#swizzles

[yoi-joi]

WELCOME TO 1ST LEVEL: 🍋 SWIZZLES 🍋

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Follow Yuri Plisetsky as he teaches you the basics of Figure Skating in a not so...nice way. From Swizzles, to Spins, and even a Waltz Jump, you bet your sore ass he'll cover each move within Tik Tok's allotted time of 59 seconds. So grab some skates, bubble wrap, and Babushka's life alert. It's time to begin your journey to becoming the next Olympic Figure Skating Champion!

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#YNSNT acts as a Figure Skating ‘Crash Course’. The main intention of this series is not only to expand in the magic of ’Yuri On Ice’, but to also leave you feeling inspired to take your skating to the NEXT LEVEL. If it does, then please seek out proper coaching. In other words, Yurio ain’t gonna be liable for your potential injuries. “You’re f**k up, your problem.” - Yuri Plisetsky 32:7

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[thealanwrightblog]

Remember these? Remember what they were called?

[feat-taylorswift]

| the lights are so bright, but they never blind me

[dontblamethewitches]

i'm working late 'cause i'm a singer 《alef vernon》

[septaylorsversion]

TAYLOR BEING HERSELF DURING THE 2023 VMAS

[leaawrites]

The Eras Tour

Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: in which your boyfriend surprises you with tickets for The Eras Tour.

I kinda wrote this as like a hug of some sort because I didn’t get tickets and am now devastated. (Yes, I did cry about it) (more than once if I'm honest)

Warnings: fluff, a bit of making out, kissing, English isn't my first language

Masterlist

"I hate it here so I will go to / secret gardens in my mind / people need a key to get to / the only one is mine."

Lando heard low humming and whispered words leaving her mouth as he closed the door to her apartment. The scent of pesto and spaghetti lingering in the air, together with the flowers of her shampoo. Walking into the kitchen, he leaned against the doorframe, watching her. Towel wrapped around her hair to dry, pjama pants covering her legs and a bra. A coffee, half empty, was still sitting beside her. She took a sip now and then.

Turning around she grinned at him, stop singing to not embarrass herself.

"Hello there," she said, quoting Obi-Wan.

Lando laughed at her low voice and miserable impression of the Jedi.

"Hi you," he said back, still staring.

A sense of happiness floated around him and she could feel it. The good mood was drowning every other emotion that once was in the room.

"What's got you so happy?" she asked, beginning to move to the new beat.

New Romantics.

She knew how much the almost of every race weightened him down. She could feel it in the way he held her, his sorrow drowning her as well. The possibility of a new win made the second place feel so much worse. He could do it now, he knew that. He just wasn't able to do it. Maybe it would take him another 5 years, he once told her as they laid in bed together. Then I'll wait 5 more years, she answered.

"Pack your bags," Lando answered simply.

"Where are you taking me, Mr Norris?" she asked, finishing up the spaghetti and walking over to him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, he kissed her.

"Milan," he whispered.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with confusion. What could they possibly want in Milan at this moment?

"I know that you were sad when you didn't get Tickets to go to The Eras Tour, so I may have called a few people," he elaborated. Her eyes widen and her mouth stood open in shock.

"You did what?" She asked just to make him repeat his words. Her heart was beating and her eyes were flooded with tears all of a sudden.

"We're going to see T-swizzle, baby," he said, laughing at her reaction.

"Holy shit," she exclaimed, throwing herself on him. Hugging him tightly and kissing his neck, a thousand thank yous falling from her lips on his skin, sinking in and finding their way to his heart where they would be kept in memory.

"Are you sure about this?" Only now did the important part come to her mind. Pulling away she looked at him. She knew how much Lando tried avoiding any public outings, in fear of the fans reaction. He didn’t care about what they said, but he knew she would. And breaking her heart through a third hand coming into their relationship wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to make her happy.

"I'm sure," he said, kissing her. "I was so in fear of other people's perception that I forgot that love is the most normal thing in the world. If I want to love you fully I will. Seeing you happy is what love is to me."

"So we're really going?" She asked again.

