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clumsyclifford · 2 years

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okay here we go. after several listens of 5sos5 i have finally processed it more or less like a normal person. here are my track-by-track thoughts. i tried to be coherent but no promises.

COMPLETE MESS: complete mess continues to fuck. michael’s bridge continues to fuck. i actually forgive them for the boring move of repeating verse 1 as the bridge simply because hearing michael sing it is a life-changing experience. i loooove how the instrumentation of the chorus changes every time. and holy hell, that moment right after the bridge of everyone just going OHHHH YOU MAKE ME COMPLETE is poetic on so many levels and just EAR CANDY to listen to.

Easy For You To Say: i am really really loving this song. it’s the first non-single song we hear from the album and god luke’s voice just sounds so incredible. i love the staircase of the prechorus and the rhythm of those lyrics and then the way the chorus just goes up and floats. so good. “between all the gasping i finally breathe” knocked me out when i heard it the first time. i do think the verses are missing an even higher harmony line but that’s just me. and oh my god the acoustic guitar in the last prechorus i love it so so so much i love it.

Bad Omens: delicious i would drink this song. everything happening here is so tasty. the melody is so good it builds in such a perfect way the BRIDGE man 5sos have really dropped the ball on good bridges but this song has a GOOD one. and the “heaven knows i should let go it’s nothing that i don’t already know” is the PERFECT post-chorus moment. nothing bad to say about this song

Me Myself & I: look, i might get tired of this song once i fully face the reality that it’s just the same lyrics repeated over and over, but right now i am in me myself & i world. this song FUCKS. i actually love the “myself and i la la lie la la lie la lie lie” bit it’s so fun to sing. luke’s voice sounds great in this and every melody line is so tasty theyre just so satisfying i got no problems here. the sweet sweet belt of “bullshit i feed myself/i did not need your help”. the way it goes up in the last chorus with “and that’s what makes me wanna die” is PERFECT it’s that melody change i’m waiting for and they DELIVER.

Take My Hand: i actually love this song but i don’t like the extra minute at the end in the joshua tree version. so let’s ignore that version for now. i love take my hand it’s so beautiful the lyrics are some of their absolute best on this album and the bridge is so good. another rare moment of 5sos remembering how much a good bridge can add to a song. the way the melody goes up and just soars in the chorus feels sooooo good. “how can you live and let die, young man?” !!! “i forgot every birthday” !!!!!!!!!!! these lyrics really get me.

CAROUSEL: im going to say something weird here. the verses of this song sound like an imagine dragons x taylor swift collab. like if imagine dragons did a song on 1989. this is like thunder x out of the woods. obviously it gets points for the driving mentions. i LIKE the song a lot, but the fact that the delivery of the verses is so imagine dragons-esque kind of turns me off it. this song was on my first-listen top 5 but wouldn’t be on my top 5 now, if that says anything.

Older: i keep skipping this song which may be unfair of me but the way they explained that it was supposed to sound kind of 50s set up my expectations in a way and then i felt like they didn’t really deliver there. also i have not stopped thinking about what hazel said about how they really underutilized the sierra feature because it’s so true. she could have sung a harmony. it would have been so tasty. like don’t get me wrong, by itself this song is very pretty, but i have to divorce it from what it was Supposed to be and what it Could Have Been, which is difficult. points for a sweet love song sung by luke and sierra, though.

HAZE: i put on the soup! i put on the tie! i heard soup on first listen and i cannot unhear it. it slightly bothers me that they never say the song title in the actual song. i don’t have beef with this song but it does not change my neurochemistry like many of the other songs do. it’s an okay song. it’s nothing to write home about. i like how calum’s voice sings “it’s a hell of a ride”.

You Don’t Go To Parties: i’m in fucking love with this song. i’m so into the concept. my one thing is that the entire song feels like it’s waiting for someone to just belt some shit out and no one ever does. the song doesn’t have any rising moments. it needs to go UP. does this make sense? i don’t know! but it does to me. “took my foot up off the break, it’s not an accident” is a great line. the second verse goes tf off. i like how ashton’s verse feels like the precursor to HUFWULF.

BLENDER: BASS BASS BASS BASS i am so fucking weak for this bassline and then the SLAMMING prechorus and then this totally EPIC staccato rapid fire chorus god i love this song. all the pieces of it just come together in such a perfect way. it builds SO WELL but somehow still manages to get that same like…….punch-and-pull-back effect in the second prechorus to chorus by CUTTING the instruments at the start of the second chorus. on every level this song is fucking genius. i’m gonna say it okay? it’s like babylon but better. babylon elite.

Caramel: i’m actually trying to like this one more, because at this moment it’s closer to mid-tier for me. feldy produced, which is making me want to like it a lot, but i dunno man, it’s not doing it. it’s throwing me that the riff at the end of every other verse line is the same as the riff on “just fiiiine” in ghost of you. i also join the ranks of people who do not understand why this song is called caramel, and ESPECIALLY not why it is mentioned in the lyrics at the moment it is. like overall the word caramel does not really fit into this song equation at all and it’s taking points off the song. i like it as a tune but i keep listening hoping to like it more and it just isn’t happening. “love like a landslide” is a cool line. that hot bass moment at the very end is hot. the acoustic guitar bit right after it is completely out of place but intriguing.

Best Friends: fav fav fav fav fav fav fav fav real tears hitting the ground with this song i want to put myself in a pepper grinder this song makes me feel some kinda way to absolutely no one’s surprise the entire chorus i would like to wear it like a hoodie or a bathrobe also the fact that it’s a BANGER???? it’s actually a straight bop but it’s about how fuckign GREAT friendship is?? also michael’s verse??? his voice is the right one for this. i have nothing coherent left to say this song takes me right out. the fucking echo of “i got the best friends in this place” being the LAST thing you hear from the song. DUDE.

Bleach: i am currently fairly neutral on this song, but it wouldn't surprise me if i had a big bleach phase later in my life where i fall in love with this song because it just feels like the kind of song i would become obsessed with, though i can’t explain that. i’m very into the “bleach in my hair every saturday” line (specificity slaps, we know this). michael singing the second prechorus feels right. still struggling to follow the plot of the song but as far as i’m understanding it i actually really like the concept, so that’s promising. i do not like the final “draaaain” that happens right at the end. that adds basically nothing to the song.

Red Line: on first listen i zoned out. on second listen i was reading the lyrics and realized they made absolutely no sense but they intrigued me to no end. on third listen i did not read the lyrics and just Listened to the song and decided that while i don’t understand it i still really like it. i love train songs!! and i do love the rhythm and the tune of the “how many times did we run from each other?” whole bit. none of these lyrics really make sense to me but “the actor says he hates himself” is fascinating.

Moodswings: the michael & luke octaves is an interesting choice (their voices don’t blend super well) but having michael come in on that upper octave actually adds a LOT to this song from the outset. it makes it interesting. plus the duet-esque thing works here because for the rest of the song luke and michael are kinda doing a call and response thing (like “i don’t even know myself” “knowww myyyseeeelf”) and that sounds super good. obsessed whenever they drop the f bomb. and i think that having the ending be on the lower octave is a strong choice, especially with the lyrical switch from “i just wanna fucking push you away” to “it kills me when i try to push you away”. musical genius.

Flatline: thinking about hazel saying this could be a jonas brothers song. she was right. BUT. to be fair, i like every jonas brothers song ive heard. and i really like this one honestly. LOVE the second verse which has bitchin lyrics about how it’s hard to change but he says i love you without hesitating AND also has a groovy beat. i don’t love when whole sections of songs are sung entirely in falsetto but it doesn’t bother me as much as i would expect it to with this song. the prechorus lyrics are kinda generic but i like the run like hell part.

Emotions: the closest to a pop punk song we get on this album but for a pop punk song it’s not very pop or punk. considering michael wrote on it, produced it, and sings the whole thing, i’m going to say he’s the main guy responsible for this song existing, and i’m mad that he could have leaned in 150% and instead only leaned in 50%. this song needs electric guitars. also the lyrics are just not that creative they’re vague and nonspecific. generic. anyone could have written these lyrics. genuinely he could have gone so hard here and instead he wimped out. great tune by itself but in the context of all this i am disappointed

Bloodhound: this is like wildflower x teeth. the bass is YUMMY though. the chorus is super catchy and i’m into that. specifically the “he sunk his teeth into the bone” part is so sonically delicious, and then “he took an L and he won’t go home” kinda makes me laugh but it doesn’t feel gimmicky like slang in music sometimes does so i actually really like it. “i can’t let it go” sounds just like another song but i am drawing a blank on which one.

TEARS!: still trying to reconcile myself with this song. by itself it’s a straight banger. however. i cannot move past the title. why did they call it that? it’s too on the nose it’s tacky it’s gimmicky and i HATE the exclamation mark. it ruins the effect of the whole song and makes it seem jokey when it’s actually a legit good song about a real feeling. having said that, banger of a song. love a calum/ashton moment. it’s a really fascinating song sonically it goes a lot of different places it hits hard and i love the end of the bridge “i swear to god no one is feeling what i’m feeling” that’s a strong line but man the title i just cannot get over it. oh and: why is it the last song?? it doesn’t feel like an album closer at ALL. very weird choice.

#5sos5 #get fuckin ready for some nonsense besties!#i am in love with bad omens #i think i need a new top 5 now that ive actually processed all the songs #stuff

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andrewlovely · 1 year

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in the Rain

When I saw you for the first time, I knew we were to meet before We meet in every iteration To signal the coming end of time We laugh and play knowingly On our mischief the entire creation rests Precariously balanced on a spinning top of our ritual If you could call it that Of course, we would never call it that

Exchanging knowing glances when the learned men speak They aren't aware of our little joke And they do take it so oh very seriously Lopsided grins on the brink of cracking But we must not break character No, really, let's gather ourselves now If they realize it's a joke, They'll stop making those scrunchy faces they make And then where will our fun be? OK, let's be serious now...

When I saw you for the first time, I remembered the future making ripples into the shadow of our past And our shadow led us as a few steps ahead Uprooting the ground before us And scattering the stars like diamonds in the rust Kicking up weeds and nebulous gases Heaven and Earth mixed together indiscriminately

Every body remembering its only shared future And hurling itself inevitably towards a new beginning

When I saw you for the last time, That was the first time I saw you Walking away in blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Strutting powerful and beautiful Delicate and barefoot

A new boy by your side Which you presented as one final warning A proud and menacing display Barely containing its own contempt Then laughing it all off with ease Casting it off as easily as you draped your spring jacket over my chair. Saying my name you could not contain the chuckle of dispensing with me mercifully and on a whim. Just because you happened to feel that way on that particular day. Dispensing mercy on your pitiful subject as your new prince stood idly and awkwardly by your side. He was anointed by a single drop of high-fructose corn syrup, red dye #572 and dressed up for the occasion - that is to say, in the bland, non-descript way young men dress to appear more respectable, responsible, dependable, to signal their psychosocial emotional growth but also their laid-back casual nature - signified by the rolled up sleeves of their dress shirt and their semi-ill-fitting but freshly ironed black Levi's. His black Steve Maddens may might as well have had golden bells attached to them - he was as oblivious as he was square. He bought two tickets to Les Miserables so he'd appear more well-read and he has an acoustic Martin guitar hanging on the wall in his apartment (not a Taylor because that would be too basic). He plays open mics sometimes because he's cultured and has feelings. You forgive his shaky voice and terrible lyrics because his guitar playing is at least adequate enough to sing along to and in any case the real thing is too intense and complicated and it exasperates you, makes you question yourself and solidify yourself over and over again. Your true twin would destroy you and so you search out approximations and fill in the gaps with whatever's missing.

You left me with one final piece of advice meant to mock me, but I found it useful.

The last time I saw you was the first time I saw you.

I followed your ghost back to the place where we first met and to the streets where we walked alone. I stood there outside in the rain and looked through the storefront window. I could not touch the rain or hear the approaching footsteps. But I saw him there spacing out behind the counter. That little rascal poet eternally disguised as cashier, or shopkeeper, or night watchman. He seemed to be staring right at me at first, but quickly I realized he was looking beyond me somewhere - perhaps to some song, or... more likely thinking about what he was going to have for lunch later.

I saw myself in a fixed, but primordial and formless state. I remembered how lonely he was.

I could not touch the glass, or hear the welcome bell chime. When you walked through the door, it was the last time I saw you. I could not speak so I left only whispers.

- Lovely

#poetry #my poetry #original writing #original poetry #andrew eugene lovely #andrew lovely #poem #my poem

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taylor-swift-song-analysis · 2 years

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Hey there!

I'm Della :)

I've been a Taylor Swift fan since 2009 when I was 11. My mother bought me the fearless CD and so started my journey of not only loving Taylor, but also music. You see it was my very very very first CD I ever had. I memorised the songs and sang them on repeat, much to everyone's annoyance. But soon I found to love singing and I was put in voice lessons. I also learned to play guitar not long after, because I wanted to be able to play like Taylor does.

I was a fan all these years, but really only joined myself under the "swiftie" name more recently.

Anyway, enough about me, I just wanted to give my credentials ;)

For anyone wondering, this blog will be about what the name suggests - Taylor Swift song analyses.

I decided to start this blog for a few reasons.

1. I adore Taylor's music and to do deep dives in each meaning, the metaphors, the music, the lyrics... I want it documented outside of my brain.

2. I loved English as a subject on school and my favourite part was always literary analysis of poems, books, and songs. (Refer to point 1)

3. I have a friend who, like me, loves finding the meaning and stories hidden in songs, music, poems, etc. She likes Taylor's music, but became intrigued when I started explaining the song meanings as they came up. She proceeded to say I must give her a full-blown Taylor Swift song analysis crash course. I find this blog will make it easy to track where I'm at and so forth.

4. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I haven't seen a similar blog or page that discusses her music, more specifically her lyrics, in depth. Apart from a few tiktok videos and reddit posts, I struggle to truly find good line-by-line analyses of her songs.

Okay so just a general note:

1. All the songs and lyrics that I dissect will be mostly based on my own thoughts, reddit posts I found, and tiktok videos that helped my case along. I will credit all my sources.

2. If you disagree or don't like what I have to say, either tell me politely, or scroll away please. I am also a human with feelings.

3. On the other hand, if you want to politely debate, add or discuss further details about anything I post... PLEASE DO! I would love to have interactions.

4. The posts might possibly not be in any specific album, release date, or whatever order. I want to try and keep it organised, but forgive me if it's chaotic.

That's it I guess.

