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amee-racle-ofmyown · 4 months

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(for some reason tumblr wouldn't let me edit the post draft? so I've had to screenshot this ask)

how can I say no to someone asking me so nicely for heist mark content? and thank you!! I'm so happy you enjoy it🥺💖

I decided to go with 11. picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face

mud on my face and heart on my sleeve, when I'm with you

Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1,264 | Read on AO3

A masters degree in digging, huh?

A bad luck magnet and reckless idiot at times though he may be, your partner in crime never failed to surprise you.

You were left reeling, barely enough time to process the deep hole that had appeared on the floor of your shared cell in what was surely an impossible amount of time. Or had it been longer, and you had simply zoned out while he was digging? No, that didn't seem right.

Years of carefully planned heists — down to the precise minute for certain jobs — had allowed you to develop a near impeccable sense of time. But today you felt strange, as if something was throwing off that instinct, making you doubt your judgement.

Self-doubt, however, was something you could not afford to pay any mind on a high-stakes job such as this, especially when Mark always seemed to rely so heavily on your choices in the heat of the moment. So instead, you allowed yourself to indulge in his confidence, using it as a springboard to bring you back to certitude.

You followed him down into the tunnel as the two of you made your way under the penitentiary to the Warden's office.

When you emerged, the pair of you were covered head to toe in soil and dust. It wasn’t the first time you had both ended up dirty on a heist, having to throw your clothes in the laundry when you returned to base, but the smug satisfaction and relief that came with bringing home your loot was always well worth it.

Once you had secured The Box, it was only a matter of fooling the nearest prison guard into aiding your escape. You watched as Mark absolutely milked his performance, feeding the guard some sob story he’d made up on the fly about him and his grandmother both being on death’s door, while you gestured dramatically to emphasise parts of his tale when it felt appropriate.

You struggled to stay composed seeing Mark’s expressions — he’d always been one for theatrics. In your opinion, he was overdoing it too much for the act to be convincing, but all that really mattered was the guard was completely buying into it, far too distracted by Mark to notice you fighting to contain your laughter (or the gaping hole in the ground, apparently).

‘I know this sacrifice, and what it means to you. But it means so much more to me,’ Mark declared with as much gratitude as he could muster, clutching the guard’s phone tightly.

The guard responded with various distressed noises, and you honestly couldn’t believe how well this was going.

‘But if also, you know, I could hear my gran-gran’s voice in peace,’ Mark continued somberly. ‘I don’t want you to hear her. She’s real sick.’

‘Ok, yeah, she’s probably got some kind of weird co- I get it,’ the poor guard stuttered.

‘They’re okay, they can hear it,’ Mark said, nodding and gesturing to you.

‘Yeah you guys — y’all shower together n’ whatnot,’ the guard replied, getting up to leave.

Mark nodded dismissively while you frowned and raised an eyebrow at the guard’s words. As he trudged sadly down the hall, though, you felt a little bad for lying to him. Either he was going through something himself or was just a particularly emotional guy.

Mark perked up, dropping the act as soon as the guard was out of earshot. ‘Well, that was easier than I thought it’d be. But we got a phone, which is the only thing we need to get outta here.’

You stood up, stepping towards the edge of the room and poking a finger against the gate, which the guard had conveniently left ajar, pushing it wide open with a creak.

You turned to look at Mark, then back, gesturing to the open cell door and the obvious escape before you.

‘Nooo, that’s too easy. We’ll leave that as a backup plan for our backup plan. I’ve got a call to make.’

You simply rolled your eyes. At times like this, it was better to just let your heist partner do his thing.

You hear Bubba’s voice over the phone, letting you know he’ll arrive in five.

‘Now, I don’t know if that was five hours or five minutes—’

The squeal of tires is all the warning you get before a pickup truck bursts through the back wall of the cell rear-end first and you hear Bubba yell for you to get in.

What immediately transpires is a blur of motion as you feel adrenaline in your veins and your heart thrumming in your ribcage. Mark ushers you to the back of the vehicle, yanking the door open and letting you go first as you clamber into the safety of the cargo bed, pushing aside fallen bricks from the collapsed wall. Mark follows suit, pulling the door closed behind him, and the car speeds away into the night.

You barely register the chill of the October air as you cling to the back of the truck with your left hand.

