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“I can see you staring, honey like he's just your understudy like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me” (Exile-Taylor Swift)
“So you were right, there's always two, the one who stays and the one who's leaving you. Hear me out, my apologies cause I'm not here for sympathy. Cause I don't wanna hear about him how he's holding you better at night and I don't wanna hear about him in these songs you continue to write. I was with you when you wrote that line. It was me that you had on your mind so I don't wanna hear about him” (Him-Harry Styles)
“Why'd you have to make me love you? I said, "I love you," you say nothing back.” (Say Don’t Go - Taylor Swift”)
“When you left, it was the end of my world, cause I never got to say that I love you, more than you think I do and I love you, now you don't want me to” (I Love You- Alex&Sierra)(Written by Mick Greenberg which is the pen name of Harry Styles)
#they are still so many things to talk about#harry styles#taylor swift#haylor#1989 taylor's version#1989 tv#1989 era#taylor swift 1989#Harry Styles and Taylor Swift#Taylor Swift and Harry Styles#harry x taylor#taylor x harry#we never go out of style#the rest of the world was black and white but we were in screaming colour#say don't go#exile taylor swift#say don’t go taylor’s version
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Max Verstappen & Charles Leclerc | 2019 Austrian Grand Prix | 2022 Austrian Grand Prix
we were built to fall apart
then fall back together
“Out of the Woods” {Taylor Swift}
#charles leclerc#max verstappen#lestappen#f1edit#*#my edit#austrian gp 2019#austrian gp 2022#enemies to lovers#the rest of the world was black and white but we were screaming in colour#this song is stuck in my head
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Cinephile is in loml. Is harry a lover of cinema? He does have a song called cinema but I guess they all could love it.
This makes me think of cinema too, Harry sings he digs her cinema, hence a cinephile. I do note that Joe is also an actor, as is Harry. Also that Cinema is a song many associate with OW, but it was written in 2020 before they dated. (Dynamite is a K-pop band in the HSLOT Preshow, though maybe the you pop line which is about poppers.)
The rest of this line in loml with black and white will also be one many associate with the 1975 logo (business romance…) but to me any mention of black and white is Out of the woods, after it came out Harry only posted a colour photo if he saw Taylor
He also referenced this lyric in as it was
And the treat people with kindness Music video is in black and White, the theme of the song is similar to But daddy I love him, asking fans to not be horrible to his partners, and his world is B&W
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#loml#Haylor#Taylor#harry styles#OOTW#cinema#black and white#the rest of the world was black and white and we were in screaming colour#screaming color
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I am beginning to be a "question is about Matty" truther... the OOTW sample could just be referencing the 1989 era... "I felt a glow like this/Never before and never since" "you painted all my nights a color I have searched for since"
When I said my inbox was a safe space for any thoughts at any time this actually excluded anything to do with “Question…?” being entered into Haylor Hall of Fame. I’m so sorry I didn’t address this earlier! Please make note for future reference ty!!!!!
#pls note i am being silly and joking with you#but also SH SH SH SH SH NO#THE REST OF THE WORLD WAS BLACK AND WHITE WE WERE IN SCREAMING COLOUR#PLS DO NOT FORGET THE HAYLORE TY#lowkey h gang
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"You took a Polaroid of us
Then discovered
The rest of the world was black and white
But we were in screaming colour."
Style inspired by @falsereligion
To check more of my art edits click here
#taylor swift#tswiftgif#tswiftedit#tsedit#tscreators#tswiftdaily#taylorswiftedit#taylor swift edit#taylor#1989#1989tv#1989 taylor's version#mine#folklore#swifties#the eras tour#taylor swift eras#polaroid#cats#seagulls#fireworks#paper
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the photo booth ༊*·˚
༘♡ the rest of the world was black and white. but we were in screaming colours
in which you and timothée are taking photos in a photo booth and you tell him that you love him for the first time right before the picture is taken
The secret was out. You and Timothée were officially dating according to all the Internet’s gossip blogs. Apparently, someone had spotted you in New York at a cinema and decided to capture the moment.
