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saradika-graphics · 2 months
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hii!! first of all thank you so much for every graphic you make, they're so gorgeous and we're so lucky to have you! I've been using your beautiful folklore dividers a lot, do you think you could make some evermore ones? <3
ahhh hi doni, I am so happy to see you! And so glad you are liking them 💖 you are so incredibly sweet. And this was so exciting to see, evermore is such a fave album of mine!! I had a lot of fun making these & hope they fit the vibe! 🍂💕
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thecutestgrotto · 3 days
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hi again!!! I absolutely ADORE your dividers and headers. They are always so amazing and are mega helpful for when I am doing a blog change <33
That being said could you please make dividers (and possibly headers?) For the Taylor Swift album Tortured Poets Department? I understand if you don't want to so please don't feel forced!!! Have an excellent day <33
Taylor Swift: Tortured Poets Department
Hi! I hope these work, I was a little unsure about how to make headers fit because the album is simple design wise; so I went with thin headers that matched a similar font. (And thank you for the kind words!!)🩵
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archivodefresa · 2 months
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ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ˙ 🦢 ࣭ٜ࣪࣪  ⠀13 日 ♥⠀ ͟ ❀͟✿͟ ⠀ ✦.໋᳝
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ㅤ ㅤㅤ ░ 🌸ㅤ𝗉͟𝗈͟𝖾͟𝗍͟𝗌͟ ⠀ ♥︎͟⬚͒͟͟ 𝑡͟𝑜͟𝑟͟𝑡͟𝑢͟𝑟͟𝑒͟𝑑 ...
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sadbeautifulttragic · 10 months
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the eras tour + karma jackets (x)
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metalandmagi · 1 month
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I just found out that Disney+ made their home page all eras themed categories on the day the tour movie dropped. Not to compliment Disney or anything, but this is so fucking funny.😆
But also be real, Echo would be in Reputation. What the fuck were they thinking putting it in Fearless? Also Robin Hood in Lover? As opposed to Folklore...come on it was right there! (I also think Peter Pan and Wendy would be more appropriate in Folklore...considering there's literally a lyric in Cardigan about them). And 1989 is all just stuff that was released that year!? I'm wheezing right now!
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*edit* If I had to pick things that would go in Debut, I think I'd pick a lot of the Pixar movies. All 4 Toy Story movies (but especially TS2). Luca. Up. Inside Out. I'd also put some of the early Disney channel shows like Lizzie Mcguire, That's So Raven, and Hannah Montana, obviously. Though Kim Possible would be in Fearless. It would be funny if they had made it a category and just put shows/movies with names for titles in it 😆
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the-doomed-witch · 9 months
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Hey can you write a natasha romanoff or wanda maximoff with fem reader with taylor swift's gorgeous? I think that song is perfect for them and it's my fav. Taylor song. Thanks in advance
YOU’RE GORGEOUS
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Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: You’re the journalist, and she’s a celebrity. You’re drunk, and she’s gorgeous. You know how it goes. // based on Gorgeous by Taylor Swift
Word Count: ~1.2k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS + MEN DNI. a really thick tension, almost competing w e/o, jealousy?, everyone’s like reaaally getting drunk, publicly making out, nothing but pining, situationship but it actually works out 💀
SEND ME REQUESTS BASED ON TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS
Author’s Note: hi anon! i hope you enjoy this 🫶 if you noticed the “hey stephen” no you didn’t 😭 also sorry this became kind of long but overall i loved writing this
MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION
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Her flashing green eyes meet your glare as soon as she enters the room, hands tied with her stupid boyfriend. He’s not even just some guy, he’s a fucking microwave.
It was yet another Avengers party, and you were there as a member of the press, again. It was the third one this month, and you were tired of coming up with questions to interview them with. You showed up, asked them updates about their upcoming plans in hopes of a new cover story, ignored Wanda in every way that you could, got drunk, and left. It was a routine for you. But at least you got to drink expensive wine.
Your body tenses up at her sharp death stare, as if she was ready to burn you down. Wherever she went, you moved to the opposite direction, joining a circle of people or excusing them to click a picture of them. Of course, Stephen Strange was a fellow who’d love to get a picture taken, so you follow him.
