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Pre-order The Life of a Showgirl: “It’s Rapturous” Limited Release Deluxe CD now on my site. Available for 72 hours while supplies last. ‍‍❤️‍🔥 

https://taylor.lnk.to/TSTheLifeofaShowgirl

Album Producers: Max Martin, Shellback and Taylor Swift 📸: Mert Alas & Marcus Piggott

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Pre-order The Life of a Showgirl: “It’s Beautiful” Limited Release Deluxe CD now on my site. Available for 72 hours while supplies last. ‍‍❤️‍🔥

https://taylor.lnk.to/TSTheLifeofaShowgirl

Album Producers: Max Martin, Shellback and Taylor Swift 📸: Mert Alas & Marcus Piggott

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What day does life of a showgirl come out?

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All 4 variant covers where she is the hottest person to ever fucking exist

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I finally got around to watching the first four episodes of season 2 of Wednesday! This season, there are too many plots happening at the same time — it feels like I’m watching Pretty Little Liars 💀. It’s overwhelming and there’s ones I don’t care much about.

Here’s some of my thoughts and predictions (you are welcomed to share yours and send asks!!) 

Not having Xavier, Yoko and Divina in the show is sad. Although some of them didn’t have much plot of lines, they were part of the Nightshades and the main characters (Yoko, Divina and Kent being Bianca’s friends)

The early reveal of Wednesday's stalker was underwhelming. It should have been something bigger.

Wednesday and Enid’s friendship being washed by Agnes makes my heart hurt. I know Wednesday wants to protect Enid from her ‘death’ by not including her in her investigation, but keeping her out won’t necessarily keep her from dying. 

Speaking of Enid, I’m happy she is embracing her wolf side, but this pack of boys is too chaotic for my liking and the characters need more personality. Bring back Yoko! 

Enid breaking up with Ajax doesn’t make sense to me. She was so in love with him in season 1, why would she dump him for another guy?

The car scene with Wednesday driving was totally in character and hilarious. She is the commander of that ship! And Enid's bikini 'hiding in shame' line.

Miss Capri is giving me ‘I’m hiding something’ vibes. Did she escape Willow  Hill? Is Miss Capri (who is canonly a werewolf) the schizophrenic werewolf that Tyler's 'cage' was made for?

Her and dr. Fairburn having tea was not just about her going to Willow Hill to play piano for the patients. There was something between them. And why would they have tea together when Eudora was waiting in the war?

I thought Eugene and Pugsley would become besties and bond over not being the best at making friends, but instead we got Slurp. While it makes sense for an Addams to befriend the weirdest one, that zombie was bound to end up causing trouble. And does he and Thing know each other? Is Thing that zombie’s hand? 

Who is the woman Wednesday helped escape Willow Hill? I’ve seen theories about her being Ophelia, but Fester would have recognized her. My theory — and a lot of people seem to agree on that one — is that she is Tyler’s mom. 

I loved seeing more of the Addams! The strained relationship between Morticia and Wednesday, and her wanting to protect Wednesday from ending like her sister who abused her psychic abilities. 

Grandmamma.  Unlike her daughter, she is close to Wednesday and even helping her with her investigation. Love a supportive grandma! She and Morticia’s relationship explains a lot of how she treats Wednesday. 

Morticia being sirened by Bianca didn’t make sense. She should have seen her coming or protected herself — like Principal Kandey. 

And lastly, I don’t think Tyler pushed Wednesday out the windows. Yes, he was transformed into a hyde, but maybe he pushed her to get her out of the way? All the L.O.I.S. subjects were free, maybe one of them was coming at her?

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THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY || Conrad and Belly in 3.05 "Last Dance" That night, that was the last time we were ever together like that. What if I hadn't fucked it up four years ago? What if I hadn't pushed her away like I always do?

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At 12:12 on the 12th, TS12 finally got a name: The Life of a Showgirl. ❤️‍🔥 More info soon… pre pre-order the album & pre pre-scream in the meantime!!!!!!!!!!!! taylor.lnk.to/TSTheLifeofaShowgirl

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Pugsly x reader where reader notices hes not getting along with people and they leave him out so she decides to hang out and she helps him take care of slurp and eventually they start liking each other

Pugsley is too young to write about. I do include him in my fics, but there will never be a 'pugsley x reader' (other that reader being his sister) on my page

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Jenny Han did this for us.

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Thinking about when she said “See you next era…” ❤️‍🔥

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Conrad Fisher's Wardrobe in S3

Accurate Commentary:

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In a Wednesday mood today! Please send me requests for Ajax, Xavier, Wednesday and Enid (will be adding her to the list!)

