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✨🌙⭐️ when the clock strikes twelve… we’ll meet ourselves. ✨🌙⭐️
#germaine draws!#germaine edits!#mine#midnights#taylor swift#midnights edit#midnights prologue#tswift#meet me at midnight#tsedit#tswiftedit#taylorswiftedit
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I wonder if the "parts of you that only glow in the dark" might come up in the idea that she and Joe spent time being sent together and her wondering in 2019 if she could ever write breakup songs while happy and in love. It's the perception of someone with depression that the pain and misery are part of them, and with someone like Taylor who created art out of her own pain, I'd imagine she sometimes wondered if that pain was something she should be grateful for
that's partly how i take it! and that's threaded into dear reader, as well, this idea that she cuts herself open for us to learn from or feel seen - but in her darkest moments, she's a stumbling drunk lonely cursed mess. she's a mirrorball, reflecting what people want to see, trying so so hard to be loved, all the time, and people lean in with hunger to see her shattered edges glisten. she's no guiding light, but she shines so bright, like a mirrorball.
to me, it also harkens back to new romantics: we're on the road to ruin, we play dumb, but we know exactly what we're doing. there's excitement and drama in pain, or putting yourself in situations that will lead to hurt. as a young person, that's learning; as you get older, it can be self-sabotage.
also also, maybe part of you DOES light up in darkness, when you're doing things you're not supposed to. maybe another man's hand lights up your darkest nights, because your love has been frozen, promised to another. maybe you DO always wash your hands of your past relationships in a dark club, after you've left like an asshole outlaw. maybe you DO play with people's hearts, never say sorry, and like it.
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Hermann Hesse - Demian / Taylor Swift - Midnights (Prologue)
#I always thought this quote fits her well#all 'dear reader' girls relate to this#hermann hesse#demian#hermann hesse demian#taylor swift#taylor swift midnights#midnights 2022#midnights prologue#parallels
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Oh Cassie knew what she was doing alright
#barely finished the prologue and i have so many thoughts#yall will be subjected to my ramblings#like i know#no one wants to hear my thoughts#ya literature#ya books#ya lit#ya fiction#cassandra clare#tsc#shadowhunters#the shadowhunter chronicles#kit herondale#tda#lady midnight#the dark artifices#johnny rook
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“Don’t put me on display ‘cause you don’t own me. Don’t try to change me in any way”
“We twist in our self-made cages and pray that we aren’t—right this minute—about to make some fateful life-altering mistake… For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep the lanterns lit and go searching—hoping that just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve… we’ll meet ourselves.”
The entire Eras Tour is a commentary on fame. It isn’t just abt her masters, it’s abt Taylor Swift the brand. It’s abt her finally deciding to put her happiness before her fans. Gaga’s Applause followed by You Don’t Own Me. The Archer transitioning into Fearless w the lover house burning down. The seven spoken word poem. Don’t Blame Me/LWYMMD w the bird cage. Wildest Dreams/Bad Blood w the lover house burning down again. Giant Anti Hero Taylor screaming at the audience to see her. The (closet) door descending during Karma. The Late Night Edition that’s available exclusively at the shows w “Dear Reader you’re losing me.” It’s all addressed to the fans. She’s done being a mirrorball trapped in a display case.
#taylor swift#taylorswift#gaylor#gaylor swift#eras tour#willow mv#mirrorball#karma mv#ready for it mv#the late night edition#lover house#closeting#applause#you don’t own me#midnights#prologue#cages#fame
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hoping that just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve... we'll meet ourselves
- Taylor Swift, 'Midnights' prologue (2022)
#taylor swift#taylor nation#taylurking#ts midnights#midnights#taylor swift quote#taylor swift prologue#taylor swift midnights#meet me at midnight#taylornation#taylorswift#swifties#text#words#typography
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Taylor Swift becomes the FIRST soloist in history to simultaneously occupy the entire top 5 on the Vinyl Albums chart:
#1 1989 (Taylor's Version)
#2 Midnights
#3 folklore
#4 Speak Now (Taylor's Version)
#5 Lover
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#taylor swift#viny albums chart#swifties#taylorswift#taylor's version#taylor nation#1989 taylor's version prologue#midnights#folklore#speak now (taylor's version)#lover album
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Protection
Written for Solomon’s Birthday 2022!
