It’s nice to have a friend” with the line ‘lost my glove you gave me one, wanna hang out (yeah) sounds like fun’ which is essentially the beginning of the Carol plot.
These visuals remind me of the restaurant scene when they first hang out. Carol orders a ‘dry martini with an olive’ and her hair is pinned up and curled identically to Swift in this scene. She’s also inside a dry martini and pouring ?olive juice? all over herself.
(her nails are also red like carol’s)
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marysong-mp3 · 10 months
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Bejewelled in Houton, via lexlostfiles
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aworldofpattern · 4 months
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Taylor Russell wearing bespoke LOEWE at the 2023 British Fashion Awards.
LOEWE's creative director, Jonathan Anderson, was awarded Designer of the Year.
Styling Ryan Hastings.
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amy3435 · 1 year
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THIS.
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teawithswift · 1 year
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In the beginning of Bejewelled, they mention Exile a bunch of times. In Exile you’ve got “I think i’ve seen this film before and i didn’t like the ending” and “Now i’m leaving at the side door”. Taylor is recreating Cinderella but she doesn’t like the ending so she goes to change it by “Leaving at the side door”  
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edgeobeyond · 10 months
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In the mood for a bejewelled back thong? it’s giving Y2K vibes all over again. 
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cruelfvkingsummer · 1 year
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I don't think Taylor will ever understand the amount of happiness and confidence "Bejewelled" gives me while I'm singing BEST BELIEVE IM STILL BEJEWELLED WHEN I WALK IN THE ROOM I CAN STILL MAKE THE WHOLE PLACE SHIMMER
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wildfloweronwheels · 1 year
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It’s taken me a few days but I’ve finally emerged from the lavender haze to write about my favourite antihero @taylorswift and why ‘Midnights’ is possibly her most important album yet. 
(Would love if you could give this a read, share it and leave thoughts in my inbox please and thank you x)
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shade-ofbluee · 1 year
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Bejeweled 💎
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taylorhissed · 9 months
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One night he wakes, strange look on his face. Pauses then says, he lets me bejeweled
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db-gifs · 9 months
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DIRK BENEDICT as Gordon Bejewelled (1991)
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hiding-in-the-shadows · 11 months
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Bejewelled - Part Two
Me and @goronska had a really good time making a second part to this collab- hope you like it as much as us! :)
CW: fingore (dislocated finger), slap, dehumanisation, bbu, bruising, implied torture stuffs, lmk if I missed anything
“Flynn! What do you think you’re doing?” Faye muttered into the phone, careful to not let the boxgirl hear.
“So you’ve found it?” Flynn laughed on the other end, amused by his sister’s alarmed tone of voice.
Faye had to stop herself from rolling her eyes, “Yes, I found her.”
“And your problem is what, exactly?”
“Start by telling me what the fuck I'm supposed to do.”
He chuckled. “It's for you, you can do anything you want with it.”
“Flynn.”
“Okay okay. There should be some… stuff arriving later if it hasn't already. That should explain a lot, but as I said, you can pretty much do whatever. My mate’s yelling at me to get off the phone so like- I’m gonna go.”
“Flynn!” Faye repeated, but he’d already hung up.
Agat, meanwhile, sat in the room, waist-down wrapped in the blanket bestowed to her, obsessively going back to the days at the Facility, sleep-deprived and touch-starved for the past month, so that she would be too tired to fight when the transport began. Not that she had any will left to fight by that point. It was beaten, drugged and fucked from her as she became a pliant, obedient doll, delivered to this doorstep. Her thoughts obsessive on making herself useful enough for the new Mistress, so she would not hate her and send her back. So for now she stayed quiet, hushed as a mouse, waiting to be given directions, rules, expectations, anything to follow, honestly.
From where she stood in the doorway, Faye turned to once again face Agat, with a pinched smile. “How do you fancy…” she clicked her tongue in an attempt to think, “…washing the dishes?” If you’d asked her on another day, Faye couldn’t be arsed with washing the dishes, but she was desperate to see what Agat was willing to do.
“But of course, Mistress!” the girl immediately stood up and rushed past Faye to the sink in the background. She worked in silence, as meticulously as she could, drying the cups and plates afterwards. “You can also get a Domestic for that, Mistress!” Agat offered, as if upselling on a customer support line “Can you tell me where all of this goes, Ma’am? Or do you prefer to put it in the cupboards yourself?” Her facial expression bore some signs of relief, as if she got off easily and would gladly do it for the rest of her life. To be useful.
