Another Taylor Swift album, another day of my canon divergence long fic becoming even more angsty
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i will never be done defending just for once as one of the best songs ive heard from starkid so far. ive flipped through a few of the older non hatchetfield musicals and its STILL towards the top of my list. maybe its because shes ME in another world. if id switched schools earlier, or been "too gay" or "too smart" for the boys in fifth grade. if my shoulder had never healed and i had to quit dance years too early. just for once is a gorgeous, incredible representation of what it feels like to watch everything, even your own life, happen, watch it all from the outside, and never be able to take charge of it.
ruth fleming is a wonderful, weird, gross character and not enough people are cheering for her. in this essay i will
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I WAS SUPPOSED TO TAKE A BREAK TODAY BUT UNFORTUNATELY CHARLOTTE SANDS AND HER SONG “Spite” HIT ME HARDER THEN I EXPECTED TODAY-
So have my brainrot of Rock Star Vil.
The purple ends of his hair flying around, as Vil picks up the microphone from its stand. Pumping his fist in the air, to an astonishing loud cheer from the crowd. He’s in all black, silver jewellery sparkling on the base of his neck, draping delicately over his collar bones. Chains around his wrists, twinkling like stars.
Even amidst a thousand stage lights, Vil still found a way to shine the brightest amongst all of them. He clutches at the microphone like it’s his lifeline, knuckles growing white from the sheer force he was exerting. Singing to the crowd, every letter spilling from his lips. Every syllable seemed laced with an alluring poison, an enchanting melody that never left your heart after you’ve heard it once.
Vil had the voice of an angel, and the raw, burning emotion of one who had been cast down unjustifiably. Truly the fairest of all.
Perhaps you’re his manager. Trailing after him after every concert, passing him a towel or some water. Vil’s rather grateful to you, considering the fact that you’ve stuck with him all this while. Even when he was just a fledgling of a singer.
You two sometimes spend lonely nights with each other, scribbling down lyrics on pieces of scented notepads. Ideation and inspiration do come from odd places… and having a piece of you in his songs does sound rather appealing to Vil.
He keeps the pages with your handwriting on it. Tucks it in a small drawer for him to pour over later, smiling softly at the way your letters dance across the page.
He does insist you watch his performances live on stage whenever you can. There’s a different sort of experience you get from listening to someone sing on the stage, rather than in a recording studio. The atmosphere, the sheer energy of the crowd…
And besides, he’ll do so much better if he knew your lovely gaze was on him for the entirety of the show.
So what do you say, love?
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On my Taylor swift era and DAMN, imagine Steph convincing Bruce to take the whole family to the eras tour and she just doesn't warn any of them about Marjorie?
Next day's news is pictures of Wayne family's grown ass men crying Their eyes out during the show.
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DO YOUUU KNOOOWW I COULD BREEEAK BENEATH THE WEIGHT
OF THE GOOOODNESS, LOVE, I STILL CARRY FOOOR YOU
THAT IIII’D WAAALK SOO FAAAR JUST TO TAAAKE
THE IIIINJURY OF FINAALLYYY KNOWING YOUU
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hi here to annouce that One More Sleep ‘Til Christmas by Kermit is my favorite christmas song. oki bye I love you all eek 💗
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no but why do all my teenage deep angst songs fit rimmer so well, what conclusion should i draw from this?? that everything's just that bad for him all the time or is my minds tunnelvision focusing on him too much while the spring depression brews it's way through my life
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