Aesthetics & Sensations Of Being In Love With The Signs (Scorpio P.O.V)
Aries: Wildfire. A haphazard flame flickering in the night, consuming the sky with a bright orange glow. Drum beats as intense as the stutter in my chest. Staring at eyes that dance like wildfire. Toothy grins. Running, gravel crunching beneath our boots. Our laughter mingling and echoing throughout the earth. Burning cities. Warmth. Exchanged mischievous glances. Clashing teeth and swollen lipped kisses. The skies lit up in flickering ash. Resting my head on your shoulder. Warmth in my chest. Watching the flames swallow the city. Hot skin against hot skin. Playful teasing. Knowing we look great together. Your fingers brushing against my neck. Biting my lip when you look at me. Knowing we can build bridges and burn them together.
Taurus: Soft and slow. Waking up to white sheets. Being engulfed in warm arms. Stretching right once I wake up. The feeling of crisp cold water going down my throat. Safety. Breathing in fresh air. Sweet forehead kisses. Light pockets of warmth spreading through my chest. Receiving gifts. The creak of an open door. Holding hands and running through crowds. Sweet smiles. The crunch of twigs beneath my feet. Morning fog covering trees that meet the sky. The sweet aroma of cookies fresh from the oven. Indulging in each other. Dim lights of a plane. Pushing up the armrest that separates us. Resting against you as the pilot tells us there are nine hours left on the flight. Watching you doze off in a heartbeat. The itchy complimentary blanket. Knowing my home is wherever you go.
Gemini: Surprise. Excitement in uneasiness. Looking into an abyss. The pull into darkness. Adrenaline rushes. Jumping off a cliff into bright blue waters. Wind blowing at my face. Unexpected hugs and hand holding. Shoulders brushing. Driving fast. Laughter lost in the wind. Playful teasing. Coy smiles. Dizzy, zig zagged walking as our arms are wrapped around each other. Falling in grass and laughing. Eccentric humor. Surprise kisses. The nervousness that comes from trying something new. Blushes that sweep my cheeks. Feeling unnerved but in a good way. Bright stars in a black sky. Walking on tip-toes. Balancing on a tightrope. A never ending mystery. Serendipitous moments everyday.
Cancer: Crawling into bed after a long, terrible day. Arms that wrap around me, pulling me in. Comfort. The smell and feel of fresh laundry. Sweet “hushing” sounds and the words, “It’s okay. I’m here.” Kisses at the crease between my eyebrows. The feeling after a good cry. The sound of rain pattering against the window. Steam from microwavable noodles. Warm fuzzy socks. Snuggling and cuddling. Goosebumps. Your hot breath against my skin. The sparkle of firecrackers. Warmth and tingles at my toes. Movie nights. Arms wrapping around me when my back is turned to you. You burying your face in my shoulder. Watching your chest rise slowly with each sleeping breath. Unexpected compliments. Tenderness. Hushed giggles in the dead of night. Feeling anchored. Fingers brushing against skin as the other dozes off. Shy knowing smiles. Eternal comfort.
Leo: Warmth. The one that leaves me speechless. Tingles running throughout my entire body. Sunsets. Excitement. Flaming pink skies that taint our skin the same color. Soft goosebumps. My motivator. My playful competitor. Words that give me meaning. That push me to do better. Chilly nights. Forrest fires that we set aflame just to give each other warmth. Bringing the world to ashes. Mischievous adventures. The taunt of a challenge. Long, steamy kisses in the back seat of your truck. Late night pranks. Riding on motorcycles. Driving around at night. Dressing in all black. Looking like a pair that could cut like a knife. Your movement like the flickering of a fire. Bright. Lively. Dangerous. Consuming everything in it’s wake. Knowing that if you wanted light, I’d gladly set myself on fire.
Virgo: Home. A stable heartbeat. A bouquet of flowers. Vivid colors. Cloudy skies. Warm tea. Good advice. Silly inside jokes. My ear pressed against your chest. Cooking for each other. Chivalry. Respect. Mannerisms. Reassuring squeezes. Hot unwinding baths. Light at the end of a tunnel. Your mind balancing out my heart. Arms pulling me back from a fight. Words of reason. Your hands bandaging up my wounds. Wiping away tears. Your fingers brushing hair out of my face. Soft jaw kisses. The faint brush of lips. Warm embraces. Capturing moments in photographs. Sentimental gifts. Being truly cared about. Catching each other stealing glimpses at one another. Surprising hidden passions. You opening up more and more each day. The fluttering feeling in my stomach. Hands around waists. Fairy lights and sweet blushing. Planning trips together. Being spoiled silly. Knowing I can always go to you. A steady anchor in the sea of my unyielding emotions.
