Clowning Over Here But Imagine If She Actually Does A MEGA All Albums Mashup Into A Song On The Last

clowning over here but imagine if she actually does a MEGA all albums mashup into a song on the last night of the eras tour

Taylor’s next surprise song:

It’s been a long tiiimee cominggg

It’s fEARless

BIG REPUTATION

And they said speak now-ow

Into folkloreeee

My name is Taylor, and I was born in 1989!

Evermoree

Loving him was redd

Re-e-e-ed Re-e-e-ed

Meet me at midnightt

LovERR

@taylorswift @taylornation

are you spying on me-

you're sleepy huh. i bet you're sleepy. I bet you're so sleepy right now

ALL OF THESE REQUIRE GETTING OUT OF BED

if I ever found some woman like Luka, I'm gonna get married to her so fast- my homophobic parents wouldn't even know what to do

As an INFP I do think these things a lot but seeing them written out just hurts more for some reason

posts that make me want to rip my heart out part 5

"How can I be losing the memory of you," Loki's voice cracked with emotion, "but still feel the love so intensely?"

This heartbreakingly reminds me of

"And though I can't recall your face I still got love for you"

٠ ─ fading memory ❟

pairing : loki laufeyson x reader

word count : 500 something

summary : loki can't seem to remember. and he can't seem to forget.

warnings : angsty. reader death (not mentioned, vague notions towards it.) -i think that's it, let me know if i missed anything-

a/n : gif not mine. found on google. first small fic ive ever published. constructive criticism is helpful. reblogs and likes are vastly appreciated.

The bitter winds of Asgard howled through the empty halls of the palace, carrying with them the whispers of forgotten memories. Loki stood alone in his chambers, the weight of loneliness heavy upon his shoulders. He traced the intricate carvings of Yggdrasil etched into the stone walls, his mind drifting to memories of a time long past.

"It's hard to remember your face," Loki whispered into the empty room, his voice barely a breath against the silence. "The curvature of your bones, every line…it's like a haze, a haze of something I loved so dearly."

He closed his eyes, trying to summon the image of your face, but it slipped through his fingers like grains of sand. Once vivid memories now blurred and faded, leaving only a faint impression of your presence.

"How can I be losing the memory of you," Loki's voice cracked with emotion, "but still feel the love so intensely?"

He sank to his knees, his heart heavy with the weight of grief and longing. The only person he ever wanted was fading into dust before his very eyes, slipping away into the abyss of forgotten dreams.

The fear emerged from the shadows, clawing at his heart with icy fingers. The fear of not only losing sight of you but never feeling that love again. The thought of never again hearing your laughter, feeling your touch, or seeing the light in your eyes sent a shiver down his spine.

Loki clenched his fists, his chest tightening with despair. He had faced battles, conquered kingdoms, and defied fate itself, but nothing could prepare him for the agony of losing you. You, who had once been his anchor in a world of chaos, his solace in the midst of turmoil.

"I would give anything to hold you one last time," Loki whispered, his voice barely audible over the echoing emptiness of the room.

But you were gone, lost to him in a sea of fading memories and shattered dreams. He had searched every corner of the realms, but you remained elusive, a ghost haunting the halls of his mind.

Loki rose to his feet, his gaze falling upon the reflection of his own weary face in the mirror. The once proud prince of Asgard now stood broken and hollow, his heart aching for a love he could no longer grasp.

He reached out, tracing the lines of his reflection with trembling fingers, as if trying to hold onto the fleeting fragments of his own identity. But even his own reflection seemed to waver and fade, mirroring the dissolution of his once vibrant spirit.

The echoes of your laughter filled the room, a cruel reminder of what he had lost. Loki closed his eyes, willing the memories to fade, to release him from the grip of their torment.

But try as he might, he could not escape the haunting specter of your absence. You were everywhere and nowhere, a presence that lingered in the shadows, taunting him with the promise of what could have been.

Loki's chest tightened with a suffocating despair as he realized that he was losing not only you but also himself. Without you, he was adrift in a sea of darkness, consumed by the emptiness that gnawed at his soul.