Tell Me Why - Blog Posts

I just found out that Kirsch Vermilion

Is voiced by the same VA that voices this motherfucker

Like what the fuck

TELL ME WHY

Quick grammar lesson! <33

you're : you are

my : fire

the one : desire

believe when : i say

I want it : that way

Just realized that all of the apps go to Wordscapes instead of the actual app (only tumblr works) so now I have to redo everything…..

Thanks apple and shortcuts :)

My Adrian themed phone layout (slightly chaotic)

Feel free to use for Inspo or something :D

"Why do you have to put down my dreams, so you're the only thing on my mind?"

I have reason to believe that 'Tell Me Why' is one of the most powerful songs Taylor Swift has written.

What makes this song great is its versatility; the lyrics can be applied to any situation wherein an abusive power dynamic between two parties is involved. TS described it as being about a tug of war in which "someone always kind of has the upper hand." With that in mind, the perspectives are endless. Depending on whom you talk to, this song could be about gender, racial, or wealth inequality, classism, even.

This versatility is what helps a song maintain its relevance. It's what makes some songs timeless. Music that isn't shackled to specific eras or circumstances has the capacity to be appreciated longer, and by wider audiences, because it doesn't shut people out. This is the music that can live on forever and ever. To me, that's power.

It is this style of songwriting that TS has mastered - that delicate balance between confession and ambiguity in her lyrics that gives you a sense of something she might have experienced, but also isn't so personal as to exclude the possibility of that experience being echoed by millions of other people.

This is Taylor's unique talent, and 'Tell Me Why' exemplifies it perfectly.

"What had happened that night in the Odysseides home was like phantom tide that swept in and out of her mind, etching deeper into the sand with each return. Sometimes she could go weeks without thinking about it, sometimes days, sometimes only hours. But then it would come again: diconnection from the body she fought so hard to strengthen, the suffocating feeling of powerlessness."

Llana Masad, Lore

lil vent post

remind me again why i can't go christmas break without some good old memento mori

Ok so TELL ME WHY SPOILERS AHEAD!!

Ok so. I just finished the game, and I absolutely loved it, 2 points I wanna make about it

1. Am I the only one who wasn't shocked and kinda already realised that Alyson was the one who killed Mary-Anne? Like I thought it was really obvious but then I went to tiktok and saw that so many people were like really shocked and stuff

And 2. Justice for Tyler's hair

Before

After

The man's had STYLE

Why do people feel the need to buzz a character's hair? 😭 It completely ruins the look

Anyway my two points

(Extra point, apparently so many people rejected Michael's advances because they were hoping for a female love interest.. Is that a common thing?)

Mourning Bucky After His Death in 1945

(Inspired by^ this channel is wonderful, their ambiences always get my head in the right place for writing: beware, angst)

You got the news late, when the Commandos came back from the mission...and there was one missing. They didn't need to say a thing - the gap in their ranks, and the look on Steve's face, said it all.

Being a nurse, you couldn't stop to feel the pain or even really process it. But once the rush ended, and you stepped into the quiet street, everything fell on you at once. Tears poured, and your heart felt like it could burst. Bucky usually picked you up when your breaks came. His absence hit you like a truck.

Instead, you walked along the street in a thin army uniform and shivered all the way. A bitter wind blew through Brooklyn this time of year, but the cold you felt had little to do with the weather.

Somehow, your feet brought you to the old docks where Bucky worked through the summers. That was years ago, now, and seemed like a different life. You couldn't help but smile, recalling the laughter and choice language that used to fill the air.

Once, when you began to realise the full extent of your feelings, you came to the docks and watched him for the whole day. Instead of hiding away how you felt, you relished in it.

Sixteen was a hell of an age to fall in love, especially in the thirties. But reciprocated love...it blossomed and bloomed so beautifully. With Steve, your brother, you and Bucky built a life together.

It was always Steve who talked about their future...without him. The sickly boy never expected to live past thirty, and, despite how painful the idea was, neither did they.

Never in a million years did you imagine Bucky going first.

You couldn't hold it anymore. The sobs ripped out, and you sank to the ground by the water. One hand tightly clasped the other, a cold, glinting ring pressing into your skin. A promise, a commitment...now nothing but a memory. The life you talked about, planned so dreamily, even in the face of the war, gone. Destroyed in an instant.

Deep hatred and a desire for vengance reared its head in you. Bucky always said you and Steve were too alike. But the decision already cemented itself in your mind.

When Steve crashed the Valkyrie, no one was left behind. Two days before, you had vanished on a mission in Switzerland - presumed dead. He had nothing, not even Peggy, really, to keep him on Earth.

Little did he know, that the two sweethearts had been reunited. And Hydra would make good use of them both.