Libra: Charmed. My breath catching in my throat. Soaking in each and every pronounced syllable you speak. Feeling entranced. Being put under a spell. Feeling swept off of my feet. Insightful debates. Admiration beaming through my features. Learning new things. The feeling of being on the edge of a new discovery. Being unable to peel my eyes away from yours. The feeling of being taken off guard. Watching your lips. Unexpected compliments. Extravagant baked goods. Sweet syrup dripping on my tongue. Rich, luxurious, exotic tastes. The smell of spices. Trust. Soft whispering. Organization. Traveling the world. Art museums. Your hand holding on side of the map, my hand holding the other. Choosing where to go next together. Expensive hotels. Couple mirror selfies. Steamy bubble baths. Perfect symmetry.
The bright sun peaking through heavy curtains. Waking up engulfed in warmth. Hands around waist. Soft, slow, passionate kisses with our lips twisted into smiles. Gasping for breath. Deliberate slowness. The luxury of your skin on mine. Messy hair. One sock up, one sock down. Inside jokes. Sketchbooks and journals. Your life a way of art. Sickly sweet perfumes. Witty humor. Laughing out loud. Never ending intrigue. Knowing smirks. Aesthetic beauty. Calculated teasing. Dust softly floating in the air. Soft velvet. The distant sounds of harps. Golds and silvers. Sparkling watches and glittering jewelry. The feeling of ivory piano keys beneath my fingers. Elegant attire. Shimmering chandeliers. Smears of people in a brilliant dining hall. Fresh clean air in a balcony. You devoted attention even though the world is before us. Champagne bubbling down my throat. Watching the stars. Your warmth radiating at my side. Feeling like the finest out of the finer things in life.
Scorpio: Comfort in darkness. A city coming alive in the dead of night. The outlet seat at a coffee shop. Vanilla entering my lungs. Surprising affection. Mischievous half smirks. Licking lips. The creak of floorboards. Buzzings in my ear. Heavy breathing. Hot and fast. The ripping of fabric. Being pressed against a wall. Intense, feverish kisses. Hot skin against hot skin. Laying in bed intertwined. Your breath against my face. Intense eyes. Forgetting the world. Things passing in the blink of an eye. Catching my breath. Letting all your secrets come out. Reading in an empty library. Instant text replies. Conversations that last hours. Running your hands through my hair. New ideas.The smell of lavenders. Deep rumbles of laughter. Warmth spreading throughout my body. Being cared about by someone who otherwise cares for no one. Spooning. The sound of thunder. Trying new things. The mysterious abyss of the ocean. The wild winds in a storm. Driving fast through an empty freeway. Still, silent nights. The feeling of starting a new book. Closeness. Comfort food. Running into the darkness. Inside jokes. Impulsive decisions. Thinking with the heart. Being allowed to vent. To stress cry. Free of judgement. Being able to let down walls. Newly found optimism. The eternal reassurance of faithfulness.
Sagittarius: Adventure. My heart thumping in my chest. My breath being caught in my throat. The smell of exotic spices. Late night road trips. Stargazing on roofs. The world freezing to watch you smile. Bright, full on grins that light up the room. Watching you instead of the stars. Your animated voice, warm and passionate, filling the night. A warm smile spreading across my lips. Driving without direction. Last minute route changes. Sweaty palms and eager eyes. Discovery. Secret hideouts. Lake water up to my knees. The sun glistening against the lake. Water dripping from your hair. Cold crisp water splashing against my face. Dancing in the rain with bare feet. Our own storybook unfolding. Loud, breathless laughter. Fresh take out food. Chasing each other in circles. Spontaneous road trips. Running and never looking back. Biking downhill with your feet off the pedals. Flirtatious neck kisses. Playful bickering. Your lips on my jaw. The nibble of teeth against skin. Being made lunch by surprise. The warm sun against my skin. Butterflies in my stomach. Leaps of faith. Cute little notes. The unexpected quiet moments. Your breath against my skin. Your surprisingly sweet affection. Arms that wrap around me like you never want to let go. You, telling me I’m the one. You, telling me you want to see the world with me. Knowing I could be anywhere with you and always feel safe. A never ending adventure.