I will speak to you soon. Working on my first posts as you read :)

#taylor swift #swifties #taylornation #taylorswift #lyrics #analysis #music

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blood-sucking-freaks · 3 years

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'When's the last time you showered you fucking grease rat'

[nu metal/industrial rock, best if shuffled]

Last Resort by Papa Roach

Coming Undone by Korn

Falling Away from by Korn

Wait And Bleed by Slipknot

Spit It Out by Slipknot

Surfacing by Slipknot

Freak On A Leash by Korn

Before I Forget by Slipknot

Vermillion by Slipknot

Blind by Korn

Disasterpiece by Slipknot

Opium Of The People by Slipknot

Pulse Of The Maggots by Slipknot

Duality by Slipknot

Twisted Transistor by Korn

Got The Life by Korn

Another Brick In The Wall Pt. 1,2,3 by Korn

Y’all Want A Single by Korn

Here To Stay by Korn

Thoughtless by Korn

Trash by Korn

It’s On! by Korn

All In The Family by Korn

Right Now by Korn

Eyeless by Slipknot

(sic) by Slipknot

Diluted by Slipknot

People = Shit by Slipknot

No Life by Slipknot

The Virus Of Life by Slipknot

Word Up! by Korn

The Blister Exists by Slipknot

Left Behind by Slipknot

The Heretic Anthem by Slipknot

A.D.I.D.A.S. by Korn

Getting Away With Murder by Papa Roach

Brackish by Kittie

Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit

Mr. Jack by System Of A Down

Whatever by Godsmack

Alone I Break by Korn

Everything Ends by Slipknot

Voodoo by Godsmack

Charlotte by Kittie

Spit by Kittie

What I Always Wanted by Kittie

Bad Religion by Godsmack

Do You Think I’m A Whore? by Kittie

Moon Baby by Godsmack

Awake by Godsmack

Welcome by Slipknot

Keep Away by Godsmack

Dead Bodies Everywhere by Korn

Raven by Kittie

Broken Home by Papa Roach

Trippin’ by Kittie

The Nameless by Slipknot

Get Off (You Can Eat A Dick) by Kittie

Paperdoll by Kittie

Liberate by Slipknot

Suck by Kittie

Choke by Kittie

Pretty by Korn

Prosthetic by Slipknot

Me inside by Slipknot

My Plague by Slipknot

Only One by Slipknot

Custer by Slipknot

Three Nil by Slipknot\

A Different World by Korn feat. Corey Taylor

Chop Suey! by System of A Down

Prelude 3.0 by Slipknot

Sinner by Drowning Pool

B.B.K. by Korn

No Way by Korn

Seed by Korn

Beg For Me by Korn

In The End by Linkin Park

Reclaim My Place by Korn

Justin by Korn

My Own Worst Summer (Shove It) by Deftones

Counting by Korn

My Gift To You by Korn

Children of the Korn by Korn

Shoots And Ladders by Korn

Scissors by Slipknot

Killing In The Name by Rage Against The Machine

Did My Time by Korn

I Am Hated by Slipknot

Control by Puddle Of Mudd

Don’t Stay by Linkin Park

Somebody Someone by Korn

Psycho by Puddle Of Mudd

Let’s Get This Party Started by Korn

One Step Closer by Linkin Park

Hey daddy by Korn

Faint by Linkin Park

Make Me Bad by Korn

Points Of Authority by Linkin Park

Qwerty by Mushroomhead

Purity by Slipknot

Pushing Me Away by Linkin Park

Crawling by Linkin Park

Papercut by Linkin Park

Now Or Never by Godsmack

Eeyore by Slipknot

The Shape by Slipknot

Tattered & Torn by Slipknot

Death Blooms by Mudvayne

New Abortion by Slipknot

Figure.09 by Linkin Park

Metabolic by Slipknot

Dig by Mudvayne

Skin Ticket by Slipknot

Wake Up by Korn

Gently by Slipknot

Dirty by Korn

Greed by Godsmack

Drift And Die by Puddle Of Mudd

Sick Of Life by Godsmack

Forget To Remember by Mudvayne

Immune by Godsmack

Stupify by Disturbed

Blurry by Puddle Of Mudd

Tear Away by Drowning Pool

Wish You Could Be Me by Korn

All Over Me by Drowning Pool

Happy? by Mudvayne

Droppin’ Plates by Disturbed

With You by Linkin Park

Voices by Disturbed

The Game by Disturbed

Bored by Deftones

Forgive Me by Godsmack

A Place For My Head by Linkin Park

Machinehead by Bush

Sober by TOOL

Goin’ Down by Godsmack

Hole In The Earth by Deftones

Reload by Rob Zombie

Clown by Korn

Faget by Korn

Shout 2000 by Disturbed

Stress by Godsmack

Between Angels And Insects by Papa Roach

Forgotten by Linkin Park

Good God by Korn

Liar by Korn

Ball Tongue by Korn

Around The Fur by Deftones

Evolution by Korn

Pain by Kittie

Oracle by Kittie

Hollow Life by Korn

Reminded by Drowning Pool

Sermon by Drowning Pool

Fake by Korn

I Am by Drowning Pool

Mask - Demo by Drowning Pool

Push It by Static-X

Told You So by Drowning Pool

Runaway by Linkin Park

Lying From You by Linkin Park

Care Not - Demo by Drowning Pool

From The Inside by Linkin Park

Mute by Drowning Pool

Hit The floor by Linkin Park

Follow by Drowning Pool

No One’s There by Korn

Determined by Mudvayne

Helmet In The Bush by Korn

Darkness by Rage Against The Machine

Remedy by Seether

Dead Souls by Nine Inch Nails

Bled For Days by Static-X

Needles by System Of A Down

Just by Mudvayne

Bulls On Parade by Rage Against The Machine

Predictable by Korn

Infest by Papa Roach

Dead Cell by Papa Roach

Blood Brothers by Papa Roach

Rachael by She Wants Revenge

Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge

Change (In The House Of Flies) by Deftones

Wake Up Hate by Korn

Mr. Self Destruct by Nine Inch Nails

Heresy by Nine Inch Nails

March Of The Pigs by Nine Inch Nails

Closer by Nine Inch Nails

I Do Not Want This by Nine Inch Nails

She Will Always Be A Broken Girl by She Wants Revenge

Loco by Coal Chamber

Bradley by Coal Chamber

Oddity by Coal Chamber

Unspoiled by Coal Chamber

Big Truck by Coal Chamber

Sway by Coal Chamber

First by Coal Chamber

I by Coal Chamber

Clock by Coal Chamber

My Frustration by Coal Chamber

Dreamtime by Coal Chamber

Tragedy by Coal Chamber

El Cu Cuy by Coal Chamber

Untrue by Coal Chamber

Tyler’s Song by Coal Chamber

What’s In Your Mind by Coal Chamber

Not Living by Coal Chamber

Burgundy by Coal Chamber

Entwined by Coal Chamber

My Mercy by Coal Chamber

No Home by Coal Chamber

Shari Vegas by Coal Chamber

Notion by Coal Chamber

Anything But You by Coal Chamber

Fiend by Coal Chamber

Denial by Sevendust

Let The Music Do The Talking by P.O.D.

Who Is Right? By P.O.D.

Before I Die by Mushroomhead

Xeroxed by Mushroomhead

Exploiting Your Weakness by Mushroomhead

Born Of Desire by Mushroomhead

Solitaire Unraveling by Mushroomhead

Never Let It Go by Mushroomhead

Chancre Sore by Mushroomhead

Too Much Nothing by Musroomhead

Episode 29 by Mushroomhead

Kill Tomorrow by Mushroomhead

The Dream Is Over by Mushroomhead

Our Apologies by Mushroomhead

Devils Be Damned by Mushroomhead

This Cold Reign by Mushroomhead

Suffocate by Staind

Crawl by Staind

Spleen - Without Hidden Track by Staind

Freaking Out by Adema

The Way You Like It by Adema

Do What You Want To by Adema

Pain Inside by Adema

Speculum by Adema

Drowning by Adema

Immortal by Adema

Shattered by Adema

Co-Dependent by Adema

Rip The Heart Out Of Me by Adema

Stand Up by Adema

Unstable by Adema

Needles by Adema

Going Under by Evanescence

Bring Me To Life by Evanescence

Haunted by Evanescence

Taking Over Me by Evanescence

My Last Breath by Evanescence

Whisper by Evanescence

Toxic by Crazy Town

Think Fast by Crazy Town

Darkside by Crazy Town

Hollywood Babylon by Crazy Town

Face The Music by Crazy Town

Lollipop Porn by Crazy Town

B-Boy 2000 by crazy Town

Decorated by Crazy Town

Drowning by Crazy Town

Lovesong by Snake River Conspiracy

More Than Love by Snake River Conspiracy

Strangled by Snake River Conspiracy

Oh Well by Snake River Conspiracy

Intake by Spineshank

Stovebolt by Spineshank

Where We Fall by Spineshank

Detached by Spineshank

Slipper by Spineshank

40 below by Spineshank

Strictly Diesel by Spineshank

*28 by Spineshank

While My Guitar Gently Weeps by Spineshank

If It Breathes by Spineshank

Mend by Spineshank

Stain by Spineshank

Asthmatic - Edit by Spineshank

The Height Of Callousness by Spineshank

Synthetic by Spineshank

New Disease by Spineshank

(Can’t Be) Fixed by Spineshank

Play God by Spineshank

Malnutrition by Spineshank

Seamless by Spineshank

Negative Space by Spineshank

Transparent by Spineshank

Perfect Ending by Spineshank

Full Circle by Spineshank

Violent Mood Swings by Spineshank

Slavery by Spineshank

Consumed (Obsessive Compulsive) by Spineshank

Beginning Of The End by Spineshank

Forgotten by Spineshank

Tear Me Down by Spineshank

Falls Apart by Spineshank

Fallback by Spineshank

Dead To Me by Spineshank

I’m With Stupid by Static-X

Love Dump by Static-X

I Am by Static-X

Otsegolation by Static-X

Beg by Saliva

Superstar by Saliva

Musta Been Wrong by Saliva

Click Click Boom by Saliva

Mindtrip by Nonpoint

Victim by Nonpoint

Misled by Nonpoint

Double Stakked by Nonpoint

Orgullo by Nonpoint

Tribute by Nonpoint

Development by Nonpoint

Loose by Primer 55

Supa Freak Love by Primer 55

G’s by Primer 55

Pigs by Primer 55

Stain by Primer 55

Set It Off by Primer 55

Introduction To Mayhem by Primer 55

The Big F*** You by Primer 55

Violence by Primer 55

Tripinthehead by Primer 55

A Violent Reaction by American Head Charge

Snot by Snot

Joy Ride by Snot

Deadfall by Snot

I Jus’ Lie by Snot

Unplugged by Snot

Starlit Eyes by Snot feat. Serj

Take It Back by Snot feat. Jonathan

Requiem by Snot feat. Corey

Defaced by Nothingface

Perfect Person by Nothingface

Pacifier by Nothingface

Blood Pigs by Otep

T.R.I.C. by Otep

Battle Ready by Otep

Fillthee by Otep

Buried Alive by Otep

Hooks And Splinters by Otep

Crooked Spoons by Otep

Confrontation by Otep

Noose & Nail by Otep

Supernova Goes Pop by Powerman 5000

Tonight The Stars Revolt! by Powerman 5000

Automatic by Powerman 5000

Neckbone by Powerman 5000

Bombshell by Powerman 5000

South Texas Deathride by The Union Underground

One Step (Chop Shop Mix AKA Scott Humphrey Mix) by Coal Chamber

No Sleep by Primer 55

Pig by Coal Chamber

Dirthouse by Static-X

Skinnyman by Static-X

The Only by Static-X

Snap - Demo by Slipknot

Sleeping Awake by P.O.D.

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sofwrites · 3 years

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He laughed, she shrieked; She yearned, he loved

Polin Week Day 2: Polin Songs

Type: Songfic that goes through Colin and Penelope's POVs from their first meeting to the end of RMB

Length: 4.7k

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“But something happened, I heard him laughing

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent” - London Boy, Taylor Swift

Penelope Featherington’s life split into a new half on the sixth day of the fourth month of the year 1812.

It began like any other day when rare sunshine followed a week of springtime rain- the Featherington had been enjoying a walk in the park, and the matriarch had become too preoccupied to notice the exact whereabouts of her third daughter.

Which was why when Penelope felt the rumbling underneath her feet and heard the nearby stampeding, she had no trouble walking off to inspect for its source.

Was it possible that there were bandits in Hyde Park, she wondered. That scouring marauders had come to their little corner of the world?

Though equally horrifying, the idea filled young Penelope with giddy excitement as she ducked behind a large tree.

But when she peeked around the trunk, there were no bandits, no marauders, no ravagers, scoundrels, or miscreants.

No, there was none of that. Instead, there were two young men galloping on horses.

Until there was only one.

It seemed that the breeze had picked up and along with it, the girl’s bonnet (she’d secretly unsecured it while her mother wasn’t watching- a habit she would very soon retire). And before she realized what had happened, one of the gentlemen had fallen directly into a patch of mud.

And as Penelope watched, her heart leaped, then dropped, and then froze in her chest- because it was her fault that he had fallen in. And with wide, terrified eyes, she rushed forward to help.

“OhmyHeavens! Are you alright? Do you need me to get someone for you?” She was speaking far too quickly, she was sure of that, and her voice was definitely quite a few octaves too high for ordinary human communication. But she didn’t care about any of it in the current moment.

Though he was certainly awake, the man didn’t reply immediately, and Penelope felt her panic grow as her hands began to shake. There was no doubt that this stranger would grant her with anything less than contempt. And as he rose, she prepared herself, promising that she would not cry even if he roared the greatest criticism.

But she need not have worried herself - for Penelope had met a man who was exceptional to all the rest. One who would make sure that no other man could ever compare.

All her perfect gentleman did was laugh, and it was the loveliest sound that she had ever heard. And then he looked at her, and his eyes, the most vivid shade of green she had ever bore witness to, were filled with nothing but good humor.

And then he smiled at her. And nothing would ever be the same for Penelope Featherington, for she had fallen in love.

“Be young, be foolish, but be happy

Don’t let the rain get you down, it’s a waste of time” - Be Young, Be Foolish, Be Happy, The Tams

It all happened in a blur really. One minute, Colin was riding horseback alongside a friend, enjoying a cheerful sunny afternoon.

And the next, some flying object attacked him and caused him to tumble over and land squarely into a puddle of mud.

Then there was shrieking. Some high-pitched, panicky shrieking that quickly became more painful than the tender spot on his bum.

Pulling away his assailant (which appeared to be a bonnet), Colin was met with a girl whose expression matched the hysteria of her voice. She looked young- a bit less than him- likely around Eloise or Francesca’s age. And she looked…

Well, frankly, she looked bloody terrified.

Terrified. Terrified that he was going to scream or curse or do something even more unpleasant to her.

But even if it was her bonnet that was to blame, it hardly mattered. She couldn’t have possibly planned for her headwear to get whisked off of her head and directly onto his face. And judging by the giant brown eyes and quivering lip turned towards him, she surely felt guilty about it now.

And besides that, the whole situation was rather funny. Even if he was covered in mud, Colin Bridgerton always appreciated an amusing turn of events. There was no use fretting over such little things, not when one could find the humor in it.

So, he did the one thing he knew how to do: he laughed, just in the way his father used to do. His father, who told him that laughter could solve most anything. Colin had found that although it might not have solved everything, it was quite a useful little trick.

But he was proven correct that day when the girl’s horrified expression melted into one of pure relief.

Until she began hurriedly apologizing to him, and her widened eyes went from concerning to amusing. So amusing, in fact, that he smiled at her.

And Colin Bridgerton had no idea what he’d just done.

“I wonder if he knows he’s all I think about at night

He’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar” - Teardrops On My Guitar, Taylor Swift

If what Penelope felt when she first met Colin was love, then the year following had to embody some form of deep, deep admiration. He was more than just a fine sport and a good first impression- he was simply the nicest man she had ever met. And he grew lovelier with each passing meeting.

He looked at her and smiled, he spoke to her and listened - he was simply kind to her in a way that few people ever were. And her heart fluttered every time she gazed into those dazzling green eyes.