The autumn wind whips at Mark's hair as he crouches beside you. You can't help but think he looks gorgeous despite his roughed up appearance, all the dirt from the tunnel and the rubble from the broken wall.

He shoots you a grin, looking positively ecstatic, and you can practically feel the triumph and thrill that radiates off him. It's the same feeling coursing through your nerves as well.

You have had close encounters with the authorities before, but breaking out of prison is a new high for you both.

You give him a wide smile in return, and when he looks directly into your eyes everything around you seems to slow and obscure out of focus. All that matters in this moment is that you're both safe and free, and all his attention is solely on you. The space between you feels static and you think to yourself that any risk, any close call, is worth it for him to be smiling at you like this.

You reach out towards his face with your free hand, cupping his cheek in your palm. His eyes widen a fraction but he doesn't say a word or make a move to pull away.

You almost miss how he leans ever so slightly into your touch as you swipe at the dirt with your thumb.

‘Your face is all dirty, dummy.’

‘So’s yours.’

Your other hand comes up to hold the other side of his face and you shift slightly, steadying yourself (not that you really need to, you seem to have slowed down enough that you won't fall out suddenly and besides, you trust Mark enough to grab you in time should that be a real danger).

His left hand comes up to your right to tenderly hold your wrist in place.

His skin feels warm against yours, stubble tickling your palms. You wipe at the dirt and dust with both thumbs this time.

Your faces are inches apart now. You can't ignore the way his eyes flicker very briefly down to your lips, and you have half a mind to kiss his stupid, smug face right then and there.

The moment is broken as Bubba calls out to you both from the driver seat, letting you know that you'll be far enough to stop soon.

As you and Mark exit the vehicle though, the rush remains present, and it isn't just from the thrill of escaping. His gaze and touch send you on a roller coaster of their own.

#aww. all that only for bob to pull a gun on them😔💔 LMAO #(EDIT UHH. this was scheduled for 10 pm my time I have no idea why it posted now tumblr is broken💀 whatever I guess)#I tried to keep y/n speaking to a minimum #I want to make a more concentrated effort to write them and the captain as selectively mute or very quiet #not for all my fics but some #coming up with a title was the hardest part of this #thank you for requesting!! and for reading🫶 I really missed getting writing requests honestly #amee writes #ahwm #a heist with markiplier #heist mark #heist!mark #mark iplier #heist mark x y/n #heist mark x reader #heist!mark x y/n #heist!mark x reader #partners in crime #x reader

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g3othermal3scapism · 5 months

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her ass is NOT all american 🤣🤣

i spent like multiple hours on this when i shouldve been sleeping and then tiktok fucking. took the sound down. what if this was my final straw?

#posting it here too to cope #because i know that now its muted it will get maybe 1 like #i hate you tiktok #with all of my heart actually !#the haters are trying to sabotage me #and its working im so tired im so close to tears #6 am.#been working on this so long i beat fnaf or smthn #ok #that is all now i will be contemplating a heinous crime #goodnight #doctor who #rose tyler #tenth doctor #ninth doctor #edit #timepetals #pretend it doesnt have my tiktok watermark im too tired to change it

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1am-s0-veryt1red · 2 months

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STOP MAKING "PLACEHOLDER FICS" ON AO3 FOR YOUR WORK IN PROGRESS. AO3 IS AN ARCHIVE. IT IS NOT A FYP. THERE IS NO "TAGGING FOR REACH". IT IS BY DATE AND TIME OR RELEVANCE.

WRITE WHAT YOURE GOING TO WRITE AND THEN POST IT. EDITING YOUR PLACEHOLDER DOES NOT PUT IT BACK ON THE FRONT PAGE.

#ao3 #fanfiction #archive of our own #idk where this trend is coming from #but it really drives me insane to see a fic posted with less than 14 words #and all it says is “this is a placeholder for my upcoming fic...”#thats not how this works #that isn't what an archive is #and then will complain that their fic isnt getting the attention it deserves #this is why #youre editing something that was posted weeks ago and now its pages and pages down in the archive #of course nobody is seeing it #or worse #you're getting muted/blocked by anyone seeing it because its basically spam #there's no need to overcomplicate this.#post when you're ready and tag properly #you don't need to ask who all is interested in what youre writing before you write it #write it for you!! be self indulgent!!#there are people out there that will read it i promise #but make sure it sees the light of day so that people know it's there!!#okay im done

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bees-tes-blog · 3 months

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I’m about to turn off comments and reblogs for the skrim clothing post for my own sanity. starting to think some of you guys can’t read

#buzz #im choosing peace #a Popular Tesblr Blogger rb’d it and now its reaching people who im pretty sure have never even played the game #really bad time for my mute notifications function to not be working #edit I just deleted the original post #its done…..im free

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crest-of-gautier · 8 months

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i think it’s really funny that both of my blogs start with “cres.” is it annoying when i want to look at one blog and not the other? sometimes. but i think it’s hilarious, and life is better when you find many things to laugh at, me thinks.

