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swift-creates · 1 month

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And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat Lover

Thomesa x Lover (Remix) - Taylor Swift and Shawn Mendes

@thomesa-week 2024 Day 7: Free day

I am not a big Taylor person normally but these lyrics just fit them so well 😭

#tea’s gonna love this one #swift writes #swift creates #the maze runner #tmr thomas #teresa agnes #thomesa #tmr teresa #Thomas x Teresa #teresa x Thomas #thomas tmr #tmr #thomesaweek2024 #thomesa week #Lover #taylor swift #Shawn Mendes

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nemesis-is-my-middle-name · 4 months

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The clan leaders forge onward to Jubilife. Akari’s party rests, regroups, and receives a guest. New players enter the field.

#the nemesis speaks #pokemon legends arceus #jailbirds au #swift writes #well! it's posted!#yeah i'm not gonna say anything else i guess. just take it #now promptfill time. or maybe that later. or tomorrow. idk. what i'm planning is none of my business

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moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom · 2 years

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Can you just imagine how painful it must be for Vador to utter the word "Senator"...

i did… and then my hand slipped…

note: this kind of assumes Vader didn’t know Obi-Wan was still alive, but I wrote this on a whim and what even is canon anyway.

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It was the breathing that did it.

There were many terrifying factors to Darth Vader’s appearance, but it was the distinct mechanical hiss of his life-giving ventilator that scattered Keshian crew and nobles alike out of his way as he strode inexorably towards the bridge. A child stared in horror up at him from a side door before its mother pulled it away into the room. Metal creaked and bent before him as he pulled the bridge doors apart, stepping through the now-empty space like it was no big feat. The crew of the ship flurried around in a flustered rush, but at the middle one woman stood still, and there was something familiar about her as she turned towards him-

“Okay, what’s Jabba the Hutt’s middle name?” Hardcase grinned as the rest all shrugged. “The!”

Jesse and Fives groaned, but Ahsoka raised an eyebrow as Feli let out a soft laugh. “Where do you get all these jokes?”

“From the Darth Maul,” Hardcase said cheekily. “What do you get when you cross a bounty hunter with a tropical fruit? Mango Fett!” By then, Rex was facedown on the table, covering his ears, and even Padmé seemed to be over it. Feli was the only one who seemed to appreciate the riddles, and seeing her laugh was so different to Anakin than how she usually was, calm, composed and-

It was her.

The steadfast senator of Mochi (that idyllic Outer Rim planet that Padmé had dreamed of retiring to) was the very same woman who stood in front of Vader now. Feli Dashone. One of Padmé’s trusted allies, Hardcase’s one true love, the woman who hadn’t smiled since they’d gotten back from Umbara.

He should say something. ‘Feli’ hurt too much to say, so he went with the better option. Not that it didn’t hurt, just that it hurt less. “Senator,” he rumbled. “Or should I say traitor?”

“Lord Vader.” She was as cool and collected as ever, meeting his emotionless black mask with no trace of the fear that normally dogged his adversaries. “I see you and the Empire’s cronies have decided to… inspect our vessel. There’s no need. We’re on a diplomatic mission to-”

Vader had heard it all before. “You are aiding the Rebellion.”

“I am delivering food to refugees on Alderaan. Surely that is not a Rebel act.”

“It is when you also smuggled weapons, Imperial blueprints, and supplies to insurgents on Lothal on your way there.” He took a step closer; his large build cast a sharp grey shadow over her slight frame, but she did not flinch. “We found the manifest of your ship. Did you think your actions would not be discovered? You cannot hide from the might of the Empire.” He clenched one black-clad fist.

To his surprise, she actually took two steps closer, looking right through his tinted red lenses. “Tell me, Lord Vader. Are you so cold and bitter inside that the suffering of peoples in your jurisdiction matters nothing to you? Don’t you care about the thousands and thousands of beings, couples, families, children, who are dying all over the galaxy?” Her voice had taken on a soft, glowing fury, and she seemed to catch herself, leaning back and straightening her posture. “If the Empire won’t help them, I will. All I am doing is honouring the wishes of an old friend.”

He pretended nothing else she’d said had even reached his ears. “Then you know of other dissenters in the Senate.”

“Now? No. But many years ago, as I’m sure you’re aware, Senator Padmé Amidala passed away.” Padmé. There was a faint tugging in his heart, as if her memory, the mere mention of her name summoned longing of some sort inside him, and he did his best to dredge up all the anger and hate he could to squash it away. “Her last message in a hologram to me was to protect the people.” Among other things, Vader deduced, observing the way she seemed to be purposefully omitting something else that Padmé had said. “Surely you would not stand in the way of friendship. Surely you would not disgrace Padmé’s memory in this way…

“Anakin.”

