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I, too, would save the little hamster guinea pig

THUNDERBOLTS* (2025)

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There's glitter on the floor after the party Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor You and me, forevermore

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💥 Small Writing Habits That Genuinely Changed How I Write 💥

listen. i’m not here to sell you a productivity system or convince you that waking up at 5am will make you a novelist. i am deeply Not That Girl. HOWEVER, here are 5 chaotic little writing habits that quietly rearranged my brain chemistry:

✏️ typing BEFORE i know what happens i used to think i had to outline everything before writing. wrong. i get more done when i let the scene surprise me. just start with vibes and a line of dialogue. the rest shows up once you start moving.

🗣️ saying the scene out loud like a play no joke. talking my scenes out like a script?? life-changing. the pacing, the emotion, the rhythm of it all makes more sense when i act like i’m gossiping about my blorbos in a voice memo.

⌛ 20-minute timers (not for productivity, just to start) i tell myself “just 20 minutes.” sometimes i stop. sometimes i blink and it’s 2 hours later and someone’s been emotionally eviscerated in chapter 12. this one’s black magic. use wisely.

🕯️ re-reading my WIP like a book no editing, no judging, just reading through with snacks like it’s already published. changes how i see the pacing and emotional arcs. also reminds me it doesn’t completely suck.

🧂 leaving in the messy parts i used to delete scenes that felt “off.” now i just write a little comment like “THIS IS BAD BUT KEEP GOING.” turns out momentum matters more than vibes. shocking, i know.

anyway. tiny habits. huge mental rewiring. 10/10. highly recommend.

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drunken night.

| T.S

Warnings: Use of alcohol, Tay getting drunk and having near memory loss, R more sober, but a little there.

Summary: When you and Taylor spend the night with a little bit of wine in celebration, you couldn't help but adore the way she was being silly until you both went to bed.

Word Count: 2.1k

Category: fluff!!!

| Started on 10/03/2025, 3:44 PM |

| Finished on 18/06/2025, 10:20 PM |

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“Oh, sweetheart, you're silly.”

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The moon was high in the sky, full with bright stars in the clearing.

The house barely held any sounds, and it had been a night after awards, where you watched Taylor win a category in iHeart, with her sitting beside you on the couch. Until, at least, you both had decided to celebrate with some drinks.

So now, Taylor was sitting on the floor, beside Meredith, who might as well seem just as drunk as her from how the cat was laid down, stomach up, and tail tickling at Taylor’s legs.

You sipped on your own wine, but you were still the utmost sober, and since the show ended, you switched the tv off. She had her eyes on you, still sipping her drink, and you raise your eyebrows.

“Okay, baby, I think you’ve had one waaay too many drinks tonight…” you say softly, smiling as you rested your arm on the couch, seeing the sight on the floor; which was Taylor sitting there with her strands of hair falling loose from her ponytail.

“Noo, it's never enough drinks,” she fought back gently, holding her glass closer to her chest in a protective manner, and her lips had pouted. You wanted to give a gentle pinch to her cheeks almost, just to add on to it.

“And…’baby’? I’m taken. You should know that.” She added in, raising a brow. Upon that, you purse your lips in to try stopping yourself from laughing. Taylor only looked at you in skepticism, and guarding herself.

You gazed at her. “Sweetheart. Taken…by me,” you say it clearly, unable to believe your very own girlfriend managed to completely forget she even was yours.

Taylor took her moment to process this, and she looked to the side, as if Meredith could give her any help, but the cat only murred in response.

She looked at you again. “By you?” Another sip to her drink went by, and you were sure that was only going to add on to her memory loss.

“You’re too…gorgeous.” Her free hand gestured in a meaningless circle with her index finger, before she turned it over, palm open in the air.

You try your best to stifle a giggle, soon helping her out by showing your hand. She squinted. There was something shiny on one of your fingers. Then she blinked, her eyes widening. A ring.

“Oh…” Her lips breathed out, in realization, as her mind tried connecting the dots. It was simple. An easy thing to figure out, really.

Taylor then looked down, and her own hand showed a matching ring. Rose gold. Hers had a sun shape that was filled with a yellow gem, and yours had an empty sun, with the crystals around it. She could fit her gem to your empty circle.

“Oh!” she said, movijg back with wider eyes, as if surprised (which, in her state, she completely was), and you leaned back, failing miserably in trying to hold yourself back from any more laughter.

“Well, I picked perfectly…” she whispered, shaking her head. It was even more endearing that she even thought that you were out of her league when you were sure that she was way above you.

Not that anything could touch that kind of ‘pedestal view’ now, with the both of you having been married for nearly a year, and loving each other equally within it.

“Exactly, baby.” You nod, shifting gently on the couch, and reaching for the polaroid camera on the coffee table nearby. Taylor put down her glass of wine, but not because she had the same idea.

“Come here, then. I wanna be close to you,” she says, opening her arms and reaching out for you, her fingers urging you to get closer.

