is this even the right date

anonymous asked:

How would the 2p allies feel about their s/o breaking up with them and dating their 1p?

ooooh you’re breaking some hearts here anon… -Admin Jay

2p France: “Good.”
Francois wouldn’t even bat an eye. Who in their right mind would stay with him if they had Francis on their heels. He would tell them to go and not let the door stop them. Francois would just sit there and smoke as he quietly admits he was right after all, all love fades and all love leaves. So what was the point?

2p Canada: “Who wouldn’t want that cute motherfucker?”
Matt wouldn’t even be mad. Who wouldn’t want Matthew? Matthew was cute, smart, funny, and not emotionally distant. Not to mention, the risk of being eaten by a polar bear would go down drastically for his s/o. Matt wouldn’t really try to hold them back from leaving, he would just tell them to make Matthew happy…or else he would come after them. 

2p America: “Oh…that’s how you wanna play?!…well…he is better…and more stable…and not a douche…”
Allen at first would be enraged that they were leaving him, especially for someone like Alfred…though once it sunk in who they were leaving him for, it would hit him like a ton of bricks. He would know Alfred would be a better choice for them, a safer choice…but that doesn’t mean he liked it. Allen wouldn’t put up much of a fight after his initial blow up, but he would try to convince them to stay with him. Though once they walked out that door, he would slam it closed and start to sob as he confirmed that he was useless and not worthy of love. 

2p England: “B-but he is so broody…and quiet…not to mention he can’t cook or bake!”
Oliver would be so upset. What did he do wrong? Why were they picking Arthur over him? He would be in tears as he tries to convince them to stay with him. Oliver would even try to change to be like Arthur so they would stay…but if they really wanted to leave, he would let them. Oliver doesn’t want to burn bridges, and if the day comes, he would want them to be comfortable coming back to him.

2p China: “Alright, go enjoy your lectures…”
Zhao would laugh at first thinking it was a joke, but when he realized they were serious he would just blink. They wanted to go with someone who played Mahjong for fun and lectured them about being careful and was serious all the time, whatever. He would just let them know the door was still open if they wanted some real fun. Zhao doesn’t like to end things on a bad note, he always wants to be the one they come crawling back to to.  

2p Russia: “This is your decision.”
Viktor would just look at them and shrug as he went back to his book. On the outside, he would seem cold and indifferent…but on the inside he would be a little hurt, but more annoyed that he let someone in close and they were leaving him for someone he deemed lesser. He wouldn’t try to stop them, but he would have them mark his words, that they would not be welcome back. No one hurts Viktor twice.

you have to take steps to make sure yr online relationships are healthy like in any relationship. dont abuse/cheat on/etc… yr partners just bc yr online dating. being separated by screens doesnt give you a right to hurt that person and it doesnt lessen the pain of being hurt by somebody you thought loved you. were all still real ppl you know, even if it doesnt quite feel that way sometimes.

So I was browsing the book section of my local Target this evening and I saw a copy of the 2018 Guinness Book of World Records and thought I’d take a peak since I remember Yuzu and Evgenia being in the last edition.

Sure enough, Yuzu’s quad loop was mentioned right at the very top (although no photo this time).

I’m not sure what the cut-off date is for these books and who they end up highlighting, but cut-off date seems to be in January as it mentions Evegenia’s SP WR at 2016 GPF which she then broke 2017 Europeans. They also mention Papadakis and Cizeron’s FS WR from Boston and Virtue and Moir’s SD WR from the 2016 GPF.