#lizz.txt #i think its also for this reason that i jokingly tell myself in my head that if people were to make a name for me based on my url #in the scenario that they didnt read my bio and that me name is lizz. they should call me cress #anyway... im still thinking about pq... i heard about some things about it #i was shown a beautiful iceberg and now i feel like i HAVE to take yosuke out of the party sometime to see him approach minato #something something about wanting to be stronger for his partner? i want to see the exact phrasing...#anyway... i wonder if i'd post about my playthrough of p3 reload here...#i'll talk about that when its closer to release so that i can tell y'all how to mute but...#i really like making gifs.. and editing videos.... i might record some of me playing it just because i wanna see how i react to ryoji #and i wanna be able to look back on that.... but anyway... im gonna go home to my beautiful bed of freshly washed sheets

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hauntedorpheum · 2 years

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the heretics had so much potential

#finally got to the point of the show where i left last time lmao #i think i never finished the season #the heretics are clearly the writers trying to make the originals 2.0 but without any of the build up or dynamics of those characters #julie plec is like #ooh look at this guy he is soooo powerful. oops damon and bonnie killed him. he was lily's favorite even tho they only had 1 scene together #and this guy he is mute and mysterious #this girl is bad but oooh she was stefan's first love omg drama #and these are lesbians. i know we kill the gay couple but this is different because they're lesbians. btw did we mention they are lesbians?#like come on. at least try to give this characters some interactions when they are not just hating each othee #they are supposed to be a found family. yet they dont seem to care that much for each other #their motivation and deal for the house makes no sense #the characters they present make no sense as the reason lily didn't lose her shit #i just don't buy these relationships #also last time im pretty sure i stopped bcs of the caroline thing™. and now knowing that is coming...this is torture fr #my post #the vampire diaries #edit: the deal to have the house is so fucking stupid. ghost town means no food

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hiraabeblogpost · 15 days

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#yes i want things to be free like ??? that is not a weird desire#'but but it costs money to keep up' ok and? how is that my problem#the government has plenty of murder dollars they could reallocate a few to make internet services universal if they wanted#also these companies were perfectly capable of supporting themselves before the internet got drowned with ads so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#edit: muting notifs on this post bc new additions have kind of petered out#so no one feel bad about adding something someone else has said‚ it is not bothering me im just trying to keep my#notifs page cleanish lol#also since i saw some people are being redirected to read my tags: firstly hiiiiii this is a special secret message for you:3#secondly i have learned since making this that the reason they were able to support themselves previously was because#of investors bankrolling everything#and theyre now finally realizing that theyre never going to actually make a profit and arent as willing to invest#however thats just a minor correction and doesnt change my overall point#once again. so many murder dollars#so thats why im just adding it here in the tags rather than making an actual correction#anyways . love yall 💕#origibberish#bigger gibbers…

#ecommerce #marketing #econom #yes i want #things to be free like ??? that is not a weird desire #'but but #it costs money to keep up' ok and? how is that my problem #the #government has plenty of murder dollars they could reallocate a few to make #internet services universal if they wanted #also these #companies were perfectly capable of supporting themselves before the internet #got drowned with ads so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#edit:#muting notifs on this post bc new additions have kind of petered out #so no one #feel bad about adding something someone else has said‚ it is not bothering me #im just trying to keep my #notifs #page cleanish lol #also since #i saw some people are being redirected to read my tags: firstly hiiiiii this is #a special secret message for you:3 #secondly i #have learned since making this that the reason they were able to support #themselves previously was because #of #investors bankrolling everything #and theyre #now finally realizing that theyre never going to actually make a profit and

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frogliftcertified · 6 months

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(Edit 2: Closing replies for this and muting the post, if you have issues just leave a message in my PM's, I promise you it'll be my pleasure to (try to) help.)

