EXCUSE ME HI I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY 🙋♀️ I can’t wait to see so many of you on The Eras Tour next year at these new international dates! Visit TaylorSwift.com/tour for more information on your registrations, pre-sales and on-sales!!
I’m VERY excited to show you the back cover of Speak Now (my version) including the vault tracks and collaborations with Hayley Williams from Paramore and Fall Out Boy. Since Speak Now was all about my songwriting, I decided to go to the artists who I feel influenced me most powerfully as a lyricist at that time and ask them to sing on the album. They’re so cool and generous for agreeing to support my version of Speak Now. I recorded this album when I was 32 (and still growing up, now) and can’t wait to unveil it all to you on July 7th http://store.taylorswift.com
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Really thrilled to tell you this!! Mexico, Argentina and Brazil: We are bringing The Eras Tour to you this year! Sweet angel princess Sabrina Carpenter will be joining us on all of the shows! Visit taylorswift.com/tour for more information on your registrations, pre-sales and on-sales.
LOTS more international dates to come soon, promise!”
Um. SO much to tell you. I’m a massive fan of this brilliant artist and after getting to know her I can confirm: she is THE ONE to watch. So delighted to say that Karma Featuring the incredible Ice Spice will be out TOMORROW night at MIDNIGHT ET as a part of the new Midnights (Til Dawn Edition) deluxe album that you can pre-order now at taylor.lnk.to/thetildawnedition!
In addition to Karma Ft Ice Spice… You asked for it, we listened: Lana and I went back into the studio specifically to record more Lana on Snow on the Beach. Love u Lana 🥰😆☺️
But wait there’s more… for those of you going to the East Rutherford shows - we will have a new special edition CD available ONLY on site starting at 12:30pm ET on Friday! This CD will have a never before heard Midnights vault track called “You’re Losing Me”!
It fills me with such pride and joy to announce that my version of Speak Now will be out July 7 (just in time for July 9th, iykyk 😆) I first made Speak Now, completely self-written, between the ages of 18 and 20. The songs that came from this time in my life were marked by their brutal honesty, unfiltered diaristic confessions and wild wistfulness. I love this album because it tells a tale of growing up, flailing, flying and crashing… and living to speak about it. With six extra songs I’ve sprung loose from the vault, I absolutely cannot wait to celebrate Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) with you on July 7th. Pre-order now at http://taylor.lnk.to/SpeakNowTaylorsVersion 💜💜💜
Autumn Activities
Harry and Draco went out for mushrooms. The trip didn't go well. Written for the October 2021 Drarry Discord Drabble Challenge. Worcount: 200. Prompt: Shiver. Read on AO3
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“I know the way, trust me, I’m the stupid Chosen One,” Draco said in a mocking tone.
“Can you shut up already?” Harry snapped. “It was your idea to go out for mushrooms.”
“And it was your idea to leave the path! Now look! Who knows what lives in this forest, and how hungry it is!”
Harry rolled his eyes, but tightened his wand nonetheless. There was something spooky about that forest. A wolf howled in the distance.
“See? There are werewolves,” Draco said. Harry noticed that he had his wand out too.
“The moon isn’t out yet. I’m sure we’re close to the path now. I saw that tree before.”
“How do you know? All the trees look the same.”
“No, that one looks like a cock.”
“I don’t know what kind of cocks you’ve seen, but cocks don’t look like that.”
A pair of amber eyes suddenly appeared on the trunk sending shivers down their spines. Draco screamed.
“It’s just an owl!”
“You were scared too! Fuck, I dropped the mushrooms.”
“Draco… We’re idiots.”
“Not me, you.”
“We can just apparate home!”
Draco looked at him, and they bursted out laughing. Another wolf howled, making them scream again.
Harry: Can you move? You're taking the bed all for yourself
Draco: Nope
Harry: Dracooo! I'm going to fall off!
Draco: Then you'll have to cuddle me very tightly so you stay on the bed
Harry: The length you go for a cuddle!
tuck a cloud up under my chin
for the @drarrymicrofic prompt “lullaby”. the lullaby here is an actual song that i used to sing at summer camp- i couldn’t find a recorded version that’s sung that way i know it, but it’s a really beautiful and almost haunting melody. wc 304, rated G, no warnings. thanks to @lou-isfake for lookin over this!
“Bed is too small for my tiredness…”
“Hm?” Harry murmurs as he blinks into consciousness, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. He’s wrapped in warmth, and as he shifts a gentle hand comes up to cradle his cheek.
“Shhh,” Draco whispers, and Harry immediately settles back down into his husband's arms. “You were restless, I’m just singing. Go back to sleep.”
“‘Kay,” Harry whispers back. He tucks his nose into the crook of Draco’s neck, drifting back to a half-sleep as Draco’s hums low in his throat and pulls Harry closer. After a few moments of quiet, Harry shifts again. “Will you keep singing?”
“Oh,” Draco says softly. “Yes, alright.” He clears his throat as though embarrassed. Perhaps he is– Harry has only ever heard him sing along to the radio. Not like this, in the tender darkness of their room, his only accompaniment the hush of the winter wind outside.
