why the speak now world tour is literally the best concert tour to ever exist:
i don’t think you should wait, i think you should speak now
the extra long intro of sparks fly that just builds up the tension and excitment for when taylor appears
the gold sparkly dress
the way sparks fly slows down and you can hear the piano play
the red electric guitar
when taylor takes a pause during mine to make her infamous hand hearts
the way taylor shouts “GO!” before the story us starts playing
the agency and every single way they are involved in this tour
CAN I PLEASE SEE YOU JUMP
the extended “now now noooooooooowwwww” in the story of us
that dancer performing and cheering on the crowd before taylor jumps out
the way taylor and the dancers just pop out of the stage during performances
taylors cute side braid
the banjo/fiddle intro before our song
the porch with the front steps
those random fake animals
the pure country jams with our song and mean
the cute little white dress she wears when performing our song and mean
the violin intro before back to december
back to december being played on piano!!!!
the white piano
the mashup of back to december/apologise/you’re not sorry aka the best mashup to ever exist ever
he said it’s too late to apologise it’s too laaaaaatttteeTHIS IS ME SWALLOWING MY PRIDE STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU it’s too late to apologise SAYING IM SORRY FOR THAT NIIIIIIGHTit’s to laaaattteeehe said you’re not sorry nooo no nooooooo
the beautiful blue gown that taylor wears
the fact that she’s wearing the better than revenge dress underneath
HEY IT’S ME, LEAVE A MESSAGE, MAKE IT HOT
that red sparkly dress
how after taylor sings “let’s hear the applause” caitlin and liz sing “show me how much better you are”
the guitar solos playing after better than revenge
the fact that taylor performed speak now right after better than revenge, like what a master of story telling
the wedding march playing before speak now is performed
the fact that there was an actual wedding on stage
but you are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl *CLAP CLAP*
taylor fricken swift literally ruining a wedding
that beautiful purple dress
taylor giving the gloves she wore to some lucky fan in the audience
taylor walking through the crowd while an extended version on speak now is playing
finally finishing speak now when she arrives at the b stage
the b stage being a fricken tree
the many amazing covers taylor performed eg nashville, drops of jupiter, bette davis eyes, sweet escape etc.
the cute little ukulele she plays
the upbeat ukulele version of fearless featuring hey soul sister and im yours
the acoustic version of ours
the koi fish guitar
taylor playing last kiss on the koi fish guitar with the harp being played on the main stage
taylor playing the beginning of you belong with me and then making her way through the crowds to get back to the main stage
the way she orchestrates the crowd to sing the chorus of you belong with me
taylor sitting on the stairs singing dear john
I’M SHINING LIKE FIREWORKS OVER YOUR SAD EMPTY TOWN *CUE FIREWORKS SHINING OVER TAYLOR AND THIS AMAZING TOUR*
the beautiful piano/violin intro with the ballet dancers before enchanted starts
the fairytale style dress taylor wears while performing enchanted
the whole fairytale theme for enchanted
the extended ‘please don’t be in love with someone else etc’
when the extended intro to haunted starts playing and taylor acts scared and runs off the stage to change outfits
the haunted bells
the tattered black/red dress
the haunted into + the bells = perfection
taylor disappearing under the bells and then returning from underneath the bells like a minute later wearing the black and silver dress and with the sparkly guitar
this song is so completely 100% for you
the way the crowd screams when she sings “the crowds in stands went wild”
the way liz sings “this is absurd”
we have absolutely loved spending time in your town and you’ve been so amazing to us. I mean, you guys know every single word and you’ve danced this entire night and it means the world to me and every single person you see on stage. thank you.
taylor sitting on the couch with the agency performing fifteen
the pretty pink princess dress taylor wears
how on the screen there are photos of the agency from when they were fifteen and them at the present
how the last photo shown during fifteen is taylor at fifteen
how in some shows taylor performed safe and sound
that show when taylor performed eyes open before it was officially released
taylor of course performing love story
flying around the stadium/arena in the balcony
all the special guests she brought out during the tour
the arm lyrics
when she wore the 13 on her hand
the way the stage was inspired by central park
the fact that this tour so completely portrays the magic that taylor manages to capture in the album that she wrote and produced all by herself when she was 19 years old
Warnings: SMUT, NOT PROOFREAD, loss of virginity, possible spoilers, some really weird angst, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cursing, possibly more
Word Count: 953
Request: “Could you do an angsty smut thing woth jimmy where its thier first time and she’s like ‘touch me’ and he is so overwhelmed and happy cause omg she loves him???? Idk man but anyways its fine if not and i rlly love ur writing and yeah :)” - Anon
A/N: ty ty ty my child. And I’m not good with angst tbh so ???
And apparently condoms weren’t a huge thing in the 50′s like what? As much as I write unprotected sex, the idea disgusts me tbh.
(I’ve had this in my drafts for forever, sorry!)
“Jimmy,” You whisper as your boyfriend messily tugs the buttons on the front of your blouse. “I can help you…” He pulls the navy blue sleeves down your shoulders, and off of your arms, letting it fall on the floor, much to your annoyance.
“I wanna do it.” You quietly agree, but moments later notice Jimmy grumble, fumbling with your bra. You reach around your back, un-clipping the black garment. He lets out a small sigh, admiring you.
It’s like slow-motion when Jimmy’s lips smash against yours in a quick, passionate kiss that would lead to him tossing you back on the bed, and him un-buckling his trousers with a sly smile, completely forgetting it’s your first time. It wasn’t until he noticed how fast your heart was beating that he remembered, and to which he attempted to stop his actions. After reassuring him that there was nothing to be afraid of, he began again, very slowly.