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THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY 3.05 "Conrad reached out and wiped my chin with his shirt. It was maybe the most intimate thing anyone had ever done to me. I felt lightheaded, unsteady on my feet. It was all in the way he looked at me, just those few seconds." - We'll Always Have Summer

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When is part 2 of Mark x Blythe reader coming? I need it so badd

For anyone who hasn't read part one, you can find it here. The next part will take a bit longer (I have not started writing it yet), but I will try to get it done before next week

Warnings: 18+, smut, age gap (reader is about 23-25), one bed trope, brief oral (f recieving),

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You almost cheered when you saw that the only room left at this dodgy motel had one bed. The carpet reeked of cigarettes, the paint was chipped, and the faded floral comforter and scratchy-looking sheets weren’t exactly inviting, but it was only for a few nights. 

Mark stood in the doorway with his bag on his shoulder, jaw already tight. ‘’I’ll take the floor.’’

He was being nice and respectful by letting you have the bed, which was kind of him. But the motel floor was probably dirtier than the toilet. Carpet floors never get cleaned. And god knows what people do in these motels…

You sat on the bed and raised an eyebrow. ‘’Are you afraid of us sleeping in the same bed?’’ you asked, watching him with a teasing smile. ‘’It wasn’t so bad the last time, wasn’t it?’’ 

Your flirty tone was ignored by Mark, who occupied himself by inspecting the entirety of the motel room. Norman Bates wasn’t the only one who spied on his guests. It was — unfortunately — more common that one would think. 

‘’The floor is perfectly fine,’’ he said flatly, his voice echoing in the tiny bathroom. 

You rolled your eyes. He wasn’t going to win this battle. ‘’Come on, Mark. It’s just you and I.’’

‘’Exactly,’’ he muttered to himself as he checked the mirror. 

When he finished his inspection of the room, Mark grabbed the car keys and left to take care of the car situation. ‘’I’ll be back in an hour.’’ 

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

One hour turned into two…and then three. When the alarm clock finally turned to 4 pm, you sat up straighter on the chair, fingers twitching near the old phone. Mark had been gone too long. Longer than it should take to ditch a car.

You were halfway through typing your father’s number when the motel door creaked open.

Mark stepped in and you stood like a mother whose’ teenagers came home past curfew. ‘’Where have you been?! You were gone for three hours!’’ 

Before he could place a word, you noticed the small, raw cut on the right side of his face. Not deep, but red with dried blood. 

‘’What happened to your face?’’ you asked in a worried tone, crossing the distance to him. “Did you have an altercation with someone?” You gently grabbed his chin, tilting his face to the side to have a look at his injury.  

"I'm fine. I just had a little run in with some branch," he explained, trying to shrug it off and dismiss it. 

You raised an eyebrow. “A branch?”

He nodded, holding his breath while you touched his face. “When I was dumping the car. I took a bad step and got scratched. It’s nothing.” You let go of him and Mark cleared his throat, lifting a plastic bag. “I got us something to eat. Hope you like burgers.”

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

After eating, Mark went in for a shower, and you followed suit. The sun had gone down completely, replaced by a dark sky and heavy rain pattering loudly against the window.

‘’It’s pouring buckets out there,’’ Mark said, pulling the curtain back slightly to look out, his hair still damp and tousled from the shower.

‘’I love rain,’’ you replied, walking out of the bathroom in your matching pajama set. ‘’It’s so calming.’’ 

You crossed the room to stand beside him, close enough that your bare arm brushed gently against his. A smile curled on your lips as you watched the rain forming puddles in the parking lot, a soothing ending to your day. 

Mark didn’t flinch at the whisper of contact  — but he did look at you. The reflection of the streetlamp in your eyes, down to the soft glow of your skin and the way your pajama top hung open at your collarbone. His green eyes lingered. The cut wasn’t revealing, but the silky fabric clung delicately in places, the kind of effortless sexy that didn’t have to try. 

He swallowed once, quietly.

You didn’t notice at first. You were watching the rain, your fingers gently parting the curtain a little more. But when you glanced sideways, you caught him staring.  ‘’What?’’

Mark quickly jerked his glance away, clearing his throat, but you had already caught him. ‘’Nothing,’’ he muttered gruffly, pushing his hair back from his forehead. ‘’Erm…Which side of the bed do you prefer sleeping on?’’ 