Good news, the ReVanced project (of YouTube ReVanced fame) has added Tumblr patches to their arsenal, so not only can you patch YouTube with it now, but also Tumblr (and more, even). This can let you remove ads from the Tumblr app, and even nuke Tumblr Live.

Grab the ReVanced Manager and give it a shot. Android only, sorry.

Edit, FAQ:

Disable Play Protect in the Google Play store, it's useless anyways.

You don't need to update your app to the newest version, pick an APK of any Tumblr version you want and patch that. Not all will work, but just keep trying different versions if so.

For the old layout and the ability to go directly to previous reblogs, patch an APK of this version: 29.7.0.110

For users without root access, you need to find an APK for the Tumblr app (a version of it of your choice), then uninstall Tumblr from your device, THEN use the patcher, and install it when prompted.

Do not download "split", "bundle", or "xapk" when given the choice.

You don't need MicroG unless you want to use non-root patched YouTube.

#tumblr #[tumblr]#revanced #android #tumblr app #internet privacy

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arcielee · 1 month

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Fare Well

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Summary: You visit Aegon after another council meeting ends. Paring: Aegon Targaryen x female!reader Word Count: 1600+ Warnings: Reader AFAB, knifeplay, object penetration, kissing, p in v, creampie, using intercourse as an escape from reality. Author’s Note: Listen, the new trailer came out and our muses are buzzing again. This smutty piece was inspired by this story by @valeskafics as well as this beautiful edit by the beautiful @bucknastysbabe. The title is from Hozier, as you all should come to expect now, and this can also be read on ao3. This is dedicated to @f4ll-for-you, my wonderful Tumblr kindred spirit who made me into the Aegon girly I am today. 💜 A huge thank you to @targaryen-dynasty for beta reading and making sure this all made sense. 💜 Enjoy!

“What troubles you, your grace?”

You had remained in the shadows and listened to the voices grow louder, though still muted through the walls, with their worries of what was to come next. They exited one by one, the morose men chosen to serve the king’s council, with the lord commander of the kingsguard escorting the queen dowager donned in green, her eyes downcast and her expression etched with her perpetual worry since her lord husband had passed. The lord hand was the last to leave, his face lined and wearied, his slow gate returning him to the tower where he would–as Aegon confided to you–continue to pen letters to garner support across the realm.

It was only then that you dared to enter the room. You saw Aegon was seated at the head of the table, his violet gaze placed on the Valyrian dagger in his hands, the iron and rubies that once belonged to the Conqueror gleaming above him.

The sun was streaking through the windows behind, giving him a kingly glow. His hair was a shade lighter and his cheeks sunkissed from the hours aback Sunfyre; despite the threat beyond the horizon, you knew that Aegon enjoyed patrolling the skies with his brothers.

It was these little confessions that he shared with you in the clandestine moments stolen within the walls of the Red Keep. He told you how he wished to be distracted, to allow a reprieve for his mind that weighed heavy with this anointed crown, and you were just this distraction, flesh and blood pulsing with your desire.

It was then he looked up to see you still shyly posted in the doorway. “You seemed troubled, your grace,” you repeated with kindness, with concern.

“I am now always troubled, it feels,” his smile was forced. “It seems to be something that comes with the weight of this.” He removed the crown and it echoed dully as he dropped it on the table. “But perhaps you can serve your king.”

Your foot pushed the door until it closed soundly, and you took a step towards him. For a moment you saw the boy you had grown up with, mischievous and smirking, peering up at you from beneath the title of king. “This is why I am here,” your reply was sultry, and you saw how the black began to swallow the color of his eyes. “To serve, your grace.”

Aegon sheathed the dagger and set it aside his crown before slouching back to spread his legs wider in the ornate chair he sat. Your stomach tightened at the sight of his thick outline against his thigh, pressing through his slacks, and you felt the flutter of that desire trilling your spine, spilling back into your veins.

Your heart vibrated beneath and his lips curled upwards when he noticed where your eyes fell. His large hand patted his thigh.

The gesture summoned you and you moved within his arms reach. He pulled you onto his lap, his face burying into the curve of your neck with a groan, a deep inhale that tickled. “Your grace,” you giggled, squirming in his hold, your blood warming your skin.

“It is only us now,” he murmured against your skin, “and all I wish now is to tear away these layers, lay you on this table, and have what lies beneath your finery.”