Word count: 477
Description:
Why deal with your thoughts when you could throw yourself into work instead? At least, that's how Solomon deals with his feelings.
Can also be read on AO3 here!
Solomon keeps his hands busy and his mind busier. Magic is infinite and limitless, and even eternity hasn't satisfied his ambitions yet. There are too many things he wants to research, too much he wants to learn. Each success opens the way to new ideas; each failure still teaches him new lessons.
And it's a lot easier dreaming of new experiments than thinking about old ones.
His transgressions, his regrets, the prices he'd paid to achieve what he had -- they dangle at the edges of his thoughts, taunting him in his moments alone. So he doesn't leave himself with moments alone. He throws himself into another experiment, always working, always focused. It keeps the nagging whispers at the back of his mind, safely pushed away so he doesn't think about them too hard.
He examines the contents of the tube in his hand, swirling it to see how the properties of the crystal inside change as they make contact with the potion he'd poured inside. Purple edges slide to green, and pink bubbles push their way slowly up through the viscous liquid. Magic shimmers at his fingertips, pushing the liquid deeper into the crystal until the whole vial is filled with only rock and froth. Dumping the crystal out into his hand, it glows faintly with the same green glow, a color more grassy than eerie, and he can feel the lingering warmth of his magic against the sides.
Then, with a softly murmured incantation, it crumbles to pebbles in his palm. He pours the pieces into a small pouch, taking care not to spill a single one, and places that inside a small plush, in the shape of an adorable pink sheep that had reminded him of you.
It's the third protective charm he's put in it this week.
It hasn't escaped his notice how some of his pactmates -- not the ones he's befriended, like Asmodeus, but some of the others who still resent him, angrier demons like Berith and Zepar -- have been skulking around near you lately. He doesn't think they'll do anything to you, not really, not when you have pacts with seven of the most powerful demons in the realm yourself, and the support of the Devildom Prince to boot. But Zepar still holds a bitter grudge over the particular way Solomon obtained his pact, and well, he wouldn't put it past tricky devils to try to use you against him somehow.
A few more incantations, and the pouch of pebbles dissolves to fluff, indiscernible from the stuffing the toy already had. He'll give it to you next week -- it's cute and fluffy, and he's pretty sure you'll like it.
There's a knock at his door. "Solomon, I made you a sandwich! Remember to eat it, okay?" Simeon calls from outside.
He hardly even hears it. He's already working on the next one.
#mod chaos in the devildom#obey me#obey me!#obey me shall we date#obey me swd#obey me solomon#om! solomon#obey me solomon x reader#obey me solomon x mc#obey me fic#Obey me drabble#writings#drabble#happy birthday solomon#dammit this was supposed to be a quick birthday drabble but i think i wrote an ominous prologue chapter instead??#BUT i made it before midnight so whatever its fine!!
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I just read most of taylor’s album prologues, she is a literacy genius and some people who listen to her albums and immediately link each song to a boyfriend of hers, creates a fake narrative about her, or makes jokes about her songs ect, doesn’t know the full story behind them and how much they mean to taylor and what the album truely represents, and who it’s aimed at in terms of supporting others.
For instance, reputation isn’t fully about kanye or drama taylor has had, it’s about only ‘knowing the version of someone they have chosen to show you until you meet someone who will still choose you even when they see all the sides of the story, all of the kaleidoscope that is you’ I think this shows that when you’ve found the right person they will love you for who you are and focus more on yourself than rumours others might of made up about you.
or in the masterpiece, album of the year worthy album Midnights ; the most self-reflective album she has released, diving into her insecurities, guilt, shame, and fantasies which would be the kind of things would keep one up late at night thinking about. I think she created this album to express her feelings about certain subjects and made it so people can also relate to it. For example in Anti-Hero she tells the listener that she guided throughout all the things she hates about herself but it’s all the aspects of the things you dislike and like about yourself that you have to come to terms with if your going to be your person. This album highlights the fact that even though you might have people to talk to, you would rather deal with your problems by yourself and get carried away with emotions easily. Personally, i think this album makes me feel heard by people around me and made me realise you don’t have to suffer by myself and others are there to support you and also that i’m not the only one that’s going through what i’m going through.
