#taylor swift collectibles

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My TTPD collection: Japanese deluxe edition

This is the japanese deluxe cd of The Tortured Poets Department, with it's iconic 7" cardboard sleeve and all it's extras, the early buyers bonus included.

The early buyer bonus was this keychain:

The 7" booklet:

The cd and it's 7" holder:

The double sided poster:

The postcards:

And the japanese lyrics booklet (that I still can't read :D )

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Already ordered it. I really like the cover photo. Will be a good addition to my collection, even though my room gets too small if it will go on with all those new albums and merch :D

Allow me to introduce…The 1989 (my version) Sunrise Boulevard Vinyl Edition💛 Available on my site for the next 48 hours 🥰

taylor.lnk.to/1989TaylorsVersion

[ivynightshade]

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.

[lastchristmas]

Taylor's guitars on the Eras Tour

[taylornation]

cardigan weather, we 🩶 you.

your favorite cardigans, old and new, are back in store for 24 hours or while supplies last! shop the cardigan collection before tomorrow at 9:59am et at store.taylorswift.com.

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I would really like to get one of those...

Disney+ Eras Tour Movie Merch Promo Pack (x x)

[zaralovestaylor]

“reputation taylor’s version” this and “debut taylor’s version” that…what about her

[cosmiclove-heavenstruck]

lost the breakup, maisie peters / deja vu, olivia rodrigo / is it over now?, taylor swift / lookalike by conan gray / watch, maisie peters / love is embarrassing, olivia rodrigo / is it over now?, taylor swift

[dawnoftime22]

tracing features.

| T.S

Warnings: a shower together halfway through with sweet and affectionate details

Summary: As Taylor spends her day cozily with you, she wonders about something new you started doing, and in the truth, she only fell further for you.

Word Count: 2.7k

Category: FLUFF

A/N: this is basically another version of 'pretty', but sweeter :]

| Started on 01/08/2024, 10:40 AM |

| Finished on 06/10/2024, 9:28 PM |

Main Masterlist | T.S Masterlist

"in your irises, dear, oh, the love you portray,

may mine be matching of the same."

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You were having a lazy morning in bed, the tv in the background, casually having Law & Order playing, just as Taylor loved it.

Olivia, the cat, was napping down at the carpet; unbeknowest that the character she had been named after was currently on the tv screen. You could hear the purring even from the bed.

You stretch for a moment, letting your joints and muscles get the movement they need before relaxing your body, a deep sigh escaping you.

The gaze you had was transfixed on the tv, indeed having been caught up in one of the many investigation stories in the episode, but after seeing a conversation scene starting to drone off with the characters talking, you lean back and tilt your head up to see Taylor.

She was above, her arms loosely wrapped around you as her eyes were still on the show, focused entirely on it. You were laid down, snuggled against her chest, cheek against her shirt.

Seeing one of her hands splayed over your middle, you reach down to her wrist, fingers trailing on her skin. A small smile comes up on her face, and she gently intertwines your hands, but she kept her attention to the show, only giving an affectionate squeeze to let you know she was there.

Really, you weren't moving just to hold her hand, but you accepted it anyway. At least, for a couple of seconds. You could feel her thumb caressing the back of your hand, and now you almost didn't want to let go.

But, after a few more minutes, you gently slip your hand out of hers, causing her gaze to travel down, with her eyebrows holding the slightest pressure and her lips softly pouted, missing the warm embrace.

You didn't notice her expression just yet, too busy on continuing with your own thing. Your other hand comes into play, holding her wrist in place while your once intertwined hand went to trace the lines on her palm.

Any confusion or tinge of sadness she had at the contact being lost was now replaced with surprise, and her heart melted, feeling the small tickle of your fingertips. Of course. You wanted something to distract yourself with.

She lets you trace or draw whatever you wanted on her hand too, a soft smile on her face. Your finger brushed over her soft skin like a gentle pencil, she's never had a memory once before of anyone ever doing such a thing that you were doing.

