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@taylorswift im so jealous that other swifties are going to the premiere but not me. But I LOVE YOU AND IM SO PROUD OF U MWAH
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@taylorswift WHY CANT U WAIT UNTIL 2 MARCH 2024 FOR TIMELESS 😭😭 my fav sn song is officially taken away ⌛️
#WE LOST TIMELESS#taylor swift hates me#taylor swift#the eras tour#surprise songs#timeless#picture to burn#tswizzle
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@taylorswift i just wanted to let you know that you’re why im failing my maths. I was studyung with my friends and we got sidetracked to speak now tv uhm and we ended up talkinv about that for another hour, which means we barely studied.
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SEE YOU ON MARCH 2 @taylorswift BDSJNDHSJSJNSBSJ I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS REAL
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@taylorswift DO YOU WANT ME TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK? STOPPP 😭 WHAT IF I DONT HAVE THE CHANCE TO GO? IM GONNA BAWL MY EYES OUT. LIKE WHAT IF SINGAPORE SOLD OUT
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hope this repost could help! <3 i hope u can go to tay’s concert!!
swifties, help!!
I'm a little embarrassed to do this, but it's my last option...
I live in Argentina and I can't afford the ticket to Taylor Swift concert in November, so If you could contribute it would mean the world to me! I've known Taylor since I was 13 y/o, she helped me go through a lot of stuff. listening to their songs makes me feel full. like i belong here. I can't thank her enough for the help she gave me even If she never met me. 2 years ago my dad had his second cerebrovascular accident and listening to tay was the only thing that could make me be myself even in that situation. I would really appreciate any donations! please feel free to dm me if you want to contribute ♡
The tickets I want to buy are some of the "cheapest" ones. I think they are 70 dollars, but due to inflation I can't get that kind of money.
If you can't help me it's okay! You could also help me sharing this ♡
love, arita♡
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Good Riddance tour diary #5
http://gracieabrams.lnk.to/tour
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Please tell me theres a part 2 I NEED TO KNOW
I guess your not who I thought you were ~Natasha Romanoff
Summary: Reader is bullied in school and Natasha asks her to tutor her. They fall in love but is their relationship really as good as reader thinks and what happens when Natasha is put in the spot?
Ps. It’s a shit summery but it will have to do.
Paring: Popular Natasha x bullied reader
Words : 1756
Warnings: ANGST , bullying- mentally and a bit physical, self hatred, eating disorder, talks of suicide, self harm, no happy ending
Note: This is my firs time writing angst so it’s not that good and it’s kinda rushed. And again English is not my first language so there may be errors and I haven’t proofread it.
It started with you tutoring her in math and in english. You were the nerdy outcast that nobody wanted to be seen around with. You’ve been bullied since you can remember and while you tried not to let the comments get to you, sometimes they just do.
“God you're so fat you should just stop eating.”
So you did. And it worked for a while, until it didn't. Every time you stepped on the scale the numbers seem to go up instead of down and your clothes still seem to sit too tight on your body. As the weeks progressed you got thinner and thinner but it was in vain, the comments didn't seem to stop.
“You could at least put on makeup, it's no wonder no one wants you.”
So you did. You bought everything your money would allow, foundation, concealer, mascara, contour, a brow pencil and blush. But it didn't matter, you knew that whatever you did it would still be in vain. You would still be the joke of the school. Everyday you hid behind the mask on your face and every time you looked in the mirror as tears streamed down your face you could see how you were slowly fading away.
God why could you never be enough. There was always something wrong with you and the more people said it the more you believed it.
“You’re such a waste of space, you should kill your self no ne wants you here anyway.”
They said as one of them bumped their shoulder into yours so hard you were pushed into a locker. Your arm ached as you could feel how tears welled up in your eyes. All eyes were on you, laughing as you ran as fast you could out of there. You could taste the saltiness of the tears upon your cheeks as you ran all the way home. It was all a blur but suddenly you were home, standing in the bathroom looking in the mirror. Your mascara smeared over your face as you tried to wipe away your tears. The longer you looked the more flaws you could see and the louder the voices in your head seemed.
“You should do it, you know they’re right.” “Your a disappointment to everyone” “Stop eating your so fat” “KIll youself” “No one wants you here anyway” “Kill yourself, do it”
“Aaahhhhhhhh, stop, stop, stop” You shouted as your knees gave out and you fell hard to the marble floor. Leaning your back against the tub you tucked your knees up to your body making you as small as possible. Resting your head on the top of your knees you finally let yourself let go.
