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andichoseyou · 20 hours
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Eras Tour surprise songs parallels
November 19, 2023—Rio de Janeiro: Dancing with Our Hands Tied / Bigger Than the Whole Sky
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hope-ur-ok · 4 months
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they really loved this song tonight
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stillgotscars · 3 months
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dancing with our hands tied - taylor swift
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tayloralison · 1 year
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I had a bad feeling.
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kwyw · 3 months
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Exactly this!
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tswiftupdatess · 4 months
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Taylor Swift performs ''Dancing With Our Hands Tied'' on guitar as the FIRST surprise song at The Eras Tour tonight! 🎸
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kaylorlore · 7 months
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✨The Golden Muse
End Game -
“It’s like your eyes are
liquor, it’s like your
body is *gold*”
So It Goes… -
“*Gold* cage, hostage
to my feelings”
Dancing With Our Hands Tied -
“My love had been frozen
deep blue, but you
painted me *golden*”
Dress -
“Made your mark on me,
a *golden* tattoo”
Daylight -
“I once believed love
would be burning red
but its *golden*”
Invisible String -
“One single thread of
*gold* tied me to you”
Gold Rush -
“I don’t like
a *gold* rush”
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ellieslaces · 4 months
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DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED.
part I ; part II ; part III ; part IV
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featuring: prince!leon x princess!reader (royalty au)
synopsis: the Crown Prince, Leon, had never desired to marry, but obviously the decision was never up to him. his mind is slowly, and ultimately changed when he meets you, his betrothed
content warnings: harsh language; mentioned violence; strangers to lovers; mutual pining; little angst; misogynistic themes; eventual smut (more detail in later chapters)
notes: royalty au; Leon is an Italian Prince; user is British/English; some old English dialect; misogynistic themes bc this is based on old views of royal women’s only purpose to bare children; Leon’s family’s palace is based on Palazzo Ducale in Venice
word count: 2.83k
chloe talks: yeah ok, I caved. a royalty au has been on my mind for a little bit and while listening to Dancing With Our Hands Tied by Taylor Swift on the way to my endocrinologist appointment today, I had to write this. this is partially inspired by a bot on c.ai by wesker420 and another royalty au fic on here by @hispg so I don’t take full credit for the idea. but anyways, enjoy
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Leon had never desired to marry, he never believed a happy marriage was in the cards for him. Especially when his mother and father were the only example set for him all his life. He was content with a life of politics — council and war meetings, endless nights spent in local taverns, his bed warmed by women who didn’t mean anything to him. Until he met you.
You were a princess from the North, a born and bred English noblewoman. And you were terribly single and of marrying age. Your country and Leon’s country were in dire need of allies, so naturally you were introduced to each other as betroths.
Of course, this was far from an easy process for either one of you. Leon did not wish to marry at all, and you wished to marry for love, not convenience. This was a damning future for the both of you.
And it only became increasingly worse as your marriage date was pushed closer — a fortnight away now. Your family traveled to Leon’s castle, staying there for the next two weeks. Your family was set to leave the night of the wedding, leaving you completely alone with a man you were forced to spend the rest of your life with and his family.
This arrangement was far from ideal for you. You knew next to nothing of the Crown Prince. And he knew nothing of you either. It was an unfortunate affair — two young nobles who could have anyone or anything now tied down to each other by pressing expectations. It was truly a tragedy.
It became increasingly apparent to Leon that you were miserable in this arrangement the day you arrived a fortnight before the wedding ceremony. He and his family greeted your family in the throne room — much more lavish and beautiful than your own at home — and he could so clearly see how dismayed you were.
Hell, he couldn’t blame you. A young woman, beautiful and intelligent, brought up with the best opportunities available to her was now being sold off as a piece of property. All for peace among nations. Leon supposed he could complain, but he was a man. He wasn’t tied down by the duties of being a wife as you would be. He felt bad for you — even if some small part of him resented you for this sickening arrangement.
Soon enough, you were carted off to your chambers where you would reside until the night of the wedding ceremony. Your mother tried her best to console you, saying it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. It was futile though, you were set to be miserable. To be resentful of how your parents could sell you off to the highest bidder for a bit of political gain.