All of Taylor’s album has a special meaning to it and i would suggest diving deeper into the core concept of them by reading the prologue or the lyrics carefully .
PS if you want to improve your grades in english i would recommend in reading the prologues because they’re a descriptive masterpiece. :))))) 🙃
#taylor swift#music#prologue#reputation#midnights#swifties#swifttok#album#pop album#backstory#Spotify
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a journey...
#kinda simple edit#but i was thinking about the prologue thing and this quote#and how there’s a side a and b and i wonder if there any connection#taylor swift#midnights#tswiftedits#ts#tswiftgif#tswiftedit#tsedit#midnights era#tswiftgraphic#tsedits#taylorswift#ts10#taylor swift edit#13swiftiesunite13#i love taylor#cardigan#style#ts edit#swifties#walkscornelia#taylor nation#editingts#i love you taylor
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i just have the image in mind already. tsukasa watching the final student council election debate and realizing that, unlike tori, he has not moved forward as much since last year
#if he instead feels happy for him then he's grown more than i thought#but i am a fan of his inferiority complex#i want to know who he voted forrrrrr#90% sure he voted tori as there weren't that many options in the end but how did he feel about it.#akira answer me#mar's midnight rambles#disclaimer i do think tsukasa has moved and achieved good things#but does he ?#after sudden death (+in white brim) he rly doesn't seem the most stable#akira. akira listen to me.#you like to start climax prologues with shock don't you#do you know immediately after what should it be set ? the white brim epil-
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i can’t even express how excited i am for rep tv… i go hard to every, and i mean every!! song on that album and reach peak levels of empowerment. i cannot believe we get 5 more tracks!! not to mention how kaylor coded it all is aghhh
#the gayest album imo#rep tv#kaylor#hoping for something a bit more fruity in that prologue 💅🏼#she’s so tall and handsome as hell#she’s so gorgeous it hurts#i want her midnights
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in the prologue of lady midnight Kit was so curious and happy to be at the shadow market, outgoing and flirty, but now? he was already closed off at the beginning of secrets of blackthorn hall and i imagine he won't be so open to talk to new people at all anymore in fear of anyone else being targeted because of him.
#just reread the prologue#it's my favorite#kit herondale#tda#lady midnight#kit rook#sobh#secrets of blackthorn hall#the dark artifices#twp#tsc
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series of events:
a writer's block begins and lasts approximately one month
i write something (crazy, but it happens) and it sounds nice
but the problem is that its in past tense
and i am a present tense type of guy
so as i try to write the real first scene in proper tense i just black out and i lose my ability to think of prose that flows well
i dump the low quality excerpt into my deleted scenes doc and close my eyes
writers block continues
#NGAAAJHHHH#i know that quote about just writing anyway to get all the built up gunk out of the way#maybe i just like to complain#i will survive this.... i have ideas to conjure into reality#fics to write...#a certain danceracha member to torture.....#ill probably post the past tense prologue in loose papers bc it is presentable but also#WHAT IF I WRITE THE REST OF IT#its midnight can you tell#eichatter
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What keeps you up at night?
It’s a momentary glimmer of distraction. The tiniest notion of reminiscent thought that wanders off into wondering, the spark that lights a tinderbox of fixation.
And now it is irreversible. The flame has caught. You're wide awake.
Maybe it's that one urgent question you meant to ask someone years ago but didn't. Someone that slipped through the cracks in your history, and they're too far cone now anyway. All the ghost ships that have sailed and sailed away, but at this hour, they've anchored in your harbor. They sit with flags waving, bright and beautiful. And it's almost like it's real
Sometimes sleep is as evasive as happiness. Isn't it mystifying how quickly we vacillate between self love and lathing at this hour? One moment, your life looks like a night sky of gleaming stars. The next, the fog has descended. Suddenly youre in the town you left behind all those years ago. The trees of your youth with the phantom memory echoes of your belly laughter, and the rope indentations of your old tire swing still on the branch. All the phone numbers you still know by heart but never call anymore. The boy's devastated face as he peeled out of your driveway. The family man he is now.