It made her first season, just a little over a year after their ill-fated meeting, rather unbearable. Not only had Penelope’s mother pushed her into coming out in society earlier than she would have liked, but everything seemed to be wrong. In an unfortunate circumstance, she hadn’t yet entered the realm of womanhood, and the reaction of the ton directly reflected such.

But although no bachelors had eyes for Penelope (not to her great surprise), she only truly cared about one.

And that was the reason that over the course of the season, Penelope’s heart broke more times than she would have ever cared to admit.

She knew whenever he was in the room, could feel his presence in the air. She could hear his voice even when it didn’t carry, simply because she had spent so much time engraining it into her memory.

And she often watched him as he accompanied other, more eligible ladies to the dance floor- watched how he laughed and smiled at them just as he did to her. The same way he did to her.

And even though he usually made sure to save her a dance as well, and they were often the greatest highlight of the evening for Penelope, the sting lasted well into the night. She pictured him with the other girls, the ones who were prettier and more popular and less shy than she was. Than she ever could be.

And sometimes, when she was alone and the day had been more difficult than usual, Penelope cried more tears than she could have ever counted.

“I just want to live while I’m alive

(It’s my life)

My heart is like an open highway” - It’s My Life, Bon Jovi

Colin didn’t enjoy balls.

The conversations were dull, the entertainment was lacking, and every dance he offered was met with some maddening assumption that he had plans to marry.

He was still so young for God’s sake, still had so much life to live before surrendering to the shackles of the marriage mart. He knew that it was just a matter of time before he was the oldest unattached Bridgerton, but he had no plans of hurrying. He simply wasn’t ready yet, and he didn’t see any problem with that.

His family, however, certainly did.

“Please, do remember to dance with Miss Merriweather.”

“Yes, mother.”

“And Miss Kensington.”

“Of course.”

“And Miss Jones.”

“ Right .”

“And best not to forget Miss Featherington as well.”

He looked at his mother, his signature half-smile plastered to his face. “Would that even be possible? I’m quite sure that you’ve stuffed the list into my pocket.”

Violet gave him an indulgent look, one that was more familiar than he would have liked. “It’s possible that I left it in your morning coat.” She smiled before her face grew a bit more serious and her voice softened. “Please, Colin, don’t forget. Especially not Miss Featherington.”

And Colin nodded, immediately making his way to the girl standing by the refreshments table because that was what he did.

He appeased his mother, wore a happy face, and left as soon as he was able.

“Mr. Never had to see me cry

Mr. Insincere apology so he doesn’t look like the bad guy” - Mr. Perfectly Fine, Taylor Swift

The worst moment of Penelope’s life happened in the middle of the sixth month of the year 1817.

He hadn’t meant to her to hear him, she knew that. And she knew that she didn’t deserve to feel angry with him, didn’t deserve to feel like he had purposefully trampled over her heart with no regard for her or her feelings.

But Penelope was just a human, and humans didn’t always react to situations with rationality.

So when Colin apologized for the second time (since the first was really more for shock than regret), Penelope wasn’t quite as forgiving inside as she was on the surface.

She didn’t blame him, per se, but the cut was just still too fresh to let go of the hurt. And when Colin approached her at the next ball, she wasn’t quite as... friendly as usual.

It was when she was staring at his hand, outstretched and waiting like everything was absolutely normal. Like there was nothing, simply nothing wrong between them. And then he gave her that same smile he always did, the one that she normally loved, but felt much more smug than charming that evening.

“Of course, Mr. Bridgerton ,” she answered, making a failed attempt to sound pleasant.

He was doing it to appease his mother, she was more than aware of the fact. Or just to absolve himself of his guilt. Perhaps that was why it hurt so much.

Or perhaps it was the simple fact that she’d loved and dreamed about him for years, meanwhile, he’d been announcing to the world that he was certainly not going to marry her.

And though it might not have been fair, Penelope’s heart wouldn’t allow herself to move forward quite yet.

“And I don't even need your love

But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough.” - Somebody that I used to know, Gotye

It had been a mistake. A stupid mistake that Colin hadn’t even known he was making until it had already been too late.

His brothers had been at him, knowing exactly what to say to push him to the edge. He didn’t want to discuss marriage or settling down, he just wanted to go away. Find something that was his and only his.

How could he have known that she’d been standing right there? How could he have known that the cruelest thing he’d ever said would blow up so magnificently in his face?

It wasn’t fair, not to him and certainly- definitely not to her.

Colin wasn’t in the business of hurting other people, especially not ones who were as kind and decent as Penelope Featherington.

He knew that laughter wouldn’t work this time. So, instead, he apologized. A true, sincere apology that Penelope accepted.

Or so she pretended to accept. Because although she claimed that she was fine and that there was nothing wrong, there was definitely something off. And it was bloody irritating.

Colin didn’t need Penelope’s friendship, if that’s what one would call their dynamic, but he didn’t want the girl to hate him or possibly worse- like a stranger.

He was Colin, and he just wanted to be as well-liked as he usually was. So, he did what he could to force pleasantries, to make sure that they got back to where they’d always been.

Until it ended up working a bit too well.

“You’re so gorgeous,

I can’t say anything to your face

‘Cause look at your face” - Gorgeous, Taylor Swift

It had taken Penelope Featherington just about a year to fully forgive Colin Bridgerton. He was the same Colin he always was- funny and charismatic, easily the kindest man she had ever known. And it was easy to fall back into old habits- easy to fall back under his spell.

How could she not? When he smiled at her with that same smile, when he looked at her with those same hypnotic eyes and gorgeous face? Her heart had no chance against him.

Falling in love with Colin was easy- too easy- almost like breathing.

It was the being in love with Colin that tore her apart.

“Ooh, and I wished that you would hurt me harder than I hurt you

Ooh, and I wish you wouldn't wait for me, but you always do” - Let Me Go, Alesso & Hailee Steinfield

It had taken Colin Bridgerton years to admit that Penelope Featherington viewed him as more than just a friendly acquaintance. As more than a friend. As more than anything he felt comfortable with.

And then he thought that it would go away. That it was a young girl’s infatuation that would dissolve with time. He especially never saw it coming after how much he’d hurt her.

But after he’d noticed, he’d really noticed.

Penelope’s eyes had hearts in them. Huge hearts that lit up her entire face and made him feel like the biggest ass on the planet.

He kept leaving, sometimes for entire years. And every time he returned and saw her, he thought that it might be over. That she might have found someone new to set her sights on. That a different man would swoop in and take her affections.

No one ever did, however. And Colin began to worry that he was at fault for it. That Penelope had spent so long waiting for him that she simply refused to allow herself to be carried away by anyone else.

But he pushed that worry away.

Perhaps he’d imagined it- the way she looked at him. He’d known her since before she was even of age and he’d never seen anything different in her. Perhaps that was just how Penelope was to everyone.

(It wasn’t, and deep inside he knew that.)

“I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve

Takes one to know one

You’re a cowboy like me” - Cowboy Like Me, Taylor Swift

She had no idea. Penelope had no idea that she could have possibly ever had something in common with Colin.

Colin. Colin. The one who was popular, and gorgeous, and had a way of easing everyone around him. The one who was very much the complete opposite of her.

Except that he wasn’t. Because he was a writer, just like she was. And he had his secrets, and his insecurities, just like she did.

She almost told him. Truly and really considered it as she sat across him in the drawing room of Number Five. She saw how his eyes lit up when she spoke of his writing- saw the secret passion in his work that he tried to hide. It was the same passion she felt, something of herself that she recognized in Colin of all people. It was absurd to see someone else understand what she felt. Absurd and shocking and thrilling.

So, she almost told him, almost let herself join them together in their secrets.

Almost.

Something stopped her. Whether it was the decade-long practice of hiding or a fear of rejection, she didn’t know. All she knew was that she and Colin were more in the same than she could have ever realized, and he had no idea.

“I might get to too much talking

I might have to tell you something

Damn, I like me better when I'm with you” - I Like Me Better, Lauv

He didn’t know when it had happened. Exactly what change in him (or her) had led to it. But there just came a point when Colin realized that Penelope was the one who he wanted in life- the one who he wanted by his side.

Maybe it was that very first night at his mother’s party- right when half of her pastry cream splattered onto the floor. Maybe it was when he caught her reading his journals and then she lectured him on the privilege in his life. Maybe it was when she had asked him to kiss her- and he realized that he never wanted to taste anyone else’s lips ever again.

Colin didn’t know when, or what, or how. But he knew that he never wanted to stop talking to her. That he never felt more like himself than when he was with Penelope. That he had never felt the need to mask himself from her, and that she accepted him as he was each time.

He liked Penelope. Cared for her in a way he’d never cared for anyone before. And he liked himself when he was with her, even the parts that were whinging and temperamental and insecure.

And he finally knew what he needed in his life. Who he needed.

He needed Penelope.

“My reputation’s never been worse, so

You must like me for me” - Delicate, Taylor Swift

Are you going to marry me or not?

The words were still running in her mind well into the night. The same question, over and over and over again.

The morning had been ludicrous.

Colin had followed her into the church.

Colin had found out that she was Lady Whistledown.

Colin had been furious with her.

Colin had kissed her in the carriage.

Penelope had kissed him back.

Colin had asked her to marry him (in a matter of words).

Penelope had said yes (in a matter of words).

Colin and Penelope had gotten engaged to be married.

And to be quite honest, she didn’t know what exactly had changed. She had no idea why or when he had become so adamant about being with her. He had followed her, and in that had found out her great big secret- the one that was both the very best and the very worst of her.

He hadn’t been happy about it, she knew that, but something had switched in him.

And even though he didn’t like her secret, he still liked her, still cherished her in the way that she’d always yearned for.

So, she said yes.

“Please, don't look at me with those eyes

Please, don't hint that you’re capable of lies” - First Date, Blink-182

It hurt. It hurt Colin so very much.

At some point, Penelope had become Colin’s world. And at the same time, she’d been given the power to break him in a way that no one else could.

If finding out that Penelope held secrets the first time was a betrayal, then finding out that she held secrets from him after they’d become betrothed was like a stab to the heart.

She hadn’t meant for it to happen at their engagement ball, of course not. But it still had. And she hadn’t warned him, hadn’t discussed it with him.

He wasn’t sure what he was the angriest about- her hidden truths, her carelessness, her stubbornness to be right, damn it all.

The way she didn’t trust him as much as he seemed to trust her.

He was furious. And hurt. And deceived.

And yet-

“I, I loved you in spite of

Deep fears that the world would divide us” - Dancing with Our Hands Tied, Taylor Swift

He loved her. He loved her for all of her faults and all of her virtues. He loved her even despite how much he couldn’t stand her at that present moment.

He was scared to death for what could happen to her- what would happen to her. He realized that Penelope- that love was more important than the rest of it all. Than the rest of the world.

And he didn’t hesitate to tell her- not even for a moment.

Penelope loved him in return. She’d loved him for years- or so she thought. She didn’t know what had truly been love and what had been infatuation- a dream about the man she’d built up in her head. But it was certainly real love now.

The man in front of her was not perfect, was not without his gripes and flaws. And that was somehow better than perfect.

Because he was real. Because he loved her just as much as she loved him.

Because it was them. Together. Standing side-by-side against the world.

“When I was down

I was your clown

“Right from the start

I gave you my heart” - Don’t Go Breaking My Heart, Elton John & Kiki Dee

Thirty seconds it had taken for Colin Bridgerton to take Penelope Featherington’s heart.

Five years it had taken for Colin Bridgerton to break Penelope Featherington’s heart.

A handful of days it had taken for Colin Bridgerton to give Penelope Featherington his heart.

And twelve years it had taken for Colin Bridgerton and Penelope Featherington to truly see the other for who they were.

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Bonus rap song section!! (Explicit)

“Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go Shorty, it’s your birthday” - In da Club , 50 Cent

Colin paced across the length of his drawing room, absentmindedly flicking his fingers as he did so.

She was meant to be down here.

He needed her down here.

Right at that very instant.

He simply couldn’t wait any longer.

Penelope needed to sweep down those steps wearing some gorgeous little number, race into the room, and-

“Colin, stop doing that. It’s incredibly irritating.”

He didn’t stop, but he did turn his head to send a scowl to his sister. “Pardon me, but I’m quite sure that you were meant to get her out of the house by four o’clock.” And with a pointed look to the clock, he added, “And it’s already a quarter past.”

Eloise crossed her arms as her eyes narrowed. “I’m sorry, but I can’t fathom how it has somehow become my fault that she’s late. Weren’t you meant to make sure that she’d be ready by now?”

At this, Colin didn’t meet her eye, instead sending a quick not-so-guilty glance to the sofa. He certainly had meant to make sure that she was dressed and proper in time for Eloise’s arrival, but he’d gotten… Side-tracked.

It wasn’t his fault that she’d decided to wear his favorite shade of pink that afternoon. He was just a man, and how could any man not charge her, grab her by the shoulders, and-

“Oh, ew!” Eloise exclaimed, jumping from her seat on the sofa. It seemed that she hadn’t missed Colin’s glance. “Honestly, one would think that you’re still newlyweds.”

Colin finally did stop his pacing to send his sister a half-smile that was far more cheeky and apologetic. With a small shrug, he leaned against the wall.

“Well, you know, sister, we-”

“We what?” Penelope interrupted as she strode into the room, sending him a teasingly accusing face. But before he could even consider answering, she went straight to Eloise and gave her a hug. “I’m so sorry I’m late, Maria insisted on this intricate hairstyle.” She motioned to the chignon sitting atop her head, which Colin thought was rather lovely on her.

“And you were tied up before then?” Eloise asked innocently, barely batting an eye when Penelope suddenly flushed.

There was a pause of silence, but Colin (who had been appreciating the sight of his wife from across the room), rushed towards them. “Alright, I think you’re late enough as is. Don’t want to make the Modiste angry, do we?”

Penelope frowned as she turned to him, her eyebrows furrowing in that magnificent way they always did. “I really think it will be-”

But he had already taken her by the arm and begun dragging her into the hallway, Eloise following closely in tow. “Darling, go, go, go, go, go, go. You mustn't be late.”

Her mouth hung open as he strode her towards the front door, helping her with the coat Dunwoody had handed him.

“Colin, what are you-”

“Go, Darling. It’s your birthday. Go have fun.”

And as if by magic, Penelope and Eloise were standing outside on the steps and Colin was shutting the door.

Penelope blinked several times, staring at the knocker on the door before she turned to her best friend. “What in the world was that about?”

Eloise snorted, tucking an arm through hers. “I do believe that when we get back later today, we might party like it’s your birthday.”

“I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring

Oh baby, I wanna get wit’cha” - Baby’s Got Back , Sir Mix-a-Lot

Penelope let out a sigh as her eyes trailed the ballroom of Bridgerton House, resting upon the back of her husband. And then her eyes trailed downwards, and she let out another sigh as her eyes traveled downwards, downwards, downwards…

“Penelope?”

He looked good.

Too good.

“Penelope? ”

So very, very goo-

A pair of fingers snapped a few inches from her face. “Penelope!”

She blinked, her head jerking to face Kate. “Oh, I’m sorry. What were we talking about?”

Kate and Sophie shared a glance before turning back to her, both looking equally suspicious. “We were discussing whether or not Lucy’s pregnant again,” Sophie answered after a moment, peeking at Penelope as she took a slow sip of champagne.