It was your birthday and Timothée knew how much you loved going to the theater, so, after extensive research, he found a place where there was a six-hour tribute to your favorite director. He didn’t really like the director, never understood them, and most definitely had no desire to sit for six hours in the uncomfortable cinema seat. However, he was going to endure, because he bought tickets for a different cause, to watch a six-hour tribute of you staring at the screen.
But it was the damn moment he decided to pull you closer and press a kiss to the side of your mouth - he really couldn't help it - when he heard the clicking sound of a phone camera coming from the back. He turned around, annoyance painted on his face as he noticed two girls in the back seats lowering their phones and whispering something to each other.
The same night, the whole Internet knew.
At first, you were both freaked out, drowned by the mess that was prevailing online and the fans that were going feral. Not that it really mattered what people thought about your relationship or the assumptions they were making about how serious it was or how long it was going to last, but you were relieved watching that most of the responses you got were positive.
So, instead of hiding it for fear of getting caught, you decided to embrace it and do all the things you wanted to do like a normal couple. Besides, you weren’t criminals, you were young and in love.
At least you were in love, very much in fact, that you were desperately trying to find a proper way to express your feelings for days. You weren't really looking for a response. You just wanted to let him know that you loved him, that you cared for him so much to the point of love.
« You’ve been awfully quiet for quite a while now, » Timothée said as you walked down crowded streets hand in hand, fingers tightly intertwined together, touching the other’s soft skin.
Your 35mm had run out of film so you were on your way to the nearest camera shop, which wasn’t very close to Tim’s house but it didn’t matter because you loved taking long walks; the autumn air fanning on your face, pulling back your hair, and the small chills running down your spine. Also, New York was really pretty in autumn (if you removed the smell of urine and shit); fewer crowds, red trees, leaves filling the streets.
« Me? », you looked up at him with a hint of amusement in your gaze at his observation and the tiniest smile.
« Yeah, what’s wrong? », he chuckled eyes fixed on you, biting his lips. You didn't respond for a moment turning your stare to the ground. Timothée gulped, still staring at you eager to find out what was disturbing your mind the last days.
« Nothing’s wrong, » you mumbled.
The thing about Timothée was that he always believed you were way out of his league and he got way too lucky to find you, a friend and a partner all at once. Being with you was so comfortable and familiar, as if he knew you his whole life. Everything felt so natural when you were together. You were the perfect balance, you were the Yin to his Yang, one completing the other.
And the truth was that your relationship wasn’t just about balance, comfort, and ease, it was also about love - mostly about love.
Timothée had never told you how much he loved you, though he was sure that it was going to slip out of his mouth at some point, but for the moment he was just too scared of losing you, that his tongue was tangled in knots only at the thought.
« You think I don’t know when my baby is being troubled? » Your lips lightly pouted at the sound of him calling you ‘baby’ and you tied your arms higher on his bicep leaning closer to press a kiss on his shoulder. « Come on, did I do something? Was I acting like a dick? », he smiled.
« You weren’t acting like a dick, » you laughed a little getting closer to his warm body. « Quite the opposite, actually. »
« Oh, » he furrowed his brows getting the fallen pieces of hair out of your face. « Alright then. » Noticing his expression you leaned your head to the side.
« Really, » you added, « nothing's wrong. » He just pressed his lips together, burying his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.
« If you say so, I believe you, » he forced a smile, as sweet as possible to hide his concern. Even though Timothée was an actor, one of the best, in reality, he wasn't really good with lies. You could hear it in his voice that he was pretending but decided to ignore it, at least for the moment, and bring it up when you got back home.
« We’re here, » you pointed with your head at the camera store.
