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MALLORY AND KATE?!? THIS IS THE BEST REVEAL I COULDVE HOPED FOR HELL YEAH

also i am proud to say i was team kate from the get-go… so that bombshell at the end was something i appreciated even though i would’ve been fine with their “we’re all friends act”

anyway thank God we get a season two

Killing me slow, out the window
I’m always waiting for you to be waiting below

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I have a book of 365 days of drawing and I just started today. Cruel Summer is my favorite song. Every time I hear it, I have this scene in my head of Taylor and Joe and the year she disappeared. I decided to take my time to draw this so I can get the image in my head on paper. Thanks for looking @taylorswift@taylornation

it’s not that i want to push sexuality on anyone or out anyone but taylor’s not even trying anymore. the only thing she hasn’t dont is explicitly say “i’m bi” or whatever she may identify as. She dressed in the Bi flag colors, constantly writes songs with extremely sapphic undertones, and advocates strongly for the LGBTQ+ community. The only reason more ppl don’t realize it is the heteronormative culture we live in. and frankly i don’t blame taylor for not coming out (if she is bi) because she would probably face a lot of hate because a lot of people hate her for whatever she does

@taylorswift inspired masks!

We have to wear masks at my job (a nursing home) and now we have to wear them out in public. Just to make this time a little brighter, I thought why not?!

What are some prints that would make you think of Taylor Swift?

I have:

Daisies for Don’t Blame Me

Red Lipstick for Style

Dice for Cruel Summer

NYC Skyline for numerous songs

London for London Boy & Come Back…Be Here

Arrows for The Archer

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Let me know what your ideas are!

chapter three

noah/cmc rose/bobby litg s2 rewrite
status: ongoing
chapter wc: 3,568

She still had plenty of reason to worry — Noah could still have feelings for someone else, the new islander could still steal one of them from each other, the new islander could be someone that one of them fancies. It was probably best never to be comfortable on Love Island, especially not this early in.

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After her conversation with Noah earlier, Rose was feeling as confident as she could possibly be about the new prospect of a new islander. In stark contrast to the worried expressions and shaking hands of the other women in the dressing room, Rose touched up her makeup in a relative state of calm. She thought about her sweet conversation with Noah, about the careful kiss he’d placed on her cheek, his comment about keeping things fair. She’d managed to keep her gushing to a minimum when she ‘debriefed’ with Lottie, mostly focusing on listening to complaints about Rocco — of which there were many. He was a huge flirt and seemed to like all of the girls just as much as the one he was partnered with, which was already making the larger-than-life Lottie feel small.

“You don’t deserve that, babes,” Rose said, smudging her brown eyeliner with a q-tip. She was going with a slightly more natural look for their first party, having already removed the caked makeup from the day and started anew. “You have to have some sort of respect for your partner, even if you’re not set on staying with them.”

Lottie, in stark contrast with Rose’s toned-down makeup look for the night, was sharpening the wing of her eyeliner and applying an even deeper shade of plum to her lips. “Right? Disrespectful, that’s exactly how it is.”

“What’s wrong, Lottie?” Marisol asked, peeking around the mirror that divided them to intrude upon a conversation she was not a part of. “Things going poorly for you too?”

“I’m just hoping it’s a new guy tonight.” Lottie pouted. 

“What about you, Rose?” Marisol asked. “Feeling alright?”

Rose smiled, thankful at least that Marisol had dropped trying to call her nicknames. “I had a nice conversation with Noah earlier, we agreed to stick together for now as long as we have a choice. He’s a good guy.”

“Aww,” Lottie drawled. “Look at Noah being a gentleman.”

Marisol rolled her eyes. “At least one of us is doing well.”

Rose shrugged. She felt as though Marisol was oversimplifying things. She still had plenty of reason to worry — Noah could still have feelings for someone else, the new islander could still steal one of them from each other, the new islander could be someone that one of them fancies. It was probably best never to be comfortable on Love Island, especially not this early in.

“I’m going to get changed,” Rose said. Marisol’s negativity was infectious and negativity was the last thing she needed. “I’m pretty sure the guys are already out on the lawn waiting for us.”