I hope next year’s edition lists Yuzu’s FS score from Helsinki and his ACI SP, and that we’ll see his name in the following edition with his scores from the Olympics (fingers crossed).

even if it’s a lie - kaitlyn x mc

author’s note: this story takes place from the perspective of kaitlyn. mc had broken up with her during their study session, and is now dating becca. grab ya tissues folks. i haven’t seen many kaitlyn fanfics around these parts lately, but maybe i’m just looking in all the wrong places. anyways, enjoy lol

song: Even If It’s A Lie by Matt Maltese

word count: 1745


Kaitlyn was distraught. It had been months, and nothing had improved. Ever since she had told off MC at the concert last year, her life wasn’t the same. She knew she screwed up right as the words came out of her mouth that night. She ruined everything, and now look what’s happened. MC, from the looks of it, is dating her arch-nemesis. Kaitlyn knows there’s something going on between MC and Becca, despite their attempts to hide it. Frequent “tutoring” in Kaitlyn’s ex-girlfriend’s bedroom silently picked away at the scattered, broken, pieces of her heart. And there was nothing she could do.

I was growing younger day by day, there was love and it was all arranged
And I held you with the wandering eye
Now I know the girl I shoulda known, now I feel the love I should’ve shown
And I pull you in but you push me out

She’s tried everything. Boxes of chocolate on the floor outside of MC’s doorway, 3-page-long letters, accompanied by bouquets of her favorite flowers, left on her night stand. Literally anything and everything Kaitlyn could think up, she’s tried. But to no avail. MC is attached to Becca by the hip, and it made Kaitlyn furious. Not at MC, but at herself. She was the only one who could’ve prevented their falling out, and yet she did nothing. The careless girl she was, she let MC slip right through her fingers. Becca doesn’t know her like I do. Kaitlyn told herself. Becca doesn’t love her like I do- did. Who was she kidding? She wasn’t even near being over MC. She wasn’t even trying.

I know that you can feel me
Tell me that you don’t love me
But say it one more time
I’m going darling, I’ll step lightly
Live on as if you still love me
Just say it one more time
Even if it’s a lie, even if it’s a lie

Kaitlyn thought what she needed was closure. Yes, that was it. Closure. For her own health, Kaitlyn was determined to get over MC. One last “I love you.” One last embrace. One last goodnight text. One last inkling of any sort of affection so Kaitlyn could finally move on. So it was decided, that after band practice, MC would be approached for the closure Kaitlyn so desperately needed.

Colors in the dress you used to wear
The way that you’d put up your golden hair
But I’ll turn the lights down and leave
All the ways that I could say it now
You’re the girl to push away my doubt
But it’s too late and were too young to know

As Kaitlyn mentally prepared herself for what was about to go down later that night, she couldn’t stop herself from reminiscing. Every moment they had spent together came flooding into her memory. The tinge of pain following every remembrance caused her heart to ache. Memories of the boat dance after second quarter of freshman year, where their first “I love you”s were whispered under the gleaming fireworks. Memories of the play, where Kaitlyn was able to kiss the girl she loved in front of everyone with no worry. She felt the tears begin to prick at her eyes, threatening to come out. No, no, no. I have to be strong. Kaitlyn reminded herself. But how could she be strong when the only one she’s ever loved is seemingly oblivious to her entire existence? Snap out of it, you can do this. Clawing at her eyes to remove any evidence of tears, Kaitlyn bounded out the door for practice.

And I, know, you don’t love me so but please say it once before I go
I know that you can feel me
Tell me that you don’t love me
But say it one more time
I’m going darling, I’ll step lightly
Live on as if you still love me
Just say it one more time

It was time. MC had just returned home from a meeting at the library, and Kaitlyn couldn’t be more terrified. Closure.

Breathe in, breathe out.

As MC sat at the counter, scrolling through her social media feeds, Kaitlyn’s silhouette haunted the hallway’s entry. She knew MC felt her presence. When they were dating, they had some superhuman sense of knowing whenever they were near each other. Thus ruining Kaitlyn’s 6 month anniversary surprise, but MC’s heart still soared when she found Kaitlyn on the roof preparing dinner. “No! Cut it out! Get her out of your head!” Kaitlyn told herself mentally, or so she thought. MC’s head snapped up, aiming directly at the darkened hallway where Kaitlyn stood.
“Kaitlyn?” questioned her ex-girlfriend, timidly.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhh
Oooooooooohhhhhhh ohhhhh oooooooh ohhh

Her nerves were on overdrive, heart beating a mile a minute. You can do this. Kaitlyn reminded herself. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of her hiding place. With a sheepish wave, Kaitlyn approached MC. MC’s face immediately lit up with her usual, heart-stopping smile. “Hey you!”