« They have a photo booth, » Tim noticed as you both walked inside. « Fun fact, I’ve never taken photos in one of those. »
« Really? », you widened your eyes in surprise.
« Yeah, » he chuckled at your expression.
« Then, we should definitely get some pictures, » you said with a smile. He kissed your head once, the intoxicating smell of your honey, cinnamon shampoo filling his nostrils.
You both greeted the employee as you moved further inside looking for roll films. Timmy wandered around the place with his hoodie on, while you crouched in front of some stands searching for the very basic Kodak Portra 400.
You were skilled (and by skilled I mean you've been in that store countless times,) so it didn't take long for you to find it. Quickly you paid for your rolls and you dragged Timothée to the photo booth.
« You are so cute, » you said making him chuckle as you lowered his hoodie and ruffled his curls a little. He watched you fixing his hair, but the thoughts he was having were overwhelming so he breathed out before speaking again.
« Sorry, I have to ask again but- », he held your hands close to his chest, gaze slowly falling down, « I just feel like the last couple of days something’s going on. »
« Timothée, » you said in a serious tone, as his grip relaxed and your hands slithered to the back of his neck. « Everything is fine between us. More than fine. »
« You’re sure? », his eyes widened holding your wrists. You nodded.
« One thousand percent sure. Now, let’s get our pics! »
You put in some coins, closing the red curtain behind you. Tim pulled you into his lap and you grinned goofily hearing the clicking of the camera.
Maybe it was just his cute expressions, his smell, the way he was holding you so tightly and reassuringly telling you ‘I’m here, I’ll always be here,’ or that you didn’t want him to think something was off in your relationship, that just couldn't restrain you from telling him. All these days, you were trying so hard to find the perfect, the most romantic moment to let him know, but you couldn't wait any longer. You wanted him to know.
You looked at him deeply making him return the stare.
« Okay, you want to know what's going on? » With these words, Tim’s brows lightly furrowed but quickly bobbed his head. « I love you. » You pressed your mouth shut in an attempt to hide a growing grin as you looked at Timothée’s surprised face which quickly heated up flaming red, lips separated and eyebrows slightly raised. You couldn’t help but laugh forgetting about the clicking sound in the back.
« You love me, » Tim repeated slowly before you touched his mouth with your lips and he stayed there too shocked and frozen to reply to your sweet kiss.
« Look at you! », you pointed at him as you got the four pictures in your hands. Timothée was still jaw-dropped. He truly believed for a few moments that you were going to break up with him. He didn’t give any attention to the photos instead kept staring at your cheerful face. « Your face! You are so- »
« I love you too, » Tim finally spoke. Your expression softened raising your stare and slowly smiling at him. « Very much. » He nodded eagerly.
« Okay, » you bit your lower lip watching the huge grin on his face and the way he clenched his jaw. The moment your eyes met he couldn’t help but look away. Timothée approached you to see the pics, hands wrapped around your waist, head on your shoulder as he pressed a kiss on your neck leaving a ‘mwah’ sound that only made you giggle.
« Okay. »
#hamlets-ak#timothee chalamet#timothée chalamet#timothee chalamet x reader#timothee fanfic#timothee chalamet x you#timothee chalamet imagine#timothee chalamet fanfiction#timothee x y/n
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Anchor (pt. 1)
Summary: Born and raised in Hydra, 20 year old y/n is rescued by the avengers.
Word Count: 1.5k
Parings: (Reader x Bucky) (Reader x Natasha) (Bruce and Steve speak) (other Avengers are around)
Warnings: talks of hydra and abuse/torture
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Cold. Cold concrete. Cold concrete walls and cold concrete floors. The sun. Oh how you missed it. It’s been so long since you were sent out into the world. Cold. Cold concrete was all you could feel now, it was all you had felt for days. The cold concrete floor seeping through your bare legs and into your blood, even your bones felt cold. The cold concrete wall touched your shoulders, your back covered in a thin barricade. Your arms were stretched out either side of you, your hands hand long ago gone numb, the cuffs were tighter than usual. Cold. Cold concrete. This was just the beginning of your punishment. But it wasn’t your fault, a single soldier up against a 50 man army, you stood no chance. The doors were unlocked and you prepared yourself. One guard entered, a large barrel in his arms, more cold. The freezing water fell across your skin and you gritted your teeth as to not react, that was when you saw it. In the guards arms replacing the barrel, a long baton he held. But this was not just a baton, it was a prod a cattle prod.
