The Lakes - Blog Posts
peace was so good :,) could you write about swimming with corio in the lake?
The Lakes | Coriolanus Snow
Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x fem!reader
Summary: You spend your time with Coryo at the lake in the woods as the sun sets down.
Warning/s: fluff, Coriolanus in love, possible grammar and spelling mistakes
Author's note: This one is extremely short and I changed some things, but I hope you still like it.
Soft, green grass brushed against your legs as you walked through the Meadow to get to a lake in a hidden spot outside of District 12.
The rough plants with pointy ends were brushing against your legs lightly scratching you, but you tried to pay it no mind as you tear your way through to get to the lake.
After a while you reached your destination as you came to a sudden stop. The sun was slowly setting down as you stared ahead into the distance, but it was still covering the entire Meadow giving the flowers and the lake a gorgeous shimmer making it seem like this sight is eternal.
For a moment you allowed yourself to close your eyes, enjoying the short, but somehow everlasting peace, that you got while you waited for him to come to you.
You didn't have to wait long.
All of a sudden a pair of strong yet comforting arms wrapped around you giving you a sense of protection yet you couldn't help but to let out a quiet shriek at the sudden feeling, quickly opening your eyes and turning around to look at him.
Coriolanus was already watching you, his eyes full of love for you. He revealed in the way that the wind was lightly carrying your beautiful hair around just like the sundress you wore on a weirdly warm day.
Your smile was infectious, he couldn't help but to return it as he showed you the happiness that he felt at that moment.
"Let's go and swim in the lake." You suggested as you stepped away, trying to get rid of the sundress that you wore, tossing it aside.
Coriolanus gave you a boyish smile as he started to take of his white shirt and his gray pants, agreeing with your offer to cool of.
He returned the joyous laugh that you gave him as he ran after you towards the edge of the lake, his dog tag dangling around his neck as he did that.
You two soon found yourself in the cool lake swimming towards each other. Coriolanus wrapped his arms around your chest as he slowly brought you closer to him, his piercing blue eyes never leaving yours as he did that.
He slowly glazed his hand on your cheek before moving it onto your neck to bring you closer colliding your lips together while being in a warm embrace.
You both soked up moments like these as much as you could. Giving each other the sense of comfort, protection and love.
Coriolanus never thought that anything like this was ever going to happen to him, and even if it did he wasn't so sure that he could love anyone this much who was worth risking everything in his life once again for.
The moment he met you, he knew something changed. He fell hard, but he knew the risks.
The Peacekeepers weren't supposed to be romantically involved with anyone during their time of service.
He knew very well that if anyone catches your longing glances that you were sanding to each other across the room, if anyone saw you talking to each other a little to close for comfort or if anyone saw you two spending a lot more time with each other than necessary, let alone see you holding hands or kissing you would be doomed.
If anyone noticed how you both lose your breath every time you looked into each other's eyes it would be all over for you both.
They could deport him to another District or fire him from his service. You could've been severely punished. Hell, they could kill you both, hang you on the hanging tree or just shoot you on sight.
But as you two held each other in the comforting silence that only comes when two people understand each other and as you exchanged the words that confirmed your love for each other and as you exchanged a billion kisses, he knew that it was all worth it.
You were worth it, and after a long time he came to a conclusion that he maybe deserves your endless love and comfort that you brought him every day.
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The lakes by Taylor Swift
Forever in my Folklore era 🍂🍃
tell me why was my first thought 'dead poets society' when I found out about Taylor's new album😭
the only important question you should ask yourself every morning is whether it's a "take me to the lakes" or "take me to church" kinda day and plan it based on the answer
While I bathe in cliffside pools
With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief
Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die
I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you
— Taylor Swift, the lakes
(Photos by Mark Atkinson, Cristian Benavides, lil artsy, eberhard grossgasteiger)
It's been one year since folklore was released besties! Here are some things I felt when I first listened to it<3 (yes I wrote this exactly a year ago)
Living in a tiny cottage covered in vines and flowers, filled with warmth and coziness. Sitting beside the crackling fire with a book whose pages lost their color years ago, but never did its words lose their beauty. Or living in an enormous, gothic castle, with mysterious owners and libraries and secret passages, some of which remain undiscovered.