Wanda sways her hips while walking up to you, her black dress gliding with the movement of her hips. “Hey Stephen, could you excuse us for a minute? Thanks.” Having no opportunity to answer, he nods with a formal smile and leaves you in Wanda’s privacy, all alone.
Placing her glass of whiskey aside, she hugs you. Albeit lightly, but you lose your breath for the second. “Y/N, what a delight to meet you. I feel like we need a lot of catching up to do.” she speaks with a smirk on her face, adorned by curls of her red hair falling down gracefully
You politely agree and grab yourself a drink; it was what you had to do in your professional capacity. Journalists cannot be rude to anyone.
She takes you to a quieter corner of the deafening party, that God knows how even exists. It was dark, but you had a couch to yourselves, just enough space to fit the two of you at a safe distance.
She speaks something, but you don’t hear it, you’re too busy staring at her cleavage. Wanda understands the direction of your pupils right away, and stretches her back, rotating her neck to release the tension.
“I’ve been really tired today. But since we are old friends, I think I should know a little bit about your life these days. How’s everything going on? Have you got a girlfriend?”
Old friends? That’s how you define a homoerotic ass situationship? Really, Wanda? You decide to join her game, and take off your coat, folding it and resting it on your lap.
“Mm, I’d love to say yes, but I’m afraid not. It’s kinda on and off you know.” You adjust your tie, it was harder to breathe with Wanda so close to you. “How are things with Vision?” you counter question her. It isn’t a competition, but you fear giving in against her.
She takes a deep breath, and replies, “I hope none of this goes out into the press.”
“You can trust me, Wans.” You add the nickname as a sign of confidentiality and a personal effect.
“Things haven’t been good with him. I don’t even know what he’s doing out there right now. I’m not even sure where he even is, if he has left the party to go to a club or something. Not that I care anymore…”
“I’m sorry for that, I wish he wasn’t a moron.”
She laughs and slightly hits your arm, “Hey! I’m still his plus one for the night.”
“I guess you should try to find him around here somewhere, then.” you give her the evil smirk. She reflects the same expression and says, “It hurts to know you don’t have a girlfriend yet. You deserve one, for the stunning woman you are.”
It suddenly turns into a game of who can hold back longer and who can roast better. You excuse yourself from the coversation after a little while, and proceed to ask people some questions.
With the glances you steal, you observe that Wanda doesn’t smile for the rest of the evening, not even the perilous grin of hers. The time passes for hours till you are inebriated again, spending your time with the even more drunk host of the evening; Tony Stark.
You stand in a group with him, Valkyrie and Thor around you, all high from unhealthy amounts of drinking. You still hold yet another glass of wine in your hands, sipping between quips and laughter.
“She called me her ‘old friend’… The fuck does that even mean? A friend who’s older than you?” The group laughs with every sentence you narrate to them.
“Girl, we’ve had our fair share of situationships… none of them have ever called me an ‘old friend’… it’s just the weirdest thing to say…”
Thor holds his guffaws back and asks you, “But Y/N, who is this lady that you’re talking of?”
“Well you wouldn’t believe.”
Tony joins in the conversation, “Oh come on Y/N, tell us!”
You notice Wanda entering the little crowd of four of you. She’s just as drunk, but seems to be in little control of herself, unlike you.
You throw your arm around her shoulders, and watch her change the subject of discussion. Maybe she heard what you said, maybe it was involuntary, but she is here to the rescue of you and herself.
In between drinks and limericks by Thor, Wanda’s hand extends to your waist, your arm still around her shoulders.
You both turn towards each other to laugh, but the smiles falter away with the vicinity of your bodies. You freeze for a moment, watching her eyes give you a soft look for the first time in months. Suddenly, she’s the only one in the enormous room, filled with thousands of people. She’s the only one emanating light, in the crowdful of darkness.
Her eyebrows stretch up, with her uncertain expression. For a response, you move your hand to her nape, scratching it softly as you tug her closer to you. She wraps your tie around her wrist, in an attempt to pull you more quickly than your pace.
Her lips feel warm, and delicate. With repeated scratches at the back of her neck, she sighs and pulls your tie even closer, consequently her tongue meeting yours. Your stomach tingles with butterflies till she gives you space to take a breath.
It’s infuriating to feel this way. Out of all the alcohol that made you drunk, only the feeling of her lips brushing against yours managed to intoxicate you.