“Oh,” Penelope said, her eyes somehow again landing on her husband. “She is.”

“And what makes you so sure?” Kate asked. Or perhaps it was Sophie. Er- quite honestly, Penelope’s focus was far too drawn away to discern the difference.

“Oh, I just…” She swallowed, not taking any notice of the fact that her voice had trailed off.

One of her sisters-in-law giggled. “She can’t stop staring.”

“Hmm?” Penelope finally tore her gaze away to look at them, eyes widened in absolute innocence.

Kate bit back a smirk as she lifted her glass. “I do believe Colin’s old bedroom has been kept.”

Penelope didn’t even have the decency to blush as she nodded, sparing just a rather feeble wave as she navigated through the room, eyes glued to Colin’s form.

Although he was mid-way through a conversion with his brother-in-law, Geoffrey, Colin’s arm slithered around his wife’s waist the very moment her fingertips reached him. And when he glanced down, he recognized a very… Strange look in her eyes.

It seemed Geoffrey too had noticed, for he mumbled, “I think Felicity’s looking for me…” before disappearing into the crowd.

Colin grinned as he leaned down to give Penelope’s lips better access to his ear.

“I want to be with you,” she whispered, her hot breath leaving shivers down his back.

His eyebrow quirked upwards as he looked down at her. “Now?”

She grinned and nodded. “Now.”

“Wet-ass pussy

Make that pull-out game weak, woo (ah)” - WAP, Cardi B & Megan Thee Stallion

There was screaming.

And growling.

And purring.

And scratching.

“Oh, my God!”

“Colin!”

“Penelope!”

She looked down at him, eyes wide and almost… frightened. “What happened?” There was water all over the floor, buckets knocked down, drops of blood…

And one very wet pussy cat hissing in her husband’s direction.

“Our dear ass-” ("Colin!” ) “Benjamin got it into his head to jump into my bath,” he muttered, grabbing a nearby robe. “And I think you can conclude how that ended.”

Penelope cringed, gingerly stepping over a puddle to soothe the cat. “And your valet?”

Colin glared at her as he tugged at the belt of his robe. “Had some difficulty pulling the cat out and had to go get some bandages.”

Benjamin purred as Penelope scratched behind his ear, doing her best not to laugh. “I hope you at least got to finish your washing.”

She could feel Colin’s glower in the quiet, the only sounds coming from their reasonably calmed (but still rather wet) pussy cat.

“Next time, I want a dog instead.”

#polin #bridgerton fic #my fic #polinweek #polinweek2021 #this is definitely a new style for me #hope the balance of songs vs fic is good #i actually really like it for some reason #and i will be posting a bonus comical part later today inspired by yesterday's selfie #but first i must attend an interview #have a good polin day guys!!!#also please let me know if you liked this #polin week's bringing out a lot of different styles and I've love to know what people like #also shout out to mr perfectly fine for being the literal inspiration for this fic

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Taylor Swift, An Icon Forever And Always

By: Sabriya Imami for The Michigan Daily Date: October 5th 2020

I was seven years old when “You Belong With Me” came out, and it still gives me an indescribable rush of sheer happiness. It’s the song I play in the car with the windows down, letting everyone else on the road share my joy. It’s the song that I dance around to in my pajamas, feeling like I’m at a concert. Every time I hear it, I have to stop what I’m doing to give it the devotion it deserves.

That’s how I feel with every Taylor Swift song. That’s how so many people feel with every Taylor Swift song.

Barbara Walters once said “Taylor Swift is the music industry.” She said this in 2014, after Taylor’s record-breaking album 1989 was released. Six years later, Taylor Swift is still the music industry. She’s released eight albums since the beginning of her career, and they’ve nearly all broken records. From her self-titled debut album to her most recent, surprise release folklore, she has never let the world down.

It’s a shame, though, because the world has let her down on more than one occasion. From accusing her of writing only about her ex-boyfriends to the #TaylorSwiftIsOverParty to losing her master license over her recordings to having beauty standards forced on her that led to an eating disorder, the world has let her down because the world wants to hate Taylor Swift.

What makes her amazing, though, what makes her a true icon, is that she rises above it all. She forgives, but never forgets. She proves the world wrong. When the world said that she relies on the talent of others to write her own songs, she released self-written Speak Now (my absolute favorite album of all time). When the world said she was “just” a country artist, she released 1989, for which she became the first female artist to win the Grammy’s Album of the Year award twice. When the world turned on her and called her a snake, she embraced it and released reputation. When the world said that she could only ever be a cookie-cutter pop star, she released the indie folk album folklore, which has led her to surpass Whitney Houston’s record for most weeks at number one on the Billboard 200 charts. Taylor Swift sits among the most revered stars.

She refuses to let herself be torn down by haters or the media. As she herself said during the 1989 World Tour before her performance of her song “Clean,” “you are not the opinion of somebody who doesn’t know you or care about you.” And she’s not. The number of haters Taylor Swift has is the same number of people who refuse to give her a chance. They see a talented, young female star and refuse to give her any of the credit she is due.

The people that do love her — her fans, her Swifties — have never just sat by and let the world tear her down. And in return, she loves them. Taylor Swift invites her fans to her house and plays them songs before an album’s release. She bakes them cookies, sends them Christmas gifts, shares inside jokes on Tumblr. How many artists do that? How many artists let their fans into their homes, into their hearts, the way she does?

At the core of her being, Taylor Swift is an artist. Her songs, her words are, for lack of a better word, iconic. So many people have proposed to their significant others while “Love Story” was playing. So many people’s 2014 and 2015 Instagram bios read “darling I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream.” Everyone knows that when you turn 22, it’s your “Taylor Swift Birthday.” So many people declared 2020 saved when folklore came out.

She has proven time and time again that she doesn’t need the flashy concerts, gorgeous music videos or vast number of awards to be successful. She needs her voice, her songs and her fans. Taylor Swift appeared at the (socially distant) 2020 Academy of Country Music Awards to perform the song “betty.” That award show had more viewers than the 2020 VMAs despite the fact that country music isn’t a widely-listened-to genre. The other performers played a part for sure, but it hardly seems a coincidence that the first time she showed up at the ACMs in seven years was the time that millions of people tuned in. She sat on a stage with her guitar, accompanied by a harmonica player in the background, and just sang. There was no audience, no light-up bracelets, no showmanship. It was just her, happily returning to her country roots. And she still managed to capture everyone’s attention.

That’s the power of Taylor Swift.

#love writers that are T-Swift fans <3 #The Michigan Daily #article #about taylor #taylor swift #through the years #folklore era

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tags ain’t working so i’m reposting it ):

anyway, here’s a little something, i used two songs for reference if it was not obvious yet! soon you'll get better by taylor swift and bell's palsy by suggi were used. i hope you'd give them a listen, those pretty much summed up my experience in a better and much more interesting way.

tw// death

I wonder if You hear me.

Desperate people grasp at any shred of faith they could get their hands on, so each night now I pray to You. The orange pill bottles weren’t as divine as I thought, and I no longer had anyone to turn to. Mother said, You’re omnipresent, so can You hear me?

The window sill is a bitter place to be at this time, yet my chest warmed. Golden stardust sprinkled the velvet blue expanse, glittering with a promise of life in the darkness. It was oddly comforting, knowing that there were many other souls out there like myself; lost and grieving, my problems magnified and appearing minuscule in the universe at the same time.

I wonder if You see me.

I tell myself it was going to be okay, but I know delusion when I watch my empty eyes staring back from the reflection on the windowpane. I also know better than anyone else that pretending everything isn’t real isn’t the right way to cope, but could you blame me?

Where was I supposed to go? Who am I supposed to talk to?

What was I to do since there’s no more you?

You often said I’m selfish, maybe you’re correct. I like making things all about me. I tried most days, but on the others, I was just not able to bring myself to do anything. It’s been years of hoping, crying on our knees—will things even become normal again, if it ever was? I can’t remember a time like that anymore.

Dad, you liked your coffee black, right? I haven’t made a cup for you in such a while, when was the last time we sat together for breakfast?

I know you thought the hospital food is terrible. No matter how much you complained about your own cooking, I know you prefer them more. The pungent smell of steamed fish and white rice was enough to make me sick, but you never made a fuss.

The air conditioning was always too cold for your bony body. You were always shivering under the thin crisp blanket. I wanted to ask the nurse for more layers, but I never did. Was it cold too when He brought you back home?

God, I wonder if You can comfort me right now.

Dusk dragged on, the bare wooden window sill hurt my back. I didn’t want to go back to bed. There was so much left to think, to reflect. There was so much guilt and heaviness that went unresolved. I’m not sure if I could live on like this.

Tears don’t come easy to me, but wrath was simple. I lost my temper with you, always forgetting your limitless patience with me when I was a little girl. It never entered my mind when I changed your diapers, nor did it when I had to help you clean up.

I yelled, I screamed, I threw tantrums.

I’m sorry, you don’t have to forgive me.

I wonder if You can give me another chance at goodbye.

Maybe this time I’ll do it right. If I were to be completely honest, something that I’ve never been able to do in my entire eighteen years of leaving; the truth is I was never ashamed of you. I love you, and I wish I told you even once.

Dad, you lived for me. I should have too, in the last few years of your declining health. You were so strong, yet so fragile. I wish I saw through you earlier. I just wish I had been able to do something, anything.

But I never did.

I wonder if You would’ve let me die for him.

If only I had you for one more day, perhaps, just perhaps, I would be less numb than this.

If only you could’ve walked me down the aisle. If only you could’ve helped name your grandchildren you were always talking about. I’d always frown at the idea of marriage, but this once I’ll entertain it. Time doesn’t heal possibilities that could never be. How could it cure a heart broken from something it never experienced?

Words are as difficult for me as it was for you. I couldn’t even comprehend what my emotions were, I had to refer to songs to know myself. Was that why you listen to music so much? They say I’m a replica of you, dad. Did you not understand what you’re feeling too? Like me?

Maybe we would’ve been best friends if I only gave you an opportunity.

I wonder if this is a punishment from You.

Stars were no longer visible. I continued to look out from the window. The clock chimed thrice; it was 3A.M.

The phone call from the hospital had come around this hour too. I wanted to ignore it, what other news could it bear other than bad news?

Now that I chewed over that fateful day, I think I know why now.

I wasn’t ready to let you go. Death happened to everyone but I never thought of it at my father’s door so soon.

Even now, I think of you in white, under the covers at the government hospital.

They said you went away at 2:43.

I wonder if You hear me.

Prayer seems like the only thing to do. I could still hear the faint strums of your guitar, your voice raspy from cigarettes.

I wonder if You see me.

There was nothing to stare at outside, the sky was empty. Sombre. It was going to rain. It poured, an onslaught expressed beautifully by Him, something that even I couldn’t convey.

God, I wonder if You can comfort me right now.

Mother was right. You hear me. You see me. You’re even crying with me now.

I wonder if You can give me another chance at goodbye.

But I guess another chance was impossible. At least I’ll slowly come to terms with myself.

I wonder if You would’ve let me die for him.

If I can’t, then I’ll live on for you. Hopefully, more filial than when you were still here to see it.

I wonder if this is a punishment from You.

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everyonesannoyedwithme · 3 years

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how you get the girl

CLEARLY i am on a taylor kick rn, i listened to this song last night and couldn’t get this idea out of my head, so here you go!

summary: luke screws up and goes to the wise words of taylor swift for advice.

warnings: cursing

word count: 1406

“I can’t believe you right now.” Julie was mad.

“Believe it!” So was Luke.

“How can you say something like that?” Julie said, her voice thick.

“Because it’s true! It’s not my fault you’re refusing to believe the truth right now.”

“It’s not! It’s not the truth, and even if it was, you don’t get to decide that considering you’ve never even listened to Taylor Swift’s music!”

“I don’t have to listen to it to know it’s bad! I heard Shake It Off and I didn’t need to listen to the rest of it!”

Reggie and Alex had left the room over twenty minutes ago, when the argument had started. They knew better than to stick around when Luke started arguing about music.

“Taylor Swift’s music was crazy important to my childhood! If Dad hadn’t bought me her Speak Now album when I was six, I would have never fallen in love with music! Mom was ready to give up on teaching me piano when I got that album!” Julie yelled. She was on the verge of tears, her eyes burning as she tried to stay somewhat composed and hold them back.

“And Nirvana was important to me! Do you think I would have picked up a guitar without them?” Luke said, gesturing wildly as his emotions grew.

“And that’s great Luke, but I don’t care! I’m not the one saying their music is bad here!” Julie cried out, throwing her hands up. “But you’re not listening to me! I’m telling you that I love Taylor Swift’s music and that it’s important to me and that, objectively, it’s good music! But you are refusing to listen to me! Get off your high horse for five goddamn minutes, Luke! You are not the only person with good taste!”

And then she stormed out of the studio, leaving Luke alone, Julie’s words ringing in his ears. He knew he had fucked up, it was pretty obvious, but he still didn’t understand how it had escalated to that point. He had been coming back into the studio after hanging out with Reggie, Alex, and Willie on the pier, and the four boys had found Julie dancing around the studio with Flynn, Shake It Off blasting through the stereo.

Julie and Flynn were scream-singing along to the annoying pop song, decked out in the fanciest dresses Luke had ever seen Julie in. It looked like something a movie star would wear, and it totally took his breath away - in that way only Julie could. When the song had ended and Julie finally noticed the boys standing there, Willie had already left, and Julie had screamed, not expecting to see Luke, Alex, and Reggie there.

“Julie! Julie, stop screaming, for God’s sake, stop!” Flynn had yelled. “What happened?”

Julie took a deep breath, her hand clasped over her heart as if to make it stop beating. “Sorry, Flynn. The boys scared me!”

“They’re here?” Flynn asked, looking around for any sign of the ghosts.

“Yeah. They’re standing right in front of me. Luke is on the left, Alex is in the middle, and Reggie is on the right.” Julie pointed to each boy in turn.

“Hey guys! What do you think of our dresses? They’re for Junior Prom!” Flynn said, their excitement palpable.

“Looks great!” Reggie said with a thumbs up.

“Yeah, you guys look really good.” Alex agreed. “But, uh, what was that song that was playing?”

“They say we look good.” Julie told Flynn. Flynn smiled at where she assumed the boys were, slightly to the left of where they actually were. “And the song is Shake It Off by Taylor Swift.”

“Oh, yeah, Willie mentioned her. It was a good song.” Alex said, nodding.

“Yeah, it’s definitely your kind of music, Alex. I love Taylor’s music. She has a song for every occasion.” Julie gushed.

Luke watched this interaction with growing indignation. Julie liked that crap? Genuinely? He couldn’t understand why; it sounded so generic. Nothing like what people used to listen to, and definitely not what he was expecting from Julie of all people.

“What, you listen to that stuff when you’re angry? Sad?” He blurted out.

“Yes? Sometimes? It’s a mood booster. And she has other music. It doesn’t all sound like that.” Julie said, her eyebrows raised slightly at Luke’s words.

“If it sounds even close to that I can’t understand how you could like it.” Luke said firmly.

“I like it because it’s good. Her lyrics are basically gospel at this point.” Julie replied, growing obviously angry. Alex, sensing a coming argument, smiled quickly and apologetically at Julie, grabbed Reggie’s wrist, and poofed out of the studio.