Though, the palace grounds were beautiful. High ceilings covered in extravagant artwork, glass windows, the grand canal right outside the Eastern side of the palace. There was much to explore in the two weeks you’d spend there — or the rest of your life.
You spent the first week of your stay exploring the castle. Looking at the array of artwork, the different rooms. You did this mostly alone, your mother would occasionally join when she was not required to sit through perilously long political meetings. When she was not able to join you, your handmaiden — and best companion — Maria, would walk with you.
Always a few paces behind to keep up appropriate appearances. Though, Maira more than often would end up walking beside you.
In fact, it was three days after your initial arrival that Leon saw you for the first time, alone. You had decided to take advantage of the pleasant Italian spring day and explore the West gardens. Maria was walking beside you grinning, hands folded in front of her as she informed you of the latest gossip among the grand palace’s servants.
That was also the first time Leon had ever heard you laugh. You had a gloved hand covering your mouth, the sudden sound of your lilting laughter causing him to immediately stand as you rounded a corner of the hedges.
Leon has simply come outside to study a leather bound book of political speeches his father had written, sitting on the bench to also enjoy the weather. At the sudden sight of the prince, Maria stopped in her tracks, eyes wide and bent at the waist in a bow.
Maria’s sudden prostrate position caused you to pause as well, dropping your hand and looking up at the prince — your betrothed.
You as well, curtsied, face ground-ward as your smile fell in an instant. “Your highness.”
Leon almost smiled then, at the sight of your sudden respect and change of attitude. He bowed his own head as you straightened, offering the same sign of respect. “Princess. I hope you are enjoying the grounds.”
“Yes, your highness, I am. Thank you.” You nodded, your eyes hesitant to look in his direction. It didn’t go amiss to Leon that your cheeks had been painted in a pink tint as well.
“Good,” he nodded, at a loss for what else to say. His eyes darted to Maria, your handmaiden who had righted herself and taken a few steps back. He nodded to her as well, offering a kind smile.
This was the first time you’d felt any form of warmth for the prince. His subtle kindness to your handmaiden, whom any other noble would dutifully ignore. It brought a small smile to your lips, eyes finally meeting his as he looked at you.
“What are you reading?” You questioned, eyes flicking to the leather bound book in Leon’s hands. An awkward attempt to be polite.
“Just some political notes my father wrote up for me to review. He has been pushing me to be more involved as of late, my future quickly approaching as he likes to say.” Leon’s head tilted to the side, motioning to the book.
To his surprise, your interest had seemed to pique. “Anything interesting?” You asked, voice soft yet filled with an element of excitement. A princess interested in politics was not something the prince had ever come across.
“Not particularly, just some civilian requests and meeting reviews.” He shrugged, seeming bored. However, you seemed anything but.
“I see.” You stepped forward a bit, seeming to be a bit hesitant but foraging on nonetheless. “I do hope I am not being forward, but, I wonder if you would mind informing me of anything you hear in the meetings.”
Leon frowned at this. “You are not invited to meetings?” He didn’t realize you may not have a place in the political side of royalty.
You shook your head, a small look of annoyance gracing over your gentle features. “No, my father says it isn’t a princess’ place. He believes I am far too delicate for such heavy matters.”
Leon could tell how much it annoyed you, despite the fact that you never explicitly said it did. He frowned, nodding to himself.
He looked back up at you — his lips pulled into a devastating smirk that nearly took your breath away. “Well, princess, you have my word. I will inform you of anything I hear from future meetings.”
You hadn’t expected him to actually agree. Most men would have said you were being silly and had no need to hear such trivial matters. It made that prior spark of warmth blossom into a small flame in your chest.
He was kind. Not just handsome — horribly so, which you and Maria agreed upon — but he had a good heart. No matter his seemingly rough exterior, you could see the prince meant well.
“Well, thank you, your highness. I deeply appreciate it.” You smiled, that pink tint on your cheeks ever present as the prince stepped forward to you.
“Of course, princess. If there is anything I can do to make your stay any more pleasant, please do let me know. We are going to be married, are we not?” He offered with a half smirk, bowing his head again.