The lustre of her black dress remains lingering in your eyes when you push Wanda against the bar counter, careful not to hurt her exposed and freckled back. “You’re so fucking gorgeous Wanda,” you speak before capturing her into another kiss, “I hate it so much. God, I hate it so much.”
“Hate me enough to take me home tonight?”
“Oh I could be alone all I want. Unless you wanna come along?”
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4sevenseas · 9 months
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like or reblog if you think he did it.
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batrachised · 10 months
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pride and prejudice (2005) simply has infinite rewatchable value. i've seen this movie probably over 300 times no exaggeration and yet have i tired of it yet? no! give me the hand flex! give me the argument in the rain! give me the wandering through the dawn! give me the excellent boiled potatoes and frightened 27 year olds!! Give it all to me!!
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tolerateit · 3 months
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I GOTTA HAVE YOU!
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web-weaving — eldest daughter syndrome
Repose – John Singer Sargent // Eldest Daughter – Isabel Pless // Old Soul – The Highwomen // I Miss Her and I Blame You – MALINDA // Goodbye – MARINA // Surface Pressure – Encanto
Violet Sargent – John Singer Sargent // Study for Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose – John Singer Sargent // My Ego Dies at the End – Jensen McRae // You're On Your Own, Kid – Taylor Swift // The Hardest Part – Bre Kennedy and Hadley Kennary// Older Than I Am – Lennon Stella // seven – Taylor Swift
The Black Brook – John Singer Sargent // Eldest Daughter – Isabel Pless // 26 – Carol Ades // Eldest Daughter – Isabel Pless // You're Losing Me – Taylor Swift // champagne problems – Taylor Swift
Girl with a Sickle – John Singer Sargent // The Breakfast Table – John Singer Sargent // Surface Pressure – Encanto // Older Than I Am – Lennon Stella // Control – Bre Kennedy // Surface Pressure – Encanto // Old Soul – The Highwomen
A Dinner Table at Night – John Singer Sargent // this is me trying – Taylor Swift // Let the Rain – Sara Bareilles // The Hardest Part – Bre Kennedy and Hadley Kennary // Half Truths – JOSEPH // this is me trying – Taylor Swift
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coastaltowned · 16 days
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ttpd song predictions: fresh out the slammer
you thought you wanted someone to join you in your birdcage but actually what you needed was someone to break open the birdcage and teach you how to fly. and it turns out that someone is you.
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saradika-graphics · 19 days
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could you do some dividers like your folklore ones but with speak now?
sure, I can do some for Speak Now!
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drkblood · 9 months
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ㅤ﹙ 🩰 ﹚ ✶ ׅ ࣪ ᧔♡᧓
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   (⑅˘ᵕ˘)    ⟢    🪐     ♡⃕
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— ENHYPEN moodboard 🎞️
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archivodefresa · 2 months
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♡ hechos por mi
♡ son de uso libre 🤲🏻💗
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sadbeautifulttragic · 6 months
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out at midnight tonight (x)
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the-doomed-witch · 9 months
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hey boo, can u make 1800's reader and married nat having secret affair but reader convinces nat to run away with her somewhere else where they can live and love peacefully, inspired by ivy and the lakes
MAGNIFICENTLY CURSED
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Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: You question your need for running away with the woman you love passionately, but her dreamy desires do it for you anyway. // based on ivy by Taylor Swift; the lakes by Taylor Swift
Word Count: 1.0k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS+MEN DNI. set in the 1800s, infidelity, homophobia + closeting, allusions to smut not really described, nat is like a whole ass poet bro i will cry 😭
SEND ME REQUESTS BASED ON TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS
Author’s Note: hi anon, i hope this justifies your request <3 obviously this is emisue-dead poets society-anne with an e-elizabeth bennet coded bc i’m a raging lesbian with an obsession with the 1800s for no reason at all🤭
MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION
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Stealing glances with Natasha was the glory of her. She was a distinguished woman, known to be married to one of the most revered men in town. The ladies at the lunch discussed stories of her well established marriage, but no one knew the truth except you, and Natasha.
Sometimes you would go to meet her, with the excuse of needing to talk with her clinquishly. Her husband was a fine fellow, a gentleman who’d welcome you to their warm domicile, and let you take your time alone with his wife.