“Wait, wait, let me take a pic of you first,” you murmured, checking that there’s still film before letting yourself see through the viewfinder.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could take a pic of me…” she pouted again, seeing you angle the lens over to her.

You chuckled softly. “Just to remember the night?” You offered, giving her a small reassuring smile when you momentarily brought the camera down to look at her, then returned it back up.

She didn’t even hesitate then, as if forgetting she even protested, and puckered her lips for a kissing pose, closing her eyes. It was an adorable sight.

A click of the shutter goes by, with the flash brightening everything up, and she was glad she closed her eyes. “Okay. There.” You lowered the camera, and saw the polaroid coming out from it, which you took out.

You then finally move to go over to her, hearing the purring of Meredith even louder, who had curled up more from the flash of the picture earlier.

Once she felt you sitting in her lap, she wrapped her arms around you instantly, burying her face off to your neck to simply nestle herself there. You laughed at the tickle, feeling it as she gave you a love attack with kisses.

Taylor only held you closely after, her chin taking home on your shoulder. “I love you,” she whispered. It was so close to your ear, you could feel her breath against your skin.

“I love you too, baby,” you replied back in softness. She smiled widely, and gave a kiss to your cheek, before squeezing you in the embrace.

“Miine.” Her voice was outright in making it known, the word being meant for you, and you only. Your heart might explode if she went on any further.

“You’re so cute when you’re drunk…” Your hand gently ran down the curve of her spine, then back up, soothing her down—as if she wasn’t already fully relaxed the moment you sat with her.

“But really, baby, it’s getting late.” You leaned back, seeing her start to pout again. It had you nearly faltering your encouragement towards her.

“We should be getting to bed…” If things couldn’t get worse, you were sure she was giving you puppy eyes now. Oh, the woman you fell in love with.

“Okay, but just a couple more kisses,” she said, stealing away a peck on your cheek, a soft one on your eyebrow, then all the way to trail down from your forehead, and to your nose.

“There.” Once she was finished, she looked at you in your eyes, seeing the amusement rising, and she couldn’t help but smile knowingly.

You raised your eyebrows. “Mmhm? You satisfied?” you asked, double checking the things she needed to do before you were able to go to your shared bedroom.

“Much.” She confirms, although then, ended up giving one soft surprise kiss on your lips; the place she loved most. “Now I really am.”

You chuckled, shaking your head gently, then carefully pried her arms off you to get up. She watches you, seeing a hand offered down to her, and she took it.

Once the both of you were on your legs, Meredith’s ears perked up, and she followed along, her tail swaying behind her. You peeked down to see the cat, a smile raising as she already knew it was time to return to the cozy bedroom.

You walked to the stairs with Taylor's hand still in yours, her steps somewhat stable, although showing a little swaying.

“Careful, baby,” you murmur, slipping your arm around her instead so she had more support, and a dopey smile raised upon her lips.

“Yes, yes…you be careful too,” she said back to you, taking the step up, which was safe enough as she held onto you, and then the rails with her other hand.

“I’m not the one drunk and having a tripping hazard,” you point out, reasoning with her on why exactly you were concerned, not just because you cared. And of course, loved her with all your heart.

She looked at you incredulously. “It still stands?! Even if you’re sober. Should’ve had more, so that weee could be drunk toogeether,” she said, her voice melodic by the end to be playful in the way she could. You giggled softly, feeling her fingers dancing on your shoulder.

“Then we’d both have to sleep downstairs…either on the couch, or on the floor completely. And who’s gonna take care of you when you’re hungover tomorrow?” You look at her, then the steps below you, seeing visually, how far you needed to go.

“Being hungover is for the weak…” she slurred, letting go of the rails to hold one finger pointing in the air, and lost her balance a little, which caused you to tilt her back upright slightly in panic. She didn’t even really notice. It was almost like she was teasing you at this point. “But the couch and floor is fun.”

You breathed out in relief, and chuckled. “Nope.” She looked at you, feeling the way your arm tightened around her waist, keeping a firm, yet gentle hold as you focused.

“Yep,” she said, mindlessly, popping the ‘P’ in the word. She kept her feet going, despite everything, even with a couple times where her toes had just ever so slightly grazed against an edge of a step instead of landing properly.

“Nope. Sore bodies, baby.” You stood your ground in the conversation. It was almost impressive that you two even made it up to the top of the staircase. She thought it over with a hum, then tilted her head with a nod.

“Okay,” she accepted, soon looking over to the door of your shared bedroom. You were focused on the music room, noticing the lights were still on from the session Taylor did earlier, realizing she had probably forgotten to turn it off during her excitement of the awards being today.

On your way down the hall, you paused to reach over and turn the light switch off after checking everything. Taylor had resorted to resting her cheek against your shoulder, slightly squished, with her oh-so messy hair.

You smile when you see her being so comfy. “Did I forget to turn off the lights?” She asked, her eyes showing how tired she truly was getting, her eyelids falling droopy.

“Probably, baby,” you whispered, keeping your voice hush to be soft on her ears. You gave a small, gentle boop to her nose.