Luke scoffed. “That is not good. Nirvana is good. Rush is good, the Beatles are good. That was pop garbage.”

Flynn was watching the exchange with confusion before they pulled out her phone and glanced at the time.

“Oh, shit, Jules! I gotta go, the twins’ game starts in ten minutes!” Flynn said, talking about their twin brothers. “Okay. You can leave the dress here again if you want.” Julie offered, giving Flynn a quick hug.

“Yeah, I will. See you later! Bye guys!” Flynn called before leaving the studio. As soon as her friend was gone, Julie wheeled on Luke.

“I can’t believe you right now.”

Which brought them to now. Now, when Julie was mad at Luke for insulting one of her favorite musicians. Okay, maybe he could understand how they got to that point. Now that he was no longer in the heat of the moment, Luke could maybe see how calling music Julie liked “pop garbage” could make her mad. But how to apologize?

“Her lyrics are basically gospel at this point.” Julie had said. Maybe he could turn to some of her music for advice? It was a long shot, but maybe it would show Julie that he really was sorry.

Luke walked over to the stereo where the CD case for the album Julie was just playing was. The cover looked like a polaroid picture of a blonde woman with red lipstick, wearing a shirt with birds on it. On the bottom, it said T.S. 1989. Luke turned over the case to find the song list on the back.

Welcome To New York

Blank Space

Style

Out Of The Woods

All You Had To Do Was Stay

Shake It Off

I Wish You Would

Bad Blood

Wildest Dreams

How You Get The Girl

Luke stopped. How You Get The Girl, huh? That could be exactly what he needed. He pressed play on the stereo, skipping the next three songs after Shake It Off to get to How You Get The Girl and maybe find some ideas on how to win his girl back.

“You stand there like a ghost, shaking from the rain…” The song started, and Luke sat down on the couch and waited for inspiration to strike.

Ten minutes later, Luke had a plan.

Julie was in her room, nursing her pride after Luke had trampled all over it with his words about Taylor Swift’s music. Julie knew she was right, she knew the music was good and her opinion was valid, but she felt kind of bad at how she had yelled at Luke. She was about to get up and try to talk it out with him, when someone knocked on her door. When she opened it, Julie was shocked to see Luke standing there, fidgeting as he waited. She opened the door wider, wordlessly letting him in before going back to sit on her bed.

“I’m sorry.” the words seemed to tumble from his mouth.

“Oh?” Julie said, her mouth quirking up slightly at his apologetic expression.

“I’m sorry I said that about the music you like. I’m sorry I said it was bad.” Julie opened her mouth to say it was okay, that she forgave him, when he kept going. “I listened to more of her music. Specifically, How You Get The Girl.” Luke summoned his acoustic guitar and cleared his throat.

“I want you for worse or for better,” he started singing. Julie’s eyes widened, understanding filling them. “I would wait for ever and ever. Broke your heart, I’ll put it back together, I would wait for ever and ever.”

Before he could keep going, Julie spoke. “I forgive you. Thank you.” And when she leaned in and kissed Luke, he knew he got the girl.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp fic #julie and the phantoms fic #juke #juke fic #julie molina #luke patterson #taylor swift

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years

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Ready now; Queen x reader

*Author’s note*

To the anon who requested this from way back when, I first wanna thank you for being SUPER PATIENT with me. I was going through a lot at the time you sent the request but I am slowly but surely getting through them. Eventually once I get the chance, I may open requests back up again.

Now there’s not really any serious warnings other than swearing, fluff, and angst. I hope you all enjoy this fic and until next time stay safe, stay healthy, stay positive.

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*Oklahoma city, Oklahoma, 1976*

It was like every other Wednesday night at COWBOY’S. The live dancing, bull riding, and of course the famed karaoke night. I’ve been coming to this club for as long as I can remember, in fact I think I was a kid when I first came here. It was to see my mama sing for karaoke night and of course my dad is known around here as the world champion bull rider.

He kept that title from the time he was 16 up till just before I was born. And because of his reputation, I (and I hate to admit it) but I get special treatment every time I go to Cowboy’s. In fact the current owner, he was my dad’s longtime friend and fellow bull riding competitor.

As I walked inside I could already see the place was packed with people. Line dancing and really lighting up the dancefloor making this club a real Hoedown. I first went up to the bar and there running it was the owner’s son, Jensen. He and I go way back, even though he’s like seven years older than me, he treats me like his little sis. Always keeping the boys away.

“Well, well, well, well, well. Look who walked in. It’s the singing sensation (Y/n) (L/n). Can I just say I am a huge fan of yours!” He teased me at the end.

“Oh Jensen stop it. You know I’m not famous yet.”

“Not yet, but you will be soon.”

“I’m not so sure.”

“Okay hang on, let me get your usual and then you spill your guts.” He walked away and got my usual beer and filled it almost up to the rim. He slid it towards me and he said as he leaned up against the bar, “Alright now talk.” I took a sip of my beer before saying.

“What if no one likes my song?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Jens you know as well as I do that no one really sings original pieces here. It’s always covers of famous songs, and the last time someone did do an original he was booed off the stage.”

“First off, his song sucked and he kept screwing up on the guitar. So of course he was thrown off the stage. But you—you’ve got a serious talent in song writing. And your voice—baby girl the only other female singer I can compare you to here was your mom.”

“You really think so?”

“Coming from a Texas man forced to move here when we first met, you’re bout the only good thing in this one horse town. Hell you’re way better than just sticking right here. Especially since—well you know.”

“I know. It’s……it’s been rough. Ever since the car crash mama’s been—well not herself lately. Music is bout the only thing I can do to make her happy.”

“So you get up on that stage and knock these cow-folks right off their boots. Now go relax on the dance floor and I’ll let my old man know you’re here.”

“Thanks Jensen.” I pulled out my wallet to pay for the beer but he stopped me.

“No need, this one’s on my tab tonight. But expect to pay me back once you hit the big time.” I smiled at him and pocketed my wallet back into my jeans.

“Thanks Jensen, you’re like the brother I never had.”

“Someone’s gotta keep an eye on you yah silly little day dreamer.” He teased as he placed his cowboy hat on top of my head, teasingly rocking my head from side to side till I stuck my tongue at him and took another swig of my beer.

I then headed off to the dance floor to cool off (dancing always helped me calm down, especially when it’s with a group of people) and I danced with some of my old friends from high school, just letting my hair down as I danced the first hour of the night away before they would call up the performers for karaoke night.

*3rd Person POV*

Unbeknownst to (Y/n), it was also on that night that the most famous rock and roll band would also be there on that night to see her perform. Freddie Mercury, Brian May, Roger Taylor, and John Deacon, otherwise known as the band Queen, had just arrived in Oklahoma city to do their two night concert they had scheduled for their “A day at the Races” tour.

To let down some steam and relax after a few days on the road, Freddie had heard about this club from a friend of his and convinced the other three to come along and check it out. All four of them wearing cowboy hats, so that they wouldn’t stick out like sore thumbs, they entered inside and saw the whole place buzzing.

“Wow, this is even more filled than the Disco club Veronica and I met at.” Said John.

“Well Tony said this was the one place in America where you would get a traditional Southern treatment.” Said Freddie. “And I like it. It’s reputation proceeds itself.” He continued with a smile as he adjusted his hat.

“Remind me again why we had to wear these though?” Roger said.

“Don’t be such a party pooper blondie. Besides you see every man in here. Tony said that everyone in Oklahoma wears cowboy hats. Anyone who doesn’t is automatically labeled a stranger. And I don’t want no Wanted poster of me across the state for refusal to wear a cowboy hat.” Freddie said as he playfully shoved Roger.

“It’s not so bad.” Brian said as he fiddled with the string of his hat.

“You’re just saying that cause you can’t feel it on your head.” Quipped John.

“Alright, alright Deacy darling you’ve had your shot at Bri. Now I don’t want any more brawls tonight. I wanna enjoy this night, you three know how much I love to party. So don’t fuck this up for me.”

“If you wanted that Fred then you should’ve left Roger on the bus.” Brian said.

“You know what yah curly haired space poodle……”

“Gentlemen.” The four of them turned to see an old man around his mid-50’s walk up towards them. He wore a traditional brown colored cowboy hat, his grey goatee reflected off the lights, and the spurs off his boots jingled with each step. “Now I get it we all need to let off some steam, but if you’re gonna cause any trouble I’m gonna ask you all to leave.”

“No worries my good sir. You must forgive my friend here, he didn’t quite have him fixed yet so his testosterone can run him ragged like one of your bulls.” Freddie sweet-talked the man.

“Watch it Fred!” Roger sneered as he took out a cigarette and lit it up.

“Alright. I’m trusting you to keep an eye on your friend there. I get enough drunks brawling every night here, I don’t need another damage fee added to my billing. Bobby Singer, owner of Cowboy’s.”

“Pleasure to meet you Bobby dear. I heard about this place from a friend of mine and this place does not disappoint.” Freddie praised as he and Bobby shook hands with each other.

“Thank you son. Built this place myself with my own two hands before moving the wife and son up here.”

“How long has this place been here?” asked Brian.

“Well came up here around 51, bought this property at around 53-54 and the doors finally opened by the start of the 60’s so…..about 16 years this club has been around. And she’s still going strong.”

“Impressive.” Freddie praised.

“What kind of drinks do you serve here?” asked Roger.

“Well if you mosey on down to the bar, my son Jensen will lay down everything we got. We mostly do beer but if you can take something stronger, we got that as well. Enjoy yourselves boys.” As Bobby walked away, the boys bid him farewell.

“He seemed nice.” John said.

“A friendly old man, kinda reminds me of Miami. Firm, strict, knows when you’re starting trouble Rog.”

“Watch it Fred.”

“Alright come on, I think we can all do with a drink right now.”

“Yes.”

“Or ten.” the band members walked over to the bar to see Jensen cleaning out a mug.

“Excuse me darling!” Freddie cried out to Jensen.

“Yes can I he—he-ha-ha……oh shit! You’re….you guys are Queen!”

“Yes. I take it you’re a fan of ours?” asked Brian.

“Y-Yeah.” Jensen squeaked. He then cleared his throat before continuing, “I mean yes. When I first heard Bohemian Rhapsody for the first time, it changed my life on how I look at music. Not even some of my favorite bands can do what you guys do.”

“Well thank you darling. Bohemian Rhapsody was a masterpiece.” Freddie said.

“But a complete nightmare to make.” Roger added in.

“So what can I get for you guys?” asked Jensen.

“What all do you got?” asked John.

“Well you guys actually came on a good day. Wednesday nights are our special’s night. Every drink at half price. We’ve basically got every beer imaginable, but we also do vodka, gin and juice, margaritas. And of course we have the basic water and soda for those sensitive to the strong stuff.”

“Well then my darling, we’ll go ahead and take three of your finest beer and a vodka shot please.” Freddie said.

“Coming right up.” Jensen walked off to prep the drinks for the four young band members.

“He seems like a nice chap.” Brian said.

“He does indeed.” Agreed John. Before another word could be said, Bobby soon came up on stage and said.

“And that was Carol Anne with ‘Sweet home Alabama’.” The crowd then cheered. “And now ladies and gents, it’s time to be graced by our very own special songbird. Please welcome our very own Southern Belle. (Y/n) (L/n)!” the crowd cheered and it was then the four English rockers soon saw a young woman coming up on stage.

She looked to be about John’s age, maybe a couple years younger. In her hand was a 12 string acoustic, she got onto the stool and adjusted the mic.

*My POV*

God my nerves were really starting to get the best of me. What if no one liked the song? Oh god I wish daddy could be here, he always knew just how to calm me down. I adjusted the mic and plugged in my guitar.

“Hello everyone. I uhh—” I cleared my throat. “Tonight I’m gonna do something a little different than my last few performances. This is an original piece I’ve been working hard on. Hope you all like it.” I turned towards the ensemble band and nodded to them. They nodded back and as I began playing the opening on my mama’s guitar, Aaron came in with the violin and Jack soon came in with the bass.

By the chorus, Daniel came in with a soft drum beat and as I passionately sung out the chorus, I could already hear some people cheering or whistling at me.

She was driving last Friday on

Her way to Cincinnati on a

Snow white Christmas Eve Going home to see her mama and her daddy

With the baby in the backseat Fifty miles to go, and she was running low

On faith and gasoline It'd been a long hard year She had a lot on her mind,

And she didn't pay attention She was going way too fast Before she knew it she was spinning on a

Thin black sheet of glass She saw both their lives flash before her eyes She didn't even have time to cry She was so scared She threw her hands up in the air

Jesus, take the wheel Take it from my hands 'Cause I can't do this on my own I'm letting go So give me one more chance And save me from this road I'm on Jesus, take the wheel

*3rd Person POV*

Everyone was involved in hearing (y/n) sing. Like her mama before her, the adults all whistled and cheered for the young girl for she truly did sound like her mama whenever she sang, maybe even better than her. But the one most intrigued by her was the leading frontman of Queen.

“Just who is that talented young lady?” Freddie spoke out as (Y/n) played a small instrumental break in the first chorus.

“That there is (Y/n) (L/n). Her parents were known in this club. Her mama for her singing and her dad, God rest his soul, he was the world champion bull rider. She’s got a gift with that voice of hers.” Jensen said as he cleaned out a mug.

“She does indeed.” Freddie muttered in awe as he continued to watch (Y/n) sing the next part of the song.

There was one point of the song where she held out a note so long, it felt like she was running on endless air. The crowd all hooted and hollered as she held that note before finishing the song. Everyone soon cheered as loudly as they could while (Y/n) smiled under the spotlight and stood up from the stool and took a bow.

“Wow she was amazing.” Brian praised.

“I’ll say, she held that note for like 10 beats. Not even I can do that.” Roger said.

“Excuse me, Jensen.” Freddie called out. Jensen who had just gotten done serving another round of drinks for a bachelor party, came back over and said.

“What’s up?”

“Where can we meet that talented young lady?” he asked him. The other three band members looked at Freddie confused.

“She’ll be out back. That’s where she usually goes when things get too hectic here.”

“Thank you so much darling.” He dowsed the last of his vodka and stood up and walked out of the club with the other three members behind him.

*My POV*

After the performance I went outside to cool off. I stared up at the starry sky and whispered.

“I wish you could’ve seen it daddy. It seems I really wowed everyone tonight.”

“You did more than just that dear.” I froze and slowly turned around and—pinch me I must be dreaming. Cause right there in front of me stood my all time favorite rock and roll band Queen. I closed my eyes and shook my head trying to wake myself up from this dream and found that I wasn’t dreaming.

Freddie Mercury, Brian May, John Deacon and Roger Taylor were really right in front of me.

“You—you’re……”

“Yes darling we know who we are. But what I’m more interested in is who you are. How long have you had that lovely voice for?” Freddie said as he came up to me and actually wrapped an arm around me.

“Well I uhh—for a while I guess.”

“And that was an original song you sang back there?” Brian asked.

“Yeah just…..a little something I came up with. Was it bad?”

“Au contraire darling, it was unlike anything we have ever heard. And that’s saying something.” Freddie said.

“Really?”

“Absolutely. The way you managed to have utter control of your voice as you belted out certain words of the song. Only one other person has been able to do that and that’s me.” Freddie bragged.

“Umm hello what about me?” Roger piped in.

