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Zed and Addison shipping Victor and Nova:

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And, baby, that’s show business for you. New album The Life of a Showgirl. Out October 3  ❤️‍🔥

https://taylor.lnk.to/TSTheLifeofaShowgirl

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

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When I pull up to the compartmentalization competition but my opponent is regulus black so I know I’m cooked

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Probably my favourite thing about Victor and Nova is that he fell first AND harder. Nova wasn't sure about her feelings right away but he was in love with her the whole time.

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i hope ts12 is just..happy. like, ik people have huge wishlists for it and shit, but the only thing i care about is hearing her perspective on her life now. because it's already so healing just from the outside. just seeing her become lighter and happier has been so seretonin-inducing. and i just want ts12 because i will genuinely just be..relieved. like, my heart still hurts when i think about the 2016-2023 of it all sometimes and i only long for ts12 because i know hearing her content will make me content for her.

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all of us rn

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Same

People being like “I hope TS12 isn’t such a bloated album” what? Could never be me. I hope she puts 54 songs on it personally

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today’s vibe:

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for real

Facts

OMG ITS FUCKING HAPPENING

on a monday night because why not, she said

love being a swiftie, i feel a feeling comparable to what i imagine being on every drug feels like, on like, a random monday night

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AHHHHHHHH ITS HAPPENING

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

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Victor stares at the steps like they'll move for him. 

They don't.

prompt: chronic pain

He scowls and grumbles under his breath, leaning more weight onto his cane. He remembers when it used to be easy to do simple everyday things, but that time was long ago, and now his body liked to fight him every bit of the way. Everyone tried to reassure him that it was normal, that years of strain simply caught up to them, but he knew deep down it wasn't. 

He had people to blame, had names and faces and places, reasons even, for why his knees ached and his fingers couldn't curl around coffee mugs. It wasn't hard to guess why his jaw was stiff, when his fangs had long been torn from his gums. Or how all of his problems now could be traced to a single event back then, growing up or growing older, done to him under order of the Eldress. 

The other vampires he grew up with had similar problems now, to some extent, but sometimes it felt like Victor was the only one who was vocal about why. He hates it, hates that he's this way, hates that he can't even climb the damn stairs without having to rehash his entire life. 

Sometimes he wondered if he was vocal enough, until he remembers that if he was quieter, maybe he wouldn't ache so much.

The front door opens and closes, and he listens as shoes are shucked off and house keys jingle as they're hung. 

Victor debates staying silent, and then figures that's stupid because when she rounds the corner to go to the kitchen, she'll see him anyway. It's better to just swallow his pitiful pride and get it over with.

"Hey babe," he calls, trying to sound joyful, before that facade falls away too and just leaves him standing and staring at a staircase that hasn't gotten any easier to climb. "How was it?" 

"Exhausting," Nova replies, and Victor can hear her flicking through their mail as she says it. "Remind me not to go next time." 

"I distinctly remember telling you that this morning," he says with a roll of his eyes, but his lips pull all the same. Just hearing her voice is enough to soothe the nonstop ache of his body, as ridiculous as it sounds. Maybe she is magic. 

He listens as she puts the mail away and then makes her way towards him, socks slipping against the hardwood floors.

When she turns the corner, she stops when she sees him, her eyes lingering on the cane he leans against, the hunched draw of his shoulders. He refuses to use the cane as much as possible, and they both know it, an extra precaution for the really bad days, if nothing else. 

"Hey," she says, softly. 

"Hey," he echoes, shifting. 

Nova walks forward, one hand wrapping around the curve of his shoulder. "You could've called me," she whispers, gentle in the ways a daywalker shouldn't be. The Elders would be rolling in their graves if they knew just who she turned out to be.

"And ruin your father's monthly meeting?" he throws back, ever the rebel. "He'd hate me even more." 

She smiles, brushing a hand through his hair. "Let him hate us both then," she dismisses, braver than years ago. Her eyes flicker to the staircase they both stand in front of, looming and empty. "How long have you been standing here, Victor?" 

He shrugs. It's easier than saying the truth. 

Nova slides away from him, turning to the staircase. "Come on," she tells him, tugging gently at his open hand, ever the saint. "Let's go upstairs."

There's never annoyance or anger, when she finds him like this, curling into himself and quiet while he stares at something that should be easy for him to do. She's simply supportive, helpful hands and kind words as they work through the barrier together, always at his side. 

Victor doesn't know where he would be without her. 

Halfway up the stairs and aching, he slumps against her, exhaling shakily. Nova catches him, holds him up, doesn't let go.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles. "I'm sorry I'm such a mess. You didn't sign up for this." One of her hands runs through his hair before coming to a rest on the back of his neck. 

"You're not a burden to me, Victor," she says, not for the first time. "Not now, not ever." He pulls back, and catches her eyes, the encouraging smile still pulling at her lips. "I love you."

A short pause as she leans up to press a kiss to his cheek, his nose. The corner of his jaw. "All of you." And then finally his lips, and all his worries melt away, leaving just him and the person he's promised the rest of his life to.

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James hating Barty because he’s Regulus’ ex is funny and all but James thinking Barty is really hot and having a mini crush on him is objectively funnier

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lowkey baffled by how every actor for the new hp show pretends to be surprised when they immediately get backlash for accepting their roles. “I’m sorry I took a role in the franchise well known for being written by a racist transphobe. I didn’t realize that kind of thing upset people! Sorry if it bothers you. Not going to step down tho ✌️.”

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trying to look nonchalant with my headphones in but I’m blasting the TNS soundtrack

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I’m very mad at how the writers wrote Hunter out of the show. Like why do all that build up with him and Emily and then not have a scene where they talk about their breakup. Didn’t Hunter figure out that Emily broke up with him because of her plan to expose Amanda? This just bothers me so much. After the break up he got less screen time and they barely talked. I get that they did that to develop west and emily but they never managed to even to do that. She could’ve had a wonderful relationship with both boys. Sigh.

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I love it! you really are doing god's work

no idea if this fandom is still alive but I made this a few days ago and thought I would share for the 2 other people who still like emily and hunter