“Please” you whispered as sobbs wrecked your body. You were so tired, so tired. When would it stop, why couldn't they just stop, you never did anything wrong. Maybe they were right, you would be doing everyone a favor anyway. You slowly lifted your head looking through your blurred vision for your razor blades. When you turned your head to the right you saw them laying in the corner of the tub. With shaky hands you slowly picked it up and brought it closer to your face, admiring it for a second.
If you found a big enough vein and made it deep enough maybe it would do the job, maybe. It was as if you were in a trance as you slowly rolled up your sleeves and brought the razor towards your arm. With a deep breath you dragged the blade in a perfectly straight line across your arm. Small pearls of blood slowly started to develop in the wound. One turned into many and the blood started to drip down on your clothes and onto the floor. That's when you seemed to wake up.
“Ahh fuck what did I do, what did I do, what did I do?” You quietly chanted over and over as you wobbly stood up and made your way to the sink. Panik set in the moment you realized the amount of blood you had lost and saw black dots in your vision for a moment. Fumbling with the first aid package in the cabinet above the sink you got out bandaids, bandages and rubbing alcohol.
Your eyes welled up again at the sting from the rubbing alcohol in the wounds blurring your vision once again. Carefully you wrapped your arm with the bandage and secured it with the band aids. Not your finest work but it worked for now. You made your way to your bedroom just wanting to sleep after the shock of what happened.
When you woke up the next day you had a text from an unknown number.
Hey I know this might be weird but I have been failing a few classes and I happen to know that you have really good grades in them and was wondering if you could help me?
-Natasha Romanoff, in your economic class.
That was almost three months ago now. Natasha was known for being the popular girl in school, always has been. You knew it could be a mistake to say yes given that she was also known as one of the school bullies. Which you knew all too well having been at the receiving ends of some of her comments. But what the hell tight, it's not like life could get worse.
And it didn't. In the beginning it was quite awkward but it wasn't that bad. As the weeks progressed you and Nastaha got closer and she asked you out. You almost couldn't believe it but you said yes and it was the best thing that had happened to you. Of course in the beginning of the relationship you were weary of her intentions because of the nature of it. But as time passed you trusted her more and started to open up about your struggles with mental health and your ED. And in return she told you about her insecurities about being out to the school because she was afraid of being treated differently.
You helped each other and you told her it was okay to keep your relationship secret when she asked. Of course it hurt to not be able to hold her hand in school and not being able to walk her to class or kiss in the hallways like everybody else. But if that was the price that came with being with her, it was worth it, she was worth it. Your small but memorable moments were what counted.
For example yesterday it was your guys six month anniversary and when you opened the door for her she stood there waiting for you with a big bouquet of flowers. She also got you your favorite chocolate and she gave you a build-a-bear with a massage saying she loved you build into it. You had set up a romantic dinner for you and put the flowers on the table. Now it was your turn to give her your gift and you were nervous as hell for her reaction.
“Ehh so you know i couldn't really afford anything fancy but i remembered how you said a few weeks ago that you liked more personal stuff. So I made you this necklace, it has both our initials and I have a matching one.” you said as you carefully handed it over to her. You couldn't even look at her because you were afraid of her reaction. The silence was defeating. Why didn't she say anything? Maybe she hated it. Maybe she thought it was ugly, I mean it was home made after all. God this was a bad idea.
“Em you don’t have to wear it-”
“No shut up I’m going to wear it forever, I love it” Your eyes looked up at her shimmering with tears. “Really” You said hopgull.
“Yes really” she put her hand under your chin and kissed your lips softly. “I love you so much my darling. You are the most valuable thing in my life and I’ll wear this as a sign of that.”
You still could not let that memory go as you wandered the halls a few days later.
You knew Natasha said she wanted to keep the relationship private because she wasn't out to the school. And while you knew that might have been true you knew now that she finally was out that the real reason was because she was ashamed. She was ashamed of you. She didn't want to be seen with you. You could hear your own heart crack when you realized that. It hurt but you knew you could get past that because she meant that much to you.
You normally wouldn't talk to her in school, per her request, but right now you didnt care as you got closer to her and her friend group. She had taken off her necklace when she showered at your house and forgot to take it with her so you were just going to give it back. In and out, a quick exchange, barely any words needed.
You could see how her friends sent you weird looks as they realized you were coming in their direction but Nat hadn't noticed you yet.
“Oh look who it is, the freak” they all laughed and Natasha turned towards you. Her eyes immediately widened and you could see the panicked expression spread on her face.
“What the hell do you want?” Came from one of her friends but you just ignored them.