“Oh yes you and your dog whistle range. That takes skill too.” I softly chuckled. Man this was definitely not how I pictured this night would go (well except in my dreams). “Now then (Y/n). How would you like to be an opening number for our concert?” wait what?

“What?” I asked.

“What?” I heard the other three echo back.

“You’ve got the voice, the talent, you are too good for just singing at the clubs. What better way than to finally dive in and take this opportunity.”

“Uhh Fred can we talk to you for a second?” John soon spoke up.

“Just stay tight for a moment (Y/n) dear.” Freddie said as he bopped my nose before walking back towards his bandmates. Okay what the hell just happened?

*3rd Person POV*

Freddie and the boys walked a few feet away from (Y/n) so that she couldn’t hear them.

“Fred are you crazy right now?” Roger hissed softly.

“What?”

“We can’t just go picking up random singers off the streets and ask them to open up for us!”

“I agree with Roger. No offense, but I don’t think Reid or even our tour manager Bill will go along with this.” Brian added.

“You don’t believe she’s worth giving a shot too?” Freddie asked.

“No, no it’s not about that. She is talented, beyond talented. We just—can’t do something like this. Picking up a random teenager and ask her to leave everything behind for the rest of our tour.”

“They do have a point Freddie. Plus how do we know she even wants this? I mean maybe she just sings for fun. To be honest I never thought we were that serious till our first album went on the shelf.” Deacy said.

“Okay first off that hurts Deacy dear. How dare you think that. And number 2, I have a feeling she does want it. She may not physically show it but there’s something in her eyes that show that she wants a chance at the real spotlight. And who am I to crush a fellow singer’s dream? Especially one as beautiful and adorable as her, just look at her!” they all turned towards her. “Who knows, maybe we’ll get an additional family member in our rag-tag band.”

“Whoa wait hold on now you’re saying we need another person involved with Queen?” Roger snapped.

“I’m thinking broadly Roger dear. Don’t be so dramatic about it darling. Now then, are you three with me?” Brian, Roger and John looked at each other and Deacy was the first to speak up.

“You’ll never let it go either way. I’ll say yes.” Fred smiled before turning to Brian.

“I mean—” he sighed heavily. “Okay fine, she can come with us. But only if her parents say it’s okay.”

“Well blondie?” Fred questioned as he turned to Roger. Roger sighed heavily and said.

“I’m already ruled-out even if I say no.” Freddie cheered and hugged his bandmates before heading back over to (Y/n) to discuss his brilliant idea.

*My POV. 1 year later*

If you had told me that on the night I would perform my first original piece live before the people at Cowboys and then told me I would soon be standing before Queen, who not only saw me sing but also offered me the chance to perform alongside them, I would’ve called you crazy and laughed in your face.

But it happened. With Jensen’s and uncle Bobby’s approval I was able to tour the rest of the North American tour with Queen. I’ll admit it was frightening to perform in front of my first crowd of over 12,000 people, but once I got on that stage and just sang it felt good.

We had just gotten done doing a concert at the Hammersmith Odeon. As par-celebration we all headed to a nearby pub the guys had rented out for the night and anyone who was involved with the concert was invited to come.

By 1am everyone was either completely drunk and were passed out on the floor, or they were having sex in the bathrooms. Wanting to perk myself up, I went to the restrooms to splash some cold water on my face but before I could walk around the corner toward the sinks I heard some girls talking.

“I mean don’t get me wrong Roger is amazing especially in the sack but why would he allow someone like her on stage?”

“Yeah all those songs she sings are soooooo boring!” I peeked around to see that the girls who were talking were some of Roger’s groupies.

“Queen is just being dragged by that little bitch who can’t sing for shit.”

“All her songs about Jesus or God or whatever. She doesn’t fit with them. I think they just pitied her so she could go on stage and sing her little country songs.” It was a stab to the heart.

I raced out of the bathroom and tried to contain my tears. But it only got worse from there. Walking pass the men’s bathroom were a few of the roadies who were talking about me.

“She brings to band down don’t you think? I mean her songs just aren’t up to par with where Queen is at. In fact I’ve seen sales going down at our concerts because of her.”

“Dorothy should’ve just stayed in Kansas singing for pubs. She’s nowhere near concert stadium material.” At that point a few tears ran down my face.

Was I? Was I really that bad? Did the guys really pity me? Was this all a big joke to them? I ran out the back way and just ran down through the streets of London.

Not caring where I was going, or where I’d end up. I just figured the father I ran, the farther I would be away from those people and their cruel comments.

The next morning I was at my apartment (technically it was Freddie’s old apartment that he and his ex-girlfriend Mary had) lying on the couch holding the couch pillow close to me. The things that the groupies and even some of the roadies said last night still rang through my head like a church bell.

Maybe I should give it up. I mean after all like they said, no one really listens to me perform. So I decided to pack up my stuff and go back to America, back to Oklahoma, maybe try to get a job at Cowboy’s or something. As I was packing up my last bag, the door suddenly opened and I heard Roger’s voice call out.

“Oi (n/n) you here?” shit why did Freddie have to give out spare copies of the keys?

“(Y/n) you in here?” I then heard Deacy’s voice speak up. Oh great, not one but two of the Queens are here.

“Is everything okay poppet?” Brian’s voice echoed out. Great could this day get any worse?

“Everything’s fine.” I called out to them. I quickly came out of my room and shut the door before walking towards the living room. “Hey guys what’s up?”

“Well you disappeared from the party last night darling so we came to see just why that was?” Freddie said.

“You didn’t sneak off with anyone last night did yah?” Roger teased.

“No! I—I felt kinda tired after last night’s concert so I just took a cab home.” I gave them a white lie.

“Why didn’t you tell one of us you were leaving? You know how dangerous the streets can be at night.” Roger said as he plopped himself on the couch.

“I’m not some fragile flower Rog. I can handle myself.”

“I know you can. I just can’t help it sometimes, you’ve become like another sister to me, plus Jensen made me promise to keep an eye on you less he shoot me in the arse.” I rolled my eyes as I chuckled.

“(Y/n) dear~” Freddie sang out as he peeked from the hallway. “If you don’t have anyone here, then why is your door shut?” oh shit. I quickly turned towards him and he just grinned as he raced towards my room.

“Fred no! Don’t!”

“Oh so there is a handsome beast you’re trying to hide from us!” I ran behind him trying to stop him from getting in my room. “Oh-ho-ho this must be serious then, he not dressed or something?”

“No Freddie there’s no guy now please don’t go in my room!”

“Technically it was my room first so I get first—” he opened the door and that’s when he saw the suitcases. “What’s all this?”

“I didn’t want you guys to see that.”

“So what were you planning on leaving without saying goodbye!?” By now I’ve seen Fred literally explode on some major temper tantrums but this—this wasn’t anger. This was disappointment, and when Fred lowers his voice, looks you straight in the eye almost to the point where it’s like his eyes are piercing your soul, that really tears you up.

And you never want to make Freddie Mercury disappointed in you. Cause let me tell you, it is the worst.

“Fred—”

“No, no, no. Please I would like to know as well.” Roger’s voice soon rung out. I groaned internally as I turned to see the remaining three band members standing right outside my door.

Roger’s eyes glaring right at me with his arms crossed over his chest. Brian’s eyes in shock at seeing the suitcases, and Deacy—he looked like he was about to cry.

“Well!” Roger snapped impatiently.

“Hey Rog lay off on her will yah?”

“Brian are you not as upset as we are about this?!” Fred asked. At this point the three hotheads began screaming at each other. God this was a nightmare! I was hoping to just leave without any drama and now I’ve done and caused it! I held my hands to my ears and shut my eyes trying to drown out their shouting and screaming.

Next thing I know I feel a hand on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and there stands Deacy. His eyes soft, not looking at me in anger or disappointment. He gestured with his head to follow him and the two of us snuck out of my room.

We both sat down on the couch, him sitting close to me as his arm wrapped around me.

“Do you want some tea?” he asked me. I shook my head no.

“Umm…..I don’t know if I’ve totally ruined this but—could I get a hug?” a soft smile spread across his face and immediately his arms wrapped around me.

“You know you will always get a hug out of me sis.”

Since Deacy and I were the youngest members of the band, we kinda clicked more than the rest. Guess our shy natures also kinda mixed in together so we kinda had our own special psychic bond with each other. We always knew what the other was thinking or needed, we would pull the other aside when things got too chaotic (just like now cause I never liked getting or hearing fights).

His fingers stroked through my hair as I adjusted my head so that it rested over his heart. We sat there in comfortable silence (well besides the still arguing hotheads in my bedroom).

“I’m not good enough for you guys.” I finally confessed.

“What?”

“I—I heard some of Roger’s groupies and even some of your roadies literally talk about how I don’t fit with you guys. That I’m not even that good. Or that you guys just pitied me in order to help me get on stage.”

“I knew those tramps would be trouble.” I heard him mutter.

“But they’re right.”

“No they’re not.”

“Open your eyes Deacy!” I removed myself from his embrace. “My music and Queen’s music they just—don’t mix. I don’t do hard rock songs like you guys do. No rock fans are gonna wanna hear me sing just plain country or folk songs for 20 minutes. They’ll just be going out to get beer or go shag till you guys come up. I’m boring!”

“You’re not boring. Those arseholes are boring. If they can’t withstand a 20minute first act then they shouldn’t even be at one of ours. Because we most certainly perform longer than that.”

“Well you guys give a performance, not just a show. For me; it’s just me and my guitar. I mean yeah there’s people that may like a song or two from mine. Hell you guys allowed me to have a song on A Day at the Races and News of the World. But—in person I’m plain.”

“You’re raw.” I looked up at him confused. “I don’t mean raw in the sense of bad or disgusting. I mean you’re vulnerable. You don’t do the flashy lights, the loud hard rock of drums, or extremely, overbearing, long ass guitar solos.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that. “It’s just you up on that stage. Just you and your guitar.”

“And people should see you as that.” We looked up and finally ceasing their arguments, Freddie, Roger, and Brian now stood there. Freddie came up behind me, Brian knelt down in front of me, and Roger sat to my right.

“But they don’t.” Freddie began to massage my shoulders.

“Darling when I first heard you sing back in the states, It was like anything I’ve ever heard in a female singer. You have this rawness that can make anything a song. You could write a song about taking the piss and it’d be a hit.” I rolled my eyes.

“More like a flush down the sewers.”

“Oi you need to stop with the negative thinking!” Roger playfully growled as he took my head between his hands and playfully shook it, almost as if he were trying to shake out the negative thoughts out of my head. I couldn’t help but laugh at his antics as I tried to free myself.

“Cut it our Rog!” I laughed. He stopped then said as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Forget about what those rotter’s said. Never, ever doubt your talent. Because you have got something that not even Queen could ever have.”

“And just what is that?” I asked doubtfully.

“Rawness. Like John said, it’s just you up on stage. Most of the rockstars like us come up glammed out to the max, prance about the stage and do the headbanging hits. You—you connect with the audience just as yourself. And if people can’t see that, then they’re fools.”

“So you guys didn’t pity me when you asked me to join you guys?”

“Absolutely not! Whoever says that you just tell me and they’ll be dropped like yesterday’s rotten tomatoes.”

“Thanks you guys. I—I really needed that.”

“Hey, you’re part of this family now. We look out for each other.” Brian said as he gently took my hands in his, his thumbs gently stroking the back of them.

“There’s just one last thing that needs to be taken care of to ensure you’re feeling your normal happy self again.” Freddie said.

Oh no. Please not that! At this point all four of them had the look of evil on their faces.

“No. Guys don’t you dare!”

“Too late lovie, we gotta make sure you’re back to your full-fledged happy self again. And we’ve got Jensen to thank for sharing with us your deep, dark secret.” I tried to make a run for it but it was too late, Brian trapped me in his long arms and soon I was gang tickled by Queen.

A couple weeks after that, we had just gotten done playing an arena in Houston, Texas. Wiping the sweat off of my forehead (after not only doing a few of my own songs, but also joining alongside Queen playing guitar or piano) I accidentally bumped into someone.

“Oh sorry I—wasn’t paying attention.”

“That’s quite alright. Say you’re the young woman who just performed alongside Queen correct?” this man had a strong Tennessee accent. From underneath his cowboy hat I could see sandy blonde hair and he had the most striking blue eyes. He looked to be about his mid-40’s.

“Yes.” I said wearily.

“Oh sorry I know this must seem a bit creepy, please allow me to introduce myself. Stan Singer.” Wait what? Oh my god!

“Wait, Stan Singer? The Stan Singer, manager of Glen Campbell?”

“The very same, you a fan of his?”

“Yeah. My—my daddy first introduced me to him when I was just 5 years old.”

“Man has good taste.” We both laughed. “How long have you been performing with Queen?”

“A year.”

“A year? Now that I don’t believe.”

“Well truthfully I’ve been performing on stage back home in Oklahoma for a few years at a bar a family friend of mine owns. Cowboy’s.”

“No kidding. I was just there last month.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Quite a shindig that place.”

“Oh yeah, it gets crazy some days. But it’s the best place to go to.”

“Listen (Y/n), While I have enjoyed managing Glen and don’t get me wrong he’s a great guy and a great singer. I’m also looking out to see if there’s a next big thing I could help mold. And seeing you up on stage, you’ve got that special little niche in the realm of country singers. How about joining me for lunch so we can discuss a contract.”

“Me? You—you want to sign me up for a record deal?” I asked ecstatically.

“You’ve got something I’ve never heard from any male artist. Here’s my card, just give me a call whenever you’re ready to talk.” He handed me a business card and said his goodbyes as he tipped his hat at me.

Wow I—I can’t believe it. I’m actually gonna get a real shot with my own manager. And Glen Campbell’s manager, nonetheless. I can’t believe this is actually happening to me.

Wait….what about the guys? What would they say? Would they be mad if I took this deal? Left them when we’ve already grown so close with each other?

During our bus ride to the next city of New Orleans, I was looking at Stan’s card debating whether I should call him or not.

“What’s that?” Roger spoke up. He soon plopped down beside me with his arm over me. “Ooh a name and phone number! Already got yourself a groupie huh?” he teased as he nudged my shoulder.

“No Roger it’s nothing like that.” I nudged him back.

“Hey did I just hear (Y/n) got someone’s name and phone number?” Deacy soon piped in peeking his head from the curtains of his bunkbed.

“(Y/n) you sly little minx.” Freddie teased. Oh man was I really not gonna miss this.

“Alright you guys lay off of her will yah. Now just who was it that gave you their phone number (Y/n)? Will there need to be any—talks we need to do with this boy?” Brian said.

“I already told Roger Bri, it’s not like that.”

“Then what is it? I mean normally a guy wouldn’t give you his number unless he wants a date or something else.” Roger spoke. Deacy came up and slapped Roger over the head. “Ow! What was that for?”

“For being an idiot.”

“It’s a business card guys! For Stan Singer. Glen Campbell’s manager.”

“Wait I’ve heard of that guy. Yeah he’s like one of the best country singers out there.” Roger said.

“Yeah. Well Stan actually saw the show tonight and well he—he offered to be my manager. He wants to sign up a contract with me.”

“Oh my god darling yes!” Freddie cheered as he came up and embraced me tightly.

“Congratulations (Y/n).” praised Brian.

“But—” I started off. Fred separated from me and he said.

“But what dear? You’re finally on your way! This should be a celebration!”