"We're really going," he confirmed again.

The girl began jumping up and down, squealing and screaming and laughing.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," she repeated over and over again, taking his hands in hers and holding them against her chest to make him feel her heart.

"I love you too," he said, kissing her. His hands losing hers and grabbing her breasts. His lips traveling down her neck and collarbone. Squeezing her flesh and letting her know that he meant it.

[spongebobssquarepants]

BREAKING NEWS: TAYLOR SWIFT IN CUSTODY

[redmiser]

choose you

pairing: taylor swift x fem!reader

warnings: angst with happy ending, argument, blood (cut hand on glass), crying

synopsis: taylor's fame has never posed a problem to you, but taylor doesn't seem to believe that.

word count: 1.2k

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when you started dating taylor, you were very aware of the fact that any wishful attempts for privacy were futile. you knew that the cameras and fans were ever-present wherever she stepped, but your preconceived ideas were still no match for the real situation.

that is why instances like these are still so outrageous to you. they truly did come out of nowhere—what seems to be a million of them. one second it was one fan, and the next it was a mob—a suffocating, endless mob.

“keep up,” she whispers lightly, moving past everyone with an agility only acquired after many years of practice. you giggle as she pulls you along; this is strangely romantic. she is clasping your hand as if you would dissipate if her fingers left yours for an instant.

“i’m trying,” you whisper back, still chuckling to yourself like a little girl. you look up at her face, expecting to find an expression akin to yours, but it seems to be quite the opposite.

she finally spots the black suv up ahead and thrusts you in front of her, throwing an arm around your waist and continuing to push you along. “don’t trip,” she practically barks at you, but you shrug it off. the novelty of the situation is very amusing to you, but you can understand why doing this for 18 years might cause it to lose its luster.

you arrive at the vehicle, and she hurriedly opens the door and shoves you inside. she wastes no time in following suit and closing the door. you sit in what seems like the quiet afterglow to you as the chauffeur drives away, only breaking the silence when you’ve regained your breath.

“guess we have to beat them off with a stick next time,” you joke as you pull out your phone to check your makeup. taylor doesn’t respond immediately, so you try again. “we could get a nerf gun and just—”

“this is what you signed up for.”

you turn to meet her gaze, genuine indignation etched on her face. you lick your lips and chuckle, not wanting to fully process what she said. “it was a joke, tay,” you shoot back, trying to ease the tension competing for air in the now seemingly cramped backseat.

“it’s not a joke to me. this is the reality of the situation,” her words are laced with a certain coldness you’ve never noticed before. your eyebrows furrow as she speaks; you can’t understand how you merited this reaction.

“i know, taylor. it was a joke, not that big of a deal. i don’t actually care.”

she scoffs at your response. “yeah, right.” she looks out the window to try dismissing the conversation, but you don’t accept that.

“yes, right. you’re making a big deal out of nothing, tay.”

you’re genuinely growing somewhat bitter by this point; you don’t understand why this is such a huge ordeal.

“you’re right, i’m sorry. i don’t want to talk about this anymore.” she takes your hand to her lips and plants a kiss on the back of it. when she lets go, she tosses her head back and closes her eyes. you decide to respect her wishes, but you can’t quite shake off the new strain on your shoulders.

you try to forget about it the rest of the ride to taylor’s house, but it is still fresh on your mind when you walk through the front door. you both toss your bags on the couch and continue to the kitchen, where taylor grabs a glass of water and you a protein bar. you blurt out your next words without thinking, just trying to get her to give the earlier conversation a satisfying ending.

“the day they invent invisibility suits, you need to invest in one, desperately.” as soon as you complete your thought, she slams her glass down on the counter, causing it to break.

she clenches her jaw, and you both realize that her hand is bleeding at the same time. “oh my god!” you rush to her side, but she swipes her hand away. “taylor, what the hell?”

she lifts her head, and she genuinely looks livid. “i told you to stop talking about it!” you can hear the pain in her voice, but it doesn’t seem to be stemming from her physical injury exclusively.