“You would not dare,” you whispered, your eyes bright.

His fingers dug into your hip while his other hand snaked under your thighs to lift you up from his seat. You giggled again, your arm quick to wrap around his neck to brace for his step forward as he set you on the edge of the table. His hands pawed at your layers, searching to find the dagger and he began to slice through your fabric.

Your surprise spilled from your lips. “Aegon!”

He did not falter, but sheathed it and set it back down so his hands could grab fistfuls, tearing away the fabric to allow you room to part your thighs and welcome him. Your hands moved from his chest and combed through his hair, smoothing the indent left behind from his crown. He hummed from your touch, his hands moving from your hips and following your curves to your backside, pulling you closer so he could tilt his chin forward and capture your lips.

His kiss devoured you wholly, pulling the air from your lungs with the dizzyingly desperation of his lips against your own. Your arms wrapped again around his neck and you rolled your hips for friction against the warmth he emitted through his royal garb, your fingers clawing at the fabric.

You could feel his smile against your lips, his fingers returning to his hold on your hips. The outside of his palm rested on the dip and his thumbs pressed to the bone, eliciting a pleasure that jolted through you. You moaned softly and his mouth broke away, wet kisses that now trailed along your jaw, his teeth nipping at the slope of your neck.

“Aegon,” you could not help but whine, and you tightened your legs around his hips.

He turned to look at you, his expression unreadable, flushed. For a moment you were lost in his heady gaze, only brought back once you felt his hand trailing the detailing of your bodice and pressing until you laid back on the table. His other hand retrieved the dagger once more and your smallclothes were cut away, the air crisp against the slick between your thighs.

“So wet for me already,” he clucked his tongue, “and I have barely begun.”

Your stuttered response only further goaded him. His brow cocked. “What was that?”

“Please,” you licked your lips. “Touch me, Aegon. Please.”

The darkness in his eyes glittered with the sunlight, and his satisfaction curled across his square jaw. “No. Not quite yet.”

Before you could protest, you felt the pressure of something that was smooth, almost cool to the touch. You peered down to see the sheathed dagger pressed sideways to your bare cunt, the ruby stone sliding against the slick, the blossom of your arousal allowing him a circular motion of the gemstone against the bundle of nerves.

You shuddered in response, your skin rising on your thighs and chest, and your head fell back, your hands pressing flat on the polished wood to anchor yourself. The unfamiliar touch began to build a familiar sensation, something that fluttered throughout, catching your exhale in your throat.

“Aegon,” you cried, his name spilling sickly sweet from your lips, an endearment with the desperation of your tone.

“Let me,” he soothed, his voice rasped with his intent focus.

He moved the hilt and its decorative ridges rubbed along your swollen nerves. You squealed with the touch and then the intrusion, feeling his palm press to the inside of your thigh. “Trust me,” he whispered, his eyes boring between your thighs. You relaxed to his touch, feeling the curve of the handle pressing sweetly within you.

It sparked lights before your eyes and Aegon was pleased. He moved his thumb to replace where the gemstone rubbed enticingly before, matching the tandem of the hilt that now pulled you upwards to the prior peak and then past. It filled your chest, a bursting euphoria that pulsed your walls around the handle.

“Sȳz riña,” his voice low with his praise. Good girl.

Your head lifted, drowsy, and you saw him touch the glossy shine that now covered the hilt, his fingers showing the sticky web of your climax. His eyes met with yours as he showed you, and his eyebrows raised when you pushed to sit up, your hand gently covering his own to pull it towards your lips, licking the ruby and tasting yourself.

It clattered to the cobblestone and his free hand now grabbed the nape of your neck, his lips finding yours with his returned desperation. Fingers collided to loosen his drawstrings, your hands pulling his cock free and guiding his blunt head to press against your silk entrance.

His large hand wrapped around the base and you cant your hips, angling yourself so his cock can slowly sink into your wet warmth. You mewled from the delicious stretch and he shuddered once he was fully buried between your thighs. Aegon paused, stealing a kiss, a taste of tenderness on his lips as he began to rock against you.

It started slow with a low groan spilling from his kiss swollen slips as he watched his cock disappear inside you again and again. He savored the lewd sounds, your soft cries as he pushed deeper within you, your fingers grasping to hold yourself upright, to remain as close to him as possible.