“Thank you, your highness.” Your own lips pulled into a small smile as Leon gently gripped your gloved hand, pressing his lips to the back of it with a whisper of a kiss. He smiled again, dropping your hand and walking away, through the hedges of the gardens.
He was kind, you’d somewhat expected that, but you hadn’t expected him to be so romantic. At least, that’s how you would put it. You’d met your fair share of suitors, each appealing in their own way. But none had ever offered you the kindness or grace Leon had. It was dizzying.
And those dizzying thoughts plagued you always. The kindness in his eyes, his devastating smirk, his gentle voice — it all stayed in your mind. Never leaving you a moment to breathe. Maybe, he wasn’t so bad. It was entirely possible that you wouldn’t be miserable here. However, you decided to make that decision upon whether or not Leon kept his promise.
And to your surprise, he had. Two days later, you awoke in the late morning to a small stack of parchment on your nightstand. The top sheet displaying your name in what could only be Leon’s swirling handwriting.
You’d laid in bed for two hours that morning to read through the notes of every meeting for the past week that you’d been there, missing breakfast. It wasn’t in Leon’s hand script, but in a neater script. The official royal note taker, you assumed. But it was all so interesting.
Never had you been informed of any such political activity before, unless it was pressing or dangerous. It was a refreshing feeling to be informed. To know things like anyone else.
You’d read over the papers, soaking in each word until your eyes hurt. Until you committed each event listed and discussed to memory. In sudden realization of how kind the act truly was, you racked your brain for a way to thank Leon. It was possible he could be punished for this, you didn’t know exactly how confidential this information was.
It wasn’t until dinner the following night after you’d received the papers that you saw the prince again. You had been seated beside him for the first time — probably due to visiting political figures. It was quiet between the two of you, a bit awkward, because what were you supposed to say? The men were all conversing about the situation in the West, Leon looking bored and not caring much to weigh in. So you took your chance.
“I wanted to thank you for the notes.” You spoke up, quiet as only Leon could hear you as you pushed the food on your plate around.
The prince paused, his glass raised to his lips as he sipped the maroon wine. “I trust you enjoyed them?”
“Very much. Thank you, it means a lot to me you did that.” You looked at Leon as he set his wine glass down, offering him a smile to display how much you truly did appreciate the kindness.
“Of course, princess. I am just glad to offer you some solace here. Whether it be politics or roses.” He joked, blue eyes glimmering in the bright candlelit dining hall.
You set down your fork, sipping from your own glass before looking at him again. “I do hope I did not get you into any trouble.”
“No. And even if you did, it would be worth it. So long as you are happy here.” Again, the prince’s kindness was overwhelming. You smiled, cheeks tinged pink again.
“You flush a lot. Is this normal for you, or is it just me?” The prince questioned with a teasing lilt.
A small laugh fell from your lips, shaking your head. “I am afraid it is just you.” You nodded to him, head tilted to the side.
The prince offered you another smile, sipping from his glass before his father began to speak to him, in a way forcing him to engage in conversation. For the first time in your life, you could listen to a discussion of political issues and know what was happening. And it was all thanks to a kind prince.
You sat through the dinner, a small smile taking permanent residence on your pink lips. Eyes sparkling with quiet knowledge.
It was then Leon realized he liked your smile. And it was then you realized you could fall in love with Leon.
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wildfloweronwheels · 1 year
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There is a video I found from back when I was three, you’re setting up a paint set in the kitchen and talking to me. I’m five years old, it’s getting cold, I’ve got my big coat on.  She said I was seven and you were nine, I looked at you like the stars that shine in the sky like pretty lights. I hit my peak at seven. I��m thirteen now and don’t know how my friends could be so mean.  At fourteen there’s just so much you can’t do and you can’t wait to move out one day and call your own shots. Cause when you’re fifteen and somebody tells you they love you, you’re gonna believe them. Good thing my daddy made me get a boating licence when I was fifteen.  Well, I was sixteen when suddenly I wasn’t that little girl you used to see. I’m crazier for you then I was at sixteen, lost in a film scene. Secret jokes all alone, sixteen and wild. Seventeen and crazy, running wild, wild. It’s like I’m seventeen, no one understands. I’m only seventeen, I don’t know anything but I know I miss you. How can a person know everything at eighteen but nothing at twenty two? Don’t you think nineteen’s too young to be played by your dark twisted games when I loved you so?  And I damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil at nineteen. It’s supposed to be fun, turning twenty one. I don’t know about you but I’m feeling twenty two. She’s still twenty three inside her fantasy. Oh, twenty five years old, oh how were you to know? Thirty two and still growing up now, who you are is not what you did. She said, I’ll be eighty seven, you’ll be eighty nine, I’ll still look at you like the stars that shine in the sky.