You were bare as the day you were born by now, arms released from the chains. You attempted to shuffle away from the electric currants, but it was no use. It struck you over and over, across your thighs, your chest and your face. You were drowned out by your own screams until a much larger sound took over. Red lights began to flash followed by the aching sound of alarms. Every personnel scrambled to the top deck, as called by a cracking voice through the stone speakers. Finally, well for now at least, your torture was over. You rested your head in a large puddle of water, the coldness seeming almost normal now. Your eyes dropped closed, ignoring your wishes to remain awake. You could still feel a sharp sting across your cheek as your body began to melt into the floor, it was an uncomfortable angle, but there were worse ways to be. Your breathing was fractured but as you began to fade away it started to feel smooth again. You welcomed the darkness and drifted slowly into unconsciousness.
“She’s waking up” came a muffled voice, followed by a slightly lighter one “give her some space, we don’t know how’ll she react.” It was bright again, the sun perhaps? But no, that hue of orange and blanket of warmth wasn’t touching you. There was a steady rhythm next to you, a consistent beeping of sorts. You were suddenly aware of a small prick poking your arm and your breathing picked up straight away “it’s alright” that same light voice said “can you open your eyes?” It asked. You furrowed your brows preparing to be met with the same black walls and same doctors dressed head to toe in black. But instead, a warm coloured wall fell adjacent to you, your body was supported by a soft material. A flicker of red caught your attention and you turned your head to explore it further but another voice pulled you away “how are you feeling?” He said, the man covered with a white coat “any pain?” He spoke again “wh-what?” You croaked after a moments silence, lifting your head to take in more of your surroundings. The same flicker of red caught your gaze again and you followed it from shoulder length to a pair of green eyes, watching you with caution. “Are you in any pain?” She asked, you nodded slowly feeling a hint of nausea and a slight dizziness. “You’re at the avengers compound” the redhead said after noting your continued confused glare “I’m Natasha, this is Bruce, he’s a doctor” she continued “we found you at the hydra base, brought you back here a few hours ago” Natasha finished. “I need to check your wounds if that’s ok?” Bruce asked from your opposite side “N-no” you stammered as you pulled back the sheet that was covering you. You were dressed in some sort of hospital gown which only added to your anxiety. You scooted to the foot of the bad and placed your bare feet against the tiles. A muffle of commotion was spoken behind you but you didn’t care to listen, you just had to get out.
You fell out into a long corridor where more people stood. Their shocked eyes all staring down at you as you hunched over and held your stomach in hopes to will away the pain. “It’s alright” Natasha called after you “please, Bruce won’t hurt you we just need to make sure you’re alright” she said “no don’t touch me!” You screamed as you felt a pair of hand on your shoulders. As soft as they were, the sudden contact had frightened you. The widows fellow teammates stood in confusion as you stumbled further down the corridor, all were unsure what to do. At the end of the hall laid a large door, covered in a soft blue paint. They swung opened before you had the chance to reach them and a familiar face came into your view. “Y/n?” It said. The tall figure adorned with deep black hair and a growing stubble, you recognised his eyes straight away but if you needed anymore confirmation his arm surely gave it to you. “Ja-James?” You whispered, frozen in place “James?” You asked again, not trusting your vision in your current state “oh my god, y/n” Bucky said as he ran to your side, catching you just as your legs gave way “they- they said you were dead James” you cried into his neck “I thought you were dead” you sobbed. “I’m here y/n” he said as she took on all of your weight, bringing you both to the floor “I’m right here, you’re safe now” Bucky cooed into your hairline. Bruce, Natasha and the rest of the avengers were amazed at the sight. Not only did this stranger appear to know one of there own, but you seemed to know him by a different name, once they would have regretted whispering.