“My God Jimmy, I’m not made of glass!” You said, a little bit irritated. Alright, a lot a bit irritated. He knew that he could touch you, that you wanted to be touched by him, but he just couldn’t ever get it through his brain. The two of you had fooled around before, going so far as to you sucking him off in bed during the late hours of the night, thankful that he had his own caravan, but never actually done it. Every time you got close to it happening, he backed out because he was nervous. You weren’t letting that happen this time, though. You were going to show him that it was okay. Whether he believed you or not, well, that was up to him.
Pulling him down on the bed with you, you flip over so he’s under you. Pulling his briefs down, his cock springs free. His size had never, ever failed to surprise you, and sometimes it felt like maybe he was too big. But through the times, he had managed to convince you that he wasn’t “too big” as you had originally thought. The thought still lurked sometimes, though.
“Darlin’, what are you doing?” You quickly shush him, trying to keep your thoughts (and confidence) in order. Sliding your panties off, you toss them to the side, along with your skirt, which Jimmy had previously un-zipped halfway. You hear Jimmy laugh nervously, mumbling something or another about you.
You line his cock up with your entrance, slowly sliding down. A small whimper escapes your parted lips, and Jimmy quickly brings his hands to grip your thighs. “Oh darlin’…” After a moment of adjusting to him, you raise yourself up, your hands on his chest, quickly falling again, the warmth already rising in your stomach.
He groans again, feeling your warmth clasp around him. Jimmy mumbles nonsense, only every few words intelligible. You didn’t mind his sounds, just wished you knew what he was saying. You could make guesses, though.
With another thrust, the two of you fall into a nice rhythm. Every time you’d slide down, he’d buck up to meet you. It was a strange way to lose your virginity, but you weren’t really sure if there was a uniform way to do it. Moans spilled from your newly dirty lips, and somehow, pride was apparent in them. You were brand new to the game, but had Jimmy Darling (of all people!) a groaning mess beneath you.
“J-Jimmy!” You pant, Jimmy pushing you back down to meet his hips. He let out a loud grunt escape his lips, feeling you pulse on his cock.
Meanwhile, Jimmy was lost in his own little world. You were the center of his thoughts, how fucking gorgeous you looks sitting on his cock, the angelic sounds you made, the way your body moved… He was so proud of himself for landing a girl as amazing as you. His mind didn’t even jump to the fact that he didn’t deserve you, unlike usual. It was safe to say that you had blown his mind with your sudden dominance.
He had been with two or three girls before. They were awkward, mostly drunken encounters, who were quick and dirty in the back alley. A back alley Sally, if you will. And I mean, who would want to fuck the lobster boy sober? They had gone with whatever he lead with, and probably ignored him the entire time. None of them spoke up about what they wanted, or even attempted at communicating their needs.
But you took charge, apparently, and Jimmy loved that.
With his hands still on your hips and in the perfect sync, he made an attempt at flipping the pair of you over, so that you were on the bed. A second later, you dismount the handsome boy and lay on the bed, the warm Florida breeze sticking to your skin. Jimmy eagerly takes the opportunity and climbs on top of you, peppering kisses on your neck and chest.
It’s not but a few seconds before he’s mercilessly (well, almost) pounding into you. Now, it was your turn to be the moaning mess beneath your lover, enjoying every single second.
“Jim- Ah!” You shout, Jimmy’s hand quickly rising to cover your mouth.
“Shh. We don’t wanna be caught, do we?” Shaking your head no, he lifts his hand. Quickly, and without warning, you feel yourself release over him again. He groans. Not but a few minutes later, both of you had finished and were laying messily sprawled out on the bed. “Well then…”
“Well then, indeed.” You confirm. He smiles, pulling your bare body closer. And soon enough, the pair of you are fast asleep, praying that nobody entered the van until morning.
I’ve been on a little bit of a Pride avatar kick since it’s June, so I thought I’d put these together just for fun!
Yes, I’m going to make more (based on my limited knowledge of this ‘shipping’ thing that is all the rage right now), and no, this is neither a condemnation nor an endorsement of your preferred pairings.
DRINKING GAME: take a shot every time a parked car conversation ends in tears and sounds like a wine glass hitting hardwood with too much force to be an accident.
DRINKING GAME: take a shot every time you wake up in a cold sweat because you had a dream where you loved someone that you shouldn’t have. or should have. or shouldn’t have. or-
DRINKING GAME: take a shot every time somebody asks me how you are and I lie about knowing the answer to that question because I never bothered to learn how to say your name followed by the word “gone.”
DRINKING GAME: take a shot every time you think about touching yourself. another shot if you don’t. another shot if you do but end up crying before you’ve finished. another shot if you can’t finish without thinking about their teeth on your earlobe like water on a grease fire, like red lights when you’re late.
DRINKING GAME: take a shot every time you lose your voice because this is the eleventh time you’ve listened to drops of jupiter within the last hour and the only volume that your vocal cords have when it comes to the words “did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?” is excruciatingly uncomfortable.
DRINKING GAME: take a shot every time you consider driving to the city, driving until the engine burns out, driving to a place that neither of you have ever been, driving until the part of you that still knows what they smell like in the late afternoon jumps out the passenger side door and doesn’t bother running after you.
DRINKING GAME: take a shot every time something seemingly insignificant brings you to your knees. the color red. batman cartoons. the soft drink aisle of the grocery store. warmth.
DRINKING GAME: take a shot every time you write another poem about them leaving and it doesn’t make you feel any better, it just reminds you of all the things that are still left to say.