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the crowd lost it over tiwycf, as they should honestly
It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well.
the crowd lost it over tiwycf, as they should honestly
is that why I always feel like strutting everytime I listen to the queer master peice that is goldrush
I love that Karlie’s walk perfectly matching the Gold Rush beat is making the rounds on Twitter. The proof is undeniable.
(and so cute! Taylor is such a romantic.)
The simultaneous "yes"
I didn't participate in a lot of events at my gifted school, mostly because they involved being "social," or "leaving" my room. I remember the dances were the most fun to stay back in the dorms for, because everyone was gone and that meant WAY better internet.
There was, however, one event I always loved to participate in: the Gold Rush, known one year as the Gem Hunt. It was organized annually (or occasionally semi-annually) by a student life advisor named Jim. He was an outdoors-y kind of person, and this was his attempt at getting us students unfused from our keyboards and into the sunshine.
He went out and hid colored rocks around the campus for the students to find. These could be traded for fancy prizes like snacks and stuff. There were a few bigger rocks that were worth a lot more, but they were much more deviously hidden; I remember one up in the nook of a tree, hidden by the leaves. But the best prize was the giant rock, which was always the central focus of the hunt - whoever found it would be granted anything - within reason, of course, which usually meant either worth ~$15, or some sort of service like "a private fire in the back for me and my significant other." In sum, it was kind of like a high-stakes Easter egg hunt.
Our campus was located on top of a college campus, and there were four major routes: two paths from each dorm to the school building, a path between the two dorms, and a path out by the lake. Each time the hunt was on, I went up and down those about ten times each looking for the rocks. Of course, I was always most interested in the big rock, because I could feasibly get a game with it.
The year of the gem hunt (the last one before I went to college), I had made my routes up and down the dorm paths, but hadn't gone out to the lake yet, so I invited one of my closest friends, Eric, to come with me. We agreed that if we found it, we'd split the prize.
The lake path is the longest by far - about half a mile. It's popular with the college students as an exercise path, both for the length and the scenic route. We started at one end and combed the whole path, finding bunches of little rocks that most others had missed. We even found some in pieces of trash, like old chip bags. But there were no large rocks, and the number of small rocks seemed to be fewer towards the end of the path. Moreover, we didn't find the largest rock.
So I convinced Eric to look with me another couple of times. All we found was more trash. I was certain it was somewhere near the lake, as I had already scoured the other paths without success. Finally, after maybe the fifth pass (without finding any more rocks), I conceded and we went back. To give an idea of the time, we started at 3PM and didn't go back until 6.
After eating dinner (and convincing ourselves someone else found it), we went to talk to Jim. I turned in my haul for some snacks and casually mentioned the large rock.
"Yeah, no one found it this time," he said. "I'm pretty proud of where I hid it." "Really?" Eric chimed in. "Can you tell us?" "It's late enough that no one's going to find it, so I suppose... Do you guys remember seeing a crushed styrofoam cup?"
What followed could have come straight out of a movie. Eric and I both turned to each other with shocked realization, then turned back and, with perfect timing, deadpanned:
"Yes."
Because out of all the litter lining the lake, there was only one small styrofoam cup, located near the beginning of the path at the lake's edge. And we had both ruled it out, because the large rock definitely couldn't fit. How could that possibly have worked out?
"There's a small gold rock in there," he explained. "I tied some fishing line to it. On the other end is a plastic bag with the big rock in it. I dropped that into the lake itself. So when someone found the small rock, they would find the large rock."
We all got a good laugh out of it. Although I was mostly laughing at the mind-reading Eric and I did. Secretly, I was screaming at Jim.
Anyone else feel like they hear the little piano melody from “Starlight” in “Gold Rush”?
"I don’t like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush" - Taylor Swift, "Gold Rush"
—gold rush
pairing: quill kipps x gn!reader
summary: loving quill kipps feels like a gold rush
warnings: none
note: SURPRISE SURPRISE!! posting three fics in a day must be a new record! you could say i'm in my active era 😇
one of his hands was gliding through his hair and it fell into place effortlessly. you almost lost your mind at it. he put the sword back into it's holder with his other hand, looking around the house to see if his help was still needed somewhere. then he noticed you and came over.
"hello, love" he smiled brightly, before he kissed you
"are you finished?"
quill nodded happily, interlacing your fingers and following you away from the scene. leaving everyone else behind.
you made your way to arif's next. sitting down in your favorite booth and odering your favorite donuts, laughing, talking.
you could feel the eyes of some of the costumers, watching you and your boyfriend lovingly. they would smile when you did and gush when he kissed your hand or made you blush.
one lady even complimented the two of you directly, after quill had left the last donut for you.
he had brought some uno cards, because it was your favorite card game and you won against him three times, while enjoying your hot chocolate.