It wasn't long until you soon turn your gaze up to meet hers, not expecting her to have her own gaze off the tv, but her deep blue eyes easily met yours, and your heart skips a beat.

One soft giggle escapes her breath, stretching her smile wider. Your tracing had paused at the capture of her gaze, so she took the opportunity to gently lace your fingers once more, bringing it up to her lips, brushing against your knuckles like a feather, before she leaves a soft kiss upon it.

"You're so precious," Taylor whispers, leaving your hand resting against her face. Her thumb caressed your skin. Your heart might just burst at the fuzzy feeling in your chest.

The blush that rose up to your cheeks only had you leaning into her, burrowing into her chest. Without skipping a beat, she tightens her arms around you, setting your hand aside to nuzzle into your hair.

After a few more moments, she speaks up. "...Do you wanna go shower now, sweetheart?" she whispers, ever so softly, perhaps not even piercing the quiet hum of the ceiling fan.

"Mmn. Together?" You look up at her with the love you had for her, all struck on your face. Her gaze held adoration easily smiling playfully at the suggestion.

She nods, her hands carding through your hair. "Mhm...if you want to." Her eyes flicker up to her tv show for a moment. It was right in time, a new episode was playing after the previous one had ended, so she doesn't have to leave it hanging in the middle of the episode, but her gaze returns to you for your choice.

Without even another thought, you gave her a nod, agreeing to the shared shower. Her sweet smile shows her teeth with one cute chipped tooth, and she reaches for the tv remote, pausing the show.

She gently lets go of you, getting up from the bed, but waiting for you when she turns around to look at you, her hand stretching out in offer.

Your lips raise up softly, and you gratefully took it, pushing yourself from the bed with her help, and letting your feet meet the wooden floor.

She grabs both your towels, draping it over her shoulder as she goes to the closet, still keeping your hand by her side all the while, as if she was making sure you knew that the focus of her presence was still on you.

Once both your clothes were set on the bed, your path now set off to the bathroom. Your steps go lightly and gently to the floor, mimicking a cat's quiet paws.

The two of you soon stood on the tiled floor, and the bathroom door closes gently. It then gets locked with a soft click for safety, and Taylor turns back to you with a small smile. Her hand gives you a gentle squeeze in reassurance, just before she went to slip it out and go turn on the shower, which left you to get ready to go under the water.

You take your time, peeling off your shirt along with any other piece of clothing you had on, leaving it on the clean bathroom counter.

A flush fills your face as you stood there, shifting your feet and crossing your arms over your body slightly to simply shield yourself off from the cold.

Taylor was adjusting the water, making sure the temperature was just perfect for the two of you. But once she was done, she turns her head, seeing you. Her gaze was soft, admiring, before she steps away from the shower and towards you.

"Go in first, baby...I need to take my clothes off," she whispers, her hands gentle on your hips as she didn't want you freezing in the cold bathroom.

The blue eyes you were met with only looked back into your own pair of eyes, no judgement holding within. One of her hands went up to a stray hair of yours, moving to put it back into its normal place.

You nod, the corners of your lips raised. You lean in, just to nuzzle your nose against hers, just for a moment, before you aim for a small, but endearing kiss. Taylor's heart couldn't help but swell. Her hand that lingered on your hip goes to your back, thumb caressing your bare skin.

The kiss then slowly breaks, and she tilts her head to the shower in a small signal, not wanting you to have any more cooling shivers going down your spine.

The tilt of her head only makes her seem like the most gentlest person on earth. You were absolutely thanking the entire universe of the caring woman you had.

You then finally move out from her embrace, her hands returning back to her sides as you walk to the shower, stepping under the warm water.

She starts undressing herself, letting the clothes slip off her. Your gaze drifts over back to her, but only for a mere second before looking to the shower water, a red flush searing your cheeks. Your relationship had lasted years, and still going, but no matter how long, she can't ever fail to make your heart beat faster. Much to the respect that you both held of each other's privacy, too.

