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ourstaturestouchtheskies · 1 year

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The Murder of Caesar – Karl von Piloty (detail) // This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things - Taylor Swift

Happy Ides of March! 🗡

#ides of march #the ides of march #beware the ides of march #julius caesar #roman senate #this is why we can't have nice things #tiwwchnt #reputation #reputation album #reputation taylor swift #taylor swift #tswiftedit #ts edit #art #art history #lyrics #lyric art #tw knife

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indeliblescarspivotalmarks · 17 days

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bracelet making for my shows!

🫶🏼tonight’s creations🫶🏼

#so make the friendship bracelets #swiftie #taylor swift #taylorswift #taylor #ts #taylor swift eras #taylornation #the eras tour #eras tour #taylurking #reputation #1989 #lover #cruel summer #tiwwchnt #style

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ts-song-tournament · 9 months

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the last great american dynasty vs This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

#taylor swift #the last great american dynasty #tlgad #this is why we can't have nice things #tiwwchnt #ts song tournament #polls #tournament #round one

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petruchio · 1 year

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karma is what reputation should’ve been

#like i legit wish it was on that album instead of like… tiwwchnt #ts midnights

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stawpny · 5 months

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hey guys

I fucking sprained my ankle

and it hurts so bad

but whateva 😭

I just kinda wanted to share that but I’ll give you something

SONGS!!

These are basically songs I feel you could easily make fic out of

songs that I would make fics out of, but I’m way too lazy!

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Can’t Catch Me Now by Olivia Rodrigo:

Someone dies, the person who was close to them cant stop seeing them everywhere they go. They haunt the other, but not on purpose.

Suburban Legends by Taylor Swift:

A failing relationship. Partner 1 isn’t listening, leading to Partner 2 to be more serious and direct.

“I didn’t come here to make friends, we were born to be Suburban Legends.”

Clean by Taylor Swift

Someone overcoming something like a toxic relationship or an addiction.

Valentine by Laufey:

Person a doesn’t know what love feels like (NY) and person B shows them what it’s like. (CA)

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anyways, here’s some other songs that I think could be good for NY.

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the grudge by Olivia Rodrigo

can’t catch me now by Olivia Rodrigo

ballad of a homeschooled girl by Olivia Rodrigo

teenage dream and logical also made by Olivia (can you tell I like her?)

Mastermind by TS

Would’ve, could’ve, should’ve by TS

TIWWCHNT by Taylor

The Archer by TS

YOYOK by TS

Almost every 1989 vault song too!!

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Anyways, I dunno if you could tell I’m bored

I’ll make something good for you later I promise

AUGH

my ankle hurts ☹️

pray for my silly ass

#wttt #wttt new york #welcome to the statehouse #wttsh #wttsh headcanons #wttsh new york #wttt headcanons #songs #I sprained my ankle!M #stawpny needs help #owchie 🤕#my silly ass

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taylorswiftandx · 1 month

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Are there any "toast"s aside from YAIL and TIWWCHNT?

Thanks! There are actually quite a few: TS and Toasts. Note that the YAIL lyric actually doesn’t appear here because I interpreted it as referencing the food rather than the action of toasting someone.

#taylorswiftandx requests #toasting

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kitsebastianconnor · 6 months

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#jake.txt #polls

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buticanfixhim · 4 months

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**shuffles in** TS Secret Santa time!

Ohhhh love your selection!! 🤭 she indeed has been serving 😩 my personal favourite is definitely the black vmas look hehe (the renaissance premiere is also amazing)

Next question: What’s your favourite song from each album? (If you can’t pick a single favourite you can just give me your top 3 lol)

Also additional question! Is English your first language? If not what is it?

