it's a godawful small affair

I wanted such a little thing from life... I wanted so m u c h. Clara Rose  Brewster. Manhattan, New York. This is an indie multifandom RP OC blog. 18+

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updates!:

1) so i just fully forgot to mention that i'm back! but hi!

2) this blog will be deleted by the end of the month as i segue into a multi-muse account; i will move new threads (created this year) to the next account, and am more than willing to start new threads with anyone over there. the username will be posted here once the account is up and running.

thank you for your support over the last ~10 years on this blog. i love you all so much.

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@truthlie: “have a cup of coffee, calm down.”

clara stops her frantic pacing and stops in front of the coffee pot. "do i look like i can calm down?" she asks, inhaling a sharp breath. she bites her lip and exhales heavily. it's almost as soon as she snapped that she finds herself feeling overwhelmingly guilty. foggy is trying to be helpful, and by all means, he absolutely is. clara knows that she's overreacting, even if she's worried out of her mind at the same time.

"i don't know how my kid is more accident prone than i am," clara explains as she reaches for the cup of coffee in foggy's extended hand. she takes a sip and another breath before continuing. "but the fact that he's in the hospital in massachusetts and i have to be in court with my client in about an hour... not loving that."

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@truthlie: “I’m sorry, I’m a little drunk.”

"no, because same," clara blurts out, coming down from a more giggly drunk state to a serious look at foggy. she lets out a soft sigh as she picks up her mostly-empty irish mule and takes one last sip, "like, it's probably not good, we have work."

after setting her drink onto the bar, clara drums her fingertips on the countertop, gazing wistfully downward. "hey, foggy," she states, glance still on her hands, "can i tell you a secret?"

she's not sure it even is a secret, but in her blurry mindset, she thinks what she's about to say might actually be funny, and she lets out a preemptive chuckle. "i think you're way cooler than like anyone at this bar," she slurs, finally meeting his eyes, "like, even cooler than me. we should go do karaoke or something... i don't know. you're, like, my favorite person."

clara is definitely intoxicated, but that doesn't mean she doesn't mean every word of what she's saying. foggy has always been a great friend and a fantastic person to work with. "what were you apologizing for, again?"

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@truthlie: “I mean, who does that?”

"matt." clara answers dryly. "matt does that." a smile creeps across her face as she looks up from her notes to meet foggy's gaze. if there's one thing the two of them understand, it's her boyfriend and his shenanigans; but clara also feels that foggy is starting to become one of her closest friends. she lets out a soft laugh as she sets her papers on her desk, standing up slowly.

"let's go get drinks," she decides, shuffling over to grab her bag. "my treat. you look like you've just about had it in here. it can't be worse over a drink, right?" as she walks over, she gives foggy a soft pat on the arm. it's not often that it's the two of them spending time together on their own, but she can't see a better opportunity to get to know foggy outside of work, and to be as supportive of him as possible.

as she starts for the door, she continues: "and, hey, we both love matt--." her eyes widen; she hasn't said that out loud to anyone, properly, and she's been exceptionally careful about this relationship. shaking her head, she keeps walking. "this is why we should get that drink, right?"

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@truthlie: “maybe today’s not the best day to judge, i’ve been crying and my face is all puffy.”

clara looks to foggy sympathetically, before taking his arm in hers for a moment. in that glance, she sees something of a little kid in his expression, and it breaks her heart to see him that messed up. she reaches up and wicks a stray tear off of his cheek, and nods softly. "i understand," she says, nodding her head encouragingly. she didn't feel the urge to judge him prior to his confession, but she's thoroughly convinced.

"so what's going to make today better?" she asks, "we can do coffee, we can go to happy hour later, we can sit and talk, or we can not talk. i'm here for whatever will help you, foggy."

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TAYLOR SWIFT / RED (TAYLOR’S VERSION) EXPLICIT

These lyrics are from Taylor Swift’s 2021 re-recording of her 2012 fourth album, Red. These lyrics may be modified to better fit roleplay purposes. Please note: every track from the new album has been included, however All Too Well lyrics are divided up between the standard version, containing the original lyrics and the ten minute version which only shows the new lyrics. Additionally acoustic and remixes of pre-existing tracks are not included unless new lyrics are featured. Please note: Due to the nature of the song Ronan being a highly personal song for the family and about a real child — it felt inappropriate to use lyrics from the song for roleplay memes, and thus has been omitted.