“But what about us? You guys? What if—what if this is the last time we’ll ever see each other?” at that point the guys grew quiet. They looked at each other and that’s when Deacy spoke up.

“The future is uncertain. Maybe someday we will meet again. But (Y/n), if you don’t take this shot now you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

“It’s like Deacy’s song says. Time to spread your wings and fly away.” Brian said as he placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. I looked between the four of them and they all had the same look.

Acceptance and love.

I felt my eyes watering up and I choked out.

“I’ll miss you guys.” They immediately hugged me and told me they would miss me too. We remained in that group hug for the rest of the night till we arrived in New Orleans later the next day.

As soon as we got to the hotel, the guys sat with me as I called Stan up and told him that I would like to have lunch with him to discuss the contract. Stan agreed to fly down to New Orleans and once that date was made, the guys brought me in one last final group hug telling me how proud they were of me, that they loved me and knew that I would become big in my own way.

On June 27th, 1977 I preformed my last concert with Queen as their opening act and the following day, I met with my new manager Stan Singer and together we went over the rules of my contract.

By the end of the 1970’s into the 1980’s my name had flown to the top of the charts in country artists. So far in the 3 years of my growing career I had toured America twice for my 2 albums I had released under Sony records.

As I expected I was mostly popular in the southern states where country music reigned supreme on the radio. But I did have some fans in the northern, Mid-west and western countries but I mostly toured around the South.

I was now performing back in my home state of Oklahoma to an arena of 20,000 people. I had just gotten done preforming my biggest hit “Jesus take the wheel” and everyone went crazy for it.

“Thank you!” I turned and saw one of my roadies hand me a stool and I thanked him before setting it down right at the edge of the stage. I adjusted the mic stand as I sat down. “This is a new song that I wanted to do especially for you my home sweet home. So you guys will be the first to hear this song coming up on my next album.” The crowd cheered. “But this song is also dedicated to four special men in my life. Without them—I wouldn’t even be up on this stage before all of you. It’s called Ready now.”

Then with just me on the guitar I began to sing my newly finished song “Ready now”. As I sang the song, during the long instrumental breaks, I thought back to the guys.

All the fun memories I had with them while on the road with them. Being there with them during their recordings, getting to do a song on their albums, or hanging out at the bars together after the shows.

Play video

You saw through me All this time I'd forgotten People are kind

I was hurting And you knew So you showed me What to do

You said, "I will listen Tell it all When you're finished We'll talk more"

But I didn't know how So we took it in turns And to my surprise We found my words

Feet firm on the ground We stood hand in hand The world seemed to tell me That I have a plan

Together we sang I'm ready now

Something new Something strange Ten feet taller I had changed

I believe you I'm not wrong Oh it suits me To feel strong

You said, "I will listen Tell me it all You don't like the ending Then we'll find on that's yours"

Oh, how did you know That's all we need A promise of hope Is enough to feel free

Feet firm on the ground We stood hand in hand And I told the world That I have a plan

Together we sang I'm ready now

By the end of the song, I heard the crowd cheer and as I looked up at the ceiling I did a silent thank you to the boys. Even though we would never see each other in our career’s again, I would always keep their memories alive in my heart and mind.

Without them, I would never have been ready to even get to this point. And I will always be grateful to Queen.

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you’re my favorite by kortney snead inspired by cardigan, taylor swift

I remember when it happened.

“vintage tee, brand new phone” -

I wore his worn out tee while walking through my aunt’s garden. A shiny smile alit on my face, black lipstick matched my heeled boots, the paper was tossessed about another political sex scandal was looming. I scrolled through my phone and I landed on his instagram. Thoughts assaulted my mind. I remembered how he would come over to my house just to put his hand under my jacket to calm me down or kiss me better when I was sick. But most of all I remembered his cardigan and how he let me keep it.

He talked to everyone but I was only his true friend, I think. There were two girls he liked and ultimately he ended up with me. We played hide and seek under the dock near the cul de sac and as we grew up he would sleep over on the weekends. As we slept I could feel his heart and I wanted it for twenty lifetimes. That’s when he gave me the cardigan, right when he woke up because I was chilly. It had its own perfume. I never took it off.

Kissing in his MG B that he refused to sell and in my favorite bar was all I needed. He replaced my scars with worn out luck but then I was back to bleeding. I thought I knew him.

He took the train to hell and brung our relationship with him. His marks everlasting on my body with no way to erase them. He tried to change our finale but he didn’t want to grow up and I couldn’t live like that. He left me like my father and was off on a continuous cycle like water.

But I was young and my mom said “When you’re young you should know nothing.”

But I knew he’d linger like time. I knew his face was in all of my what-if’s. I knew he had cursed me for the thousandth time. I knew everything when I was young. I knew that we did stupid things when we were young. I knew he made a mistake. He was only a young gun and I knew he’d come back to me.

He’d come stand on my front porch, historical guitar laid on his knee. I knew I would invite him in. I knew I’d kiss him and forgive his sin. I knew we would live long because I knew everything when I was young.

And he came back to me.

“you put me on and said I was your favorite -

“What you thinking ‘bout darling?” My husband inquired, his shaggy dark hair and sea blue eyes filled with the voice of a siren.

“Just about us.” I smiled, coffee in hand and my teal braids in a chaotic bun.

He smiled back and kissed me on the cheek. We went inside to watch the game which he knew he loved but didn’t want to admit it.

I still know everything and I’m not young.

#cardigan #taylor #huma #taylor swift is loved party #taylor swift #folklore #big vocab #FANFIC #finally 🤘😃

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18 and 20 for the meta asks? also I already commented on clip 3 but fr this clip was so good that was such a good execution of that scene and s5 has been so good and literally brightens my day thank u 💛 i hope you’re doing well

hi, thank you so much!!!!!!!! i hope you’re doing well too <3 <3

i am putting a read more because i am a rambley person, but underneath you will find talks of unused plot points, the parallels between the girl squad and the lad squad, and what taylor swift album(s) i believe each season has the vibe of.

tw for discussion of abuse, mental health problems, addiction and eating disorders

18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them.

skam brighton has. so many aus. because it itself is an au of an original work. me and two of my great writing friends have written a great numbers of aus including but not limited to riordian-verse, glee, doctor who, rwrb, trc, a murder mystery au, and many aus based on comfort media of mine that i started on never finished (house of anubis, barbie movies, etc.). and many of them are unironically so good???? @fingersmithbysarahwaters and @nightwing642 are incredibly talented screenwriters. but also i did write a screenplay adaptations of the first two books in the raven cycle series and 2/3s of rwrb for no reason other than fun and autism.

as for skam brighton. oh boy. not many plot points have been changed, but some certain scenes/character moments were changed. for example, the scene in season 2 episode 8 where liz has a meltdown at the shopping centre and she has a heart to heart with mary was originally liz having a meltdown and running into al in the sensory room. but i wanted to hold back on revealing al as a main character until season 3.

also in the og season 3, jake and al didn’t break up. as i was finishing the season, i was getting ideas for how i wanted the series to develop (james’s crush on al namely) so i thought it would be good for both of their developments for them not to end up together. also in season 3 i hadn’t planned for jake to move house originally, so there was a scene in the finale episode of the lad squad hanging out, but it got cut because it just didn’t make sense.

in season 4, al and bree were a lot meaner to each other originally, because i love it when it gets busy at the brighton and the gay people get mean, but then i thought about it and decided it was out of character for both of them to be downright cruel. al and bree also had a scene in season 4 that was cut due to just not making sense.

also, in season 5, the “inner white girl” scene originally wasn’t in the show at all, but one day i was listening to the song, and about a week before the episode came out, i wrote it. also, bree wasn’t written to be a she/they until literally the day of putting the clip out because i thought it would be cool. that’s it :)

also the way i write is that i write the full clip out in a google doc and then edit it in ao3 about an hour before i put it out, so a lot of changes happen there. just small things, like making dialogue flow better, changing certain songs because i just want to, and sometimes adding in new sequences that i just thought of.

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

oh!!!! there!!!!! is!!!!!

personally, my favourite thing to write is little symbolic moments that make me happy because i play 4d chess in my head with myself every time i write.

before i go off, i must say, so many hints and clues have been dropped for season six so far. season six has been my favourite season to write and i’m already planning a spin-off project based on it to write, and it’s gonna be starting sooner than you think.

so a piece of writing i’ve been thinking about lately is the parallels between the girl squad and the lad squad. before i begin to go off, these are the characters i think parallel each other the most.

jake - sandy james - bree nick - rori theo - esther al - liz

jake and sandy is quite an obvious parallel to draw - both are football players, both begin the series closeted and having a close relationship with bryan - but their personalities are quite similar. both of them are closer with their mother than their father, both use their relationships as a method of protection, and both are afraid of of societal rejection at the beginning of the series. they also both discovered their sexualities and mental health issues over the course of their seasons, and both of their love interests are more outgoing theatre kids. jake and sandy’s relationship is also so interesting to me - because they start as very awkward friends, and jake tries to help sandy by making bryan break up with her, but outs her in the process, and sandy doesn’t want to forgive him. she takes her time and comes to terms with it on her own and decides to forgive him because sandy’s just a sweetheart - and this also parallels the way jake takes his time to forgive his mother. also, in their friend groups, they’re both the newcomer to them, and we get the introductions to the group dynamics in their seasons, and in the later seasons, they’re both a lot more relaxed as they’re in recovery <3

james and bree are also very similar characters. both have problems with substance abuse, both have promiscuous reputations, both have both mommy and daddy issues. they are both dean girls, to put it in spn terms. they’re both very funny, and use humour to cover up their struggles. both are dealing with a lot of mental illness and, throughout the series, it becomes more and more clear. they’re also both seen as “the hot ones” of their groups, with a lot of the characters canonically having small crushes on them (liz, rori and nick with james; rori, esther and annabell with bree). they’ve also both canonically hooked up with sophie. which i just think is fun. they also played mimi and roger together, which i think shows their parallels as addicts and people (with roger struggling with recovery and depression until the end, when he begins to get help, and mimi living the high life until it all crumbles down around her). they also share a want for independence and both are very sana-esque characters (james being middle eastern and religious, bree being the cool rebel girl in season 1).

nick and rori are both the “fun friend”. they’re both comedic relief in the early seasons, but we do get in depth with them as the show goes on. in grease, they play james and bree’s love interests (which is ironic, as rori and bree get together and nick is in love with james), and in rent, they play angel and maureen, the two main comedic relief characters. both of them struggle to connect their asian identity with their british identity, and both struggle with how the world perceives them (nick with their gender presentation and rori with her eating disorder). they both struggle with toxic masculinity and toxic femininity and use humour to cover up their struggles.

theo and esther are similar in the fact that they’re the squad members we know the least about. they’re both jewish, they’re both the mum friend of their respective groups, they’re both autistic and they’re both quite nerdy. they’re the most grounded member of their respective groups and tend to take charge and help make decisions. they’re also both quite sarcastic and very firm in their opinions.

al and liz are parallels simply because they are both nooras and vildes. they’r eboth autistic, they’re both the odd one out in their friend groups - liz being a lot more serious than the girl squad, al being a lot more in his own little world than the lad squad. they’re both very blunt and straight forward and say whatever they’re thinking.

also just some of my favourite bits of foreshadowing: nick being bitchy to liz throughout season 2 because they’re in love with james….. al talking about his sister to jake in season 3 and whenever al talks to the girl squad, bree insults him or walks away…… in season 4 episode 1, audrey mentions bree’s cousin is pregnant and then when bree finds out the results of her pregnancy test, oh no by marina plays (i’m now becoming my own self fulfilling prophecy)....... nick and all of his gender stuff throughout the series……. just all of the character stuff with grease and rent….. also just bree and rori’s whole relationship arc because it has everything. queerbaiting. subverting expectations. musical homoeroticism. a little cheating for fun. and they were best friends. honestly bree and rori season 3 is very august by taylor swift…… you weren’t mine to lose……..

speaking of, no one asked by here’s each season of skambr and the taylor swift albums they’re most like.

season 1 - debut/fearless

bro sandy is just such a debut/fearless era person. she’s looking for her place in this world!!!!!! she has the teardrops on my guitar energy (quite literally sandy pre-canon voice i bet he’s beautiful that boy she talks about and he has everything that i have to live without about bryan and sophie)..... the fun giggly crush songs that are deeply homoerotic….. esther season 1 voice the entirety of you belong with me. like esther really made a deeper connection with sandy in one month that bryan did in years of knowing her. sandy also is the type of person to stan love story, she just thinks it’s such a fun song and she does yell the key change every time it comes on.

season 2 - speak now/lover

elizabeth!!!!! liz is the type of person who only liked old taylor and then got internalised misogyny and then got over it and loves taylor again. the story of us is canonically a liz/rori song…. yes i am still a liz/rori subtext warrior….. liz is very never grow up and dear john is a very her and james song in the fact that they both relate to it……. when they bonded over their trauma “don’t you think i was too young”...... also lover is a liz season 2 album because it’s about liz learning that love is the most important thing in the world….. liz voice i want to be defined by the things that i love. also the archer is just a skam brighton song because it is an isaac song. also i’m just gonna say it. i like me! it’s a good song when brendon urie isn’t in it, you all are just afraid of having fun. also though liz in season 5 is very better than revenge because, while her season is about unlearning your internalised prejudices, i believe she deserves to be misogynistic for 3 minutes 37 seconds.

season 3 - red

now this is controversial. this season is about depression, grief and anger, and these feelings are red. literally jake voice so you were never a saint and i loved in shades of wrong we learn to live with the pain mosaic broken hearts….. like treacherous….. holy ground….. the whole country pop vibe….. the bitchy songs mocking people’s perceptions of the singer….. 22 is a lad squad song…. also jake voice i remember it all too well but it’s about his father’s abuse and his mother’s neglect…… like the whole season is just jake getting to the point where he is at “begin again”. also i feel like jake would like red because he spent a lot of time watching taylor swift music videos as a youth both because he liked the music and had crushes on the guys in them, and he feels red is the perfect middle between the country and the pop and the indie and he just really likes being sad.

season 4 - reputation

bree big reputation holland!!!!!!!!! she has it all - the romantic drama, the hatred of men, the fucking homoeroticism. bree stans the reputation tour and they have made the entire holland-fletcher family watch it on their netflix (al fucking loved it because he’s a canon swiftie, audrey had a fun time, patrick was a little confused, but has the spirit). listen bree “i did something bad”. bree “look what you made me do”. bree and rori “new year’s day”. bree voice i swear i don’t love the drama, it loves me!!!!!!!!! like the reason the season has a lot of reputation songs and ends with daylight from lover is a metaphor for bree leaving their reputation era…. also reputation has she/they vibes

season 5 - 1989

1989 my best friend 1989!!!!!!! i am coming out here as a 1989 (deluxe) stan. it’s just a serotonin album for me and it is just so nick. the mocking songs about their reputation…… the genuinely deeply depressing homoerotic songs that have fun upbeat music…… the cars….. also clean is just such a nick song. he is in recovery, he is just so personal to me. also nick voice one night he wakes strange look on his face pauses then says you’re my best friend and you knew what it was he is in love!!!!!!! nick canonically in love with all of their best friends braxton!!!!! also nick feels like a 1989 stan because they just have those fun energies. nick WILL scream the spoken part of shake it off at the top of his lungs. also new romantic is just a skamverse song in general. also just. out of the woods. no reason for me to say it other than it’s one of my favourite songs of all time.

season 6 - folklore/evermore

no evermore is not out yet. yes i am claiming it for season 6. see taylor has said that these albums are all about telling stories/fairy tales and that’s what season 6 is about. i cannot wait until next friday when the main and my plans for the hiatus are revealed…….. genuinely i do not know how anyone perceives skam brighton so i don’t know who people think the next main is, but…… i can only describe the state of me writing this season as the various ambiguous disorder gifs.