Every time Taylor Swift references an age in a song
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burnthatbridge · 10 months
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i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us
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narrated4u · 11 months
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taylor swift inspired bios pt. II
pt. I here <3
change the credit line with this if you're gonna use them somewhere other than wattpad:
𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼:: 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝𝟒𝐮 𝗼𝗻 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳
you can customize them, don't repost!!
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SO IT GOES
𓏲࣪ 🪽𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒: ( mbti. ennea. zodiac. )
scratches down your back now...
꒰ ︎🎡 ⁎˚ ︎︎𝅄 ׁ ˳ @/username ˚Ꮺ ⋆
𝗯𝗶𝗼 𝗯𝘆;; @d-diamandis ·• 🎠
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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL
🪷 ─── ❛ 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞:: 𝗉𝗋𝗇𝗇𝗌. 𝗆𝖻𝗍𝗂.
✧ ׅ ࣪. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝗂𝗍 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀
𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡. 🫀
𝗯𝗶𝗼 𝗯𝘆;; @d-diamandis ·• 🎠
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DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED
╭────Ꮺ. 🪧 picture of your face
in invisible locket @/username ˳໑
𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲. 𝗉𝗋𝗇𝗇𝗌. 𝗆𝖻𝗍𝗂. 𝗓𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖺𝖼. ────╯
𝗯𝗶𝗼 𝗯𝘆;; @d-diamandis ·• 🎠
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ALL OF THE GIRLS YOU LOVED BEFORE
𖢺. ˚˖࣪ ❛ 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 🛍️
𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝟏𝟔 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙 ֺ ָ ֙໑
🪧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞:: 𝗉𝗋𝗇𝗇𝗌. 𝗆𝖻𝗍𝗂. 𝗓𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖺𝖼.
𝗯𝗶𝗼 𝗯𝘆;; @d-diamandis ·• 🎠
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ENCHANTED
𝓝𝑎𝑚𝑒 𖧧. 𝘱𝘳𝘯𝘯𝘴. 𝙢𝙗𝙩𝙞. 𝘻𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘤.🫧 ࣪.𓄹
🪩 @/username┊𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗌 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌
𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎... ꒰ ♡:.˳⁺🪽 ꒱
𝗯𝗶𝗼 𝗯𝘆;; @d-diamandis ·• 🎠
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BEJEWELED
𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲;; ꒰ 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾
𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝑠𝑘𝑦. 🌙
🥂 𝗉𝗋𝗇𝗇𝗌. 𝗺𝗯𝘁𝗶. 𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖺. 𝘇𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗰. ⋆ ࣪︎︎𝅄·
𝗯𝗶𝗼 𝗯𝘆;; @d-diamandis ·• 🎠
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andichoseyou · 3 months
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delicate / dancing with our hands tied / snow on the beach
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pinkorchidsinspring · 6 months
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Dancing with Our Hands Tied
(Kaylor’s Version)
I, I loved you in secret
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First sight, yeah, we love without reason
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Oh, 25 years old, Oh, how were you to know and, My, my love had been frozen
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Deep blue, but you painted me golden
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Oh, and you held me close, Oh, how was I to know what, I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets
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Picture of your face in an invisible locket
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You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it 😉
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I had a bad feeling, And darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis
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ohgaylor · 8 months
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Love Story // Dancing with Our Hands Tied // I Can See You // ivy // Wonderland // I Know Places // Ours (all lyric connections)
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dearabsolutelynoone · 2 years
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“…I'd kiss you as the lights went out, swaying as the room burned down, I'd hold you as the water rushes in…” (dancing with our hands tied, taylor swift)
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Taylor Swift- Dancing With Our Hands Tied
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