Lottie agreed, “Good call.” And, before Rose had even gathered her clothes to go to the bathroom to change, Lottie had dropped her swim top and started changing in the middle of the dressing room.

Rose tried to hide her blush, looking away and back to her clothes cubby as quickly as possible once she realized what was happening. She grabbed the first dress she saw, a silky green mini dress with spaghetti straps, and all of the necessary undergarments, and ducked into the restroom. The bathrooms were as private as the Villa got, but even then there were a few cameras directed at just the right angles to catch important conversations by the communal sink and cheeky shots of islanders showering. It was a careful geometry looking at the mounted cameras trying to locate possible blind spots. After just one day in the villa, Rose was already tracing sight-lines every time she walked into a room.

She chose a corner by the toilet — undignified but certainly private — and began undressing. Perhaps, by the end of her time in the Villa, Rose would be less of a prude. Perhaps she’ll eventually become used to her body being seen and then blurred in post-production by some poor media intern. But she wasn’t going to press herself too much on the first day.

Rose dressed as quickly as possible, also aware that other girls getting ready may also barge in at any moment — there were no locks on any of the doors in the Villa — and mussed her hair once more in the mirror before returning to the dressing room. Thankfully, all of the girls were clothed once she returned.

“Ready, babes?” Lottie asked, flashing her stiletto nails as she held out a hand. She was dressed in a sleek black dress with mesh sleeves that showed off her tattooed arms. Her hair was pinned back to one side with a vintage-looking silver clip.

“You look nice.” Rose touched the clip on the back of Lottie’s head. “This is gorge.” She took Lottie’s offered hand and gave it a squeeze.

“It was my grandma’s,” Lottie said. “I’m wearing it for luck.” Rose found Lottie’s superstitions charming, especially in a place that felt so outside of reality as the Villa. It made her wish she’d brought something to be made a talisman herself, even if she’d never been the type to believe in that sort of thing before.

“Ready girls?” Hope called. She was standing with her arms crossed in the doorway, looking impatient even though she’d only just put her shoes on. “The boys are waiting.”

Lottie rolled her eyes. “And they can wait a bit longer.”

Marisol trotted out of the bedroom, her shoes in her hands. “I’m ready!” She hopped on one foot to fasten a strap on her heel and then switched, fastening the other just as quickly. “Let’s go.”

Hannah, who had been much quieter in the dressing room than she had been the rest of the day, stood from her dressing bench. She wore a grave face and a simple sundress, looking much the same as before, the same long braid in her hair and the same light makeup on her face. Rose’s chest panged. She hoped Hannah didn’t feel underdressed. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” she said.

Hand in hand with Lottie, Rose took the steps down from the dressing room and then to the deck. Relief washed over her at the sight of Bobby and Noah idly chatting, it was heartening to see them getting along. It meant that whatever flirting she’d engaged in — purposeful or not — was not enough to create a rift in the Villa. Early days, she reminded herself, she had done nothing wrong.

“Hey girls!” Gary waved from the lawn. He had a completely different vibe in his evening clothes, looking much less like a typical lad in square glasses and nice jeans. “We waited for you!”

Lottie gave Rose a look and Rose understood her meaning at once: Gary cleans up well…

He wasn’t her cuppa but he could certainly be Lottie’s.

“We had to get our look right, you know!” Hope laughed. “Now the party can get started!”

The islanders whooped along with Hope, doing their best to shake the uneasy feeling left by the bombshell text.

“Thank you for waiting for us,” Rose said as she and Lottie separated, drifting towards their respective partners.

Instead of Noah, whom the thanks was primarily directed at, Bobby responded, “We didn’t mind one bit, lass.” He winked at her.

Rose smiled in kind, but took Noah’s hand and said, “Thank you both.” Being near the two boys at the same time felt like walking into an active war zone.

“Let me get you a drink?” Noah asked, ducking his head closer to hers as he spoke, effectively cutting Bobby out of their circle. “They’ve got all sorts.”

She squeezed Noah’s hand. “Lead the way.”

“So,” Noah said, voice quiet as he spoke only to her. “I heard talk of a girls-only full moon ritual tonight. Are you planning to take part?”