This would be harder than Kaitlyn had planned.

“Hey…How are you? It’s been a while since we were able to talk.” Kaitlyn said, immediately thinking she had said too much. “I’m doing well! And you?” MC responded, with such ease that left Kaitlyn gasping for breath. Is she over me? How can she be so happy, while I’m an utter mess? MC must’ve noticed Kaitlyn’s zoning out, because a concerned look came across her face.
“Kait? What’s wrong?” Kait. Kait. The nickname only MC used for her. It had been forever since she had heard that name. The name she so desperately had longed to be called.

Breathe in, breathe out.

“Look MC, I’m still lost. What I did to you that night was incredibly awful and entirely unforgivable. To even think that you did, somehow, forgive me, still is beyond my comprehension.” MC scowls, seemingly confused. Kaitlyn powers on, “I’m happy for you and Becca, really I am, bu-”
“Me and Becca? Who are you and what have you done with Kaitlyn Liao?” MC spouts. Kaitlyn’s eyes widen, shocked at what she’s just heard.
“You and Becca…aren’t dating?” she questions.
“Of course not! I could say the same thing about this Annisa girl.”
Oh, not this again. I have zero interest in Annisa. I swear.”
MC stares contemplatively at Kaitlyn, and gestures for her to continue. She scrambles to find her words. What she had planned to say had been thrown out the window after finding out MC and Becca weren’t involved.

Breathe in, breathe out.

“When we broke up, I became stuck in this endless cycle. My entire life became nothing but wallowing in my own sorrow and going to band practice. I was a mess, MC. And when I started to catch on to you and Becca becoming more regularly seen together, it was kind of like the nail in the coffin, you know?” MC nods, staring at her feet. With MC sitting in a stool at the counter, and Kaitlyn halfway across the room leaning against the arm of the couch, the distance between them only made things worse. She continued on, “I’m not asking you to drop any kind of grudge you have against me, and honestly, I don’t deserve any kind of second chance. All I’m asking for is closure. These past months have been absolute hell for me, MC. I can’t keep living this way, and the only way to stop it is to have this conversation.” MC nods again, slower this time, each bob of her head breaking Kaitlyn’s heart a little more, even though it should be doing the opposite.

I know that she can feel me
Tell me that you don’t love me
But say it one more time
I’m going darling, I’ll step lightly
Live on as if you still love me
Just say it one more time
Even if it’s a lie, even if it’s a lie

Looking up from the floor, MC finally speaks. “Do you think I’m over you?” Kaitlyn’s breath hitches, she had never anticipated this question.
“I would assume…but I mean…I don’t really know.” she replies, after an extended pause. MC lets out a short, exasperated laugh, shaking her head.
“So did I. After all this time, getting dating advice from Becca, going on as many dates as I could, doing anything and everything humanly possible to try to get you out of my head, it was impossible. Impossible, Kaitlyn.” MC confessed.

Kaitlyn was speechless.

She felt like she was in a scene of a movie. Was this a dream? Is she dreaming? Kaitlyn found herself staring, wide-eyed, at MC’s feet dangling from her stool. “Wait, you’re not…..-?”
“No, Kaitlyn, I never was.” Another small chuckle. “Look, don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been acting. I know how hard this was on you, and I can’t even believe how much of a douche I was during this situation. Not once did I even pay the slightest attention to you.” She frowns, shaking her head.”I regret it, with every part of me. No, I’m not over you. But I’m not ready to date you again, either. For now, let’s just take this slow. I need you in my life, Kaitlyn. I need your love, even if it’s a lie. Even if you don’t mean it.”

