Taylor swift red flags

-ke$ha ends up in a rape case, Taylor swift throws money on it to look good but doesn't speak up about it and turn the case around like we all know she could

-ends up in a "rape" case (like yeah having your butt touched without your consent is awful but to sue for a dollar is a waste of fucking time and tax money. Do something worthwhile instead of putting everybody through this for attention.)

-"new album new Taylor" right after Ke$ha's post Rape Case revival becomes a success???? Hmmmmmm....

-I have never met a girl named Taylor who was actually nice. The name thing isn't a lie. Every Tracy I've met is a hairdresser. I almost became a hairdresser.

-she's done shit before

"Matthew, you've been sulking in here for days and the lights haven't stopped flickering. If I get called in to change the lights and this continues I could get fired and that's not very fun." Lovino scolded.
"I don't care."
"You should, because you're turning into a poltergeist and if I get fired, another Reaper will try to move in on this territory. That one won't be as merciful and you'll be sent to the void instantly."
"I don't care!" Matthew shouted, tears building up again. The flickering lights buzzed with his anger, his frustration. He was hurting more than he had ever hurt in his lifetime and his deathtime. Combined.
"You don't care? So maybe I should just take you right now. Would you care then? Huh?"
"No! I don't give a shit anymore. I just want to go."
"It's going to be to the void. I'm not sending you to another life when you're at unease like this."
"I don't care! I don't give a shit! I'm done! I just want this to end!"
Lovino sighed, long and hard. He stepped closer and closer to Matthew until he was kneeling to get at eye level with the Canadian.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!"
"Because I can wait for you to calm down and you won't have to suffer."
"I! Don't! Want! To!"
"Don't you want to see your brother one last time? I can let you."
Matthew screeched as a reply.
"Okay, okay. Shut up. I'll send you off. But if you regret it, I can't pull you back. Deal?"
"Deal. Just end me."
Lovino reached out his hand, slowly and regretfully. It was almost at Matthew's forehead when they were interrupted by a loud knocking at the door.
"Oh shit." Lovino muttered. He must have somebody calling him back to work. Great. "Be right there!" He called, stepping away from the distraught ghost in the corner.
He opened the door and another person stepped through.
It was Antonio. What was he doing here?
"What are you doing here?" Lovino asked, voice in a whisper.
"I came to see you."
"I'm working."
"I know. You were working last time too."
"I wasn't working. It was night."
"If you're here, then you're working."
"Toni..."
"Look, I really like you and I'm going back to Spain in a few days. But I don't want to leave without you."
"Toni...I can't leave this place."
"Then give me your body one last time. Please?"
Lovino groaned, rolling his eyes. "Fine."
"You're so cute!"
"Shut the hell up."
Matthew sighed, sitting up as Lovino pulled Antonio against him. He had already been forgotten. This somehow made him hurt more, which he didn't think was possible. Yet here he was.
"The lights are bad in here. Isn't it your job to fix that?" Antonio teased, kissing Lovino's neck.
"I'll fix it when somebody tells me to."
"I'm going to wait back in my room." Matthew groaned. He floated away, entering the cleaned and empty room he had once shared with Gilbert.
Where was the Prussian now? Was he happy? Probably. He didn't even remember who Matthew was. There was nothing for him to grieve about.
But Matthew...Matthew had never grieved more.
And he doubted he ever would.

My next work is going to be a NorEng for our daughter. It's gunna be tragic hope you're excited for pain.