Rose laughed, recalling Lottie’s insistence that the full moon on the first night of filming was an omen and that they should take care to honor it by convening in the moonlight. She’d gone along with it in the moment because she wanted to befriend Lottie and earn her trust. She shrugged. “Might be a laugh,” she said. “Lottie is really something.”

Noah pouted. “I was hoping you’d prefer to get a head start on sleeping with me—“ He cut himself off with a startled expression. “I mean, er, on sharing a bed.” Shaking his head, he started over. “I was hoping you’d like to cuddle instead.”

For his sake, Rose demurely hid her giggle behind a hand. “I knew what you meant,” she reassured him. “But, sorry, I’m all about the girl code.”

“Was afraid you’d say that.”

“I was going to ask how you felt about sharing a bed, but I suppose I’ve got my answer.” From the corner of her peripheral, she saw the rest of the group descending upon the bar, she had to shift gears quickly in case she didn’t have time for this conversation later.

Noah seemed to understand her meaning perfectly, grinning ever-so-slightly and nodding in confirmation. “I’d be up for it as long as you are,” he said. “No funny business, of course.”

She leaned in conspiratorially, easing her nerves with a joking tone. “Do you think any of the couples are going to be up to funny business right off?”

“Lottie and Rocco I could see,” he said with no hesitation. “I feel like Rocco would try it with anyone, though.”

“He hasn’t much flirted with me,” Rose corrected. “I think he knows I’m not the type to try it with.”

“Or that you’re a terrible flirt,” Noah teased. “Can’t be bothered.”

“Hey!” She lightly smacked his arm. “Your manner of flirting isn’t much better, so I don’t want to hear it.”

He shrugged coolly. “Takes one to know one.”

Rose huffed and rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t keep the smile from her face, she could tell that Noah’s teasing was affectionate.

“What are you two on about?” Gary asked as he shuffled back behind the bar. It was now too late for Noah to make Rose that drink, so she hoped Gary’s bartending skills were up to par.

“Just chatting,” Rose said, sharing a sly grin with her partner. “Where’s Hannah?”

Gary rolled his eyes, not a good sign. “She’s upset about something again. I swear that girl has cried on me twice and we’ve just met.”

“Poor thing…” Rose took a seat at the bar and watched Noah do the same. She turned so that her knees were facing his, doing her best to keep him in the loop while she talked to Gary. Normally, at a pub with her friends, she wouldn’t be concerned with making such clear delineations between platonic and romantic encounters, but things were different within the context of Love Island. She didn’t want to strike up a conversation with a guy that she wasn’t interested in and have her actual crush get the wrong idea. Noah, for his part, seemed to get the message. He laid a hand carefully on her knee, glancing up for permission and gracing her with a smile when she gave it.

“I feel for her,” Rose said. “This is all a touch overwhelming.”

“But you’re not crying all over your lad, are you?” Gary scooped ice into a shaker with an unsteady hand. It was clear that he’d expected to have a much more enjoyable first day, Hannah must really be getting to him. “Do you want a drink?”

“What can you make?” She wanted to humor him while also changing the subject. She hoped he would launch into trying to impress her with his bartending knowledge.

“Not much, I was just going to make some vodka crans,” he said. Then, “Do you think there’s anyone else I can pawn Hannah off onto?” 

As she thought of what to say, Rose felt Noah begin tapping his thumb on her knee. She wondered if the gesture was simply absentminded movement or if he was anxious. It made her wish Gary would leave them alone so that she could find out. She said, “I don’t think that’s a nice way to think about your partner. I mean, it’s fine if you don’t like her but she is a person, no?”

Gary seemed to deflate. “You’re right,” he said. “Sorry.” As he began shaking the cocktail shaker, the other islanders gathered around.

“What are you making?” Lottie asked, shouting over the din of ice rattling against metal.

“Vodka cran.” Gary stopped shaking the drink. “Want one?”

Rose breathed a sigh of relief as the two began a conversation of their own, cutting her and Noah back out and into their own bubble. She leaned in close to his shoulder and waited for him to incline his ear. “You planning on doing any grafting?” She asked in a whisper, shooting a grin to let him know that she was half-teasing. At this intersection, though, she wouldn’t mind either way. There were people they both wanted to get to know better, but she also didn’t want to push Noah away if he happened to want to stay by her side.