“It’s all quite messed up anyway, you can just shove the cups in the top cupboard and the plates along with the bowls in the bigger one down there. Don’t worry about it being neat.” Faye paused before deciding that this was definitely what she wanted to do. Oh god. She took a couple of steps closer to the boxie. “If I tell you to do something, you do it, no questions if I should have gotten a different type of pet.” Then she slapped her. Right across the cheek. It felt like one of those moments in movies that make you cringe so hard that you want to shove your whole fist in your mouth to bite down on. Agat didn’t deserve it but Faye really needed to see how she’d react.
Agat’s face turned to the side and a red flower bloomed across her white cheek. Her delicate smile faded into a blank expression.
‘She… took it well?’ That’s all that really matters. She couldn’t shake how Flynn had repeatedly referred to Agat as an ‘it’. He was right. The pet was technically something she owned- like an object. “Just let me have a look. If it’s bad I can get some ice.”
The boxie turned back to face her reluctantly, but didn’t dare to stare her in the eye, looking down at all times. Her face was not swollen, but it turned out she bruised easily, because the red mark was still visible on her cheek after a few minutes having already passed.
Faye cursed herself. She hurried to the freezer, pulling out a bag of peas, and then a kitchen towel. She pushed herself up onto the counter, patting the space next to her for Agat to sit. “Here.” She mumbled. As the figure joined her, Faye gently placed it against her cheek. It was too cold. She could tell from Agat’s expression.
‘Mistress cares for you the best she can, she told you that you are precious… you have to be grateful. The people in the Facility never cared for any bruising, they knew it would go away eventually…’ she thought, her jaw clenching with the frosty feeling.
“Are you so good to everyone you come across, Mistress?” she tried the best compliment she could muster with all that was happening. She was here to make the woman feel good. If she feels good, she will probably carry on caring for her. Agat even toyed with the idea of hurting herself on purpose to make her owner feel sorry for her, but quickly shook it off.
Faye's heart skipped a beat. No, she is not this good to everyone she meets. Not one bit. For a second she saw all of the people who begged her for her help, begged her to save them. “I- yes, well no, but it doesn't matter.” She steeled. “Just don't cross me. And don't cross my brother either, you'll find he's a lot worse than me.”
“A brother! He must be very proud of a beautiful and gentle sister like you, Mistress!” she managed to shine a smile.
“No.” was all she could muster. “He wants me rid of that.”
“Rid? And he bought me for you to accept you as you ar-” Agat covered her lips with both hands, eavesdropping was not a part of trained behavior. Just that… Faye was really loud on the phone with this Flynn and…
“What?” Faye whispered. “I never- wait. Hang on a minute, how’d you know he bought you?” she inhaled a deep breath. “Were you listening in?” At this point she wasn't even angry, just hurt. How dare she do that, and then assume she knows what's going on. The boxie wouldn't even be able to slightly comprehend what was happening between her and Flynn.
“I- I’m sorry, Mistress, I d-didn’t mean to… I jus-st…” her complexion went even whiter, the red handprint gaining in contrast.
“You just WHAT? You didn’t seem so shy earlier!”
“I just… I want to know you better to… to serve you better, Ma’am” She fumbled with the hem of her dress.
Faye slipped off the edge of the counter. Her eyes were glassy with tears. “What goes on between me and my brother is personal. He’s a lot scarier than me, and he’ll show it if things like this happen.” It was a threat. She was actually threatening this poor girl.
“I am sorry. This will never happen again.” she automatically slipped from the counter as well and kneeled in an apologetic position.
Oh god, Faye wanted to forgive her. But that’s not what Flynn would do. She’s seen what he would do. “Don’t be.” Faye grabbed the boxie’s left hand, wrenching her index finger separate and dislocating it at the joint.
Agat gave a short, startled shriek. Tears escaped this time, but she quickly bit her lip to compose herself as best as she could. ‘I deserve much worse’ she tried to convince herself. ‘Maybe Mistress will fix it immediately?.. Maybe it was just a reminder to keep her in place?’
Faye paled, her heart coming to a sharp halt. She’s got two options. Fix it, or leave it. The first seems far more appealing so why isn’t she doing it? She just stares at what she’s done with neither anger or regret. Just staring.
“Follow me” Faye finally blurted out, letting go of the injured hand as if it was something disgusting. Agat’s hopes buried, she obediently walked behind her mistress, cupping the painful joint with her right hand. “Not gonna show you the whole thing, but I bet you will get the picture.”
She took her to the basement, unlocking a few complicated mechanisms. Instead of turning on the light, Faye just used the flashlight in her phone. To Agat’s terror, the ray of light revealed one man chained to the wall, unconscious, and a few cages, but it was hard to tell if the contents were just piles of stuff or real… pets? From one of them a movement stirred against the light and some muffled cries could be heard.
“End of the tour, pet.” the boxie was pushed back out and the doors shut and locked tight. The newfound mistress voice had sinister undertones when she added “This is where those like you begin according to my brother. Don’t make me check if this is also where they end, Agat.”
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