“Give me a hillside of trees,” Draco sings, his voice low and wavering but true on the lilting notes. “Tuck a cloud up under my chin. Lord, blow the moon out please.”
“Where’d you learn this?” Harry asks against Draco’s skin.
“Hmm. My mother. It’s an old Muggle song, I think. She told me it was our secret.”
“‘S nice,” Harry says, heavy with sleep, and Draco exhales a soft laugh.
“There’s another verse.” Draco clears his throat again, singing along the same melody as before. “Rock me to sleep in a cradle of dreams. Sing me a lullaby of leaves. Tuck a cloud up under my chin. Lord, blow the moon out please.”
A realization coalesces in Harry’s mind, tender and lovely. “Do you always sing to me when I have nightmares?”
“I– I do,” Draco says softly, and Harry pulls him close, wrapped up in this gentle love.
just like a tattoo
Lillies. Roses. Daffodils.
Draco runs his finger over the garden etched on Harry’s forearm. “Whenever the need for whiskey got strong enough, I cut it with a different type of pain. It’s how I’ve stayed sober a year.”
He ignores the way Harry shivers at his touch; the way he shivers at Harry shivering at his touch. Slips a finger under Harry’s rolled-up plaid shirt and peers beneath it. Color gives way to black lines and dots. Ursa Major. Hercules. Orion.
“It’s not just flowers.”
“No. Flowers are for the alcohol cravings. Stars are for —” Harry lets out a deep breath. “Bloody bond is impossible. Stars are for whenever I felt the tug toward you.”
He pulls his collar down a little. Dozens of twinkling stars, and the moon. Draco would give anything to undo the rest of the buttons and see the night sky.
It’s just the bond, he thinks. “The bond broke last June,” he says.
Harry shrugs and offers Draco his other arm. Gemini, angry and red, still covered in plastic. Fresh.
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for @drarrymicrofic prompt: fresh | on ao3
I have no context for this, so feel free to come up with something 🙃🙃
Let me fling some Domestic Drarry your way (with a side helping of my two favorite people, Hermione and Rose).
My apologies for the un-betaed mess
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"Harry James Potter!" Hermione shouts. "What did you do to my daughter?"
Draco smirks from the corner. Rose Granger-Weasley, aged three, is currently running around Harry's lounge. Her clothes, once pristine and coordinating, are now a violent lime green and tattered. Her hair, usually a somewhat pleasing shade of ginger (if ginger could be considered pleasing) is a shock of pink and her face is covered in biscuit dough.
"I was gone for an hour," Hermione says slowly. Taking a deep breath, she continues. "What happened?"
Harry starts stammering out a response, lots of 'erm's and 'well's and finally Draco has had enough.
"She was bored," he says reaching down to pick up the giggling toddler. "She enjoyed it."
Hermione spares a single glance at Draco before looking back at Harry.
"You said—" she starts but her attention is pulled to Rose who is wiggling in Draco's arms.
Rolling his eyes and gently depositing one of his favourite people in the world onto the floor so he can save one of his other favourite people, Draco steps forward. He pulls Harry close and levels Granger with a piercing gaze.
She seems unaffected so Draco will have to work on being intimidating, he reckons.
Their eyes lock for a few moments before Harry clears his throat and Draco remembers what he's supposed to be doing. He reaches up and grabs Harry's face in his hands, squishing his cheeks.
"Oh, please," he says with a big smile, still holding Harry. "Have you seen this face?"
Neither Hermione nor Harry seem amused.
Draco huffs out a breath. " Obviously, I did this."
Rose lets out a squeal of delight and starts shouting "Blue, Draco! Blue," so Draco obliges and let's go of Harry to flick his wand at her and turn her hair blue.
Oh my God 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
“Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands.” - Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You
Draco doesn’t believe in miracles.
He’s five years old and his favourite peacock just died. He’s crying and he asks his father to make it come back.
Coming back from the dead is a miracle and miracles don’t exist, Draco. And act like a man. Men don’t cry.
Draco never dared to ask for a miracle to happen again. He wants to be a man. He wants to be like his father.
Now Draco’s twenty-four.
He looks across the room and meets green eyes. Messy black hair. Round ‘out-of-fashion’ glasses.
Everyone’s looking at those same green eyes. But only Draco’s getting their gaze back. Only Draco’s getting the smile spreading on that face.
There, Draco thinks. Miracle.
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For @drarrymicrofic February prompt, Miracle.
“Remus, I …” Sirius was fiddling with the zipper on his jacket, something he often did when he was nervous. “This- this might not be the right moment, but I can’t sit around and wait for that because-” He sighed. “-if something goes wrong and I never asked, I need you to know, I just- I figured …”
He stopped fiddling with the zipper and started searching through the inner pockets. “Oh, damn it.” Apparently he found what he was looking for in the second pocket, but struggled a bit to dig it out. His fist clenched around something small.
Sirius looked back at Remus, took a deep breath … and sank down to one knee in the snow at Remus’ feet, opening his hand to reveal a ring.
“Will you marry me?”
From some of the same ideas as this comic.
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why does everything have to have meaning? why can't i write a sentence simply because i adore the way it flows through my pen?
“Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.”
— Lisa Kleypas