The thing about these stories is that regardless of how long ago or by whom they were written, it's incredibly fascinating to see how hundreds of years ago, people loved the same way, dreamt the same way and regretted their choices the same way they do now. They too longed to be a part of something bigger. It's to feel nostalgic about an experience that you've only ever had in your imagination. To look at the raindrops on your window and wish you hadn't messed up. Wish you hadn't broken the hug just as quick. Wish you had payed more attention to the words that were never said.
It's to crave adventure, yet need peace. It's the feeling you get when you find an old picture that you don't recall taking, or while watching a movie that seems so magical that for a moment, just for a moment, you forget about all those wounds that time could never heal.
To grow up in a small town and fall in love in highschool, only to move to a big city where no one knows your name, where you lose the numbers of people who promised to choose your wedding dress. To live in a tiny apartment overlooking the Eiffel tower, making art that no one will ever know exists, drinking tea that lost it's warmth when you weren't looking, much like your heart.
To time changing the colour of leaves, but not their mind. To being a hopeless romantic, yet never having fallen in love before. To wanting to be different, yet not knowing how to change. To getting lost in the woods, thinking that you found your way out, only to realise that you never did. To being called crazy.
Please don't ever stop believing in magic in a world filled with fear, uncertainty and loneliness .♡
"Invisible String" lyrics: Bold was the waitress on our three-year trip. Getting lunch down by the lakes.
Taylor about her song "The lakes" (2020): "I think THE LAKES sort of sounds like a testament of what I’ve wanted to escape from and where I saw myself escaping. We’d gone to the Lake District in England a couple years ago [...]"
"on our three years trip" (by the lakes) + "a couple of years ago" = connected?!
There's no way Joe+Taylor celebrated their three year anniversary "a couple of years ago" in 2020. (2016 + 3 = 2019. It would have been a year ago.)
Who was pictured at a lake in 2017? (2020 - 3 = 2017)
Taylor+Karlie and two loving swans. ❤️
Full speech about "The lakes" in "Folklore: The Long Pond Studio Sessions". Why does she even have a "cottage backup plan"? 🤔👇
"I think “the lakes” sort of sounds like a testament of what I’ve wanted to escape from and where I saw myself escaping. We’d gone to the Lake District in England a couple years ago — In the 19th century, you had a lot of poets, like William Wordsworth and John Keats would spend a lot of time there. There was a poet district, these artists moved there were kind of heckled for it and made fun of for it as being these eccentrics and these kind of odd artists who decided that they just wanted to live there. I remember when we went, I thought, “Man, I could see this. You live in a cottage and you’ve got wisteria growing up the outside of it. Of course they escaped like that, of course they would do that.” And they had their own community of other artists who had done the same thing. In my career, since I was probably about 20, written about this sort of cottage backup plan that I have. “the lakes” is really talking a lot about relating to people who, hundreds of years ago, had the same exit plan and did it. I went to William Wordsworth’s grave, just sat there and I was like, “Wow, you went and did it, you just did it. You just went away and you kept writing, but you didn’t subscribe to the things that were killing you.” And that’s really the overarching thing that I felt when I was writing folklore is, I may not be able to go to the Lakes right now, or to go anywhere, but I’m going there in my head, and this escape plan is working. I thought [this song] would be the perfect way to slot the last puzzle piece in, right when people least expected it. Because “hoax” as the ending song for the record, I thought was interesting for a couple weeks, but then I wanted to actually come in with the real last song of the record, which is “the lakes”, that’s kind of the overarching theme of the whole album, of trying to escape, having something you wanna protect, trying to protect your own sanity, and saying, “Look, they did this hundreds of years ago. I’m not the first person who’s felt this way, they did this.”
"I love Chicago. I love, I love, I love the people." 🥹
I'm setting off, but not without my muse No, not without you
Taylor's intro before performing The Lakes :
You know people have asked why, like how I choose songs for this section. And it's a very imprecise science. And sometimes it's really simple like this (?) - I was thinking about this weekend I really love Chicago. I LOVE Chicago. I love, I love, I love the people. I love the crowds. It's like it's always such a great vibe when we go there. And it's so cool they have lakes near there. (...) So uh.. I'm gonna play this one.
I feel like The Lakes is such an underrated song. I never hear about it enough.
“Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die, I don’t belong…and my beloved neither do you..”
“Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry…I’m setting off, but not without my muse. No…not without you.”