"i love winter" quill was watching the snow fall from the window, while you were shuffling the cards for another round
"yeah?" you laughed, always excited to find out something new about him. it was amazing to have known a person for such a long time and still finding out new things about them. "but you hate the cold"
he shrugged his shoulder, taking his eyes off the window and back to you "doesn't matter. i still love winter"
"that's such a contrary belief, darling"
"i know" he smiled "that's what makes me interesting"
"you can't love and hate the cold at the same time" you giggled "that's not how it works"
"can i tell you a secret?" he motioned for you to lean forward on the table, coming closer as well and then muttering softly into your ear "i don't care"
you laughed again. the sensation of his breath tickling your neck.
"okay" you handed him his cards "guess i have to accept that"
after you had won once again, or maybe he had lost on purpose, you couldn't tell, the two of you left arif's. saying goodbye to the guests that had not stopped smiling since the two of you had arrived.
he walked you home. the snow was falling even thicker than before. you felt yourself starting to love winter as well. just because he did. just because you loved everything he did.
"what do you like most about winter?" you asked
"how quiet it gets" quill smiled, waving his hand through the air, trying to catch snowflakes. "it's almost peaceful"
you watched him lovingly. he looked like a little boy again. you wondered why everything he did and said always seemed so magical to you. almost like he was special, different to everyone you had ever met.
almost like he wasn't real. right out of a fairytale or some old folklore.
"i like snow" you said softly when he showed you one of the snowflakes he had caught, before it turned into water from the warmth of his hand.
"i like you" quill kissed your temple. "even more than i like winter"
"that seems exaggerated" you rolled your eyes
"it isn't" quill assured honestly. his eyes were shining through, standing out from the white snow all around you and you wanted to cry. "you're my favorite"
"you're my favorite, too"
he squeezed your hand, while the both of you fell into comfortable silence. you stopped in front of your house and he tilted his head, so his face met the falling snow.
"you will get ill" you reminded
he shrugged his shoulders, quickly kissing your lips
"you're so cold" you giggled, trying to escape his arms.
"but you're warm" he argued laughing at the way you were trying to get away from him without a chance.
finally, you gave up, just letting him hold you and looking into his eyes. one of his hands went into his hair again and it fell into place effortlessly.
"stop staring" you looked to your side, confused where the voice had come from. "he's gonna notice!" there it was again. "y/n!" lucy called louder now and you tore your eyes away from quill to look at her.
"huh?" you questioned. lucy was standing next to you, looking in the same direction you had a second ago. quill was busy fixing his sword and looking if he was still needed.
there was no snow around you. it wasn't even winter.
"you really have to stop doing that" lucy said serious "he's way too old for you as well"
"you're right" you smiled sadly, following her back to where george and lockwood were waiting.
your eyes fell onto quill one last time. he noticed you looking and raised his arm, waving at you while he smiled. you waved back, all while asking yourself what it must be like to grow up that beautiful.
you would never get an answer to that.
- I've been blossoming alone over you
Mitski, “Pink in the Night” / jhart / Yahoo Sports / Billie Eilish, “BIRDS OF A FEATHER” / X / Delaware Online / Sports Illustrated College / Hanif Abdurraqib, “In This Scene” / ESPN / New York Post / jalenbrunson1 / New York Post / jhart / Yahoo Sports / New York Post / New York Magazine / Getty / Getty / “Like a Kennedy” by @yaerine / Taylor Swift, “Gold Rush” / Mary Oliver, “Thirst” / Athlon Sports
inspired by this heartwrenching (yet lovely) web weave by @novaknicks
tried to source all the images but the ones that aren’t linked are probably ones I saw on @abruiseblue @comebckszn @cazluvsu @simplechange blogs so thank y’all !! and credit to thee sports rpf bible @its-always-silly-season for the poems and general lore im not even a nyk fan but I do have a soft spot in my heart for dubs legend donte divincenzo which by extension includes his bfs now lol. wishing him well in minny or wherever he ends up ! 💌
Golden as I open my eyes...
H.S.
reblog and put in the tags a song from each album that you would add to the setlist
reblog and put in the tags:
the 1 or willow? cardigan or champagne problems? the last great american dynasty or gold rush? exile or ‘tis the damn season? my tears ricochet or tolerate it? mirrorball or no body, no crime? seven or happiness? august or dorothea? this is me trying or coney island? illicit affairs or ivy? invisible string or cowboy like me? mad woman or long story short? epiphany or marjorie? betty or closure? peace or evermore? hoax or right where you left me? the lakes or it’s time to go?
🤎
FOR SCIENCE: reblog and tag your top five songs from evermore
"Gleaming, twinkling...
...eyes like sinking ships on waters, so inviting, I almost jump in."