After just a few more seconds, the shadow of her figure comes walking over to the floor that you were looking down at, where the water was traveling off to the drain. The dim light above the shower was sharp enough to show a clear image of her figure.

She steps in beside you, her warm arm easily going back to your waist to wrap around. The smile that raised on your lips had no hesitation, and you look up, seeing her gentle face.

You lean into her, your damp hair meeting her skin that now had water dripping down it. She reaches her free hand out, passing you and going to squeeze the shower gel into the palm of her hand.

She then had to let go of your waist, moving in front of you to put her palms together and let the shower gel lather itself upon your skin, her hands moving carefully and slowly, while her eyes meets yours every now and then to make sure you were doing okay.

Her face was so concentrated, but so...gentle. You couldn't stop staring, and couldn't help your heart's urge to slowly bring your hand up, your index finger moving to trace her face shape.

The expression she had earlier was softening, and she blinks at you like one of her cats for a second, processing and wondering what you were doing, but she continues cleaning you anyway. The soap was bubbling atop your body as her lips were curling at your loving antics.

You kept tracing until she was done, your finger going over her lips, her nose, the dip between her lips and nose...her eyes, and her eyebrows. Every. Single. One. And she might have even been done long ago, but she gave you more time, freeing you to however long it took you to finish with all parts of her face, while her heart was about to burst with love.

She almost didn't want to move. Her back has had the water running down on it, blocking your body from it before she steps away from it to help you rinse off.

It wasn't long until you repeat the same movements for her, your touch light and caring on her when you grabbed the shower gel, the familiar scent filling the bathroom.

As you clean her, she had her head rested against your shoulder and her arms around your waist, her eyes closing in the quietness, relishing in the intimate moment.

You let her stay like that, to let the moment dissolve any tiredness she's had from her week. It goes like this for just a few more seconds before the shower gel was starting to fade off her slightly, moving downwards from her skin.

But then, you gently pull her back and look into her eyes once she opens them, both of you adoring each other before you lean in for a soft kiss on her cheek.

She blushes, her face cutely pink with an adorable smile at your affection, until you start washing the shower gel away, your hand brushing over her skin and curves.

Minutes were spent in the shower, the pads of your fingers even turning wrinkly as the time passed in the water, but you didn't mind it at all.

When you soon stepped out of the shower and turned it off, you both grabbed your towels, having it soak up the leftover water on your bodies.

She was just finishing off with a squeeze of her hair, the towel around the strands, when she turns to you, a thought coming to her mind and a curious expression forming on her face.

"...Hey, can I ask you something?" She says, her voice gentle, almost to the edge of hesitation. Her towel was wrapped around her body now, keeping her warm.

"Mm?" You look up, a curious expression on your face. You finished drying yourself too, feeling the soft fluffiness of the material meeting your body when you covered up.

Taylor bites her lip, leaving a pause just for a moment before speaking. "Why do you always do that thing with your finger, tracing things like you're drawing a picture?" She asks with a small hand gesture, her eyes looking at you with a mix of curiosity and affection.

As much as she knew you loved the feeling of her soft skin with her hand, and the lines on her palm having a unique feeling to it, but the part where you traced her face was clueless to her.

You blink at her, but then giggle softly. Your legs takes yourself towards her, and you go to wrap your arms around her waist. "I thought it was obvious. I was taking my time adoring your features."

Some quietness went by, with you searching her pretty eyes. She parted her lips in processing your words, connecting the dots. "But why trace it?" She whispers.

A smile raises on your lips. "Do I need a reason? You're beautiful, baby...so, I wanted to...make a memory of you, and let you feel it..." you murmur, your hand going up to the back of her neck. It was like you were an artist, painting every one of her being, but simply with tracing physically.

She stays with features blushed pink, an even deeper one than when she came out the shower due to the warm water, but now due to you. She couldn't even really formulate a response or even a thought.

You continued to gaze at her with tender love, your eyes soft as ever. "And I love watching how you get lost in my gaze...don't deny it, you love it too."