STATE OF GRACE

All we know is touch and go 

We fall in love ‘til it hurts or bleeds or fades in time

I never saw you coming

I’ll never be the same

You come around and the armour falls

You pierce the room like a cannonball

Don’t let go

You were never a saint and I’ve loved in shades of wrong 

We learn to live with the pain

This love is brave and wild

This is a state of grace

This is a worthwhile fight

Love is a ruthless game

Love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right

You’re my Achilles heel

This is the golden age of something good and right and real

RED

Loving you is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street

Loving you is like trying to change your mind once you’re already flying through the freefall

Losing you was blue like I’ve never known

Missing you was dark grey, all alone

Forgetting you was like trying to know somebody you’ve never met

Loving you was red

Touching you was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you

Memorizing you was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favourite song

Fighting with you is like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there’s no right answer

I wish I never found out love could be that strong

Remembering comes in flashbacks and echoes

It’s time now

I’ve gotta let go

Moving on from you is impossible when I still see it all in my head, burning red

You’re spinning around my head

TREACHEROUS

Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don’t touch

I’ll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands

I’d be smart to walk away, but you’re quicksand

I’d be smart to walk away

This slope is treacherous

This path is reckless

This slope is treacherous and I like it

I can’t decide if it’s a choice, getting swept away

All we are is skin and bone trained to get alone

I’m forever going with the flow, but you’re friction

I will get you alone

Your name has echoed through my mind

Nothing safe is worth the drive

I’ll follow you home

This hope is treacherous

This daydream is reckless

I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE.

You found me

I guess you didn’t care

I guess you didn’t care, and I guess I liked that

I guess I liked that

When I fell hard, you took a step back without me

He’s long gone when he’s next to me

I realise the blame is on me

I knew you were trouble when you walked in

Shame on me

You flew me to places I’d never been

Now I’m lying on the cold hard ground

You’ll never see my cry

He pretends he doesn’t know that he’s the reason why I’m drowning

You pretend you don’t know that you’re the reason why I’m drowning

I heard you’ve moved on

A new notch in your belt, that’s all I’ll ever be

He was long gone when he met

I realise the joke is on me

The saddest fear comes creeping in

The saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me, or her, or anyone or anything

You never loved me

You never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything

ALL TOO WELL

Something about it felt like home, somehow

I left my scarf at your sister’s place

We were singing in the car, getting lost upstate

I can picture it after all these days

I know it’s long gone

I know that magic’s not here

I might be okay, but I’m not fine at all

You almost ran the red

You almost ran the red while you were looking at me

I was there

I remember it all too well

You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-sized bed 

Your mother’s telling stories ‘bout you on the tee-ball team 

You told me about your past, thinking your future’s with me

I know it’s long gone and there was nothing else I could do 

There was nothing else I could do 

I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to 

Maybe we got lost in translation

Maybe I asked for too much

This thing was a masterpiece before you tore it all up

You call me up again just to break me like a promise

You’re so casually cruel in the name of being honest

Time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralyzed by it

I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it

It was rare

 22

It feels like a perfect night

It feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters and make fun of our exes

It feels like a perfect night for breakfast at midnight

We’re happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time

It’s miserable and magical

I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling twenty-two

You don’t know about me

You don’t know about me, but I bet you want to

Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing

It feels like one of those nights

This place is too crowded

Who’s Taylor Swift anyway?

It feels like one of those nights where we ditch the whole scene

We’ll end up dreaming instead of sleeping

We’re happy, free, confused, and lonely in the best way 

You look like bad news

You look like bad news, I gotta have you

I gotta have you

I ALMOST DO

I bet this time of night you’re still up

I bet you’re tired after a long hard week

I bet sometimes you wonder about me

I just want to tell you it takes everything in me not to call you

It takes everything in me not to call you 

I wish I could run to you

I wish I could run to you, I hope you know that every time I don’t, I almost do

I hope you know that every time I don’t, I almost do

I bet it never, ever, occurred to you that I can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye 

Each time you reach out, there’s no reply 

We made quite a mess, babe

It’s probably better off this way

I confess that in my dreams you’re touching my face

WE ARE NEVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER

I remember when we broke up - the first time

I remember when we broke up

This is it, I’ve had enough

We hadn’t seen each other in a month after you said you needed space

What?

I miss you and I swear I’m gonna change - trust me

Remember how that lasted for a day?

I hate you

I love you

We called it off again last night

We are never, ever, getting back together

I used to think that we were forever

I used to say never say never

Never say never

So he calls me up and he’s like “I still love you” and I’m like, “this is exhausting, okay we are never getting back together, like ever”

I still love you

This is exhausting

STAY STAY STAY

I’m pretty sure we almost broke up last night

I was expecting some dramatic turn away

We should talk about it

I read you should never leave a fight unresolved 

Okay, let’s talk

Stay, stay, stay

I’ve been loving you for some time

You think it’s funny when I’m mad

I think it’s best if we both stay

I only dated self indulgent takers who took all their problems out on me

I love you because you’ve given me no choice but to

You took the time to memorize me, my fears and hopes and dreams

I feel like hanging out with you all the time

It’s been occurring to me I’d like to hang out with you, for my whole life

I’ll be loving you for quite some time

No one else is gonna love me when I get mad

THE LAST TIME (FT. GARY LIGHTBODY OF SNOW PATROL)