Kaitlyn’s eyes welled up with tears. This isn’t real, don’t fool yourself. She couldn’t let herself get worked up like this, MC was gone and she knew it. It wasn’t until she really thought about what MC had just said that it hit her. A single tear slipped out of her eye.

Breathe in, breathe out.

MC stood up, and walked toward the couch. Wiping off the tear, she leaned in and kissed Kaitlyn on the cheek. Turning to leave, Kaitlyn grabs her arm.
“Yes, Kait?”
“Thank you.” This causes MC to look at her, confused.
“For what?”

With a small smile, MC promptly left the room. After hearing her door quietly shut, Kaitlyn allowed the tears to spill. Leaning back into the couch, she ran her hands through her hair. She began to thank each of her lucky stars, because lord knows, she had everything to be thankful for.

Even if it’s a lie, even if it’s a lie

anonymous asked:

I'm super into wanting a committed relationship but I also want to explore my sexuality (even tho I'm super shy and inexperienced. There's no viable gay guys where I live for relationships but I've got a hell of a sex drive and I don't know what to do about it 😅 any advice you can give?

I live in a city right now where there are not many gay guys and I’ve pretty much accepted that its not realistic for me to be dating / experimenting here. I had lived in a different city a year ago and it had a slightly bigger gay community and I went on a few dates there. I think it is going to differ person to person but for me I think it can be super great to have someone online to talk to about your feelings with and ask questions & speak romantically to but there is some elements in my opinion that you will only really feel from physically hanging out with another guy. So maybe reach out to some guys online? Download gay apps that let you browse in different areas of the world (I think Blued has this feature), you could get SOME sexual experience if you feel comfortable through webcam or sex talk with guys you meet online. I think a high sex drive can be healthy if its from physical health and stamina and not that you’re just overexposing yourself to like pornographic material (but do w/e you want). I’ve just accepted that its going to be a few years until I have the money to move to a bigger city and then can start actually putting myself out there and going on some dates so I just try and keep that element on the backburner. Although watching romance dramas in my bed is probably not helping lmao. Good luck and if you dont have access to a pool of guys to date at this moment maybe just work towards being financially comfortable to have the time to not work so frequently and go on some dates once you go to another location - if thats something you wanna do! ❤️

anonymous asked:

how do i find a daddy who loves me for me? like who won't call me female (i'm a transboy) and who'll worship me like his prince?

Looking for a daddy who’s lgbt himself might help, introduce yourself as a boy/transboy
there’s dating blogs specifically for littles, so you could be in a ldr or maybe meet them in person when comfortable and trust eachother?

I know there’s some people who fetishize us (its happened to me) or wont use the right pronouns, and they’re the ones who suck - not you
you’re still valid and amazing as heck
maybe even one of your friends/bestfriends will end up being your daddy

in the mean time you could try learning to prioritize and love yourself, you know that you’re a prince and prince’s need to be looked after and loved!!
spoil yourself if you can and remind yourself the things you want your future daddy to say
example, you want to be called his babyboy? tell yourself you’re an amazing babyboy and oneday someones gonna adore and appreciate you soooo much


like, literally every dude, after talking to me every single day after our date, “hey you still want to date right?” NOT ANYMORE MOTHERFUCKER

well… I just want to point out that in 2x01 we saw in this frame Magnus’ hand already holding Alec’s, but in this new kinda-BTS video we can see… yeah, you’re welcome!

You know that episode of Brooklyn 99 where Jake is telling someone that he can’t stop Amy from going on dates just because he’s too chicken to ask her out?

Whenever I watch that scene, all I can think of is Ross Geller,

  • telling Paolo that Ross and Rachel ‘have a thing’, when they don’t
  • stopping Rachel from flirting with a cute guy by claiming he was 'protecting her’ from the guy, by telling the guy she was a hooker, with the excuse that they’re each other’s lobsters
  • hiding a message from her because he didn’t like that she wanted to date, because they had a child together, even though they weren’t dating each other
  • Other scenes

And I think that Brooklyn 99 did unrequited romance right. Because Jake knew he had no right to stop Amy from dating other guys, even though he was in love with her. And they said it out loud, that Jake can’t make a woman’s choice for her.