Let's literally not talk about yesterday's look I died and went to heaven

Ok each album top or top 3 here they are

Debit: Mary's song (ofc), our song, I'm only me when I'm with you

Fearlesstv : that's when, the way i loved you, love story

Speak now tv: long live, castles crumbling, enchanted

Red tv: treacherous, sad beautiful tragic, the last time (atwtmv doesn't count ok it's everyone's fav)

1989tv: say don't go, I know places, blank space IDK AAAAAA TOO MUCH

rep: (we have been mourning since April 8th) lwymmd, ready for it, tiwwchnt

Lover: ithk, dbatc, CRUEL SUMMAA

Folklore: cardigan, mad woman, my tears ricochet

Evermore: willow, ivy, rwylm

Midnights: yoyok, maroon, karma, YOU'RE LOSING ME

That was the hardest task ever bestie made me chose between my children istg

(ps she wasn't able to chose one so she went with 3)

And nope English isn't my first language is Gujarati which is one of the many Indian languages you may know about Hindi being the main one

#swiftie santa #hope you have a good day ❤️❤️

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actual-sleeping-beauty · 2 years

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👀 hello yes I would like to know about the social media announcements via TS lyrics because I must stick to My Brand.

Also the side of me that likes a little angst every now and then is very curious about the interviewer who acts shitty after they get married. <3

heheeee, my little TS social media fic! I have been working on this for almost a year, in bits and pieces when I find the motivation. I'm using lyrics from Speak Now, Lover, folklore, and evermore, unless I come up with one more scene and add another album. I couldn't possibly tell you which lyrics though, because I'm a little bit evil, so here's a different snippet:

"In that case, offer rescinded. Please hold my hand for this photo." Henry winds his fingers between Alex's, watches him line up the shot he wants. He has to admit that it looks good; the band on Alex's finger glints slightly in the lamplight coming from his desk and Henry’s fingers curl over the back of Alex's hand in a way that makes every possessive bone in his body ache. Alex opens their group chat (currently titled HENRY READS THIRST TWEETS!!! because Nora lacks any class) and sends the picture with the message, "my insufferable fiancé ruined my engagement plans by going first," then changes the title of the chat to royal wedding pt ii: electric boogaloo. Then he turns on Do Not Disturb.

ah so the interviewer thing is one i'm not sure i'll finish, but the working title is TIWWCHNT, so you'll appreciate that. It's about the fact that Henry and Alex are asked much more invasive questions than anyone ought to be, because the press seems to think that since they were outed they no longer have any right to privacy. I enjoy this bit:

“Hello gentlemen,” the interviewer, Alex can’t remember his name, says. “It’s been a long time.”

“Law school waits for no man, no matter which prince he ends up engaged to,” Alex quips. He manages to startle a chuckle out of Henry.

“As we’ve heard,” the interviewer says. Alex is going to call him James in his head, because he’s giving off vaguely off-putting James Corden energy. “And have you been enjoying your tour of the Commonwealth?”

<3

#rose's fic

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angeli-marco-writes · 3 years

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congrats!

TIWWCHNT angst with Tom Hollanddd? please x

A/N - Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy :) I made this RichKid!Tom. I do not know Tom Holland, nor do I claim to. I don't own the song lyrics used, all credit to owners.

Warnings - swearing, mentions of drinking and drugs.

It was so nice throwing big parties, even giving them a second chance for our friends, but that was once upon a time, and I’m over that stage of my life now. It stopped bringing me joy. Having just returned from a steak dinner and wine tasting at a friend's new mansion, I’m heading home for the night, my plans having changed in favour of some alone time with my partner. I even bought some Dom on the way home as a treat, and I’m excited to see Tom, admiring the hunk of silver on my finger as I head up.

I’m shaking my head, I’m locking the gate behind me as I drive my Rolls into the great expanse of driveway...

I’m going to murder Tom fucking Holland.

This is why we can’t have nice things, because Tom fucking ruins them every single goddamn time. It’s been the case ever since you first got together. He knew cleanliness and keeping things pristine was in your nature, but he ain’t reading what they call me, so he dived in head first. You’re difficult to live with, you know that, but you and Tom agreed.

It was once so nice doing that once upon a time, jumping in the pool from the balcony, drunk and high and living my life so freely while I was young… But I’m not in my party years anymore, and I’ve passed that date where I can get sloshed and off my face only to wake up the next day and repeat it; electing a calmer, more modest lifestyle while maintaining the lavish and party nature of my wealth, life and personality.