I’m not sure how I got there 

All roads, they led me here

I’m not sure how I got there, all roads, they led me here

I’m breaking

This is the last time I’m asking you this

Put my name at the top of your list

This is the last time I’m asking you why you break my heart in the blink of an eye

This is this last time I’m asking you this: put my name at the top of your list

I was there to watch you leave

All the times I let you in, just for you to go again

You disappear, when you come back everything is better

I’m aching

Run fast

Nowhere to hide

This is the last time you tell me you got it wrong

This is the last time I say it’s been you all alone

It’s been you all along

This is the last time I’ll let you in my door

This this is last time, I won’t hurt you anymore

I won’t hurt you anymore

This is the last time I’m asking you

HOLY GROUND

I was reminiscing just the other day while having coffee

Lord, it took me away

You fit in my poems like a perfect rhyme 

I left a note on the door

Darling, it was good

Right where we stood was holy ground

I need you

For the first time, I have something to lose

I guess we fell apart in the usual way

I wonder how you think about it now 

I see your face in every crowd 

Tonight, I’m gonna dance for all that we’ve been through 

I don’t wanna dance if I’m not dancing with you 

I’m gonna dance like you were in this room

SAD BEAUTIFUL TRAGIC

Words, how little they mean, when you’re a little too late

Good girls, hopeful they’ll be and long they will wait 

We had a beautiful magic love affair

What a sad, beautiful, tragic love affair 

We both wake in lonely beds, different cities 

Time is taking its sweet time erasing you 

You’ve got your demons and darling, they all look like me

Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen? 

Could you just try to listen? 

For the life of us we can’t get back

THE LUCKY ONE

In the angel’s city, chasing fortune and fame

The camera flashes make it look like a dream 

You had it figured out since you were in school 

Everybody loves pretty, everybody loves cool

Everybody loves pretty

Everybody loves cool 

They’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one

Can you tell me now if you’re the lucky one?

Your lover in the foyer doesn’t even know you 

Your secrets ended up splashed on the news front page

They tell me that I’m lucky, but I’m so confused 

They tell me that I’m lucky, but I’m so confused - because I don’t feel pretty, I just feel used

I don’t feel pretty, I just feel used

I wonder if I’ll make it out alive

They still tell the legend of how you disappeared

Take the money and your dignity and get the hell out

They say you bought a bunch of land somewhere

It took some time, but I understand it now

I think you got it right

Let me tell you now, you’re the lucky one

EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED (FT. ED SHEERAN)

You good to go?

All I knew this morning when I woke is I know something now I didn’t before 

All I’ve seen since 18 hours ago is green eyes and freckles and your smile in the back of my mind

I just wanna know you better

Your eyes look like coming home

You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours 

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

Everything has changed

I feel in my stomach is butterflies 

Come back and tell me why I’m feeling like I’ve missed you all this time 

I’m feeling like I’ve missed you all this time 

Meet me there tonight and let me know that it’s not all in my mind 

Meet me there tonight

Let me know that it’s not all in my mind 

Dust off your highest hopes 

STARLIGHT

Oh my, what a marvelous tune

It was the best night

The whole place is dressed to the nines

I met Bobby by the boardwalk

We were seventeen, crazy and running wild

Can’t remember what song it was playing when we walked in, the night we snuck into a yacht club party

We were dancing like we were made of starlight

Look at you, worrying so much about things you can’t change. You’ll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way

Look at you worrying so much about things you can’t change.

You’ll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way

Don’t you see the starlight?

Don’t you dream impossible things?

He’s talking crazy

We could get married, have ten kids and teach them how to dream

We could get married

BEGIN AGAIN

He didn’t like it when I wore high heels, but I do

He didn’t like it when I wore high heels

You always said you didn’t get this song, but I do

You always said you didn’t get this song

I was expecting that you’d be late

You don’t know how nice that is

You throw your head back laughing like a little kid

I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny 'cause he never did 

I’ve been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end 

You’re coming off a little shy

I’ve never met one girl who had as many James Taylor records as I do

For the first time, what’s past is past 

On a Wednesday in a café, I watched it begin again 

THE MOMENT I KNEW

You should have been there

You should have burst through the door with that ‘baby, I’m here’ smile

I would have been so happy

People were asking me how I’ve been as I combed back through my memory about how you said you’d be here

You said you’d be here 

It was like slow motion, standing there in my party dress in red lipstick with no one to impress 

There was one thing missing

That was the moment I knew

I just wanna be alone

Your close friends always seem to know when there’s something really wrong

I’m trying not to fall apart

He said he’d be here

What do you say when tears are streaming down your face in front of everyone you know? 

What do you do when the one who means the most to you is the one who didn’t show? 