They acknowledge a woman’s right to choose what she wants.

Ok, so, Shaggy needs to win a big road race against monsters driving individually-themed cars to win a bet in order for Dracula to turn him back into a human after a combination of moonlight and hiccups werewolf’d him while on a date at a drive-in.

No, seriously. I’m not making this up.

Were-Shaggy has the fastest car by far, but Dracula is doing all he can to prevent him from winning.

He’s well in the lead, but– oh, what’s this?

All the other cars got stuck and flung backwards by a giant spiderweb!

What luck! Shaggy speeds ahead.

The competition has all sustained major damages, and aren’t even seen in their vehicles… it’ll be ages before they can even get unstuck, assuming their cars are able to driv–

…oh, no, never mind, they’re all right back behind him instantly like nothing ever happened.

A little later, however, they all get stuck inside a massive snowball, and roll backwards a looooong way.

Once again, completely trapped! Phew, looks like Shaggy’s gonna win after al–

…oh, no, never mind, they’re all right back behind him instantly like nothing ever happened.

Next, quick-dry cement. 

The cars lose their wheels. 

Physically have nothing to drive on anymore.

Oh, no, never mind, they’re all right back behind him instantly like nothing ever happened.

The race is going normally, when… uh… wait, what are they freaking out about?

….um… ok? 

This just happened for some reason, I guess?

The movie doesn’t even bother to show us what occurred, nor does it give a reason for it, nor tie it into the plot at all, but… dang, those cars are trashed.

They even bothered to show all the parts that broke off, and everything is a smoking mess… they’re out of commission for go–



;the touch of silk (m)

pairing: min yoongi x reader, sugar daddy! yoongi, vampire! yoongi
genre/warnings: smut, romance, blood mentions, but nothing too crazy, dirty talk, dom! Yoongi
words: 14,221

:: summary— in a world where vampires coexist with the living, there are many humans looking for a cheap thrill…you’re ashamed to admit you’re curious too, putting to good use a dating app you find…but Min Yoongi is nothing like you imagined a vampire to be…

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anonymous asked:

For the "I wish you would write a fic where..." thing: In a canon setting, except Stiles is older, went to highschool with Derek and was friend with him. He can be a deputy at the beginning, trying to deal with a newly bitten Scott, whom he considers a little brother, and the return of Derek, his friend from school and old (current) crush. Do you think it's a good idea?

So, turns out I love this idea more than anything, and I have so many ideas about this and how it would proceed, but I’m not rewriting the first season, okay. I’m not.

Stiles was very cold, very wet, and very tired, because it was midnight, raining, and he was out in the preserve looking for a body.

Half a body.

They had the bottom half, they just had to find the part they could actually ID.

East side clear, the radio on his shoulder crackled, and his dad’s voice responded for the pair of deputies to head north to meet up with the K9 team. Everything cool was happening on the northside, and yet Stiles was stuck on the southside of the preserve, with Jordan Parrish.

Jordan Parrish of unending optimism and energy.

How he got paired up with the newbie, he’d never know.

Okay, he would, because technically he was also a newbie, except he really wasn’t. Sure, he might’ve been somewhat new to being employed as a deputy of the Sheriff’s Station of Beacon County, but he’d literally grown up in that station; not one person there could say he was really a rookie.

“God, this sucks,” Stiles muttered, sweeping his flashlight back and forth across the wet and muddy ground in front of him. So far he’d found all of two dead rabbits and some dog shit someone didn’t clean up, so, real thrilling night here. Great search.

“Could be worse,” Parrish responded lightly with a shrug, and Stiles rolled his eyes at the darkness in front of him.

“Don’t say Afghanistan.”

The audible smirk in the following pause told him that was exactly what Parrish was about to say.

“I’d rather be a little damp than have sand in my boots, any day.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t step in that puddle.” Stiles’ foot was still freezing and squelched even more than the muddy forest floor beneath it.