What must they all think of you
Why can't you sleep? Maybe you lie awake in the aftershock of falling heading into a connection that feels Ike some surreal cataclysmic event. Like spontaneous combustion, or seeing snow falling on a tropical beach. A lavender haze crush that feels like the crash of a wave.
Or was tonight the night you realized how solitary, how alone you really are, no matter how high you climb. The elevation just makes it colder.
Some midnights, you're out and you're buzzing with electric current - an adventurer in pursuit of rapturous thrill. Music blaring from speakers and the reckless intimacy of dancing with strangers. Something in this shadowy room to make you feel shiny again. On these nights, you know that there are facets of you that only glow in the dark.
Why are you still up at this hour? Because you're cosplaying vengeance fantasies, where the bad bad man is hauled away in handcuffs and you get to watch it happen. You laugh into the mirror with a red wine snarl. You look positively deranged.
Maybe you were trying to mastermind matters of the heart again. You've gotten lost in the labyrinth of your head, where the fear wraps its claws around the fragile throat of true love. Will you be able to save it in time? Save it from who? Well, it's obvious.
From you.
We lie awake in love and in fear and in turmoil and in tears. We stare at walls and drink until they speak back. We twist in our self-made cages and pray that we aren't - right this minute - about to make some fateful life-altering mistake. This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we pace and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep the lanterns lit and go searching. Hoping that just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve… well meet ourselves.
See you there. Midnight sharp.
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Fame and Art and Life and Love
a parallels post starring Dance Fever by Florence + the Machine and Midnights by Taylor Swift
***florence lyrics will be italicized // taylor lyrics will be bolded***
we argue in the kitchen about whether to have children, about the world ending and the scale of my ambition, and how much is art really worth? the very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most. but you need your rotten heart, your dazzling pain like diamond rings, you need to go to war to find material to sing. // all they keep asking me is if i'm gonna be your bride. the only kinda girl they see is a one-night or a wife. // he wanted it comfortable, i wanted that pain. he wanted a bride, i was making my own name, chasing that fame, he stayed the same. all of me changed like midnight. // fuckin' politics and gender roles and you're not sure and i don't know
i need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing, my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology // sometimes i feel like everybody is a sexy baby and i'm a monster on the hill. too big to hang out, slowly lurching toward your favorite city, pierced through the heart but never killed // everybody agrees, everybody agreesssssssssss
but a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape, just when you think you've got it figured out something new begins to take // all of me changed like midnight // you see all the wisest women had to do it this way, cause we were born to be the pawns in every lover's game
and i was never as good as i always thought i was, but i knew how to dress it up, i was never satisfied, it never let me go, just dragged me by my hair and get back on with the show // do you hear my covert narcissism i disguise as altruism like some kind of congressman? // i'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror, it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero.
sometimes i wonder if i should be medicated? if i would feel better just lightly sedated? // i said, "okay, but let's discuss this at the hospital" // when my depression works the graveyard shift all of the people i've ghosted stand there in the room // is it okay? is it you? or have they come to take me away?