“‘M sorry.” You raised your eyebrows at her apology, as this was a house she owned, and practically, the bills are not the end of the world for her. Her eyes looked up at you.

You leaned in to place a soft, reassuring kiss on her forehead. “Shh, it's okay. Just a light. I do that too.” Then, you led her over to the bedroom, where you both arrived in the cozy, familiar space that you spent all your time in.

She relaxes once she collapses into bed, pulling up the covers to get cozy, and pulling you entirely with her without hesitation. Meredith had already found her spot somewhere in the room, arriving earlier than the two of you. Olivia was...somewhere in the house. Benjamin was possibly still on the couch napping.

You sighed softly, curling up against her and nuzzling into her chest, all in to also protect yourself in warmth from the ac’s coldness.

She gave you a soft kiss on the temple, tugging you closer and intertwining your legs like she always loved to do.

For a moment, there was just quietness. But then you had something on your mind that you couldn’t quite get rid of. “Question…” you spoke with a low volume.

“Mmnnmhm?” she hummed, her cheek resting against you as she did so, and was just about to close her eyes.

“If you were drunk, and forgot you’re with me, but also think you’re single, would you…flirt with anyone else?” you asked, adjusting yourself slightly to look up at her, capturing those pretty blue eyes.

“Not possible,” she said, her voice a gentle sing-song tone. A smile rose on her lips, and it was comforting, in a way.

“But you just forgot I was even yours…” you tried adding in, but she shook her head to let your thoughts be run down.

“Mmn, mm. You’re still my one and only. Nothin’ in the world can change that. Not even when ‘m drunk,” she said, even through her messy yet clearly heart stolen words that you can’t even tell is from her being drunk or sleepy, she was being true.

“Now sleep,” she whispered. Maybe you were a teensy bit tipsy yourself too. Just a little.

You started to close your eyes, a smile resting on your lips as you do, and even if you couldn’t see her, she had the same look on her face.

If anyone wanted to know the rings tay and R has :] :

extras for anyone who wouldn’t like a heart :

they're not completely accurate to my imagination other than the pretty sun one, but they are similar!!

I just remembered about wedding day while writing this, so I thought it was a cute little add on, mwah<3

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You walked into a room. You made it brighter. You felt lot of joy. You were so kind. When I look at you, I don't see your mistakes.

THUNDERBOLTS* (2025)

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I thank everything I build my blog to be a safe place and not allow anything else

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Taylor Swift ━ 50th American Music Awards (2022)

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I just got wound battles from rock climbing

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it is honestly amazing how much of writing and editing is just. logistics. like... do i use a name here or a pronoun? if i move this dialogue tag to the middle of this line and break it in half, does the end of the line hit harder that way? what if i move the tag to the front? what if i remove it entirely? ...wait, whose point of view am i in; can i reasonably say this character is appalled, or must i say they look or seem or sound appalled? is this a deliberate action or a step-removed one; is her hand closing on his shoulder, or is she closing her hand on his shoulder? environment environment environment, we need to break all this dialogue up with some narration, the scene is coming untethered. what! are! they doing! with! the rest of their bodies that are not hands! fuck fuck fuck FUCK i forgot we covered this two chapters ago and now i either need to cut this whole chunk or find a reason to reprise the conversation from earlier. name or pronoun? name or pronoun? name or pronoun? move this clause around in this sentence? oh i'll add this phrase-- nope, never mind, past!me added the same phrase two lines down. okay, if i add too much environmental narration it's going to take away from this bit, but not enough and it won't feel grounded. what if i move this to its own line? where the FUCK are their hands?

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I get to be more free as an adult than I ever did as a child and I think more kids need to know that. as a high schooler part of what made my depression so bad was being told over and over again that it was the most carefree time of my life. while I was trapped in an abusive home + amongst bullies at school + in a body that wasn’t right for me. opportunities to be carefree don’t end when you turn 18. you can be more you than ever as an adult and that’s such a gift. I know ‘it can get better’ is an annoying thing to see over and over when you’re as trapped as I was back then. and I know that if you’re still a kid you deserve to be free right this second. but it can and will get better and this is not where life stops being interesting. promise

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I don't think I've had a good year in a while guys like what is this

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if you make that female character less goth as a sign of her ~healing~ or ~improving her life~ I will kill you

make her MORE gloriously dark and over-the-top. she's growing into herself. she's getting comfortable being who she wants to be. do you see the vision. I am crying and throwing things

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writers who make playlists before writing anything scare me. how are you setting a mood for something that doesn’t exist yet. are you conjuring it. are you a witch.

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I’ve never felt like there’s just one way to be beautiful. You know, tall or short – straight hair or curly. Or some people have their definitions of their “types”. You know, for me I think that when I meet someone and there’s that magical thing about them that makes them unforgettable – that they’re sincere and honest in whoever they are -be that funny, happy, sad, going through a rough time, sarcastic – I think that these personality traits that come through when somebody is really sincere is what makes them beautiful.

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Do we have a franz kafka diary entry for july 1st, i want to know what he thinks!!!