It was only due to extreme effort that he didn’t jerk violently away from her. How-

“Master Kenobi paid me a visit on Coruscant the day the Republic fell,” she said, eyes glittering with savage satisfaction. “How could you. How could you betray everything you’ve ever known, everything you fought for? The Republic, the 501st, your family. Obi-Wan, the Jedi Order, Hardcase, Padmé.” She took a step closer, and he felt the temperature in the room — or just in his suit, maybe — plummeting as her voice dropped to a sharp whisper.

“Padmé would be ashamed if she saw what you’ve become.”

His fist tightened, something invisible crushing down around him, and as he clenched it closed, she dropped to the floor, motionless. Blinking away the red haze, he gestured to the stormtroopers standing awkwardly at the door. “Take her away.” One of them knelt, then seemed to freeze.

“Um, she’s dead, sir.”

Anakin.

Let her go!

It seems, in your anger, you killed her.

He pushed away the memories as the overhead lights sparked and flickered. “Then dispose of her. And burn this ship to the ground.” As we soon will destroy the Rebellion.

But first, he had one thing to take care of.

Master Kenobi paid me a visit the day the Republic fell.

Obi-Wan was still alive. That meant Vader had one last loose end to tie off.

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yeah so I don’t know how to write Vader but I hope you liked my random little snippet sjdbjdbdjd

#Everydoors #asks #Vader #Darth Vader #Feli Dashone (OC)#Padmé Amidala #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Anakin Skywalker #Star Wars #Star Wars fanfiction #sw fanfic #Star Wars fic #Hardcase #Clone trooper Hardcase #Swift writes

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one-happy-silent-geek-girl · 1 year

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me when I want a random, non-canon way for two crossover characters to bond: hmm. ditch them in the desert so they can talk about tragic pasts and Feelings™️

Desert is always the right way to do it 😌 (Big part of the Becho fic happens in the desert, well, not that big but whatever)

#every talks #swift #moob #ask #swift writes

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nice-to-meet-ya-shank · 2 years

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Me projecting onto Thomas part 3974947483:

#Swift talks #swift writes #‘hey swift what’s this for?’ you ask #‘You’ll see’ I say mysteriously #And it’s not angsty at all!#thomas #minho

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ivynightshade · 5 months

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fatima aamer bilal, from i mother it the absence of her, iii. i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time excerpt from moony moonless sky.

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inkskinned · 2 years

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fucking hate it when the stuff everybody says "actually works" does actually work.

hate exercising and realizing i've let go of a lot of anxiety and anger because i've overturned my fight-or-flight response.

hate eating right and eating enough and eating 3 times a day and realizing i'm less anxious and i have more energy

hate journaling in my stupid notebook with my stupid bic ballpoint and realizing that i've actually started healing about something once i'm able to externalize it

hate forgiving myself hate complimenting myself more often hate treating myself with kindness hate taking a gratitude inventory hate having patience hate talking to myself gently

hate turning my little face up to the sun and taking deep breaths and looking at nature and grounding myself and realizing that i feel less burdened and more hopeful, more actually-here, that i am able to see the good sides of myself more clearly, that i am able to see not only how far i have to grow - but also how much growth i have already done & how much of my life i truly fill with light and laughter and love

horrible horrible horrible. hate it but i'm gonna do it tho

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joytri · 4 months

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neil perry would've loved folklore

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kingofmyborrowedheart · 22 days

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Begging swifties to understand that Taylor didn’t write reputation and Lover with the knowledge of how the relationship was going to end and that trying to “excavate” those albums for evidence to prove a specific theory as to why it ended is not how they should be viewed. Taylor wrote those songs feeling a very specific way because that’s what she was experiencing and she is now reflecting on them with hindsight and relates to them differently than when she first created them. These conflicting emotions can exist; how she views it now doesn’t diminish how she felt about it when she first released it.