“Y/n y/l/n, 20 years old, born and raised in Hydra” Bucky said over your sleeping form, gently running his hands over your scalp. “She’s been trained as an assassin since the day she could walk” he continued “they tried to reuse the serum on her, it didn’t go so well, she’s been used as a lab rat all her life” Bucky sighed “how do you know her?” Clint asked “I trained her in combat, gave her this scar” Bucky answered as he pushed back your hair to show a light scar along your neck “Correct me if I may be wrong” Thor spoke up from the corner “but your reunion did not seem that of two people that hate each other” he finished “we didn’t hate each other, we don’t hate each other. I’ve tried to protect her as best I can and I-“ Bucky paused, hiding the crack in his voice “they sent her on her first mission at 10 years old, she was missing for weeks. I guess she came back or they found her, I promised her I’d never leave her, I’ve never mentioned her because I thought she must’ve died. But she’s been there, another 10 years I let them- how did you find her?” Steve rose from his chair “our last intel mission uncovered that Hydra were still operating, still experimenting on people. All our data told us that she was dangerous, she was the only one we found but when we got there-“ he paused, unsure if Buck wanted him to continue, Bucky simply nodded, not needing to hear all the details, he could imagine them well enough himself. “We should let her rest” Bruce said as he began to usher the team out.
“Who- who found her?” Bucky asked, his focus still solely on you “I did” Natasha said, standing last by the door “how did you find her, how was she?” Buck said, returning to stroking your hair “Bucky…I don’t think” Nat stammered “tell me, I need you to tell me” Natasha stood uncomfortably at your free side “she was on the floor, naked, covered in water, and there- there was a cattle prod next to her” Nat said through shaky breathes, not wanting to relive the memory herself. Bucky ran his hand over your cheek, having learnt where the mark had come from, when a sudden realisation hit him “she was being punished” he whispered “what?” Natasha asked in disbelief “she was being punished, the cattle prod that was her punishment which means she had a mission which means she failed that mission” Bucky rambled as he ran to the door “Bucky what’s wrong?” Natasha called after him “if she had a mission and she was the only one you found then they’re gonna be looking for her” Bucky said, fear lacing his voice “Hydra are gonna be after her”
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Eeee a new story! If you saw me post about this like an hour ago no you didn’t lol. This idea just came to me and I bashed out the first part!
-Astra
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Tag list<3
@saraaahsstuff / @dannipotatoo / @tobiaslut / @a-simpfortessa-lesbriean / @marvelnatasha12346 / @yelenasdiary
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WARNING! THERE WILL BE HEAVY SPOILERS FOR THE GAME "OUTER WILDS"
can we talk about how "balanced" outer wilds is? Like, the first thing that comes to mind is obviously the black-white hole mechanic: the black hole attracts everything towards itself, a colorless pit where everything will fall into at the end of the loop. The white hole is instead the beginning of the cycle, a singularity that spits you out from the other side of death and depth, a dot with all colours in it.
Then there's the hourglass twins, on one you must be patient and on the other you must hurry. On one side you wait for the sand to reveal the secrets beneath, on the other you may not even have enough time before it covers everything and crushes you between itself and the ember twin crust.