I’m sorry I didn’t make it

I’m sorry too

COME BACK… BE HERE

How strange that I don’t know you at all

Don’t get attached 

In my mind, I play it back, spinning faster than the plane that took you 

I don’t wanna miss you like this 

Come back, be here

I guess you’re in New York today

I don’t wanna need you this way 

If I had known what I know now I never would’ve played so nonchalant 

I can’t help but wish you took me with you 

I guess you’re in London today 

This is falling in love in the cruelest way

This is falling for you when you are worlds away

I’m in New York, be here —- but you’re in London, and I break down  cause it’s not fair that you’re not around 

Cause it’s not fair that you’re not around

GIRL AT HOME

Don’t look at me, you got a girl at home and everybody knows that

Don’t look at me, you got someone at home 

I don’t even know her  

I don’t even know her but I feel a responsibility to do what’s upstanding and right

I feel a responsibility to do what’s upstanding and right 

It’s kind of like a code

You’ve been getting closer and closer and crossing so many lines 

Honey, I am no one’s exception 

It would be a fine proposition if I was a stupid girl 

It would be a fine proposition if I was stupid 

I see you turned off your phone now that you’ve got me alone 

I just want to make sure you understand perfectly that you’re the kind of man who makes me sad 

I just want to make sure you understand perfectly

You’re the kind of man who makes me sad 

While she waits up, you chase down the newest thing and take for granted what you have 

Call a cab, lose my number

You’re about to lose your girl

Let’s consider this lesson learned 

It would be a fine proposition if I hadn’t once been just like her

BETTER MAN

I’m probably better off on my own 

I see the permanent damage you did to me

I just wish I could forget when it was magic 

I’m probably better off on my own than loving a man who didn’t know what he had

The bravest thing I ever did was run 

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I can feel you again 

But I just miss you 

We had to say goodbye

I just wish you were a better man 

I’m probably better off all alone than needing a man who could change his mind at any given minute 

It was always on your terms

I waited on every careless word and hoped it might turn sweet again

Your jealousy, I can hear it now!

You’re talking down to me like I’ll always be around 

You push my love away like it was some kind of loaded gun 

I never thought you’d run

I hold onto this pride because these days it’s all I have 

I gave to you my best and we both know you can’t say that 

I wonder what we would’ve become if you were a better man 

We might still be in love if you were a better man 

You would’ve been the one if you were a better man

NOTHING NEW

They tell you while you’re young “Girls, go out and have your fun“ then they hunt and slay the ones who actually do it

People criticize the way you fly when you’re soaring through the sky and shoot you down and then they sigh and say, “She looks like she’s been through it”

She looks like she’s been through it 

You look like you’ve been through it

Lord what will become of me once I’ve lost my novelty 

Lord what will become of me

I’ve had too much to drink tonight 

I know it’s sad but this is what I think about

It’s like I can feel time moving

I’m getting older and less sure of what you like about me anyway 

How can a person know everything at 18 and nothing at 22 

Will you still want me when I’m nothing new?

How long will it be cute?

How long will it be cute? All this crying in my room when you can’t blame it on my youth and roll your eyes with affection and my cheeks are growing tired from turning red and faking smiles

You can’t blame it on my youth

My cheeks are tired from turning red and faking smiles

Are we only biding time till I lose your attention?

People love an ingénue 

I know someday I’m gonna meet her

It’s a fever dream, the kind of radiance you only have at seventeen

She’ll know the way and then she’ll say she got the map from me

I’ll say I’m happy for her then I’ll cry myself to sleep

BABE

You broke the sweetest promise that you never should have made

You said “no one else”, so how could you do this?

You really blew this

We aren’t getting through this one.

This is the last time you’ll get to hear me call you babe

Your face doesn’t look so innocent

Your secret has a consequence and that’s on you

I break down every time you call

I keep picturing her lips on your neck

I can’t un-see it

I hate that because of you, I can’t love you

What about your promises?

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

I know that you like me and it’s kinda frightening standing here waiting

I became hypnotized by freckles and bright eyes

Now you’re so far away and I’m down feeling like a face in the crowd

I’m reaching for you, terrified.

You could be the one that I love

I could be the one that you dream of

Sending a message in a bottle is all I can do standing here, hoping it gets to you

You could be the one that I keep, and I can be the reason you can’t sleep at night

You could be the one that I keep 

I can be the reason you can’t sleep at night

These days I’m restless

Workdays are endless

Look how you made me but time moves faster, replaying your laughter

How is it in London?

Where are you while I’m wondering if I’ll ever see you again?