“well, i don’t understand why this is a problem! i’m just cracking a few jokes.” she snaps back in a mere second, shouting at you.

“because one day you’re going to stop thinking it’s funny!” she takes a sharp breath before continuing, quieter this time. “one day you’re going to realize it’s too much, and you’re going to leave.” her voice breaking with the last few words leaves matching scars on your heart, ones that you didn’t expect to gain today.

you brush her hair out of her face and force her to look at you with your hand.

“taylor, i’m never going to do that.”

a tear rolls down her cheek, making your own tears swell up in your eyes. “you are the love of my life, taylor alison swift. i want every bit of you. i will endure anything if it means getting to endure it with you.”

the tears are streaming down her face; the sight of her now bloodshot eyes finally makes you break, and you join her in crying. she grimaces and inhales before speaking again.

“what if you change your mind, y/n?” she chokes back a sob that breaks her sentence. “my biggest fear is you changing your mind.”

you wipe a tear from her face, to no avail, as more keep falling. you take a second to stare at her with a bittersweet smile on your lips.

“i’m never going to change my mind,” you kiss her. “do you want to know why i know that?”

“how?” she inquires, gazing into your eyes with a look you hope to never notice in her expression again.

“i know because i’ve experienced life without you,” you answer softly, your voice trembling, “and it is the single most unbearable thing i can think of.”

her expression softens at your words, and you instantly feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“there’s nothing in this world that would ever make me want to go back to that. not a single camera or fan can make me let go of you. i don’t care if everyone watches our every move. i don’t care if it’s hard. i don’t care if we’re the subject of every headline. if it means getting to be with you, i will go through it all with a smile on my face. i will choose you every time, taylor. i love you.”

her tears have partially subsided by this point as you gently stroke her face. she takes your hand and plants a kiss on the back of it like she did earlier.

“i love you too, but are you sure?” she presses her lips together and furrows her brows lightly.

“i’m so sure it hurts,” you smile, wiping away the last of your tears before kissing her. you both seem to have forgotten her still bleeding hand until she winces and looks down.

“oh shit,” she exclaims, and her eyes widen.

“oh shit is right.” you bring her hand closer to your face and examine the cut. “let me take care of this for you.”

you look back up at her, and you lock eyes for a few seconds, exchanging a silent vow as the corners of her lips turn into a smile.

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a/n: sorry it took so long to put this out, finals were crazy. anyway, all of that is over now and i'm on break, so i'll try to get out some more stories before going back to school. i hope you guys enjoy!

[caityclark]

Oh my god 🥴❤️

[red-midnights13]

Was it over then? And is it over now?

[ghsface]

I CAN SEE YOU - spencer reid

summary: You watched him from a distance, dreaming of a moment when you could muster the courage to talk to him beyond the professional.

warnings: spencer reid x bau!fem reader ,kissing and I think that's all, if I'm missing something let me know.

author's note: The only thing I can do when I listen to this song is imagine Spencer, idk why this reminds me so much of him. I hope you like it and I'm sorry if there are mistakes/misspelled words, my native language is not English.🎀

All the friction in the hallways when you found him going to get some files or when you were going to see Penelope, all the stolen glances that you noticed almost every day when you were at your desk, even when they were on the Jet, he never took your eyes off.

The FBI office in Quantico was bustling with constant activity, but you were always lost in thought while pretending to review a file. You couldn't help but let your eyes wander to Spencer Reid, the genius of the team, who was sitting at his desk, engrossed in his books or his work.

You saw it every day, noticing the small details that others overlooked. The way he bit his lip when he was focused, how his fingers played with his hair when he was nervous.

There was something hypnotic about him, something that made you feel an inexplicable connection. But you always lacked the courage. You didn't want to risk your professional friendship, or your place on the team, for feelings that might not be reciprocated.

That afternoon, after a particularly tiring day, you found yourself reviewing some reports at your desk, trying to keep yourself busy. Most of the office had already left, leaving you alone with your group mates, leaving the place a little silent. You realized Spencer was there too, working on a file.

