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what if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh...'cause you were never mine
Currently thinking about ‘guilty as sin?’
Maybe it’s her reckoning with how much she blamed herself for their problems and fights in past songs (e.g., afterglow “it’s all me in my head / I’m the one who burned us down”)
And she’s finally acknowledging that not all of the guilt she felt in the past was justified and it wasn’t all her fault
So it’s “guilty as sin?” because she’s questioning it (or being sarcastic about it) like ‘oh was it really all my fault?’ (Also probs ‘oh was I really just too much to handle? Was there really no one in the world who could take it? Or could you just not take it??’)
said this in tags earlier but i think a major theme on TTPD is going to be taylor realizing that she doesn’t break everything she touches, loom like a dark cloud over her entire universe, or bear blame for every issue in her interpersonal relationships
“I can’t find a pulse, my heart won’t start anymore…for you”
“Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?”
“And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone’s bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite”
These lyrics keep bouncing around in my head
Gold cage, hostage to my feelings to this cage was once just fine pipeline
Guilty as Sin
Pairing: Reader x Eddie Munson
Word Count: 1460
Prompt: Guilty as Sin by Taylor Swift
Summary: As the new girl in town, you’ve been warned to stay away from Eddie Munson, the school freak, but the fantasy of being with him consumes your thoughts until you can't tell what’s real and what isn’t.
Warnings: Intense fantasy and obsession, emotional confusion and guilt, unsolicited warnings and social judgment.
You’ve heard it all before. The whispers, the sideways glances, the unsolicited warnings.
"Eddie Munson? Seriously?" they say, with raised eyebrows and skeptical smirks, as if the very idea of him being more than the school freak is incomprehensible. They don’t know him, not really. They only see what they want to see—wild hair, heavy metal shirts, and those infamous D&D campaigns he holds in the Hellfire Club. To them, he’s the guy who didn’t fit, who refuses to blend into the mundane.
But you... you've seen something different.
It’s a fantasy, isn't it? Or maybe it’s more than that. Either way, you can’t shake the thoughts—the ones that creep into your mind late at night when the world is quiet, and you’re alone with only your imagination to keep you company. That’s when Eddie Munson becomes more than just a distant figure at the back of the classroom. In those moments, he’s yours.
You can see it so clearly, sometimes too clearly. It feels real, almost as if your mind is playing tricks on you. The way he’d hold your hand under the table, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin. The way his voice would drop when he talks to you, low and rough, as if every word is a secret shared just between the two of you. His laughter—God, his laughter—ringing in your ears, free and genuine, breaking through the walls you’ve built around yourself.
You can imagine what they would say if they knew. The judgment, the disbelief. They’ve already told you who Eddie is supposed to be—a troublemaker, a loser, not boyfriend material. But they don’t know him. They don’t know the way his eyes soften when he thinks no one’s looking or how he’s always watching out for the ones who are as out of place as he is. You’ve seen it—those moments where the mask slips and the real Eddie shines through.
Sometimes, you think you’re losing it. The lines blur between what’s real and what’s imagined, and you can’t help but wonder... are these just fantasies, or are they memories? Did you really feel his lips brush against yours one day, soft and hesitant, or was that just another one of your wild daydreams? You remember the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the way your heart raced when he whispered your name, but no... that couldn’t have happened. Could it?
It’s all in your mind. You’re drowning in the fantasy of him, and you let yourself sink deeper because reality—without him—is too dull, too empty. You picture him standing in front of you, sending a shiver down your spine as he leans in close, his breath warm against your skin. You’ve never kissed him, not really, but you imagine it every time you close your eyes. Messy top lip kiss. How you long for it, crave it, even though you’ve never felt it for real. But it doesn’t matter, does it? Because in your head, you’ve already done it all.
They don’t understand. The guilt you feel, the way your heart aches every time someone tells you to forget him. But how can you forget someone who’s carved himself so deeply into your thoughts, into your very being? How can you be guilty as sin for something that’s never happened yet feels more real than anything else?
There’s a constant tug-of-war between what you want and what you’re allowed to have. Every day feels like you’re standing at the edge, staring down at the abyss, wondering if you should take that leap. But then you think of him—Eddie—and you know you’d jump, without hesitation, if it meant being with him. Even if it’s just in your mind.
You keep recalling things you never did. The stolen glances across the room, the way he’d smile at you when no one else was watching. The way you feel his hands on your waist, his lips against your ear, even though he’s never touched you. How can you be so sure it hasn’t happened? Because every time you think of him, it feels like you’re slipping, falling back into that fantasy, deeper and deeper until you can’t tell where it ends.
