🎃 Imagine This. You Are Walking Through Your Yard. It's One Of Your Favorite Places, All Sprawling

The 🎃 "business" references and brushing off MH as nothing significant, makes me think TS had a deal with MH before kissgate and he is making her make good on it now. I don't know much about him but if he is as awful as everyone is describing, this would be a dickhead move that aligns with his reputation. He is certainly getting a lot of publicity out of this . Maybe this has already been discussed but it's just a thought...

✨ Again and again, maybe 10 more times, we made a promise, what will come next? Will you be here when the time comes? We will see.

This ask was sent on Monday shortly after Karlie revealed her pregnancy. I had already posted several asks in response to her reveal when this came into my inbox. It felt a bit myserious then, and even more so now.

Thoughts ... I have been discussing it with a mutual and we are stuck.

Tayobe rise?

Submission:

Dear 🎃 ,

I was walking the beach tonight and almost tripped over an old wine bottle. I picked it up and examined it, noticing it had been worn down in the waves. “How far had it traveled?” And then it caught my eye - a piece of parchment tucked inside. My heart started pounding with excitement at the discovery! I gingerly removed the cork you’d carefully encased in wax protecting your message. Slowly, patiently, I coaxed the parchment from the bottle. My hands shook as I read your letter. As I scanned each word you wrote, I could feel the empathy and grief filling me from within until it all burst from my eyes. The salt from my tears mixing with the salt of the ocean. I rushed home over the dune with the bottle and message in hand. My heartbeat pulsed in my ears as I tried to slow my thoughts. Clamoring toward my study, I heard my wife calling out from the kitchen, “Is everything ok, dear?!” I flung open my writing desk, pulling out a leaf of parchment. My pen flew across the page - flowing, sloping, swooping - Trying to expel the words I thought you needed. I trusted the pen. I hope it was true. I am returning this message to your bottle with my wax and seal. I hope this finds you in return, but I have a feeling that it will. Sometimes we women just know things...

(Enclosed Message)

Imagine This. A group of people have known your truth for as far back as you started sharing it. They have always been here, and they always will. They often quietly send good energy your way with intentions for peace and protection. For them, you aren’t an anti-hero. Or a selfish asshole…. Or any other negative internal self-talk track that might exist. Imagine you are just seen, supported, and ENOUGH. When you breathe in, imagine taking in all the love and support you need to move forward on whatever path you choose. As you exhale, imagine you breathe out all of the fears of faceless former fans in public outrage. Imagine believing that the universe always takes care of you, and when plans fall apart, it opens opportunities for your growth.

May you, Karlie, and your family find strength together as you prepare to turn the page on this chapter.

Warmly,

A lucky beachcomber

Is HEEL maybe in there to refer to Matty?

Here are several messages in my inbox with different 🎃 theories. Some were sent after only a message or two. We are up to 8 messages now:

🎃 Imagine this. You wander through the woods. Deep in this Enchanted Forest, your delicate fairy wings are crippled and weak. You haven’t come this way in a long time. You’re not sure you’ll be able to find it. You trip over overgrown roots and foliage that looks suspiciously like clawing hands in the dying light. A howl sounds in the distance, pushing you closer to your destination. Watchful eyes in the birch bark feel more leering than protective. Your ripped and muddied gown is caked in dandelion fuzz. You limp over uneven ground, smiling at the pain of the shark bite with each excruciating step - replaying the satisfying splash as you finally chose her over the world. As you grabbed the enemy and dove into the infested waters. You squint to make sense of your surroundings through the fog, cherry red eyes glowing in the bushes. Just before you nearly give up, you see it ahead. The wooden door standing sovereign in the middle of the forest. Deeply cut claw marks mar its surface. Glittering flecks of what could be light filter through the crack beneath it. The best and worst part of it all - the lock lies broken, scorched, down on the ground. To put it plainly, your limits are now your own courage. Nothing more, and nothing less. All your life you have been afraid. Afraid of ghosts, shadows and raindrops on tin roofs. It is a fear that has paralyzed you. And yet, now, in the face of something actually worthy of your fear, you find peace and courage. You step forward. You place your hand on the doorknob, the metal cold against your fiery skin. Insecurity and hope pound in your ears in tune with your heart beat. Never in your wildest dreams did you actually believe you would arrive here. “Human, human, human.” The darkest parts of your mind chant. It burns like hot coals. But the longer you stand there, hand on the doorknob, the softer the voice becomes. Not softer in volume - if anything, the voice is louder now - but softer in tone. Who doesn’t love a good key change?  “Human, human, human.” It no longer sounds like the weakness it used to. It no longer sounds like a flaw. Your heart beats red and hot and furious in your chest. Isn’t that a magnificent thing! A knock sounds on the door from the other side. You smile at the signal as your feet squash the forest carpet of clovers and daisies. With the deepest exhale of your life so far, you slowly twist the handle. 🎃

Can I (the fandom as a whole) ask you (Taylor) a question (what the fuck is going on)?

This Anon was sent to @spade-riddles and it is either trying to mimic something Taylor would send or is an inside source. I am supremely annoyed either way, but I just wanna point a few things out because I can’t stop myself—which was probably the intention because we are all fucking FBI detectives with this shit

1) 🎃—JACK o lantern /pumpkin—Jack A? Halloween? October?

2) HEEL—Matt Healy 🤮

3) sparks fly—Speak Now

4) to be ready—for it?

5) 🎃—why again? Beginning and ending ?

This could all be word salad bullshit and a distraction from the dumpster 🔥

you guys earlier this year i was in a waffle house and i played a 1975 song on the jukebox queue and i checked out as it was playing and the total was $19.89 and i really think i accidentally manifested all this that afternoon in waffle house i'm so sorry

Apparently there’s a rumor going around (started by Patrick A. himself) NYU that Taylor dumped toe by email.

All I can think is “you’re fired” 😂😂

I was like who tf is Patrick? 😂

That’s funny.