Taylor smiles at your answer, her heart holding warmth as she leans into your embrace. "I do love it," she admits, her voice barely even above a whisper. "It feels like you're seeing me for the first time every time you do that."

You let her words sink in, a hum softly escaping your throat as you tilt your head. "Well, I never really thought it like that..." you murmur, your hand still kept around her waist.

"But I'm glad you feel that way, sweetheart. I want you to know how loved you are every single day," you confess, leaning in to brush your nose over hers before opting for a sweet kiss on the lips.

Taylor was absolutely lovestruck over your words, feeling the warmth that was in her heart now spread through her entire being as she looks at you with full affection. "I love you so much," she whispers against your lips, returning the kiss shortly after, then parting from it and shaking her head in disbelief of this love. Her arms had wrapped around you too, pulling you in closer.

You let out the smallest chuckle, your arms giving her the gentlest squeeze. It was all too much for you too, that you bury your face into her neck, nuzzling into her.

"I love you so much, too..." you whisper, leaving a kiss on the skin of her shoulder, and then leaning back.

She gazes, as if only the two of you mattered in this moment and in the entire world. Like you were all she could think of at all, and you could swear you were going to collapse into a pile of love letters.

Soon, you were led to the bedroom by her hand, the realization that you were being moved only just now overcoming you when you feel the soft carpet beneath your feet.

You went to pull your clothes on, all clean and fresh out from the laundry just recently. Taylor did the same, which made you both now warm and cozy. You were about to go crawl back in bed when she pulled you back in by gently wrapping an arm around your waist, making your heart skip a beat as you pause.

She turns you to face her, a lovely smile on her face. It was only, really, to help you pull on the hoodie she was letting you borrow without your knowledge until now, her hands carefully preparing it before she slips over your head and arms.

It was one she wore yesterday, so it didn't have the scent of fresh laundry, but instead, it had the sweet scent of her, while also being cozily warm with its material.

You blushed, unable to get your mind off of how she pulled you back in, your gaze shyily returning up to her, where she was focused on gently tugging the hoodie down properly to fit you up to your waist, then she meets your eyes.

Her hand trails up, thumb brushing against your cheek, ever so gently thoroughly. She soon leans in, leaving a soft kiss on your lips.

It was short, but the most tender one out of all the ones today. You lingered, of course, to let the feeling last longer. When it was broken, your eyes open slowly. She was then gently pulling you in to bed, getting comfortable yet again, with you.

Law & Order was still paused on the tv, up until she hit resume for it, causing the scenes and characters to move once more. You settle in somewhat the same position as earlier, but now she had her legs crossed and your head in her lap as she leaned back on the pillows.

The episode was interesting, but with you so snuggled up in her lap, she couldn't resist letting eyes trail down to you, her hands having been resting in your hair.

You were watching the show now that you had freshened up, only ever wanting cuddles with her and to be there in the present moment with her.

She traces her own finger upon your face, making an outline of every feature, and a smile slowly grows on your lips; something that her thumb followed until you let a giggle escape through your body.

You look up at her, meeting her unspeakable blue eyes. "You're doing it too, now," you say, unable to take the grin off your face. Her expression mirrors yours, but one with more focus and mesmerization as she continues gazing down at you, her tracing continuing.

"Because you're beautiful too," she whispers. Then, she moves to lean down, a kiss being placed on your forehead, and one going upon your nose, too.

Your heart melts at her statement, and you stay like that, snuggled close to her as the two of you enjoy the peaceful warm moment.