He gave her a look. “You trying to get rid of me?”

“Not at all!” She frowned, trying to seem cool had backfired. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to stay glued to me out of obligation.”

Noah gave her knee a light squeeze. “It might be good to chat with some other people, but only if you’re okay.”

“I can take care of myself,” she assured him, and she expected him to politely reassure her again. What she didn’t expect was for him to immediately excuse himself, leaving her alone with Gary and Lottie. She hadn’t been lying when she said his grafting other girls wouldn’t bother her, but she couldn’t help but feel discarded in the moment.

“Everything alright, love?” Gary slid a pink cocktail toward her. “Where’s laddy off to?”

She took the drink and stirred it dejectedly with the tiny plastic straw he’d garnished it with before taking a sip. “Grafting.” The drink tasted much stronger than she would have liked, which is what she got for letting a crane operator bartend.

“Rose?” A warm hand landed on her shoulder, and she turned to see Bobby smiling wide at her.

She smiled back though her mind reeled, feeling a little like he’d caught her momentarily playing the role of damsel in distress. “Hi,” was all she managed to say to her knight in beachy, floral armor.

“Noah leave you all alone?” Bobby asked. “I thought better of him.”

Rose sighed, seeing no point in hiding what was obvious. “I told him he could,” she explained. “I just didn’t think he’d be so eager.”

“Well lucky for you—” He slid into the barstool Noah had left open with ease, his knees almost knocking with hers as she hadn’t had a chance to turn away. If he minded the proximity, it didn’t show. “I’m here to keep you company all you like.”

Despite her mixed emotions, Rose chuckled at Bobby’s cheerful demeanor and stayed put, allowing their legs to remain touching. “To be clear, I told him he could go.” She allowed her face to fall into a full-on dejected pout. “I chased him off.”

Bobby rolled his eyes. “Forgive me, lass,” he said. “But I overheard. He’s not supposed to actually take you up on the offer like that.”

Not in the mood to chastise her partner, even if Bobby’s words were vindicating, Rose changed the subject. “How are you feeling with Marisol?”

He tapped his nose, then pointed with his thumb in a smooth motion, indicating Marisol’s approach to their left. He stood and offered a hand. “Fancy a chat on the daybeds?”

Rose nodded, taking his hand and sliding off the barstool before Marisol could interrupt them. She called to Gary, “Thanks for the drink!”

The dismissive way in which Noah had abandoned her may have left a bitter taste in her mouth, but it did its job to make her feel significantly less guilty in her desire to entertain Bobby’s advances. She allowed him to keep his hand wrapped around hers as they walked to the daybeds, ignoring a look from Noah and carefully dodging Marisol and Hannah along the way. When he finally let go, they were seated on the edge of one of the daybeds and far enough away from the other islanders that they wouldn’t be overheard. Of course, the cameraman that followed them was an exception, but he did his best to make himself scarce.

“I feel we haven’t gotten to chat at all.” Bobby’s hand fell gently to her bare thigh, grounding Rose in the conversation and making her forget the camera operator entirely. “I wanted to ask you something, though.”

Something about Bobby’s effortlessly casual way of speaking put Rose at ease. She’d never gotten along with men like Bobby before, usually finding quiet guys like Noah to be more her type, but Bobby gave her the impression that he was concerned only with her the entire time they were speaking. So far, all of her conversations in the villa had been distracted ones — the cameras and bright lights and new beginnings making it that much harder to connect — but speaking with Bobby was completely different, the conversation felt as intimate as speaking with an old friend.

“What’s that?” Rose asked, leaning closer to him as if she could further close off the rest of the world. She cracked a smile and joked, “And don’t ask where my head is at.”

“Damn.” Bobby sucked his teeth, feigning disappointment. “That’s exactly what I was going to ask, though!”

Rose shook her head, giggling. “I think I’ve already had enough of the villa speak.”

“Same here, actually,” Bobby said. Then, “I was actually going to ask you if it was alright that I kissed you during the challenge.” His voice was matter-of-fact, conveying uncharacteristically earnest thought behind the question.