Capricorn: Equals. Looking sharp. Hard edges. Expensive cars. Champagne bubbling down my throat. Expensive fabrics against my skin. Power, motivation, passion. An unstoppable union. Closeness without touching. Exchanged glances, a silent conversation. Knowing eyes, keen. Your hand pressed against my back. Whispered words. All eyes on us. Reassuring squeezes. The glimmer of chandeliers in warmly lit marble rooms. Warmth sweeping through my body. Intimacy waiting to be unraveled. Letting loose behind closed doors. Telling someone your problems for once. Amazing back massages. Newly found knowledge. Long conversations. Legs intertwining in bed. Slow, steamy kisses. Finding the other fallen asleep at their desk. A warm blanket wrapping around shoulders. Foggy reading glasses. The aroma of warm home made coffee. Misty mornings. Bringing each other food. Foggy windows. Dew on leaves. Fresh air. Early hikes. Pressing your thumb against your lip. Messy journals. The shutter of a camera. Trust. Knowing you level each other out. Cold mornings on top of a hill. Glistening lake water. The warmth of your side pressed against my own. Exchanging body heat. Tattered blankets wrapped around our shoulders. The sweet chirp of birds. Secrets only we know. The first breath of sunrise.
Aquarius: Ease. A love that sneaks up on me. Whispered jokes during class. Board games. Potted cacti. The feeling of grass in between my fingers. Singing loudly and obnoxiously to the music in your car. Conversations that go on forever. Inside jokes. Rolling the windows down. The wind in my hair. The feeling of, “where have you been my whole life?” Being able to say anything without judgement. Being taken care of for once. The crunch of salad between my teeth. The sun on your face. Ease in a crowded room. Feeling relaxed. Blue skies. Letting my guard down. Playing with your hair. Summers that last forever. The sudden realization that I’ve fallen in love. Watching them as if the world has gone in slow motion. Exchanged smirks when something funny happens. Prank calls and secret handshakes. Music festivals. Sweaty palms. Me, smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt. Our laughter mingling in the air. The swift movement of you pressing your lips to mine. Surprise, my smile dropping from my face. My body tensing and freezing. My eyes closing and me kissing you back. Being swallowed by a pool of relaxed nerves all over again. Feeling right. Teeth clashing when we begin to laugh again. My heart thumping loud in my chest. Bright, eager eyes. My lips tingling. Learning a new dance together. Making vines. Nudging shoulders. Shaking heads in good humor. Finally understanding why people marry their best friends.
Pisces: Coziness. Looking out for someone. Warm hugs. Mutual protection. Resting head on the other’s lap. Cute, upside down kisses. Blowing bubbles. Being pushed in a shopping cart. Milk tea. Colorful straws. Pastel skies. The feel of warm sheets fresh from the dryer and the smell laundry detergent. Lavender gardens. Glitter. Pink rose petals against my fingertips. Painting on each other’s bodies. Goosebumps when you touch me. Tracing the lines of your limbs. Cracked paint. Holding hands. Adorable grins and blushes that sweep cheeks. Dressing up as ghosts and walking around grocery stores at night. Getting breakfast together. Accidentally pouring too much syrup. Driving and watching the sunrise. You, blowing air into my ear. Tickling each other. Fairy lights. Our laughter ringing in the air. Floor mattresses. Spinning together. Singing on the top of our lungs. The color blue. Chlorinated pools and wide open oceans. The softness and subtleties of life. Falling in love with simplicity.
second of all. this tour made a shit ton of fucking money. and was totally 1100000% my aesthetic.
this tour had four legs. that’s two more legs then i will ever have in my life. rip me. $150.2 million? Taylor over here rollin in da doe. cha-fricken-ching.