On the days when your blood boiled with envy of his nauseating smile, you’d meet her in forbidden places, near rivers of estrangement, and away from the common folk.
She held no love for him, you weren’t oblivious like the neighbourhood women. What made you bitter was the way he was associated with her throughout the town. He was the one credited with your efforts of making her the happiest woman around.
Oh how you longed for Natasha to be known as your lady.
But it’s worth struggling for, when she touches your lips, when she kisses them, and when her hands entangle with yours. “My most beloved,” she addresses you every time before she dares to break the space between the two of you. You respond, “Yes, my lady.” before leaning in.
It’s been years of meeting Natasha in darkness and in delight, touching her as if speaking of poetry. Your hands find their place in the heat beneath her gown, leaving her to the euphoria of gushing. She does the same for you in return, sometimes sitting on her knees to have a peek of what her fingers feel.
You have a rendezvous in the privacy of her own house, while he’s patiently sitting on the porch, doing something like pretending to read a newspaper. She sighs loudly against your kiss, it’s almost romantical.
He knocks on the shut door, asking if everything was alright. You break your contact with her abruptly, and answer him with a loud, stern voice, “Yes, Natasha is trying a new corset I brought along with me. Nothing to worry about.” He walks away with not a single penny of care, unbeknownst to everything you could do only if his wife had her corset taken off.
“I sense something bizarre about you today, my love.” she remarks, pushing your back against the stone cold wall, opposite to which is sat the notorious husband. To think the two of you could be vulnerable within inches was a terrifying thought. “I don’t think standing here is a good idea..”
“What would he even do if he finds us out? He can burn this house all he wants, at least my death greets me with you in my arms.”
“Natasha…”
“Tell me what is troubling you, my Y/N. What is so tragical that I can’t take it away from you?”
Her poetic mouth never failed to leave you enraptured. “W- well, all I've thought of since the past nights is running away. I mean to take you along, but I’m troubled by all the presumed consequences.”
“You meaning to take me along is singularly the greatest thing I’ve heard. To be with my muse, in a place where all the poets went to die, is a privilege I'm blessed to have.”
“I don’t belong, and Natasha, neither do you, you understand it, and I know it. But going out into the wild, with no shelter to take? I’m worried to death.”
“Again, my beloved, at least death greets us with you in my arms. I don’t fear it.”
You entwine your finger in her fierce red hair, and pull her face close to yours till you can hear her breathe and feel her heart pound against your chest and tell her, “Your musings, God, they make me want to be with you all the time, alone. Your poetry is the sole reason I live, dearest.”
“You’re the sole reason my poetry lives. You’re my muse, Y/N.”
You push her against her vanity, with an attempt to taste her delicacy, this time not confining her sounds to your secrecy. You lift up your leg, to give Natasha a place for grinding slowly. The skirt of her apron is lifted, along with her pale yellow dress.
The door smashes open, with her husband walking in, “You’ve been alone for far too- What is going on here?!”
Natasha speaks in a fake pleading voice, “Sir, let me explain to you.” before she gives you a long kiss, and grabs your hand. She squeezes your palm, hinting you to follow her along.
His chin falls agape, the green nerves of around his wrist pop out, irefully.
“What monstrosity is this, Natasha? I thought you were a pristine lady, but evidently you’re a disgustful woman! You should be- Get away from her Y/N!” He comes forward to push you away, but she doesn’t let him finish, and runs out of the house with you.
You hold up your dress to make yourself a room to run with her through the fields. After fleeing for a while, you notice he has missed the trail. So she tugs your arm again, making you run till you reach the illustrious lake, till you’re out of breath.
She laughs as you hold her in an embrace, and screams towards the deserted forests and mountains on the other side of the lake, “I can feel the freedom in me. I can feel it in my blood!” Her voice echoes back at you.
You join her laughter, eyes filled with tears, and cry out, “I am in love with Natasha! I am a woman, and I wholeheartedly love another.” She pecks your lips repeatedly, till you can’t stop laughing and hold her blushing red cheeks away from yours, “We’ll find ourselves a home, we’ll find us a way to live. I promise you.”
You lace her gentle hands with yours. They’re cold with the breeze and the disquietude. You grasp her untamed heart, and she cleaves on to your pain.
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