Seeing all these photo shoots years and years with Taylor inspired by Karlie...I don't understand how people say she was only a fling. It would make Taylor insane and Karlie I assume very worried for her safety to have a fling being so obsessed with you.
i think as you go along this journey of understanding taylor’s music, it’s always important to reevaluate things and arcs and people that youve been told are important and epoch making, as you gain a better understanding of who was telling you the information and why, and you begin to develop your own insight. those are important life skills in general.
speaking for myself, i’ve only gained a stronger belief in the importance of karlie in taylor’s work as the years have gone on, which is incidentally something that is not the case with everything i was once presented with in the beginning of my time here, or as i began to better understand the dynamics of the metanarrative, and became more able to identify patterns in the way information gets presented. but i digress.
i think that some people might want to reposition karlie as a fling because kaylor as it stands is something lots of people do not want to ship. as opposed to being an inquiry into what the truth in taylor’s music is.
shipping is all about preference, you’re looking for something that you want to imagine. and so they find ways to ship other people with taylor, and since there’s a limited set of songs in her back catalog, that means trying to flip some songs that are kaylor songs into a narrative that they would prefer.
that’s why i think a lot of OG kaylors don’t like the term shipping, because it doesn’t accurately describe the motivation of our endeavors to understand taylor’s discography, something that has been underscored by the inclusion of the line “the girl in my story has always been you”
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Aether/GNreader
Kinktober day 3
Body worshiping Aether. NSFW. kinda.
Aether had been really quiet today. Usually he is the first one up in the morning, making everyone breakfast, playing his favourite music and dancing around the kitchen area of the common room you all share. His most treasured moments of the days he shares with you and the ghouls are when you all sit down together and eat the most delicious food. Aether has always had a knack for cooking.
But this morning was weird. He still got up. Earlier than the rest of you. Rolled out of bed after leaving a chaste kiss on your head, then left the room without a word. Usually he is all over you in the morning. Forcing you to wake up with him and join him in the kitchen. Snuggling you out of your slumber and continuing to snuzzle you every chance he gets as he cooks away at whatever is on the menu that morning. Except this time he left you curled up in bed. You lay there for a while, letting the sleep fade away enough for you to get up, but it was awfully quiet in the kitchen. You can hear pots and pans being moved around. The sizzling of cooking food on hot oil and his footsteps as he shuffles around. But there's no music.
You force yourself out of bed. Stumbling out of the bedroom door and making your way over to where Aether stands at the other end of the room. The first thing you notice is the abundance of clothing he's wearing. Thick jumper and long thick pants. He's got his favourite pair of ‘grandad’ slippers on. Is he sick? It's not a cold morning. The morning air in the common room this morning does not call for warmer clothing. It's very comfortable. If he has a chill and is coming down with something you're going to scold him. He knows better than to push himself like that. You go over to him, pull him into you and start fussing over him. Checking to see if he has some sort of fever, if his eyes are glassy or if his nose is blocked.
“What are you doing?” he mumbles out.
You stare at him for a few moments… “are you okay?”
He seems a bit taken aback.
“I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?” he turns away from you as he replies. Going back to what he's cooking. You're not convinced but you leave him be.
Soon enough the rest of the guys get up and start making their way over the various couches and seats you've got spread around the room. Breakfast gets served and you all start eating.
Aether still doesn't say much. There was no dancing or singing this morning. He didn't join in during your morning conversations over breakfast. He just kind of picked at his food and kept to himself.
You all finished eating, cleaned up your stuff and started thinking about what the plans for today were. But Aether just went back to bed. You follow closely behind him. When you get back into his room and shut the door behind you, you watch as he just crawls back into bed and settles into the pillows.
You crawl back into his bed with him. Laying on your side and facing him.
“Talk to me Aether.” you whisper out.
“I don't feel good.” he whispers back out to you.
“No? Did you eat something bad?”
“I don't know, I just feel sad.” he can barely finish his sentence without his voice cracking.
“What do you need, Aeth… let me help you or make you feel better? Please?”
You plead him. You hold his face in your hands and watch as he nuzzles his nose into your palm. Oh.
He needs love. Your love.
You move to straddle his waist, and he lays on his back to allow you to sit comfortably. You begin by littering his face with kisses. Light pecks all over his cheeks. You move to his lips. Kissing him deeper and longer. Cascading your hands down the sides of his body and letting your fingers massage into his hips. Your lips dip lower. Mouthing and sucking at his neck. With every breath you take you whisper back out how much you love him. How much he means to you. And how lost you would be without him.
He allows you to strip him of his jumper and top, you follow soon after. Moving down his body, smothering him with your kisses. Across his chest, over his shoulders, down his sternum and all over his stomach.
You flick your eyes up at his face. He lays there with his eyes closed, head slightly thrown back with a happy little smile.
You eventually reach the waistband of his pajama pants. You can feel his excitement underneath them.
His fingers curl around your body to bring you back up to him, allowing your most sensitive spots to rest against each other. You smile at him, he smiles right back at you. His fingers dig into your hips just slightly.
You get the message. He cocks his head at you slightly, as if to ask if it's okay. You answer him not with words but with actions.
You start to grind your hips into his, dragging your body up and down his hardened length. You can physically see the relief on his face and his smile grows. It's nice seeing him smile.
You lean back down, continuing on with your kisses all over his body. You let your mind wander. Thinking about how his heated skin against yours feels like home. His breaths that seem to be getting heavier and heavier create your own pool of want. His large hands that envelope you so easily into his being.
You're worshiping him. Pouring every ounce of love and passion you have into his skin. You start mumbling into him, blurting out everything that comes to mind. Between each kiss you confess your love to the ghoul beneath you. Hoping that he is soaking it up, praying that he is really hearing you.
He is humping up into you now. His movements getting more frantic and heated. You know he just needs that one thing to get him over…
You grab his face between your hands,
“I love you so much” then you smash your lips together like he is the air you need to breathe.
He freezes, his body locks up and you can feel a big wet patch forming where your bodies meet.
He moans into your mouth, keeping you as still as possible while he bucks up into you to chase his own pleasure. When he settles down and lets go of the bruising grip he had on you, you pull away from his lips. Tears are falling down his cheeks.
“You're okay honey, just let it out…” you whisper to him as you wipe them away.
He wraps his arms around you and flips you both so you're tucked into his side. And he sobs. Letting out all the emotion he clearly had bottled up this morning.
“Thankyou.” he mumbles into the top of your head.
You don't reply. You just snuggle yourself deeper into his chest, leaving kisses everywhere you can reach.
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