Tom and I were the glamorous couple amongst our friends, always hosting the best parties with huge crowds and sponsors, champagne seas, fancy new lines of alcohol, influencers, ice sculptures, designer gowns and suits… It was one hell of a way to live.

I’m loath to say Tom was more than a little disappointed to pack up the life but, moving forwards in our relationship and lives, he agreed—especially since kids are a prospect in the near future. And he’s gone back on every word, broken every promise.

I lock the car, and unplug the exterior speakers, yelling “PARTY’S OVER!” at the top of my lungs, and watching the crowd disperse. I storm into the house a moment later, finding Tom slumped over a chaise-longue with a beer in his hand.

“You shady fucking arsehole!” I scream shrilly.

He blinks his chocolate eyes and stirs to life, smiling lazily up at me, his hair stuck to his clammy forehead..

“Hey baby. Thought you were gonna stay out.”

“Oh, did you?” I laugh, eyes widened. “Is that why you let our fifteen million pound mansion turn into this pigsty?” I wave my arms around me, everything so expensive in utter disarray, drinks spilt everywhere, the stench of sweat lingering instead of the room sprays you ensure to use liberally in every room.

Judging by the state of things, apparently there are no rules when you show up here, a heavy bass beat literally rattling the thirty thousand dollar hand blown Italian glass chandelier hanging in your ballroom, which looks like a rubbish pit, marble floor soaked in beer.

“No, baby. It was just a small get together that grew outta hand. Don’t worry baby,” he makes grabby hands at me, but I avoid his dirty paws on my very expensive suit, “I’ll clean.”

“It’s the principle, Tom!” I hurl his bottle away.

“Baby calm down, I’m sorry.” he pleads.

“But you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand, or worse, fucking me. And therein lies the issue, boyfriends don't try to trick you!” I say, “Tom, if you loved me you wouldn’t have done this. I can’t see past this.”

“Oh just get a fucking grip doll, it was one party.”

“Yeah, but how many others have there been when I’ve been out? Have you cleared the place up knowing I’d be away for the weekend? I’m sorry, but I want you out by Monday morning.”

This is gonna hit him hard, because I’m not the only person he’s lost lately, but if only he weren’t so shady, it wouldn’t be a damn problem.

I'd spent the night quite happily putting the poisonous old gossip to lie with my girlfriends, raising my final glass to them. Looks like I’ll need them even more, now. “Here's a toast to my real friends. They don't care about the he said, she said.”

They should've, and I should've listened. Friends don’t try to trick you—how could I believe they would, only to come home to every word they said being correct?

No,” his eyes begin to well up with tears as he sinks to his knees on the tiled floor, “I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again. We can do this, I love you so much!”

No he doesn't. He wouldn’t have deceived me and ransacked our home if he did, but I pop open the Dom and paint on a brave face, snatching an empty glass from the hand furnished oak sideboard. “Y’know what? And here's to you...

'Cause forgiveness is a nice thing to do, and we can move on from this can’t we?”

I don’t even manage to suppress my giggles for thirty seconds at his dopey look before I’m bursting out into a fit of laughter. “Hahaha, I can't even say it with a straight face! This is why we can’t have nice things tom and we’ll never be able to because you break them and I have to take them away. Did you think I wouldn't hear all the shit you said about me?”

That’s what they were warning you about all night. You should’ve trusted them when they said he called me a pushover and worse, not believing the tales of his antics. “You broke us, so now I’m taking that away. We’re done.”

“WAIT!” he sobs, the crack in his tenor voice evident as he tugs at his chestnut locks. I don’t budge, though, shoving him off by his oversized pink shirt when he tries to grab me.

“This is why we can’t have nice things, darling. Find me when you’ve grown up.”

I would take an axe to a mended face, but walking away from him, my heels clacking on the marble floor and sounding where he’s drunkenly crying seems to be punishment enough. For the last time with him inside, I’m locking the gates.