#taylor swift #don’t know if I’m expressing myself as properly and as articulate as I’d like #but both of the emotions she’s feeling about the songs can coexist #like little lover can still be a love song that’s what it was for her for a while #but she can also look back and say ‘oh maybe this wasn’t the best’ but it doesn’t void what it was originally #like I keep seeing things like oh she wrote this lyric in lover about him not showing up and it’s like no that’s not right #like yes you can see her underlying anxieties and fears in those songs because she was open about them #it doesn’t mean she predicted how it would end #there was a point in time where she thought this man was the one and would write about feeling that way

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songtwo · 8 months

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it's already been said but it's crazy how female artists in the 90s wanted nothing to do w the feminist label and yet the message they sent through their music was actually empowering due to its rawness and authenticity while nowadays everyone tries too hard to be a feminist and an ally and they just come off as fake and bland bc it's all this sugarcoated liberal white feminism #girlboss barbie 2023 and the worst part is ppl actually buy into that but get scared when they see anything sinead oconnor did

#Ppl thinking the man by Taylor swift is a radical piece of feminist writing...... grow up #kinda related but not quite . everyone used to look so different and unique while now they all have the same face and style

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anervousmirrorball · 3 months

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the tortured poets department tracklist (album out april 19)

#idk why i made this #just go with it i guess #in my handwriting*#tswift #tswiftedit #taylorswift #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #art #clearly i didnt think this through before writing the names #everything is not at the centre how its supposed to be #but i dont want to think too much about it 😭#also that's the reason I wasn't able to include the features names 😭😭

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swift-creates · 3 months

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in 12 days, I’ll be 18 years old.

old enough to drink, to drive, to be an adult in the eyes of the law.

I don’t feel like an adult.

I still feel like a child.

or not quite a child, but not quite an adult either.

I think of the girl who was once my best friend, how her birthday was one day after mine. the 12th. 12 days, the 12th, 12 months in the year. I haven’t seen her in years. I don’t know where she is now, what she’s doing. is she like me, only just starting to get up and get a life? or does she already have a job, a boyfriend, a group of people she hangs out and jokes around with? does she have her driver’s license? I want to get mine this year. maybe we’ll meet again there, at a test course of cars owned by no one.

they say your brain fully develops in your mid-20s. then why are teenagers expected to be responsible, make life-changing decisions, have adult lives?

I don’t want an adult life. I want to go back to running around with kids my age at the playground. skinned knees, fallen leaves, picked up sticks. imagining a fantasy world where we can be heroes of a metal forest.

adults do grown up things like have jobs, pay bills, raise babies. I don’t want to do any of those things. especially not in the next 12 days. I want to dress up at a wedding, to embarrass my sister in front of her friend, to play video games with people I can laugh with.

will I still like to do the things I do in 12 days? or is there a switch you flip, a button you press, a thread that’s cut that severs your childhood from your future.

I know there isn’t a switch. I’ve turned 10, 15, 17 already and it never felt any different on the day. the knowledge doesn’t stop my fear.

but adults have friends, careers, connections. adults have support systems that pick them up after a crash, control over their own life, the esteem of their older peers. I want all of those things. I want to have had some of them in the past, when I needed them. I want some of them now. I want to have some of them when I’m older.

I have never liked change. I don’t want to change who I am. growing older both changes who you are in the biggest ways and leaves you just the same. I want to get older. I don’t want to grow up.

in 12 days, I’ll be 18 years old. and I don’t know how I feel about it.

#swift writes #Poetry #Swift’s poems #writeblr #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writer stuff #I don’t know.#something about wanting change and not wanting it at all

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nemesis-is-my-middle-name · 1 year

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Giratina is often said to be Arceus' last child. By extension, this must make Palkia and Dialga the first and second.

Herein arises a problem, a longstanding debate, and its eventual resolution. Neither time nor space can be said to be greater or more important than the other; therefore, the two are held to be twins.

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Volo's plan is quite simple. The meddling of Sinnoh's lesser servants cannot be tolerated. They must be dealt with somehow. And he knows of no limiter more effective—no chains more tightly binding, no prison more perfectly restrictive—than a human body.

The Pearl Clan's newest visitor—Ingo, if that is his name, though there's always that lingering uncertainty about it—he isn't sure how to answer any other questions about himself, either. His knowledge of Hisui is too strangely absolute for a newcomer. It suggests long familiarity with the territory—but if that's the case, why does nobody else in the region recognize him?

Irida presents the Lustrous to him, once, as is tradition.

It is agony.

Just standing in its presence is a pressure like the bottom of the deepest ocean, like a singular force bearing down on him without mercy. To touch it is—he suddenly feels as though his body cannot possibly contain him, like something is pulling him to pieces—the light of the pearl is blinding—

To provoke a reaction from Sinnoh's treasure is a sign of divine recognition. It usually isn't... like... that. But still, if you ignore that discrepancy—and the Pearl Clan is nothing if not good at ignoring discrepancies—it can only mean good things for a warden. Right?

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Deities move on a glacial scale, or so it seems at times to humans. Nevertheless, imprisoning a god—binding it to a human form to prevent its intervention—cannot be without consequence. Nor will it go unnoticed by its fellows.