It sucked that a woman died, yes, but Stiles was also having a rotten time.

Time passed, there were more updates of nothing found over the radio, a couple dog barks in the distance, and still they found no body.

Given that it was almost one in the morning and everyone Stiles normally talked to was either at home asleep or out in the woods with him on the radio, it took a second for his ringing cellphone to register beyond a mild annoyance that Parrish would have his phone on that loud during his shift.

“You gonna get that?” Parrish asked, and Stiles frowned at him for a second before realizing that was indeed his ringtone, and if someone was calling this late, it was probably something serious.

He only glanced at the caller ID for the briefest second as he answered.

“Yo, Scotty, what’s up?” He was about to add that he couldn’t talk right then when Scott’s panicked babbling steamrolled through his mind.

“Stiles! Oh god, you have to come get me! You’re in the preserve right? Because I’m pretty sure I’m lost, and something bit me, and—”

“Wait, hang on, you’re where?” He was tired, he was struggling to keep up with everything, and Scott was breathing like he would be needing his inhaler in about five seconds. “Why the hell are you in the woods, you know we’re looking for a body right?” he hissed into the phone, glancing briefly at Parrish, who was watching with raised eyebrows.

“Problem, Stiles?”

He shook his head, trying to act casual as Scott frantically rambled out,

“I’m by the west entrance to the preserve, I think? Stiles, I don’t know what the hell it was, but it came out of nowhere, and I’m bleeding, and I can’t find Erica—”

“Erica’s with you?” Christ, it just got better and better. “Okay, stay where you are, I’ll come find you and I’ll tell everyone to keep an eye out for Erica.”

That didn’t calm Scott down at all.

“You can’t do that, her parents would kill her if cops brought her home! You know how crazy they are!”

Stiles rubbed at his forehead. He was cold and wet and tired and now he was getting a headache. “Yes, because she has epilepsy, Scott! She could die out here.” Parrish was coming over, looking concerned. “Just stay where you are, we’re coming.”

He hung up with a frustrated huff.

“Scott’s out here?” Parrish asked, already heading south, so clearly that phone call hadn’t been as discreet as Stiles would’ve liked. At least he seemed to be going with it—despite appearances, not a total stickler for the rules. Good to know.

“And Erica. They went looking for the body.” They must’ve heard the call on the old police scanner in Stiles’ jeep. He needed to stop letting Scott borrow his car. And Scott needed to learn to stand up to Erica’s insane whims, because there was no way this wasn’t her idea.

They walked in silence for a second before Parrish said, “You know you’d do the same if you were their age, right?”

“Shut up.”

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Every Song on Taylor Swift’s reputation

As analyzed by Time Magazine

1. “…Ready For It?”: Starting things off with a thumping bass line and rallying cry, “…Ready For It?” also offers one of Swift’s prettiest melodies. “In the middle of the night, in my dreams, you should see the things we do,” she sings sweetly before switching into her new-era rap-singing. “He can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor,” she insists, name-checking a famous — and drama-filled — pairing, and setting the scene for the rest of the album’s investigation of the perils of stardom.

2. “End Game” (featuring Ed Sheeran and Future): Swift tapped her good friend Sheeran for this slow-jam-style track, a self-reflective — and self-aware — plea to both the listener and a lover. “I wanna be your end game,” Swift sings off the top, allowing in a little vulnerability — before jumping into a rap-sung chorus. “Big reputation, you and me we got big reputations,” she chants, recognizing the baggage that her stardom brings (and name-checking the album’s title, of course). Of-the-moment rapper Future of “Mask Off” success adds in a slick verse, sticking to the love-against-the-odds theme. Swift goes on to sing she doesn’t want to be an “ex-love” and that she isn’t into the drama; it’s just her burden to bear. This is peak Swift: emotionally open, but ready and willing to have some fun with the hype around her own persona. Sheeran’s contribution comes in the form of another rap-sung verse in the same vein, seeming to reference his own relationship and the pitfalls that fame has placed in his path to love. His advice? Ignore the rumors.