Maybe that’s why it feels so dangerous. You imagine the world finding out, the judgment that would rain down on you. They’d crucify you for loving him, for daring to dream of something different, something real. What if he’s written 'mine' on my upper thigh, only in my mind? The thought makes you shiver because it feels true. It feels like something only you know, something sacred, even if it exists only in the corners of your mind.
And yet, you can’t stop. You won’t stop. Even if it’s all make-believe, it’s the only thing that makes sense, the only thing that feels right. You’ve chosen him, Eddie Munson, even if the rest of the world thinks you’re insane. You’ve screamed his name in the dead of night, whispered his secrets into the darkness, and you’ve built a world where it’s just the two of you.
So what if it’s not real? It’s real enough. Without ever touching his skin, you know what it’s like to be his. You’ve built your desires, your longings, into something that feels like a vow, a promise neither of you will ever break. You don’t need to touch him to know what it would be like. You already know.
And then it happens. You’re standing at your locker, spinning the dial absentmindedly, lost in your thoughts of him again. It’s the same fantasy as always—you imagine him walking up to you, leaning against the lockers with that lazy grin that makes your knees weak. You picture him teasing you, something playful in his voice as he inches closer until his lips are just inches from yours. It’s a scene you’ve replayed a hundred times in your head.
This is where it always happens. Where you lose yourself in the daydream, where the fantasy becomes so vivid you almost forget it isn’t real. You can practically feel his presence beside you, smell the faint scent of cigarettes and leather, his warmth cutting through the cold, distant reality of the school hallways.
And then, there’s a voice.
“Hey, new girl,” he says, voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.
Your heart skips, the sensation so real it almost startles you. You blink, forcing yourself to remember that this is just another dream, just another figment of your imagination. You’ve been here before, conjuring him up in the quiet spaces of your mind, letting yourself believe, if only for a moment, that he’s really standing in front of you. But this time, it’s different. There’s something about the way his eyes lock onto yours, intense and knowing. Something about the smirk that curls at the edge of his lips.
It’s just your mind playing tricks on you. It has to be.
But when he leans in closer, your breath hitches. You feel the warmth of his body, the soft brush of his lips as he whispers something you can’t quite hear. The world around you blurs, and for a second, you forget what’s real and what isn’t.
And before you can stop yourself, you close the distance between you. Your lips press against his—tentative, soft at first, almost like you’re testing the boundary between reality and fantasy. But he’s warm, solid. You feel the way he kisses you back, his hand brushing against your cheek, pulling you deeper into the moment.
The bell rings, a sharp sound cutting through the haze, and you pull back, breathless. Your heart pounds in your chest, and for a split second, you look into his eyes, waiting for the illusion to shatter, for the fantasy to slip away as it always does.
But he doesn’t fade. He stands there, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face.
“Took you long enough,” he says, his voice teasing, but there’s something deeper in his tone, something that sends another shiver down your spine.
You let out a shaky laugh, stepping back, still half-convinced that the world will snap back into focus and you’ll be standing alone, as you always are. You turn, walking away as your heart continues to race, the kiss still tingling on your lips. You tell yourself it wasn’t real. It couldn’t have been real.
But then, from across the hall, Eddie watches you go, his smile still lingering on his lips. He touches his mouth like he’s savoring the kiss, shaking his head slightly as if he can’t believe it just happened, either.
And as you disappear into the crowd, the truth lingers in the air—this time, it wasn’t a fantasy.
This time, it was real.
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guilty as sin? - taylor swift
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guilty as sin collage moment.. thanks to @cruellesummer for the collage kits!
TTPD is about IWTV
(Part Five)
This is a thread connecting Anne Rice’s The Vampire Chronicles to Taylor Swift’s most recent album, The Tortured Poet’s Department. Part One will be linked at the bottom, if you want to start from the beginning.
9.) Guilty As Sin?
My headcanon for the tv show is that the Devil’s Minion chapter has already happened by the time Daniel goes to Dubai to meet with Louis and Armand again.
This song tells the story of someone fantasizing about their crush, envisioning a life with them, dreaming about touching them - dreams so vivid that the narrator starts to question their sanity and morality because the make-believe is starting to feel real to them.