Then there's the Nomai and Owlks thing going on. The Nomai met their end through years and centuries of researches, only for their end to be something completely unrelated. The Owlks found the eye and were disgusted and scared, not fascinated, and met their "end" as a direct consequence of their desperate run for blissful ignorance and estrangement to the outside world. Not to mention how each species communicates with the player: the Nomai utilize writing, something formal, something that is hard to misunderstand, a writing that forms around a spiral (something potentially infinite). The Owlks instead use art as a medium, slides that told the player of their civilization decadence. Slides of drawings framed in a circular shape (that couldn't be more limited)
Then there's obviously the "wow death is a real thing now" that happens after you get the core. Imagine being stuck in a situation where the end is meaningless and not really the end, you will always wake up beside a campfire regardless of how you died (unless you destroy the fabric of space-time). Now imagine for everything you learned about how meaningless death is to be virtually useless, you are left with the existential fear you thought you forgot that came back in full force.
Now, i find the parallel between the Prisoner and Solanum to be fascinating. Two different beings recluded in a giant jail, one by choice, the other sentenced to an eternal bodyless life. Both are more dead than alive, but while Solanum is the nearest anyone has ever got to the eye, the Prisoner is the farthest and furthest. Poor Owlk, inmate of a giant digital jail made by those who hated him and what he fought to free; haunted by the failure of his attempt to free the Eye, but the arrival of the player made him understand that there was still a chance for the universe. Poor Nomai, victim of her own success, surrounded by nothing but the haunting of loneliness, the hatchling's arrival made her understand that the ash twin project finally worked (and what was necessary to make that work *happened*).
Outer wilds wouldn't be as loved as it is without these elements, it needs them to be complete, to have a meaning, to show how cosmic perfection is only achievable by following the universe's rules, it needs the horror element to it's peaceful exploration one, it needs funky music to it's sealed screams, it needs light, it needs darkness, it needs explosions, it needs calmness, it needs water and deserts, it needs geysers and small wooden cottages, it needs blue, green, red, pink, beige, yellow and purple to it's black. It needs so so many things and it has them, it doesn't need anything else to be loved.
Outer wilds isn't just a game about how small we are, how our past will influence the future and the beautiful part of hopelessness. It's also a game about balance, how everything must have a counterpart, how we can't just live on one side of the coin. It's a game about cherishing the sad parts of life, the parts that want to make your legs give up and curl in on yourself. Even in real life nothing would exist if the balance between matter and anti-matter wasn't just right, it's a game about how an existence resting on one side of the plate isn't just impossible, but also empty.
#outer wilds#brain dump#But it's just a theory#I may be reading into this to much#I think Solanum would be sad af if she knew it all#While the prisoner kind of happy#Not to talk about softly playing your banjo while the world around you is falling apart
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the rest of the world was black in white, but we were in screaming colour…
“flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard”
“aquamarine moonlit swimming pool”
“taking your time in the tangerine neon light”
“red blood, white snow, blue dress on a boat”
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#my divorced parents#i am so happy#you have no idea#harry styles#taylor swift#grammys#haylor#the rest of the world was black and white but we were in screaming colour#they never go out of style#haylor reunion#harry styles and taylor swift#Taylor swift and Harry Styles#album of the year
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the rest of the world was black and white
but we were in screaming colour
#charles leclerc#max verstappen#lestappen#*#my edit#f1edit#playing with colour#austrian gp 2022#austria my beloved
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Matching 1989 TV songs to marauders era characters/ships with little to no explanation:
Blank Space- Marlene & Dorcas:
-“So it's gonna be forever, or it's gonna go down in flames.”
-“Cause we're young and we're reckless, we'll take this way too far.”
-“I could show you incredible things: stolen kisses, pretty lies.”
Style + Is It Over Now?- Remus & Sirius:
-“You got that James Dean Daydream look in your eyes.”
-“you got that long hair slick back, white T-shirt.”
-“when we go crashing down, we come back every time.”
It fits perfectly.
Out of The Woods- Louise Zabini & Narcissa Black:
-“the rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming colour.”
-“we were built to fall apart, and fall back together.”
All You Had To Do Was Stay- James & Regulus:
-“had me in the palm of your hand, then why’d you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?” Feels like James after Regulus Joined the DE’s.