3. “I Did Something Bad”: Swift knows that her critics have strong opinions about her; after all, the album is called Reputation. And in the bombastic “I Did Something Bad,” she appears to address some of the narratives that have surrounded her. “I never trust a narcissist, but they love me / So I play them like a violin, and I make it look oh so easy,” she opens this one over a sharp string pluck. “If a man talks s–t then I owe him nothing.” Here is new-era Swift: holding her head high, unapologetic and fiercely protective of her own success. Then, a funky dubstep drop brings shades of her mega-hit “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” into the mix. Heavily electronically manipulated, and punctuated with a strong beat, it’s a banger of a track — and her defiant response to her detractors. “I never trust a playboy, but they love me,” she insists, stating matter of-factly that it’s best to “leave before you get left,” and hinting that maybe her splashy former relationships weren’t all they might have seemed. And then there’s the kicker: “They’re burning all the witches, even if you aren’t one,” she croons on an auto-tuned bridge. “Go ahead and light me up.” Of all the quotable lines in Swift’s oeuvre, this one is right up there at the top for its blazing imagery.

4. “Don’t Blame Me”: If you’re a fan of Avicii or Kygo’s brand of un-rushed atmospheric electro-pop, you might like the rich, vibey notes Swift brings together in “Don’t Blame Me,” a moody, dark song that starts out swinging and pretty, and builds into a gospel-backed EDM anthem. “Don’t blame me, love made me crazy / if it doesn’t you ain’t doin’ it right,” she sings emphatically. “Lord save me, my drug is my baby, I be using for the rest of my life.” Swift has endured criticism for her relationships: the fact that she’s in them, the fact that she sings about them. “Don’t Blame Me” could be a clapback to that criticism, reminding listeners that the heart simply wants what it wants, as her friend Selena Gomez once said.

5. “Delicate”: Swift is, appropriately enough, at her most fragile on “Delicate.” Refreshingly honest, it’s a melodic electro-ballad with a resonant refrain. “My reputation’s never been worse so, you must like me for me,” she muses, her voice a light wisp, in a wry nod to her year in the spotlight before breaking down her insecurities: “Is it cool that I said all that? Is it too soon to do this yet?” Like pretty much anyone dealing with a new crush, Swift sings of moments of doubt. Perhaps even superstars have their sore spots. She couches this sweetly uncertain song in snippets of dates — at a dive bar, in her apartment — but keeps it about her circular internal monologue, always questioning just how much her feelings are being reciprocated.

6. “Look What You Made Me Do”: Swift’s lead single — and immediate chart-topper following its release — “LWYMMD” was a shocking reintroduction to the Swift of Reputation: hard, unapologetic, focused on retribution. Step aside, “Bad Blood,” this song is much more cutting. “I’ve got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined,” she reminded her haters over a Right Said Fred sample. The propulsive beat and insistence that the old Taylor was “dead” only sharpened her point.

7. “So It Goes…”: Here, she switches things back to romance, reflecting on just how a new love interest might help her out of her fixations: “you make everyone disappear,” she explains in the moody, murky opening segment, which opens into a trap-lite chorus about getting caught up in the moment (and, of course, leaving some signature lipstick “on your face”). But for life with Swift, that’s just how it goes. “I’m yours to keep, and yours to lose. You know I’m not a bad girl, but I’ll do bad things with you,” she adds with a wink; this version of Swift has made a marked departure from her squeaky-clean roots as America’s Nashville sweetheart.

8. “Gorgeous”: Yes, that’s Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds’s baby daughter James opening up “Gorgeous” with a gurgle. But the rest of the song deals with adult topics. Over a bubbling, chime-like beat, Swift sings about the irresistible power of attraction — even when it’s not the best idea. “You’re so gorgeous, it actually hurts,” she sings with frustration. “There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have.” Despondent, she talks of heading home to hang out with her cats — and then, with a wink, invites her object of attention to join her.