i'm always running from something, i push it back but it keeps on coming, and being clever never got me very far // something different bloomed, writing in my room. i play my songs in the parking lot. i'll run away // i called a taxi to take me there // everything you lose is a step you take
something's comin', so out of breath, i just kept spinning and i danced myself to death // the pressure and the panic you push your body through // i should not be left to my own devices they come with vices and prices i end up in crisis // i hosted parties and starved my body
i came for the pleasure but i stayed (yes i stayed) for the pain // he wanted it comfortable, i wanted that pain
i thought that i was here with you, but it was always just an empty room, cause it's always the same // remember lookin' at this room? we loved it cause of the light. now i just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time
if they ever let me out, i'm gonna really let it out. i listen to music from 2006 and feel kind of sick. but, oh god, you're gonna get it, you'll be sorry that you messed with me // karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter, karma's gonna track you down, step by step from town to town
and in my darkest fantasies i am the picture of passivity, waiting for you side of stage, suppressing all my private rage // you should find another guiding light, but i shine so bright
i met the devil, you know he gave me a choice, golden heart or a golden voice // it's me, hi, i'm the problem, it's me // it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero // she's laughing up at us from hell
am i your dream girl? you think of me in bed, but you could never hold me, you like me better in your head // baby boy, i think i've been too good of a girl. did all the extra credit then got graded on a curve
watch me shimmer // best believe i'm still bejeweled
i am nobody's moral center // you wouldn't take my word for it if you knew who was talkin' // and the voices that implore, "you should be doing more," to you i can admit that i'm just too soft for all of it
all the things that i ran from i now bring as close to me as i can // this is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. the floors we pace and the demons we face.
and if i run fast enough could i break apart? as empires crumble and cathedrals flatten in my heart // god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be, the tomb won't close, stained-glass windows in my mind
and every song i wrote became an escape rope tied around my neck to pull me up to heaven // these desperate prayers of a cursed man spilling out to you for free
i couldn't help it, yes i let it get in, the helpless optimism of spring. worn out and tired and my heart near retired and the world bent double from weeping. and yet the birds begin to sing // uh oh, i'm falling in love. oh no, i'm falling in love. oh, i'm falling in love. i thought the plane was going down, how'd you turn it right around?
i was always able to write my way out, the song always made sense to me, now i find that when i look down every page is empty // dear reader, burn all the files, desert all your past lives and if you don't recognize yourself that means you did it right
and have i learned restraint? am i quiet enough for you yet? // ladies always rise above, ladies know what people want, someone sweet and kind and fun. the lady's simply had enough.
but if i was free to love you, you wouldn't want me would you? unavailability is the only thing that turns you on // i've blown apart my life for you, bodies hit the floor for you, break me, shake me, devastate me, come here baby // and if i was a child, did it matter if you got to wash your hands? // and the god's honest truth is that the pain was heaven // you're a crisis of my faith, would've, would've, should've, if i'd only played it safe
sometimes you get the girl, sometimes you get the song // but the call, it always comes, the songs like children begging to be born, and oh i guess i got my wish // i guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted // i guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted // on the way home i wrote a poem
if i make it to the mornin' i should'a come with a warnin'. and if i make it to the stage i'll show you what it means to be saved. oh you know i'm still afraid. i'm still crazy and i'm still scared. but if i make it to the stage i'll show you what it means to be spared! // it only feels this raw right now, lost in the labyrinth of my mind // the jokes weren't funny, i took the money, my friends from home don't know what to say. i looked around in a blood-soaked gown and i saw something they can't take away // you should find another guiding light, guiding light, but i shine so bright
and when it came it was stranger than i had ever imagined, no cracking open of heaven, but quiet and still // they said the end is comin', everyone's up to somethin', i find myself runnin' home to your sweet nothings
so tell me where to put my love, do i wait for time to do what it does? i don't know where to put my love // no one wanted to play with me as a little kid, so i've been scheming like a criminal ever since to make them love me and make it seem effortless, this is the first time i've felt the need to confess. and i swear, i'm only cryptic and machiavellian cause i care // i wake up screaming from dreaming one day i'll watch as you're leaving cause you got tired of my scheming for the last time
i don't love you, i just love the bomb. i let it burn, but it just had to be done. and i'm in ruins, but is it what i wanted, all along? // every single thing i touch becomes sick with sadness, cause it's all over now, it's all out to sea
my montage of lost things, my shiny trinkets of grief // i find the artifacts, cried over a hat, cursed the space that i needed. i trace the evidence, make it make some sense why the wound is still bleeding?
#taylor swift#florence + the machine#parallels#midnights#dance fever#yes this has been rattling around in my brain for months just never quite this crystallized#there's also a lot of other parallels (stuff taylor has said on stage is mostly what i'm thinking of)#but i limited this specifically to the albums and the midnights prologue
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