His attempt to drive the conversations away made you bite a smile. For a man who said he wanted to keep it professional, he was looking at you a little too long. 

You jumped as lightning flashed in the dark sky, causing your ass to brush dangerously close to Mark’s crotch — totally accidental. That slight touch caused him to hold his breath, repeating himself that you were off limits. 

‘’That one scared me,’’ you said with a soft giggle, glancing at Mark over your shoulder. ‘’Did you see it?’’ 

But Mark was not looking out the window. His eyes were on you. 

‘’Mark?’’ you whispered, catching his gaze going down to your lips. 

He was trying to resist the temptation, but he was just a man. Shaking his head, he muttered under his breath. ‘’Ah, fuck it.’’ 

And before you could catch what he said, his hand was on your jaw and his mouth was on yours — warm, firm, and desperate like he’d been holding back for days. Weeks. His other hand found your waist, fingers curling in the soft silk and pulling you in fully, like he couldn’t stand another inch of space between you.

Mark kissed you intensely, making up for all the times he hadn’t kissed you and had wanted to. Your breath hitched, surprised by his kiss, but you didn’t hesitate. You kissed him back just as hard, hands instinctively sliding up his chest, feeling the heat radiating off his body.

You thought you would never get to kiss him again. 

The storm raged louder outside, thunder rolling deep, but you barely heard it, the man kissing you being the only thing on your mind. You melted into his touch, your heart racing in your chest.  

Moving at their own accord, your arms winded their way over his shoulders and met at the back of his neck, fingertips raking through his hair and pulling. 

Mark groaned, the hand on your waist sliding lower and digging into your hip. His kiss deepened, tongue slipping against yours. He tasted like mint toothpaste. And he tasted like he wanted more. His grip on your hip tightened as he pressed you into the glass of the window.

Your breath hitched again, caught off guard by the force of his movement. He had you pinned against the cool glass of the window, every hard inch of his muscled form pressed up against your body. He couldn't keep his hands from roaming, sliding beneath the thin layer of the silky pajama shirt. His fingertips on your bare skin felt like gasoline igniting a fire. 

You arched your back, seeking out every last bit of contact as his mouth moved down your jaw and onto your neck, his short beach scratchy against your sensitive skin. His hands were still running over your body, rough and possessive. 

He found the sensitive spot just below your ear and bit down gently. Your fingers tightened in his hair and you gasped, your chest rising and falling with every ragged breath.

‘’Mark..." The word was a whisper, your body melting against him like hot butter. 

Suddenly you weren’t on your feet anymore. Mark had lifted you and was walking over to the bed. He lowered the both of you on the faded comforter, leaning over you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he continued to kiss you. 

A soft moan left your lips, nipples turning into a peak as Mark played with your breasts, tracing every curve with possessive hunger. 

‘’If you want me to stop—’’ Mark began, breaking the kiss and looking at you with lustful eyes. 

You gave him a dark glare, cutting him off. ‘’I don’t want you to stop. I want you to shut up and take your clothes off.’’ 

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

This time, when morning came, you didn’t sneak out of bed. Daylight was slowly creeping in at the crack above the curtains, letting you know it was about 6am. You shifted and felt a mild burning on the inside of your thighs, where Mark’s beard had chaffed your skin. You knew it would happen, but it was the last thing on your mind when he had his lips closed around your clit, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. Your nails scratching his upper back as a chorus of his name left your lips. 

Last night had been…wild.  

His usual rough, dominating nature had been present, but there was something gentle and almost reverent in his actions. He had a possessive and almost hungry look in his dark eyes as he touched you, as he buried himself deep inside you.

The memory brought a smile to your lips, and you lazily reached out, seeking out Mark. You expected to find him right beside you, but were met with an empty side of the bed. The sheets were wrinkled and tangled, the only evidence that he was there.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as your fingers ran over the mattress, feeling for any residual warmth. Then a sound from the bathroom caught your attention.

You rose quickly, Mark’s shirt hanging off you like a short dress, the hem brushing your thighs as you crossed the room. The bathroom door was shut.

‘’Mark?’’ you called, knocking lightly.

Silence.

‘’Mark, are you okay?’’

Still nothing. A coil of unease tightened in your stomach. You tried the handle — it turned easily — and you pushed the door open, finding Mark on the cold tiled floor, unconscious.

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Writing today

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Sabrina Carpenter for alternative cover of Man’s Best Friend feat. bonus track “Such A Funny Way” [x]

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THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY 3.05 "Last Dance" Outfit Callbacks || It was four years ago last March, the last time I was at Belly's house.