9. “Getaway Car”: Told as a dramatic story of a heist and an ill-fated love adventure over shimmering 80s-style production, “Getaway Car” is one of Swift’s most metaphor-driven tracks on the album. “We never had a shotgun shot in the dark,” she sings with a rebellious twang. “Nothing good starts in a getaway car.” Swift’s has often had its fair share of melodrama; remember “Into the Woods”? In “Getaway Car,” though, she calls herself a “traitor” who turns in her erstwhile partner in crime. Looks like Swift might be willing to flirt with the dark side, but she’s no good at following through with crimes — of the legal kind, or of the heart. Instead, she says, she takes the keys and leaves the guy stranded at a motel. It’s no happy ending, but it’s a reminder that Swift isn’t afraid to assert her independence.

10. “King of My Heart”: Taylor Swift has always been good at love songs. In “King of My Heart” she hits her sweet spot, over a synth-heavy track and strategic auto-tune assist. “I’m perfectly fine, I live on my own, I made up my mind I’m better off bein’ alone,” she starts off. But it doesn’t stay that way for long; after meeting a (evidently non-American) paramour who pursues her, the story (and the song) go straight into the romance. “You’re the one I have been waiting for,” she gushes, dissing some other guys with “their fancy cars” who didn’t quite measure up to this new interest. And yes, the character in the title is indeed the king of her heart — and body, and soul.

11. “Dancing With Our Hands Tied”: Although it starts off as a down-tempo, melancholy kind of tune, “Dancing With Our Hands Tied” adds in Swift’s now-rote trap-lite drop to amp up the drama on this will-we-won’t-we tale of star-crossed lovers separated by an unkind fate. “I had a bad feeling,” she suggests about the romantic interest, but she goes on to dance with him anyway; some chemistry just can’t be denied.

12. “Dress”: “I only bought this dress so you could take it off,” Swift sings slyly on “Dress,” her most overtly sexual work yet. She wants her lover to carve his name into her bedpost; her hands shake in anticipation. A breathy, synth-y track with lots of whispery vocals, Swift is unequivocal about her interest in this person as much more than a friend. “Made your mark on me; a golden tattoo,” she sings cryptically. It’s a departure from her usually PG approach to love songs, emblematic of a Swift who’s claiming her maturity more than ever.

13. “This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things”: Kicking things off with a siren sound, Swift strips it back to a stomping call-out of the haters, a giddy sister of sorts to dark lead single “Look What You Made Me Do.” “Why’d you have to rain on my parade?” she asks, her voice petulant, sneering with humor and attitude. “This is why we can’t have nice things, darling: because you break them, I have to take them away.” When she tries to go diplomatic — “forgiveness is a nice thing to do” goes one line, sung in an angelic lilt — she breaks the fourth wall with a burst of sharp laughter. Swift is no longer willing to “Shake It Off,” as she once tried to do.

14. “Call It What You Want”: Maybe the most by-the-book Swift song on Reputation, “Call It What You Want” is a slow-burning meditation on the transformative power of relationships, filled with lyrical puns: “All the liars are calling me one,” she sighs at one point. “All my flowers grew back as thorns.” But this is still a love letter, and a reminder that Swift has moved on from the fray around her so-called “reputation.” “My baby’s fly like a jetstream, high above the whole scene,” she sings proudly, making it clear that the baby in question has taken her along for the ride.

15. “New Year’s Day”: Her one acoustic piano ballad on the album, “New Year’s Day” is a tender and intimate love song. The snapshots are sweet and evocative: glitter on the floor after a party, candle wax and polaroids on the hardwood floor, holding hands in the backseat of a taxi. “Hold on to the memories,” she repeats in the chorus, “and I will hold on to you.” Nostalgic for the moment even as it’s happening, it’s a lovely, effecting closer, letting Swift’s voice and earnest message shine without the complications of over-production. She may get her kicks with big pop anthems, but vulnerable ballads like this one are just as much a part of her musical DNA.

Lifted from Time Magazine