“Emm N-nat you forgot this at home” you said as you slowly inched your hand closer to her showing the necklace. She watched you with a weary expression.
“And why would I want to have that” she said with a serious tone as her friends laughed at her comment and you slowly drew your hand back in shame.
“I would never wear something as ugly as that, it's even uglier than you” this time she laughed along with her friends. Your eyes filled with tears at the humiliation and hurt as you remembered her promise to you when you gave it to her.
“I guess you're not who I thought you were” was the last thing you said as you turned to run away with tears streaming down your face. Throwing the necklace towards a trash can only missing it by an inch making it fall to the floor. How stupid of you to believe she would ever want you as much as you wanted her.
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ong slay qween 😛💅
In my Eras era. 💅
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i think im in loveee
Would you be willing to write for Jenna Ortega too?
i tried my best. it was a bit difficult writing for a real person but i hope you enjoy it.
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“You're literally so boyfriend and girlfriend material.”
Jenna Ortega x f!reader
Reader finds themselves gushing over how perfect Jenna always happens to be.
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It was around 1am as you laid sprawled on the couch watching a movie. Well, you weren’t really watching anymore. More like dozing off. You felt yourself slipping farther into sleep as every second passed.
You're pulled away suddenly from your slumber at the familiar sound of keys against the door. ‘Jenna's home.’ As she enters the house, your head snaps towards her direction. “Hey babe.” she says with that angelic smile you always loved.
You felt like your jaw was gonna hit the floor at the sight of her, and the sound of your beating heart filled your ears. She wore an all black, 3 piece suit and a matching pair of heels. No doubt coming back from an event of somesort. You really couldn't remember specifically; too focused on the goddess that has appeared in front of you. “H-Hey beautiful.” you manage to stutter out. You watch her smile shyly at your words as she makes her way towards y’alls room. “I’m going to shower and then I’ll be out soon.” Jenna shouts from the doorway. You could only muster up an enthusiastic nod.
30 minutes later, you hear the soft patter of her feet as she walks out into the living room. The smell of vanilla and mint come wafting in behind her, filling your senses.
Peering over your shoulder from behind the couch, you notice your love's outfit change. She was dressed in a large hoodie and a pair of basketball shorts. Her attire so simple yet you feel as enamored by her as when she had first entered your sight. A smile finds its way on your lips; feeling your heart thump just a bit louder than before.
“You're literally so boyfriend and girlfriend material.” you say, staring intently at the girl in front of you. It almost feels impossible to look away from someone so perfect. You watch Jenna chuckle at you with a flattered yet puzzled expression. “What does that even mean, babe.” she asks as she makes her way over to the couch, taking a seat on your lap.
Honestly, you barely even understood what your words meant. It's just Jenna always had this way of captivating you no matter how she looked. Gorgeous or handsome. Elegant or grungy. Sexy or cute. She was genuinely just everything all at once. So perfect in her visual duality.
“It's just you're so… mmm. And then also just… hmmm. And I don't know. ” you mumble out. It was really hard to find the words to describe the indescribable feeling she gave you. “Mhm. Right.” she says mockingly with confusion written all over her face. You glare at her comment although you still wear a smile since you just can’t help it. “You're not making any sense but it's cute. Thanks I guess.” she giggles before placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.
“It makes perfect sense! It's not my fault you're so pretty that the English dictionary can't help me right now.” you exclaim with a pouty expression. Jenna laughs a bit harder at your babyish attitude, watching you whine preciously. Tearing away from her gaze, you cross your arms and sulk pathetically. “You're just so flawless in every way that it makes it hard to think and then I just blurt out nonsense.” you mumble annoyed. Your bottom lip jutting out as you roll your eyes at the beauty sitting on your lap. Jenna shoots you another endearing smile as she wraps her arms around your neck.
“Yeah but it's adorable nonsense.” she replies sweetly. You finally look her in the eyes, still pouting. She can’t help but kiss your protruding lips with how pitiful you’re looking right now. “I love you.” she hums against your lips. “I love you more.” you huff, continuing to mope. Jenna then lets out another light chuckle that you loved hearing so much.
She really was perfect beyond words.
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OH MAI GODDDDD 😦😦😦 @taylorswift i got ur creation
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WAIT WHAT @taylorswift WHEN WHERE HOW ISTG I DIDNT SEE THIS
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guy: hi
me: ALL YOU ARE IS MEAN AND A LIAR AND PATHETIC AND ALONE IN LIFE AND MEAN AND MEAN AND MEAN AND MEAN 👹
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