It takes Hisui a long time to notice, but reality has... gone strange. Eroded. The seas stretch on endlessly. Mount Coronet is a spear against a yawning void. The winter has become eternal; days are short and nights are long, and the more time passes—though perhaps that phrase is not so apt—the less rhyme or reason there is to the changing of the celestial bodies.

And far beyond, in a realm above both time and space, a once-dual, now-singular god rages...

#the nemesis speaks #swift writes #pokefic pitch #it is. SO late and i should not be awake. but do you ever just get slapped in the face with an idea #yes im sure someone else has pitched something like this DON'T CARE DIDN'T ASK #anyway #intentionally sort of vague bc i have a couple nebulous thoughts on how this could go #ingo is almost definitely palkia in this drabble and i like the thought of the pearl clan unknowingly #harboring their Deity. that's fun.#but there's also something very fun about him being *dialga* instead #and then there's the question of where the persona of ''ingo'' comes from. is that just the form palkia took for Reasons?#OR is ingo a Real Human Person who volo summoned via the rift—purely to use as a prison for the god #and now his consciousness is completely crushed and repressed by the deity.#options!#uuuughhh should i tag this with real tags or not ugghgh

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moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom · 1 year

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A/N: I had to write a fixit after being put through all of That 😭

As Andrey started to turn away, Goncharov found himself desperately saying, “Don’t do this, Andrey. This will only hurt all of us.”

Andrey’s hands shook, and his pocketwatch almost slipped out of his hands as he looked back at someone who had become closer than the associate he introduced him as, someone who almost reduced him to tears to betray. “There’s no other way.”

“Come back with me,” Goncharov begged. “Come back and we can explain it all. You know Katya won’t question it.”

Andrey closed his eyes for a long moment, willing his hands to stop shaking. Then he looked up and opened his mouth to reply-

The bone-shaking clang of metal on metal ripped through the air, and Andrey whirled to see Ice Pick Joe, barreling towards him with eyes full of righteous fury-

One, two, three gunshots ripped through the air. Ice Pick Joe stopped short and stumbled to the ground, clutching his leg in agony. Andrey looked up in wonder as Katya breathed out a long stream of smoke, dropping her cigarette beside the injured man’s head and stamping it out with one red flat. “You saved me,” he said in bewilderment.

“Of course I saved you,” Katya replied smoothly. “I love you, идиот.”

“And I love you.” Goncharov stepped forward to kiss his wife, but she held him at arm’s length.

“Not the time, sweetheart. First, you’ve got some explaining to do.” Katya jerked her head towards where a disgruntled-looking Sofia stood on the snowy bank.

Andrey and Goncharov looked at each other. They could live with that.

A/N: so I deviated a little from my usual writing style, but I hope you guys liked this! Make sure to R+R <33

#Swift writes #Goncharov #goncharov (1973)#Unreality #katya goncharov #Andrey #Sofia #Goncharov fanfiction

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one-happy-silent-geek-girl · 1 year

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so I have this AU where Shaak Ti is Neytiri’s sister, so the clonefam are the Sullys’ cousins. and the second Sully kid, Lo’ak is kinda the reckless sibling so he and Strike’s dynamic has me in a comedy chokehold-

“Aunt Neytiri. Beloved aunt. Most valued family member-” “What do you want, Strike?” Strike blinked up at the older Na'vi innocently. “Just to pass a message. Jesse wants to ask Neteyam and Lo’ak to go hunting with him.”

Setting aside the knife to pick up her bow, Neytiri studied her niece for a moment before slowly nodding. It seemed reasonable enough. “Go on, then.” She heard Strike scramble away in search of the two boys, and started to regret her decision the instant she heard a faint “Yes!” but tried to quell her feelings of doubt as Strike disappeared. After all, Jesse would be supervising them, too.

How much trouble could Lo’ak and Strike possibly get into with Jesse and Neteyam right there watching them? —————— The three young Na’vi leapt through the rainforest, sending flora and fauna fluttering around them as they went. Pausing before the jump to the next tree, Strike turned to Neteyam. “Neteyam. Best cousin. Most treasured family member.” “What?” he groaned. “Jesse is waiting for you right over there, so have fun.” Strike beamed at him brightly. “And don’t snitch!” his brother called back before the two bounded off towards the waterfall.

Neteyam sighed. As long as they didn’t fall in, they’d be fine, right? They had enough sense for that, at least.

(Right?)

[A Few Moments Later]

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

(that’s as much as I’ve got right know but. they launched themselves off the waterfall.)

Havens they're idiots... I love them-

#i hate the fact you kinda make me wanna watch the movies...#swift #moob #ask #swift writes #avatar #star wars #swift au

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natashaaromanova · 2 months

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