#skam brighton #skam brighton spoilers #what's up i've been a swiftie since i was 3 fucking years old and i will be loud about it!!!!!!!!#also i do love my funny little people i play with in my head (the skambr main squad) they are my dearest friends i would do anything for the #them

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Queen In Argentina -“Pelo” Magazine- March 1981 (28th February, 1981 Concert’s Review) Part 1

“Thanks to Queen, now everybody knows that...We are the champions” (This is a reference to the Football World Cup 1978, celebrated and won by Argentina).

Many will never know. Some media (enthralled by the light of the spectacularity) will prefer the superficial, will diffuse tons of empty shells. They will say for example that the 28th of February 1981 was "the great night of Queen", that they put on "a show", that "it was an explosion of the most modern technology."

Some of that is likely to be part of the truth. But what no one will say, what they won't want to know is that Queen's tour is the definitive and irreversible triumph of rock and its audience in Argentina. And that they know the two hundred thousand people who made this tour possible and the one hundred of thousands who will live their circumstances. In each of these hearts, with that heartbeat that is so close to the essence of rock, the certainty and conviction grew that through Queen now everyone will know - even if they don't recognize it - that "We are the champions".

This rock music and this romantic audience that loves it, that were ignored, bastardized and mistreated by the big media for years and years, which were relegated from broadcasting, who endured the nicknames of “music-noise” and "deaf”, can not stop watching with a smile the madness of the press: the television trying to "capture the show", the newspapers and the weeklies "dead" with the art of Queen, the radios screaming "Queen” and “rock and roll” all over the air. Isn't it very touching to see all the big ones marveling at rock? But everything is fine. Let's open the way, let's just let the newcomers feel the embrace of joy, of love and of the avant-garde of this music. Let's be proud and let's enjoy a little vanity to have been right: Let's forgive them.

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The Arrival

Surely not even the promoters of Queen's arrival to Argentina themselves, had an exact dimension of what the group's visit was going to provoke in the country. Since the very moment of their arrival, the band provoked a popular commotion like never had happened with any artist before.

The first symptom of this situation manifested itself on the day of Queen’s arrival to Ezeiza International Airport. There it congregated several hundred of fans of the band and more than thirty others television journalists, newspapers and magazines from the capital and the interior.

Since very early the enthusiastic followers nervously waited for the arrival of their favorite group. carrying posters, banners, magazines. or simply a photo of Queen. The tension grew as time went by, accentuated when it became obvious that the band would arrive with almost an hour of delay.

Half an hour before the arrival of the flight that brought Queen from Rio de Janeiro, the journalists were lead to the VIP lounge where they could make their first contact with the band. Outside the hall, the public was struggling to get in, and there were some scenes of nervousness that didn't get any bigger. With faces fatigued from tiredness. John Deacon. Freddie Mercury, Roger Taylor and Brian May made their entry in that order. After pose for the photographers they agreed to make some statements regarding the trip and expectations for the concerts.

Three girls, who skillfully managed to circumvent the surveillance (with the final assent of the organizer), couldn't repress the emotion that the moment woke in them, and one of them had a nervous breakdown that end up in grief stricken crying.

The same scenes were repeated in the airport’s hall. Those who had seen the musicians talked in the face of the ecstatic gaze of others. The quartet then dive into a caravan of cars waiting for them at the edge of the track, and they left to downtown.

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The Making

Exactly a week before Queen came onstage, the setting up of the giant stage that hosted them during their three performances in Buenos Aires. Aires began. On Monday, a hundred people began to work in the stadium, including English, American and Argentine technicians and assistants. Slowly, like an immense tower of Babel, they began to erect the structures that would prop up the gigantic stage. Using three mobile cranes they set up each of the stages to build the roof of the stage. In the middle of the week, the impression was that the day of the first concert was going to come quite tightly, partly because of the delay in the arrival of some teams, and also because of the embarrassing heat that was registered in those days.

Friday was the day of the band’s arrival, and the huge stage was already mounted in its totality. In the early hours of the night, the group arrive at the stadium for a television interview. Immediately they went to the playing field to check the state of the works personally, but they had to take shelter when the storm began . Shaking off a few drops of rain May told us: “I hope it won't be like in England, because back there when it starts..."

With great haste all attendees covered the equipments with large pieces of plastic, and avoided taking contact with the equipment that was connected. Saturday dawned cool, and the first lights of the morning surprised a group of technicians who worked all night. Everything had to be ready for the dress rehearsal at mid-afternoon. And so it was. At three o'clock in the afternoon, Queen came up and checked sound and effects, especially the operation of the seven hydraulic cranes that make up the main lighting system. Very tired, but satisfied, the roadies enjoyed a well-deserved break in the sun. Rarely surprising was the effectiveness and precision with which all the members of the technical crew worked on this real clockwork machine that is Queen.

On Saturday afternoon, Queen checked sound for almost an hour and a half. The group arrived at the stadium at 14:45 and immediately set to work alongside their assistants and sound engineers. The check began with a series of percussive passages by Taylor and continued with May's scores. So on were testing every single one of the instruments and microphones, for then play "Save Me”, "Death On Two Legs", "Play The Game” and "Love Of My Life."

After each song, the band gave instructions to their assistants regarding the details to be adjusted. Taylor was especially concerned about his vocal team and May about his acoustic guitar. During the sound check, the volume of the tape that plays the operatic voices of 'Bohemian Rhapsody' was also adjusted. Once Deacon, May, Taylor and Mercury were pleased with all the technical aspects (including the theatrical effects, which were also checked), they retired to recognize the dressing rooms and then returned to the hotel.

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I'm so happy that you love Folklore too! It's not just my favorite Taylor Swift album, but easily one of by favorite albums, full stop :) Here's a fun challenge: which Folklore songs remind you of a certain ship? So is there a Folklore song that makes you think of literati? Another one that makes you think of a Grey's ship? A third that makes you think of Elizabeth/Darcy? A fourth that reminds you of Klaroline and - I'll shut up, you get the idea :) Pick any Folklore songs/ships you want!

Taylor Swift’s latest album is a masterclass of musical poetry and storytelling. Rarely do I download every song a musician puts out on a new album (I tend to pick and choose), but I can genuinely say I never hit DOWNLOAD so fast in my life before than I did with Folklore! I love all sixteen tracks! I’ve been listening to them on a loop for two days straight and I imagine that’s likely to continue for the foreseeable future.

Also, YASSS! That is a fun challenge! It’s also one I can manage because I’ve been thinking about how certain songs/lyrics apply to many of my ships since I first started listening anyway. Prepare yourself. This is gonna be long. 😁

Okay SO, for Literati...

If I’m angling to lean into s3-s6 angst that was Rory and Jess at that point in the OG series, then I’d say the 1 is a good fit. That song has the same energy as someone who’s writing a goodbye letter to a loved one that will never be sent. It’s cleansing. Cathartic. An exorcism of feeling. It absolutely reeks of regret and longing with just a touch of look-back-over-your-shoulder-and-wish, just wish, that things could have been different:

“But we were something, don't you think so?”

“And if my wishes came true It would've been you“

“But it would've been fun If you would've been the one”

However, if I’m in more of a They’ll Come Back to Each Other mood with Literati then I think this is me trying screams Rory and Jess. That song emanates nostalgia! It’s haunting in tone (with the echoes, with some slight vibrato). The lyrics bleed with feeling, with emotion that should have rusted long ago but hasn’t. Love is still as red as it was at the beginning of everything only now...only now there’s realization and an attempt at atonement for past mistakes...

“I didn't know if you'd care if I came back I have a lot of regrets about that Pulled the car off the road to the lookout Could've followed my fears all the way down And maybe I don't quite know what to say But I'm here in your doorway“

It's hard to be anywhere these days When all I want is you You're a flashback in a film reel On the one screen in my town (the town, of course, made me think of Stars Hollow)

I just wanted you to know That this is me trying At least I'm trying

For Darcy and Elizabeth, I think seven works well for them in spots. If you listen to the song, there’s a little bit of an echoey timber to the way Taylor sings it and that gave me the sense of how classic love stories/literature kind of ripple across time, you know? How the pages may crinkle or yellow over the years, but they still leave their mark. Plus, there’s also the piano in the background. Almost feather light. It mixes with what sounds like violins in places. Idk, it has a slight P&P 2005 vibe about it to me:

“Please picture me in the weeds Before I learned civility” >> (Because did Darcy learn civility before or after Lizzie eviscerated him mid-proposal at Rosings? Did Lizzie learn to temper her prejudice before or after Lydia ran away with Wickham?)

“Passed down like folk songs Our love lasts so long“ >> (Elizabeth says herself she’s going to be happier than Jane because “[she] laughs; [her sister] only smiles.”)

I have a couple for Klaroline, too. hoax jumped out at me for them first because it’s layered with darkness and angst. The imagery pops. It’s all smoking guns and eclipsed suns and screaming on cliffsides; which, for a pair of supernaturals, and for an Original who has a history of leaving blood in his wake, I think some visuals of misery and violence are a fitting thing. I’m also obsessed with the piano in this. The way she strokes her fingers over the keys - quick tap, tap, taps then a slow one or two in places - gives you a sense of running. It’s a great parallel to her lyric about “sleepless nights.” Here are some other Klaroline-heavy lyrics in this song:

“You knew it still hurts underneath my scars From when they pulled me apart But what you did was just as dark Darling, this was just as hard As when they pulled me apart” >> (This whole section just booms with “I’ve shown kindness. Forgiveness. Pity. For you, Caroline It was all for you” energy.)

“Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in Don't want no other shade of blue But you No other sadness in the world would do“

peace is the other song that had me crying in Klaroline. I like the softness of it, the vulnerability. I imagine it more from Klaus’s perspective, though, because it strikes me as more confessional in nature. Like it’s a revelation that’s being dragged across his teeth and he wants to scream. Almost as if these aren’t necessarily feelings he wants to share, or wants known, but there’s just no holding them back now. He’s thrown off the lid. Caroline needs to be able to walk toward him with her eyes wide open, so he only speaks truth, he only speaks honesty now. Similar to hoax, this song has darker imagery as well. There’s fire and fences and trenches and all that jazz:

“Your integrity makes me seem small You paint dreamscapes on the wall“ >> (Same energy as “you’re strong, beautiful, full of light.”)

“And you know that I'd Swing with you for the fences Sit with you in the trenches” >> (basically a promise that he’d fight FOR her and WITH her)

“But I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade ocean wave blues come All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret“ >> (THIS IS THE PART THAT HITS ME THE MOST BC so much of Klaus’s love is shown not spoken, so yeah, he dies for her in secret all. the. time. already. There are 5 other ways I could interpret that as well. But I will spare you haha)

“The devil's in the details

“Would it be enough If I could never give you peace?” >>With supernatural enemies everywhere, there won’t be much peace, will there?

I get walloped with Braime/Jaime and Brienne feels every time I listen to epiphany. Like, it’s actually rude how much this song makes me think of them. I can close my eyes and hear their swords clanging, taste the blood of their injuries on my tongue; feel the ash claw their throats, sting their eyes. Just--ah! The two of them serving, fighting back-to-back, two knights with an unspoken oath to protect a love they haven’t even voiced out loud yet...*cries*

“Only twenty minutes to sleep But you dream of some epiphany Just one single glimpse of relief To make some sense of what you've seen

“With you, I serve With you, I fall down Down Watch you breathin' Watch you breathin' out Out“

invisible strings makes me think of Shirbert/Anne and Gilbert. I love the pluck of guitar strings and how it has this air of innocence and sunshine and green grasses about it even though it’s being told/sung from a hilltop of experience. There’s so much imagery in this song, so much color and figurative language, that I can’t help but think it’s perfect for our imaginative dreamy-eyed girl and the boy who’s adored her since he first tugged her pigtails and called her Carrots in that schoolroom:

“Green was the color of the grass Where I used to read at Centennial Park >> (Can’t you just picture Anne lying in the grass, a book in her hand, flowers in her hair?) I used to think I would meet somebody there Teal was the color of your shirt When you were sixteen at the yogurt shop“

“Time, curious time Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs Were there clues I didn't see?“

“Wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold Tied me to you“ >> (Love the warmth and vibrancy of this. The wool makes me think of Avonlea blanketed in snow; the gold has me drinking sunshine, smelling goldenrod in October)

“Time, wondrous time Gave me the blues and then purple-pink skies“

“And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?“ (Love the idea of the string representing their friendship, how it never snipped. How it only braided together, growing tauter, closer, all the time.)

august hits me with a waterfall of Darvey/Donna and Harvey feels. There’s a wistfulness about this song that settles in my gut, twisting it with longing, with musings of all those Almosts in relationships that were so close to coming to fruition then never did. It’s so incredibly reminiscent of how Donna and Harvey toe the lie between friends and almost lovers who-are-nearly-there-but-not-quite for 12 years. IT HURTS SO GOOD.

“Back when we were still changin' for the better >> (THIS IS SO EMOTIONALLY RESONANT IT HURTS) Wanting was enough For me, it was enough To live for the hope of it all Canceled plans just in case you'd call”

But I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine >> (Obviously I’m swimming in the angst of this until my fingers get all pruny.)

Finally there’s mirrorball which is Jisbon/Jane and Lisbon all the way! It’s funny because when I first listened to Folkore I thought that’d be one of the last songs I’d pair with a ship?? YET HERE I AM. Jane was in the carnival circuit growing up and I cannot, for the life of me, stop attaching him to all the descriptions of the circus/revelry. So much of his schtick throughout the show comes down to trickery and observation, which he uses to size people up, and sarcasm, which he often employs as a defense mechanism to keep people at an emotional distance. I like the theme of this song for him and Lisbon. As the mirrorball, he’s shining his true self only for her. She’s the only person who sees his “shattered edges”; she’s not distracted by all his “glistening.” Here are my favorite lyrics that are applicable to them:

“I'm a mirrorball I'll show you every version of yourself tonight

“I can change everything about me to fit in You are not like the regulars The masquerade revelers Drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten” >> (Okay, so this makes me think Jane’s on camera confession to Erica Flynn: “I’m looking for someone who…uh, someone I can trust. Someone strong. Someone at peace with themselves. Someone better than me. Someone who knows the…worst side of me and still loves me.")

“And they called off the circus, burned the disco down When they sent home the horses and the rodeo clowns I'm still on that tightrope I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me”

“I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me“

I will stop there because otherwise I could sit here analyzing songs and ships for the rest of my life, boring you to tears haha. Thanks for this, lovely! (And obviously I’d love to hear some of your song/ship matchups as well!) xx

#what-would-jane-austen-say #replies #the loveliest of lovely people #ashlee bree talks folklore and ships #i didn't do all 16 songs #but i covered a good number of them #from literati to darcy and elizabeth #from klaroline to jaime and brienne #from shirbert to darvey to jisbon #not bad for a day's worth of obsessive music analysis and listening i think!

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