BUT WHILE EVERYTHING IS PERFECTLY FINE AND LOVELY ABOUT THIS TOUR THAT WE HAVEN’T EVEN DELVED INTO. SHE HAD A KILLER OPENING ACT THIS LITTLE GINGERBREAD MAN
THE TOUR STARTED OFF WITH STATE OF GRACE WHAT A CA-WINKIE-DINK. STATE OF GRACE KICKS OFF THIS MASTERPIECE ALBUM
but that hat is actual goals. the twenties are vastly approaching us again aren’t they? amazing. and that red nail polish and red lipstick matching completely? goals. i wonder how she did dat.
next on the set list was RED just kidding this little grass hopper wanted to switch it up for my next fave HOLY GROUND which WAS GOING GREAT WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN THEY BROKE IT DOWN WITH DRUMS AND GLOW STICKS AND DANCERS AND PEOPLE PRACTICALLY FLYING AND THEN TAYLOR JOINED IN TOO LIKE WOW?! I WISH WE COULD RE LIVE THIS CONCERT 24/7 AT THE CONVIENCE OF MY BLU RAY PLAYER BUT WAIT THIS TOUR ISN’T ON D V D
look at dis hipster go banging on drums. sleeey.
AFTER THAT OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE SHE PERFORMS RED WHICH IS WHERE THE HAIR FLIPPING BEGINS. DID I MENTION SHE OWNS THIS LIKE THE WHOLE NIGHT? I TRIED TO FLIP MY HAIR LIKE THIS AND GOT A WHIP LASH AND GOT LIGHT HEADED
real talk tho how does she keep her fringe so intact ?
wOaH costUME chANge (we got a lot of those)
AND A FEARLESS SONG PLEATHE
if you didn’t figure out this tour is blowing my mind and we are like 15 minutes in. re fasten ur seatbelts plz.
then COSTUME EXTENSION?
ReD ANKLE BOOTIES ARE YOU KIDDING ME LADY? How does she make that bend look so elegent? If i tried to do this right here i would look like a whale JUST SAYING INCASE ANYONE WONDERED ABOUT ME HERE
taylor then proceeds to change aGAIN AND PERFORM MEAN AKA THE ANTHEM OF TELLING PEOPLE HOW KARMA IS GONNA PLAY YOU
then mean turned into STAY STAY STAY?! fkc. this was cute as biscuits she danced with her band and back up singers it was hella cute
after she told her band to stay stay stay she and her dancers and everyone celebrated being 22 or remembering being 22 or looking forward to being 22. dis got me a bit emo bc dis music video wuz mah life for 3 months ngl
she then gets her RED guitar and performs starlight (again anothe r masterpiece)
look at her being cute and slaying at it’s finest.
THEN SHE TOLD EVERYONE IF YOU CHEER FOR HIM ED SHEERAN WILL COME AND JOIN HER SO EVERYONE CHEERED.
THIS WAS PROBS EVERYONES FAVE MOMENT OF THE NIGHT BECAUSE THEY’RE SUCH GREAT PALS AND THIS DUET WAS EVERYTHING AND STILL IS EVERYTHING. NOTHING. HAS. CHANGED. *twitches aggressivly* WE ALSO GOT A BUNCH OF CUTE MOMENTS
what are you doing tay? it’s almost like you can’t stop groovin.
AND HOW CAN WE FORGET DIS
(does ths laod? it’s not lading oh well u can just read it and weep with meh)
LET’S HUG IT OUT NOW
AFTER THAT EMOTIONAL ROLLARCOASTER
while trying to calm everyone down taylor proceeds to sing another lyrical peice of genius begin again.
ahh deep breaths. in and out. in and out.
OH BUT NOT SO FAST SHE GOES BACK TO THE MAIN STAGE AND SINGS SPaRKs FLYYYYYYY
(idk if this is a sparks fly gif bc nOTHING WILL LOAD I THINK I’M KILLING MY COMPUTER BUT WE ARE ALMOST DONE LETS POWER THROUGH)
SHE THEN PERFORMS IKYWT WHICH IS PROBS THE BEST AND MOST FUN THING EVER TO SEE LIVE YOURE SO LUCKY IF YOU DID I BET THAT COSTUME CHANGE WAS BREATH TAKING. IF I TRIED TO CHANGE THAT FAST I’D PULL A HERNIA OF SOMETHING.
cause she starts off like dis
then in the midst there is a swiftstep remix and she breaks it down and pulls off her white gown TO THIS BEAUTIUFL MASTERPIECE COSTUME OF LACE AND SHORTS AND BOOTS AND SLAYNESS
get it gurl.