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last christmas; remus lupin

summary: "i wrapped it up, with a note saying 'i love you' i meant it," in which after years and years of friendship, he's nervous to confess his feelings.

tags: (SFW), angst, attempted angst to fluff, implied pre-existed relationship, she/her pronouns, fem!reader, third person y/n

words: 850+

the holiday collection. request.

snow surrounded the potter's estate, the jukebox charmed to hum merry melodies as christmas decor was wrapped throughout the entire house. james had invited his friends around to his parent's house for christmas, a tradition started in the early years of their time at hogwarts, and had continued through to their adulthood. it was something that in spite of whatever loomed on the other side of the door had kept the group together.

sirius and james had been running around the house, boxes of decorations in hand as they put hung ornaments throughout the house. the sweet smell of eggnog and gingerbread lingered between the rooms as james' parents had busied themselves with cooking festive treats in the kitchen whilst remus and y/n decorated the main tree in the living room.

boxes were strewn around the room, various red, green, and gold spilling from them. she danced and swayed to the beat of the music, hanging ornaments methodically throughout the faux pine needles. digging through a box in the corner, remus glanced up for a moment, watching the way y/n found joy in the tradition, eager to make the potter estate feel cosy at christmas. a small smile had found it's way onto his face, the same way it had in first year when she made sure that she was included in the maraudic group's antics. she glanced over at him as if to show pride in her progress with the tree, reciprocating the smile already on his face.

"have you seen the garland with the little holly's on it?" he suddenly asked her, standing up fully.

"uh.." she hummed in thought, "have you tried to box over there?" she said after a while, pointing to a box closer to the fireplace. she herself moved over to it, crouching to sift through the contents of it. remus shook his head, before moving to a different box to look for the remaining garland for the entryway.

"aha" the girl exclaimed joyously after a while, excitedly pulling the holly garland out of the box she had been searching and showing it to remus. she walked over to him, handing it to the boy with a small "there you go"

"why thank you" he mused, moving away to string it up and complete the display as y/n put the star at very top of the tree. just as she did so, james and sirius had made their way down the stairs, laughing amongst them and carrying empty boxes as a receipt of their work.

as the night went on, euphemia and fleamont had finished their preparations for christmas day. the fire crackled as it was stoked, the potter's and their guests having fun into the night, perked up on the anticipation of the day to follow. eventually, the owls began to coo and the trees began to rustle, signalling that it was time for everyone to take themselves upstairs to get ready and into bed.

the six of them climbed the stairs, and manoeuvred through the corridor before forking off into different corridors or rooms until it was just remus and y/n left. a blanket of silence was wrapped around them as the moved through the house, until remus' door was in sight. he paused in front of it, hand hovering over the brass handle as he fought an internal battle. however, he soon moved rather quickly, muttering a quick 'wait here' before disappearing behind the door he had just been hesitating in front of.

after a beat, he reappeared from the void of darkness in his room, a colourfully wrapped box in his hand. "here you go," he rushed, holding the box out to y/n, "merry christmas," he smiled at her.

"oh, remus," she said quietly, "thank you," she moved to detach the card on top of the box, only to frantically told to open it once she gets to her room. with a nod and an awkward farewell, she turned on her heel and walked the rest of the way down the corridor to her bedroom.

pushing the door softly shut behind her, she leant against it, fingers making delicate work of opening the box. she revealed a necklace, with a singular pendant of a wolf on it. smiling, she clasped it on herself, bringing her hand to it as she read the card that had been attached. a smile was etched on her face as she realised he had written her a letter, in his signature scrawny writing, as he detailed the depth of his feelings for her.

determination in her step, she marched back down the corridor, softly knocking on remus' door. it swung open in front of her, and she wasted no time wrapping her arms around his shoulders. confused, yet relieved, he wrapped his arms around her waist, sighing in relief as the charmed jukebox hummed faintly in the background, the clock ticking over to midnight.

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And my 10th lifesize Taylor. Just three more and a lifesize jet and I can do something like the end scene of the Look What You Made Me Do video :D

[daisyries]

taylor swift 1989 TV

[verity1989]

TTPD: The Anthology vinyl

-Taylor Swift

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘we were put on this earth desperate, hungry and willing.’

[text id: in a sharp set of knives, i looked for a hand to hold. / i could not stop myself from needing to belong somewhere, even if that somewhere was a burial ground.]

[taylornation]

Meet us under the mistletoe in one hour! 😘🎁

[stillgotscars]

the purple folklore dress has returned from war