Let me set the scene: Older Daniel sees Rashid for the first time, and his heart starts racing. That’s odd. He starts thinking about the young man, obsessively. At first, he tells himself it’s because Rashid is a piece of Louis’ puzzle that doesn’t quite fit. But truthfully, he’s entranced by the man with big brown eyes and dark curls. Then, Daniel starts to dream of him. Is he losing his mind?
Maybe.
Or maybe… Daniel and Armand have spent more time together than Daniel can remember? Memory, you sly devil, you.
“I'm seeing visions”
“Am I bad or mad or wise?”
“I keep recalling things we never did”
“Without ever touchin' his skin”
“How can I be guilty as sin?”
A special bonus: here’s a video of them with “Guilty As Sin?” playing in the background. This isn’t my edit - I just took this one from YouTube (which is great - go watch it!) and slapped the song on top. It’s surprising how well it actually fits.
10.) Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me?
This is Lestat de Lioncourt in song form. Simple as that.
"Who's afraid of little old me?"
“Well, you should be”
“You should be”
“So tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?”
“So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street, crash the party like a record scratch as I scream”
Part One: https://www.tumblr.com/funtheysaid/749134183115456512/ttpd-is-about-iwtv
Part Six: https://www.tumblr.com/funtheysaid/749135507724877824/ttpd-is-about-iwtv
my lord this woman is not straight.
Likely thing for her to do 🌈
GUILTY AS SIN? BUT WOLFSTAR
Okay so everytime I listen to this song, I imagine Remus and Sirius (the ATYD ones) singing it for each other. And I really need to get this out of my head so here we are:
Drowning in the Blue Nile He sent me 'Downtown Lights' I hadn't heard it in a while My boredom's bone deep This cage was once just fine
This whole part is Remus. It's literally about HIM. Him talking about his "cage" (i.e. St. Edmund's) , which he had accepted before Hogwarts, and even the Shrieking Shack before the other Marauders transformed into animagi and helped him. Before Sirius told him that he doesn't deserve to suffer alone.
Am I allowed to cry?
This line is TOO accurate for ATYD Remus, as he's always avoiding crying and sees it as a weakness.
I dream of cracking locks Throwing my life to the wolves
Basically him after he meets Livia. My guy was ready to leave Hogwarts before NEWTs to go to the pack and kill Greyback ASAP.
Or the ocean rocks Crashing into him tonight He's a paradox I'm seeing visions, am I bad? Or mad? Or wise?
"Ocean Rocks". Taylor, you're not doing anything to disprove that you're NOT MsKingBean89. I think of them having confessions at the beach in Cornwall. Remus yelling at Sirius on the same beach and spilling his thoughts out after the staying with the pack for a month. Him having an identity crisis and screaming "I don't know who I am anymore!". Later that night, Sirius telling him that he's his Moony.
What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh Only in my mind? One slip and falling back into the hedge maze Oh what a way to die I keep recalling things we never did Messy top lip kiss How I long for our trysts
Them constantly fighting and then wanting for it to be over the next moment. Making up later.
Without ever touching his skin How can I be guilty as sin?
Now I think the next verse is from Sirius' perspective:-
I keep these longings locked In lowercase inside a vault
Sirius keeping his thoughts of Remus away from Walpurga. From the Dementors.
Someone told me There's no such thing as bad thoughts Only your actions talk
"Love is something you do"
These fatal fantasies Giving way to labored breath Taking all of me We've already done it in my head If it's make believe Why does it feel like a vow We'll both uphold somehow
Post Halloween 1976 Sirius thinking he's not gay and this is just his teenage hormones™, and wondering if HE has corrupted Remus.
What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh Only in my mind? One slip and falling back into the hedge maze Oh what a way to die My bedsheets are ablaze I've screamed his name Building up like waves Crashing over my grave Without ever touching his skin How can I be guilty as sin?
Finally, the BRIDGE:-
What if I roll the stone away? They're gonna crucify me anyway What if the way you hold me Is actually what's holy?
I imagine this to be from Remus because of all the hate werewolves get. He's always thinking that at the end of everything, he'd still be hated for what he is.
If long suffering propriety Is what they want from me They don't know how you've haunted me So stunningly I choose you and me ... Religiously
This is Sirius because everyone thinks he's guilty immediately because of his family. He never got a trial and was sent to Azkaban. The internalised homophobia and his love for Remus scared him so much, so it can be said that Remus HAS haunted him.
So yeah, in conclusion, Taylor wrote this song about them. Thank you for reading my gibberish ily here's a cookie 🍪
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