“Oh…” Rose flushed, remembering the warmth of his rough hand on her chin, tilting her face up towards the sun so that he could kiss her cheek. The gesture had been so caring and intimate in the way he’d sensed her apprehension and asked permission. She almost couldn’t believe he was asking for reassurance when he’d been so careful in the first place. “Of course it was alright.” Her voice came out stilted, overwhelmed by the memory and by his thumb tracing intrepid circles above her knee.

Bobby took his hand away and leaned back on the daybed. A flicker of something resembling self-consciousness passed across his face, so quickly that Rose thought she might have imagined it. “You’re a shy one,” he said. His voice was soft like he was trying to match her level of energy. “I don’t want to — I don’t know —” He frowned, struggling to find the words. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable if…” He trailed off.

It was a strange feeling, the ache Rose felt seeing Bobby shrink into himself. His confidence seemed to come so easily that seeing it slip — even momentarily — was jarring. She reached for his hand without a second thought, the desire to reassure him overpowering any apprehension or guilt she may feel about reaching for a man who is not her partner. 

“Do you really fancy me the most?” She asked, laying her hand gently atop his. “That’s who you were supposed to kiss.”

Bobby grinned, confidence back in a burst. “I do.”

“Then I see no problem, you just followed what was written on the card.”

“Is that okay?” Bobby asked. “That I fancy you? You and Noah seem to be getting on for the most part.”

“It’s day one, yeah? I don’t think it would be wise to put all of my eggs in one basket already.” That was how she felt, but it sounded much simpler said out loud. Inwardly, her head was already beginning to be done in by trying to quantify her feelings for the two men.

Bobby turned his palm up to face hers and closed his fingers around her hand, using their linked hands to pull himself closer. In a deepened voice that made butterflies swarm in Rose’s abdomen, he asked, “Are you saying you’d like to put some eggs in my basket?”

“If you’ll have them,” Rose laughed, answering without hesitation.

“Oh, I’ll have ‘em, lassie.” His accent went gruff, emphasizing just how keen he was. It struck Rose that this felt like a far cry from the conversations she’d had with Noah so far. While Noah was committed to playing it cool and only just letting her know how he felt, Bobby seemed to lay his intentions bare. “And for the record,” he added. “I’m prepared to earn a proper kiss from you.”

“Earn?” Rose’s voice caught in her throat, only allowing the one word to pass.

“Aye. Earn.” He raised her hand to his lips and ghosted a searing kiss to her wrist. The way Bobby cycled between easy jokes and confident flirting was dizzying, but the natural magnetism he possessed allowed him to pull it off quite well.

At a loss for words, Rose smiled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. In opposition to the burning stare she’d felt from Noah, Bobby’s gaze betrayed obvious infatuation. She could not be sure whether it would last, but she felt comfortable, for the moment, to bask in it.

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hiii it’s been a second, so sorry!! thank you all to everyone who has commented, reblogged, or messaged me about this fic, i’m glad you’re excited for it!! also i was gonna put a real kiss in this one but no. slow burns only. <3

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The Day After

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I had a lot of time to think about my life while I was in that basement. I realized two things: Number one being that I took everything that I had for granted; that’s the answer you were expecting though. Number two, I wasn’t happy. My friends weren’t really my friends. I never really enjoyed talking to them, which surprised me because I thought I enjoyed their company…but I didn’t. I had so much weight on my shoulders, like trying not to fail algebra, which seems silly now; and of course, all the shit with my parents. Though I loved…love them, they really had no grasp on the fact that every little thing they’ve ever said or did had a huge impact on me. It sounds cheesy to admit, but the only thing that made me feel normal, at peace, was Jamie. Is Jamie.

He’s sitting outside of the hospital room right now. He’s practically dying out there, anxious to take me home. When I was first rescued this morning, my only thought was him. I feel guilty that it wasn’t my parents I thought of. I’m about to be released any moment, and tonight will be the first night in a long time that I can finally sleep in my own bed, my own room, my own home.