You could be the one that I love and now I’m standing here, hoping it gets to you

You could be the one that I love

I BET YOU THINK ABOUT ME (FEAT. CHRIS STAPLETON)

I’ll bet you’re just fine

The girl in your bed has a fine pedigree 

I’ll bet your friends tell you she’s better than me 

I tried to fit in with your upper-crust circles 

they let me sit in back when we were in love

They sit around talking about the meaning of life and the book that just saved them that I hadn’t heard of 

Now that we’re done and it’s over, I bet you couldn’t believe it when you realized I’m harder to forget than I was to leave

I’m harder to forget than I was to leave

I bet you think about me 

You grew up in a silver-spoon gated community, I was raised on a farm, no, it wasn’t a mansion

You grew up in a silver-spoon gated community

I was raised on a farm

You know what they say, you can’t help who you fall for and you and I fell like an early spring snow

You can’t help who you fall for

You said we’re too different

You laughed at my dreams, rolled your eyes at my jokes 

Do you have all the space that you need?

I don’t have to be your shrink to know that you’ll never be happy 

Why did you let her go?

Does it make you feel sad?

Does it make you feel sad that the love that you’re looking for is the love that you had? 

Now you’re out in the world, searching for your soul. Scared not to be hip, scared to get old

You’re chasing make-believe status

You’re chasing make-believe status, when last time you felt free was when none of that shit mattered 'cause you were with me

I bet you think about me when you’re out at your cool indie music concerts every week

I bet you think about me in your house with your organic shoes and your million-dollar couch

I bet you think about me when you say “Oh my god, she’s insane, she wrote a song about me”

Oh my god, she’s insane, she wrote a song about me

Oh my god, she’s insane 

She wrote a song about me

FOREVER WINTER

He says he doesn’t believe anything much he hears these days 

Why fall in love, just so you can watch it go away?

He spends most of his nights wishing it was how it used to be

It’s not just a phase I’m in

All this time I didn’t know you were breaking down

I didn’t know you were breaking down

I’d fall to pieces on the floor if you weren’t around

I’ll be summer sun for you forever, but forever winter if you go

I’ll be summer sun for you forever

I’ll be forever winter if you go

He seems fine most of the time, forcing smiles and never minds

His laugh is symphony

When the lights go out it’s hard to breathe

I pull at every thread trying to solve the puzzles in his head

I live my life scared to death he’ll decide to leave instead

I live my life scared to death you’ll decide to leave instead 

You’re up at 5am, wasted

If I was standing there in your apartment I’d take that bomb in your head and disarm it

I’d take that bomb in your head

I’d say I love you even at your darkest

Please don’t go 

Believe in one thing, I won’t go away

RUN (FEAT. ED SHEERAN)

Give me the keys, I’ll bring the car back around

We shouldn’t be in this town

My so-called friends, they don’t know I’d drive away before I let you go

So give me a reason and don’t say no

There’s a chain 'round your throat, piece of paper where I wrote “I’ll wait for you”

I’ll wait for you

We can go where our eyes can take us

We can go where no one else is

Darling, let’s run

You laugh like a child 

Sing like no one cares

I could see this view a hundred times

There’s a heart on your sleeve and I’ll take it when I leave and hold it for you

I’ll take it when I leave

There’s been this hole in my heart

This thing was a shot in the dark

Say you’ll never let 'em tear us apart

I’ll hold onto you while we run

THE VERY FIRST NIGHT

I wish I could fly and pick you up and we’d go back in time

I miss you

I miss you like it was the very first night

So it goes, every weekend the same party

I never go alone, so I don’t seem broken hearted

My friends all say they know everything I’m going through

I drive down different roads but they all lead back to you

They don’t know about the night in the hotel

They don’t know how much I miss you 

We never saw it coming

We weren’t  trying to fall in love

We weren’t  trying to fall in love but we did like children running

Back then we didn’t know we were built to fall apart

We broke the status quo and we broke each other’s hearts

Don’t forget about the night out in L.A

No one knows about the words that we whisper

No one knows how much I miss you

Take me away

Take me away to you 

I wish that we could go back in time

I wish that we could go back in time and I’d say to you I miss like you it was the first time 

I miss like you it was the first time

ALL TOO WELL (10 MINUTE VERSION)

Fuck the patriarchy

I was thinking on the drive down, any time now you’re gonna say it’s love and, you never called it what it was till we were dead and gone and buried

You never called it what it was till we were dead and gone and buried

All I felt was shame and you held my lifeless frame 

All I felt was shame

You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath

We’d swear to remember it all too well

They say all’s well that ends well but I’m in a new hell every time you double cross my mind

You said if we had been closer in age maybe it would have been fine and that made me want to die

The idea you had of me who was she, a never needing ever lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you

It’s supposed to be fun turning twenty-one 

I was never good at telling jokes but the punch line goes I’ll get older but your lovers stay my age

 You’ll get older but your lovers stay my age

I was never good at telling jokes

I’m a soldier who’s returning half her weight

Did the twin flame bruise paint you blue?

Just between us did the love affair maim you too?