reMIND ME AGAIN WHY THIS ISN’T ON DVD?! NFJKNJKANV
THEN. SHE GOES OVER TO HER RED PIANO AND WE ALL KNOW WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IT IS SHE STARTS PLAYING NOTES AND NOBODY KNOWS WHT THE FUCK IS GOING ON AND TAYLOR STARTS TO GIVE A SPEECH ABOUT REMEMBERING SHIT LIKE DANG GIRL ME TOO DA FUCK?!
go ahead. go on youtube. grab your puffs plus tissues and cry your eyes out for five hours and return to this post and continue.
AFTER WE ARE ALL CRYING SHE SINGS A PICK ME UP AKA LOVE STORY AWWWWWW
so cute. i wish i was that coordinated and thought ahead like that.
THENS OMEWHERE IN THE MIX SHE SINGS TREACHEROURS BUT I FORGgoT IT BECAUSE MY COMPUTER WAS ABOUT TI DIE AND SPRINTED TO FIND THE CHARGET AND FORGOT SO LETS ALL GET SAD AGAIN FOR 3 SECONDS AND ADMIRE HOW CUTE AND FLAWLESS OUR QUEEN LOOKS
DON’T FALL GIRL I KNOW I WOULD I CAN BARLEY WALK ON CARPET WITHOUT TRIPPING ON NOTHING
*thinks to self* maybe I should start doing yoga. nah gotta finish this masterpost of how this iconic tour should be put on dvd
BACK TO GETHER CAN I GET A HYFR THE ANTHEM OF TELLING A LITTLE THIRSTY WHITE BOY NO MEANS NO GOD SPEED TAYLOR
I LOVE THIS OUTFIT. IT’S LIKE MADHATTER MET MIRANDA PREECLY FROM THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA
DON’T FORGET TO LOOOK BEFORE YOU FALL *cracks nuckles because this post is taking forgever*
so much conffetti. i wonder if anyone choked on confeti before.
SO I LL ASK YOU ALL AGAIN WHY ISN’T THE RED TOUR ON A DVD LIKE BRUH IT SOLD OVER A MILLION COPIES IN IT’S FIRST WEEK AND WAS SUPER ANTICIPATED AND IT WAS ONE OF THE MOST LYRICAL AND DIMENSIONAL ALBUMS I HAVE IN MY ITUNES LIBRARY AND ON MY BOOK SHELF? taylorswift i need answers and i’d like them now.
I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THIS AND REBLOG THIS THIS TOOK ME 2 HOURS TO COMPLETE BECASUS I KEPT GETTING DISTRACTED. CREDITS TO ALL RIGHTUFL OWNERS I WIHS I KEPT TRACK BUT I JUST CLICKED AND SAVED. Y'ALL ARE THE REAL MVPS FOR MAKING GIFS AND PHOTOS OF THOSE MAGICAL RED TOUR NIGHT
Like A Drum glows white on my screen tonight Chapter 7 can’t be seen A fanfic of both angst and fluff And Lownly is the queen The fandom’s howling with the roaring feels inside Can’t keep them in, couldn’t if we tried Hate Eren and sleep with Marco Wait- shit- fuck- um, no homo? Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them see I have fucking weird dreams
Ownly-Lownly, I didn’t ship it but now I see Ownly-Lownly, This fic’s gonna kill me! For fuck’s sake, Jean, just bang Marco You’re so obvious… Fuck you and your damn ‘no homo’
It’s funny how a good fic Makes the whole show seem gay And the couples I now ship Not one of them is straight! Johannathemad is awesome If you want great art, then she is the one But the whole fandom’s great as it is… End the hiatus!
Ownly-Lownly, Shit, the whole damn day’s gone by Ownly-Lownly, Connie, Sasha, for God’s sake, WHY?! Why did I choose to watch this show?! It’s ruining my life…
Her writing flurries from her keyboard to Tumblr The fanart and the feels come within minutes, in a blur And one line brings the tears out in an awful blast Oh no, the chapter’s done, I read it all too fast!
Ownly-Lownly! We love this fic so much! Ownly-Lownly! We really want more smut! For fuck’s sake, Jean, just bang Marco! You’re so obvious! Fuck you and your damn 'no homo’.