“Y/N,” I snap out of my daze and look at my mother. “Darling, you ready to go home?” She asks me. I sigh, “Yes.” She smiles and so does my father. “Now I just know Jamie is dying to see you so I’m allowing him to drive you home, and only because I love you. You know I want to spend time with you darling, but look at yourself, you’re exhausted.” She says. I just nod, and follow them out the door, and Jamie jumps up from his seat as expected, and comes right to me. My dad gives me a pat on the back and he and my mother walk down the hall to head home. Jamie brings his hands to my shoulders and smiles; I smile back. He sighs with relief and hugs me, and I hug him back. “I love you so much,” he sobs, and it’s then that I realize he’s crying, and that makes me tear up as well. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it enough.” He adds. My heart aches at his words. “It’s okay,” I whisper, “I love you too.” He pulls back so he can look into my eyes, and I see nothing but love in them. He brings a hand to my face, and I subconsciously lean into his gentle touch. “Can I kiss you?” He asks, and I nod. So he does. The first kiss we’ve shared since that night. I truly missed this, him.

He pulls away, and with a smile he says, “Let’s get you home.” A phrase I once thought I’d never hear again.

It’s a silent ride back to my house. He held my hand as he drove.

When we arrived at my house, I found myself anxious. I haven’t lived with a family in almost a year, haven’t been in my room. I was nervous. Before I could ask Jamie to help me out of the car, he was already opening the passenger door, unbuckling my seat belt, and helping me out. We walked into my house, my parents were in the kitchen already preparing dinner when we walked in. It felt so weird to be home. I wasn’t sure if it was normal to be…normal. Ina way, it felt weird to be normal again.

“Let’s uh, let’s go to your room.” Jamie said, his hand resting on my back comfortingly. I just nodded and he proceeded to helping up the stairs one by one. Kicking and screaming for so long has really made my body sore and hurt. But he was patient with me.

We slowly walked to my closed door. He stepped in front of me and looked into my eyes before turning the door handle and slowly cracking the door open. I stepped into my room with caution. I just silently took it all in. It was all the same. Yet, it felt like it wasn’t my room, it was such a foreign feeling. But everything was just the same as I had left it.

“Everything okay?” Jamie broke me out of my trance. I turned around to make eye contact with him and smiled slightly. “Um, yeah. Just feels weird, you know?” I replied, turning around to sit on my bed. I smiled, picking up my childhood stuffed animal that has laid limp on my pillows, alone, for so long. Jamie follows my actions and sits on the bed as well.

“I’m really happy you’re back.” He smiles.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I feel like I’ve missed so much.” I say, laughing a little. “You have, but don’t worry, I’ll catch you up.” Jamie laughs.

*Skip to after dinner*

“Are you staying the night?” I asked Jamie as we laid on my bed. “Only if you want me to.” He replied. I smiled tiredly, “I do.” He smiled, getting up from the bed to fish out some pajamas for me and himself. There’s been numerous times he’s left his pajamas at my house before. He helped me up from the bed and i took my pajamas from him and made my way to my bathroom, this confused him. “What are you doing?” He asked. “I’m going to the bathroom to change.” I could still see he was confused as to why I wouldn’t just change in front of him, considering we were comfortable with each other and it’s nothing he hadn’t seen. However, after going so long without any sort of intimacy of any kind, it made me feel a little weird; so I didn’t, and he seemed to disregard it. When I was back in my room Jamie was already in his pajamas, the lights off with only my side table lamp illuminating his face as he got comfortable in my bed.

I walked over and slowly got in the bed, Jamie holding the duvet open for me as I did so. Once I got situated, I laid there for a moment, wondering if I should cuddle with him or not. It felt like we just started dating all over again. But Jamie must’ve been thinking the same thing because after a moment of silence he whispered, “Come here.” And I did. He held his arm out to wrap under me and I rested my head on his chest, a hand on his stomach. He reached over to turn off the lamp, pulling me closer. “Hey,” he said, making me lift my head to look at him, “I love you.” I smiled, “I love you too, Jamie.” Then he kissed me and we went to sleep.

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Ok so real talk the first time I listened to Cruel Summer I thought Taylor said “hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine I’m not buying” and I thought dangggg what boy f’d up so bad Tay wouldn’t shell out coins for him to get a Reese’s Cup and Cheetos like what’d he do??

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what was your favorite song on lover when it came out and what’s your favorite song on lover now???