This city’s barren cold I still remember the first fall of snow and how it glistened as it fell

A MESSAGE FROM TAYLOR

It was all over the place

It was a fractured mosaic of feelings that somehow all fit together in the end

Happy, free, confused, lonely, devastated, euphoric, wild and tortured by memories past

 love you guys

[ohisms]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles . )

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

[nellemakes-old]

THE MARVELOUS MRS. MAISEL.  —  200 sentences from season one, episode one of the amazon prime tv series.  change pronouns etc as needed.  content warnings for alcohol and drug use, allusions to the holocaust, disordered eating and body image issues, infidelity, sex.             countdown to season four

       “Who gives a toast at her own wedding?”       “I mean, who does that?”       “After three glasses of champagne, on a completely empty stomach.”       “Fitting into this dress required no solid food for three straight weeks.”       “Who does that? I do.”       “The day is perfect. It’s like a dream.”       “Anyone who knows me knows, I plan.”       “I’ll have someone to eat with who won’t steal my boyfriend.”       “This was a magical place.”       “It’s awful. I hate you for this.”

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[gluaisfaocilleach]

@devilsdefense: ❝  do you even realize what you do to me?  ❞

simply put, she doesn't. their words take her by surprise, and, wide-eyed, she turns to to face matt. "no, i don't." she murmurs. with the wind nearly knocking her off balance, she stops, and gently tugs on his arm to let him know she's done so. the gesture is nearly second nature despite only knowing him as long as she has, but between working with nelson & murdock, and spending as much time outside as she can with him, it's habit.

as she looks them over, clara takes in as much about their demeanor as she can -- an older, insecure habit of hers. she notices the way their cheeks crinkle when they smile, the freckles peeking out on pale skin, the unevenly combed hair, and the slightly crooked tie. and she doesn't know why, but it makes her ache.

the words had surprised her in a way she couldn't have anticipated. his tone was soft, gentle -- by all means, adoring -- and it's sent a chill down her spine. not bad, she's sure, but curiosity is getting the better of her.

she fixes his tie, letting out a soft chuckle. "so are you going to tell me, or do i need to some direct examination?"

[gluaisfaocilleach]

@greghirs: “oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

understatement of the century. clara lets out a hefty sigh, glancing sidelong at greg as she does so. she pulls an incredibly burnt -- essentially charcoal -- pizza from the oven, turning on the overhead fan as she does so. "and this is a freshly refurbished kitchen; this is on me." with a small chuckle, she tosses the 'pizza' (if you can even call it more than an oversized hockey puck) onto the oven. she's never claimed to be a good cook -- far from it -- but this is an exceptional moment.

"so," she continues, firmly placing her hands on her hips. "those cooking classes you mentioned... should we just sign up? my treat."

[bunnieresources]

random writing prompts pt. i.

“ aw, that’s cute. did you think that i really loved you? “

“ i didn’t want to do this. but you betrayed my trust. “

“ this hurts me more than it will ever hurt you. “

“ you reap what you sow. “

“ what did i do? what’s so wrong with me that you can’t just love me? “

“ if nothing else, let’s make the most of being alive and together. “

“ i think i fall in love every day. “

“ i’ll save any life so long as it isn’t not my own. “

“ they didn’t bury you deep enough. “

“ my god, what’s become of you? “

“ enough of your games already. “

“ be careful what you wish for, ____. “

“ i know exactly what’s best for you. “

“ maybe if you weren’t so damn stubborn, we could get something done around here. “

“ you promised me. you promised. “

“ let’s play a game. it’ll be fun. “

“ if this is you when you’re calm, then i’m terrified of what you’re like when you’re actually upset. “

“ i didn’t mean to hurt anyone. i just wanted to help. “

“ i know i’m guilty. i am. i’m guilty. “

“ i don’t know what you want from me. i can’t fix you. “

“ it hurts, doesn’t it? i can make it hurt more. “

“ try not to get yourself killed or i’ll bring you back just to kill you again myself. “

“ you were the only person who understood me. you were my only friend. “

“ i know i shouldn’t care about what you do or who you do it with, but… i’m just—so lonely. “

“ you don’t know what you’re doing. you could kill someone. “

“ just let me help you. you don’t have to do this alone. “

“ aw, you’re no fun. no fun at all. “

“ you’re making me look like an idiot, i hope you know that. “

“ since when did you come back from the dead? “

“ i can rip you apart just as well as i can put you back together. “

“ there’s always something worth fighting for. “

“ pull yourself together, please. i can only afford one of us being a mess. “

“ stay with me. you’ll be fine. “

“ you clearly don’t belong here. “

“ you’re better off dead than alive, ____. “

“ do what you’ve been told. “

“ i can’t just sit around and let people get hurt. it’s my responsibility. “

“ you’re so busy taking care of everyone else that you can’t even take care of yourself! “