"Hi, Spence," you said, trying to sound casual as you approached his desk. The way he looked at you made your heart skip a beat.

“Hey, y/n,” he responded, his tone relaxed but attentive. "I thought you had already gone"

"No, I don't have to do three reports yet, it's like it's never going to end," you said, smiling warmly but with noticeable tiredness on your face.

Conversation flowed effortlessly as you shared stories and laughter as the two of you completed your reports. You felt more and more comfortable around him, and the connection you felt was palpable. As the afternoon wore on, you noticed a growing tension in the air, an implicit desire that you both seemed to share.

But all this was interrupted when you had to go get a file. "I have to go get a file," you said, getting up from your chair. "Wait, I'll come with you anyway, I am missing a file to finish this," he said, getting up and following you to the room where all the files were.

The filing room was dark and lined with shelves, and the atmosphere was filled with a tension that had nothing to do with work.

As we reviewed the files we were looking for, the conversation flowed naturally. We talked about books, movies, and of course the case we were reporting on.

Suddenly, I found a file that looked promising, but it was on a high shelf. I asked Spencer to help me reach it. As he reached out to grab it, I lost my balance and fell backwards. Just before I hit the ground, I felt Spencer's arms wrap around me, cushioning my fall.

"Are you OK?" he asked, his voice soft and concerned.

I nodded, feeling my heart beat faster than usual, not only from the shock, but also from the sudden closeness to Spencer. His eyes were shining with a mix of concern and something else she couldn't identify.

We stayed in that position for a moment, and the air between us was charged with a tension I had never felt before. Slowly, Spencer helped me to my feet, but his hands remained on my arms, as if he didn't want to let me go.

"Thank you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, a shy but genuine smile that made my heart beat even faster. Before I realized what I was doing, I leaned towards him. Spencer didn't pull away, instead he closed the distance between us.

Our lips met in a soft, sweet kiss, filled with a suppressed emotion that had been building for a long time.

The kiss intensified quickly. We moved to a corner of the file room, out of sight of anyone who might enter. Our bodies joined in a dance of desire, the outside world fading as we gave ourselves to each other. Passion drove us to undo buttons and explore with trembling hands, desire growing with every second.

Just when the moment seemed like it was going to end in something more, a noise outside the room made us stop abruptly. We looked at each other, both out of breath and with flushed cheeks.

"We should stop," Spencer said, her voice hoarse and thick with emotion.

I nodded, trying to regain my composure. We made up the best we could and parted ways, knowing that what had just happened would change our relationship forever.

Leaving the archive room, we meet the team. Derek looked at us with an amused smile.

"Where have you been?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and a mischievous smile on his face.

I felt my cheeks blush, but before I could respond, Spencer took the initiative.

"Checking some important files," he said, with an enigmatic smile.

The team accepted the explanation, although not without some suspicious looks. As the night wore on, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened in the file room. It was an intense and beautiful, albeit interrupted, moment that marked the beginning of something new and exciting between Spencer and I, something I was eager to explore further.

𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ

Months later...

From that day on, Spencer and I began a secret relationship. We kissed in hidden places in the office, taking advantage of every opportunity to be together without being seen. Meetings became an excuse to brush hands under the table, and coffee breaks were furtive moments of quick kisses in deserted hallways.

One night while working late, we met again in the file room. The tension between us was palpable, and we couldn't resist. Spencer cornered me against a bookshelf, his lips meeting mine in a hungry kiss. His hands explored my body urgently, and I found myself responding with the same intensity.

"We have to be careful," Spencer whispered against my lips, his breathing ragged.

"I know," I replied, my fingers tangling in his hair, "but I can't help it."

Our secret romance continued, each encounter filled with the thrill of the forbidden. Despite the risks, neither of them wanted to stop. The passion we shared was too strong, and every kiss and caress only fueled our desire more.

𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖

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[lightscamerabitchsmiile]

what must it be like to grow up that beautiful 😭🧡

[cottoncandywhispers]

[eras-tour-updates]

3 days till London shows!

August 15- August 20