I wish you would- Lily & Mary:
-Lily regretting breaking up with Mary.
Bad Blood- Lily & Snape.
Wildest Dreams- James & Regulus:
-“Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down.”
This Love- Remus & Sirius:
-“this love is alive back from the dead.”- post Azkaban Wolfstar.
I know places- Marlene & Dorcas.
Clean- Lily & Snape:
- he was her first true friend and it took a while until she fully gave up on him and moved on.
Wonderland- Marlene & Dorcas:
-“Something happens when everybody finds out, see the vultures circling, dark clouds.”
You Are In Love- Mary & Lily.
Now That We Don’t Talk- Mary & Lily:
-after Lily joined the order and Mary didn’t they barely talked anymore and couldn’t agree on anything, but they never quite moved on from what the had, and since they were a part of the same circle of friends they had to hear about each other all the time.
Slut!- Marlene & Dorcas:
-in the case that they were outed.
-“the wrong place at the right time.”
New Romantics- all the marauders!
-I’m tempted to quote the entire song since every line fits perfectly, but here’s a part of first verse:
- “We're so young, but we're on the road to ruin. We play dumb, but we know exactly what we're doing. We cry tears of mascara in the bathroom, Honey, life is just a classroom.”
#marauders#marauders era girlies#marauders era wlw ships#marauders era#wolfstar#jegulus#Marylily#Zablack#Dorlene#lily evans#James potter#mary mcdonald#marlene mckinnon#mary macdonald#Taylor swift#1989 taylor's version#taylor’s version
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"The rest of the world was black and white
But we were in screaming colours"
- Taylor swift
#black#black moodboard#black aesthetic#taylor swift#taylorstans#books#chaotic academia#bookish#dark academia aesthetic#dark#dark aesthetic#dark academia#book quotes#dark acadamia quotes#love qoute#lovers#love poem#love
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Haylor Colours
Colours are a Taylor Swift theme, unlike other muses who get one colour - Harry gets them all, plus green and gold:
OOTW: "The rest of the world was black and white / But we were in screaming color.”
ME!: "Like a rainbow with all of the colors"
Illicit Affairs: "You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else"
Question...? 'Cause I don't remember who I was / Before you painted all my nights / A color I've searched for since"
He then referenced the all colours theme in the unreleased music video for Two Ghosts, which she then referenced in the Me! Video.
Since Reputation he's also been gold:
End Game: "It’s like your eyes are liquor, it’s like your body is gold"
Dancing With Our Hands Tied: My, my love had been frozen deep blue, but you painted me golden
So It Goes…: Gold cage, hostage to my feelings
Gold Rush: "Everybody wants you, but I don’t like a gold rush"
Daylight "I once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden"
Slut!: “Flamingo pink, Sunrise Boulevard”, “Aquamarine, moonlit swimmin' pool” & “In the tangerine, neon light, this is luxury.”
And because of his Green eyes he's also green:
Everything Has Changed: And all I’ve seen since eighteen hours ago is green eyes and freckles and your smile
I Know Places: In the dead of night, your eyes so green
Wonderland: Didn’t you flash your green eyes at me?
Snow On The Beach: I searched “aurora borealis green”
In the Era's tour Taylor made the stadium Green and wore a green dress for So it Goes
In the Willow film clip she wears a green cloak
In One Direction Harry's microphone was Green, each boy had a colour.
Harry refers to Taylor as rainbow, golden and red:
Grapejuice "But I got over it and I said / "Give me somethin' old and red" I pay for it more than I did back then" (one of my favs)
Adore you: "Walk in your rainbow paradise (paradise)/ Strawberry lipstick state of mind (state of mind)"
Two Ghosts: Same lips red, same eyes blue / Same white shirt, couple more tattoos
Golden: You're so golden / I'm out of my head
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the rest of the world was black & white
but we were in screaming colour
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