“ can i pay you to leave me alone? “

“ you’re running out of excuses and i’m running out of patience. “

“ is it really worth it? is all the blood and the death worth it? “

“ ____. you’re bleeding again. “

“ don’t act like you love me. “

“ i can’t feel anything. “

“ you’re going to tear yourself apart. “

“ i just want you to be safe. is that so much to ask for? “

“ i don’t think there is a right choice, just a choice you have to make. “

“ i could really hurt you, you know. “

“ am i even a person to you? “

“ you don’t even care. they’re just something for you to use and discard. “

“ don’t treat me like a child. “

“ i need to feel alive. “

[gluaisfaocilleach]

@devilsdefense: [ CARESS ]  for sender to pepper kisses along receiver’s body after sex.

she should be used to this side of matt by now. she's well aware of that. from their gentle teasing, to their sarcastic nature, she's used to most of the fun side of matt. but the romantic, soft side... maybe she'll never get used to it. and she doesn't really want to be.

"you good?" clara asks with a soft chuckle, noting the way the scruff on his jawline feels against her collarbone, her upper arm. as she interanlly tries to find the word for what she's feeling, she notices his lips touching the nearly-numb skin near the top of her right leg. it's not unpleasant or painful; just unfamiliar. she isn't used to her partially paralyzed limb being accepted as part of her by other people, especially by a lover. as matt presses a few more kisses to her body, clara gently begins to run her hands through his hair.

it occurs to her, as she runs her hand along the side of his cheek, that this might be the happiest and safest she's felt - not just with a partner, but in her entire life. she's spent thirty years trying to just get by, and desperate to have enough people around that she doesn't have to acknowledge her own fears and insecurities.

Hell, she's raised an entire (now-adult) child, gotten herself through school and passed the bar, seen her entire life play out, and she feels like it's only just beginning. It's as if she's just woken up.

" m a t t, " she murmurs, pulling his face in closer to hers, "can i ask you something?"

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓  𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  some  random  sentences  for  your  angsty  needs.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses.  )

❛  hey … it’s okay now. you’re safe here.  ❜ ❛  please don’t leave me alone again.  ❜ ❛  was it all just a lie ?  ❜ ❛  you have to trust me on this.  ❜ ❛  i didn’t mean it like that !  ❜ ❛  i can’t do this anymore.  ❜ ❛  promise me not to do anything stupid.  ❜ ❛  we’ll see each other again soon.  ❜ ❛  i can’t lose you , too.  ❜ ❛  this is how you wanna end it ?  ❜ ❛  whatever this is - it’s over.  ❜ ❛  i’m not gonna let you die !  ❜ ❛  we have to stop this before someone gets hurt.  ❜ ❛  i’m fine … it’s gonna be okay.  ❜ ❛  please don’t do this to me.  ❜ ❛  just talk to me , okay ?  ❜ ❛  don’t close your eyes. stay with me.  ❜ ❛  you’ll have to save yourself.  ❜ ❛  stop lying to me !  ❜ ❛  you have to do this for me or i’ll never be able to forgive you.  ❜ ❛  i deserve better than this.  ❜ ❛  just leave me alone.  ❜ ❛  we’re too late …  ❜ ❛  save yourself while you still can.  ❜ ❛  you’re gonna be fine. just stay awake for a little longer , help’s already on their way.  ❜ ❛  please don’t cry.  ❜ ❛  stop moving , you’re only making this worse.  ❜ ❛  does it hurt ?  ❜ ❛  if this is the end , i’m really glad i get to be here with you.  ❜ ❛  whatever you do , do not let go of my hand.  ❜ ❛  i’ve got you.  ❜ ❛  i’m sorry for not telling you sooner.  ❜ ❛  this is all your fault !  ❜ ❛  we’re gonna survive this , right ?  ❜ ❛  we’re screwed.  ❜ ❛  just do this for me and we’ll never have to speak to each other again once this is all over.  ❜ ❛  i thought you were better than that.  ❜ ❛  one of us is gonna end up with a broken heart.  ❜ ❛  i’m scared.  ❜ ❛  so that’s it ?  ❜

[gluaisfaocilleach]

@greghirs: “is this how you flirt with everyone?”

clara purses her lips for a brief moment. "greg," she says softly, glancing aside. "honey, if you think this is me flirting..."

she grabs his arm and starts walking toward the subway. "i just want to spend a day with my bestie, and that means wanting to ask about your life and doing nice things for you." part of her wants to say outright to greg that she thinks his family has traumatized him, but she's not one to talk. clara, herself, used to be the exact same way.

"so," she continues, glancing up at the gentle giant, "how can i make today as fun as possible for you?"