Your body still simmered with your prior release and it did not take much to build again. His hips snapped against yours with the wet sound of skin to skin, and your walls began to flutter. It is a breathless chorus, your soft gasps and his low groan, your pleasure pulling with a creamy spill of passion that tightened around him, his cock pulsing hotly within you.

You fell back to your elbows, trying to catch your breath, and Aegon slumped over, his damp brow pressing to yours, the mess of his golden waves falling across your face. His scent washed over you, exotic oils that were sent as gifts and the sheen of sweat on his skin.

The council chambers are noiseless now, and you hold still under the dimming candles lit for the chandelier above. It is another clandestine moment stolen, where your hearts thrummed in unison before slowing back to their regular pace, pulling you back to the heavy reality that settled in the quiet.

It lingered in the shadows, the faraway thought, the threat beyond the horizon, the echoed worries returning of what will come next.

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taylorswiftstyle · 4 months

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2024 Golden Globe Awards | Los Angeles, CA | January 7, 2024

Gucci gown

Let it be known my Roman Empire is painted a shade of aurora borealis green.

I’m biased. I love it. You’re buckling up for a rave. But everyone knew that, right?

I want it on record that no one should be surprised when they see this lewk on the TSS Favourite Outfits of 2024 list. And that I’ll devise some maniacal strategy to make it make sense to include in every annual list from here to eternity.

Let's get the obvious out of the way in that this shade of green could easily be interpreted as very snakelike and thus a nod to reputation and its forthcoming re-recorded version. I'd even happily apply it to the teal-y and springlike green of debut if we want to go debutation on this.

But if we are to talk about Gucci we have to talk about the precipice the house is upon right now. As it relates to Taylor, I suspect her dress (specific shade TBD - Chartreuse? Apple? Pear? Some other adjacent fruit that’s a feast for my eyes?) is a preview of Fall 2024 and a clear indicator of the path the new creative director Sabato De Sarno’s will take the brand in. Which is to say, muting the eccentricity of Alessandro Michele’s era of Gucci that brought the brand to a new level of renown in favour of something cleaner and sexier. Nicole Phelps for Vogue already noted that De Sarno’s first collection for Gucci — Spring 2024’s Ancora, meaning ‘again’ in English and released in September — evokes a Gucci when Tom Ford was once at the helm, praising De Sarno’s approach to “the upfront sex appeal of those ’60s-by-way-of-the-’90s shapes, and straight riffs on Ford hits” while “establish[ing De Sarno’s] essentials, focusing on cut and proportion, and repeating shapes for emphasis.”

Indeed, Taylor’s gown is directly reminiscent of a Fall 2004 look from Ford’s Gucci - all green sparkles and sexy disco energy. This makes sense when we consider De Sarno’s history and homeworking when he decided to take the creative director post. He told WWD, “Gucci to me equals luxury … the first fashion piece I ever owned was a Gucci jacket by Tom Ford. I still remember I traveled to Rome to buy it with my friend … luxury was really not part of our world. Television was the only way to see fashion for me back then.” He added, “My ambition is to build an aesthetic message with an edited collection that is mindful of Gucci’s heritage and close to my own aesthetics.”

When we consider my personal history with Taylor and Gucci, I don’t have to look very far to immediately picture one of my all time favourite Taylor looks — the 2014 Grammys when she wore a sparkling Gucci Première column gown which is not too dissimilar to this one. What can I say, I’m consistent. The shape, the perfect kiss-the-floor hemming, and obviously the divine colour that really pops on Taylor will have me swooning for a long time.

At the end of it all, what I come back to is De Sarno’s sentimentality to naming his first collection: Ancora. Again. He told WWD, “Ancora is a word that you use when your desire is not over yet … I want to fall in love with fashion all over again — ancora.” In the same interview he said, “I like words a lot, they have weight and a precise meaning, they convey emotions, so I like artists who use words.”

It dawns on me that Taylor’s light is shining at its brightest now as she highlights, celebrates, and - indeed - falls in love with all the versions of herself she has ever been. Revisiting her eras past again. And again. In every re-record. In every step she takes on stage. In every cutting line she writes in ruminating and revisiting the experiences of her life and translating them into song. She’s flitting, flirting, memorializing all her past selves in celebration of their summation of her current self. And that’s what this ‘era of eras’ has been.

So if this is De Sarno’s Gucci I say welcome. Ancora.

Photos by Monica Schipper/GA and Amy Sussman via Getty Images

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