[devilsdefense]

HE’S  ALWAYS  BEEN  SENSITIVE,      even  before  the  hypersensitivity  had  kicked  in.      always  been  someone  to  jump  at  a  touch.      feel  the  wind  blow  through  his  whole  body  even  when  it  only  brushed  through  his  hair.      the  brush  of  a  frayed  string  on  soft  skin  irritating  until  it  was  dealt  with.      

his  skin  is  scarred  and  bruised.      he  can’t  tell  just  how  bad  it  looks,    but  he  knows  it’s  marred  with  evidence  of  brutalities,    a  once  -  flawless,    unblemished  canvas  desecrated  with  a  smattering  of  yellowing  skin  and  raw  red  streaks.      clara’s  fingers  feel  like  fire  on  already  hot  skin,    tracing  endless  paths  across  his  chest,    his  stomach,    his  arms.      the  corners  of  his  lips  tug  up  into  a  smile,    even  while  tired  eyes  struggle  to  follow  through.      her  fingers  catch  on  an  older  scar,    rough  and  raised,    just  above  his  hips,    and  matt  tenses  up,    barely  able  to  push  apart.  

he’s  not  a  fan  of  being  touched  by  most  people    —    it’s  an  inevitability  :    people  pity  you,    people  think  they’re  helping  you,    people  think  they  know  better    —    but  clara  reaches  out  to  him,    and  he  finds  himself  leaning  in,    instead  of  pulling  away.      clara  touches  him,    and  he  feels  like  he’s  lit  on  fire,    and  it’s  a  welcome  burn  he  seeks  out      …      a  hellfire  meant  to  encompass  the  devil.      a  touch  he  could  make  a  home  in.      clara’s  fingers  find  the  scar  again,    tracing  down  the  length,    and  he  tenses  again,    lips  pulled  further  into  a  smile  when  he  hears  her  giggle.          ‘  yeah,    yeah.      i’m  a  little  ticklish.  ’          head  turns  to  the  side,    facing  clara,    smile  wide.          ‘  gimme  five  minutes  and  you’re  gonna  be  sorry.  ’

@gluaisfaocilleach​ :     [ TRACE ]  for sender to gently trace patterns along receiver’s skin as they relax after sex.

[gluaisfaocilleach]

despite scar tissue and signs of injury -- both old and new -- she can't help but recognize how soft their skin is. she wonders what this must feel like for matt. while she's mindlessly touching them, nearly daydreaming, she can see that they're wincing slightly. matt's head turns to face her, and she lets out another soft giggle as she nestles in a little c l o s e r.

"five minutes?" clara chuckles, her smile spreading, starting to hurt her cheeks. her fingers trace over another mark by his ribcage, and this time she leans in to gently place her lips against it -- an old habit, something she doesn't notice that she's doing.

clara is used to coming into close contact with abrasions and bruising -- maybe not on other people, every time -- but enough that it's second nature to her to glance over and ensure nothing looks like it could get infected. she's used to looking herself over when she has another run-in with a piece of furniture that's slightly out of place, or after she's tripped her way up or down a set of stairs.

with her hands still on their chest, she carefully pulls herself closer to their face, avoiding her hands running into a sensitive bruise, and attempting not to put too much strain on her leg. "try me," she jokes, her lips pressing against the corner of their mouth. she presses a kiss against his jawline, his neck, and then stops, taking in everything around her for a moment.

with the dim glow of lights from the street seeping in, clara notices matt's figure outlined in a nearly-purple red glow. for a moment, it occurs to her exactly how much matt's been fighting -- in every sense of the word -- to keep everyone around him safe. it shows in the marks on his body, and in the tired, almost stiff way he carries himself some nights. to her, he's nothing like the devil. but if he is, and the devil is anywhere as good as matt is in her eyes, she wonders if all of those years spent repenting in pews were useless in the long run.

"you are ticklish, though," clara adds as she snaps out of it, "i really can't argue with that."

[gluaisfaocilleach]

@greghirs: “did you do something different with your hair?”

"it's not actually my fault," she starts, ready to defend the entire situation. "i sent my kid to cosmetology school." brushing her hand against choppy layers and too-short bangs, she sighs, giving greg a look of somewhat dispirited acceptance. with a quick shrug, she tries to shake it off.

"do you think i'll get bullied at work?" she asks, "like... if i worked for waystar, and tom saw this -- would it be bad enough that he would comment? i'm only using him as an example because he seems like the roasting kind."

[gluaisfaocilleach]

@devilsdefense: [ KISS ]:     after having kissed the receiver, the sender gently rests their forehead against theirs, still holding them as they do so.

it's not that she hasn't been kissed before. it's not like she hasn't been held, either. but this is different. clara takes in a deep breath, resting her head on matt's, trying to memorize is the best she can offer, wrapping her arms around his neck. "o just being... loved. she hadn't wanted to put the word into this -- just like every step along the way with them, she wanted to take it as slowly as possible. but if this was love, she suddenly understands every love song, every poem, every time someone wanted to profess their own feelings.

but she doesn't want to profess anything. she just wants to hold matt for as long as she can. the best she can do is muster up a little squeak of contentment, and continue: "you smell good," is the best she can offer, wrapping her arms around his neck. "can i keep you?"