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Amy Santiago+ Ours

Taylor Swift Writing Challenge: Ours

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synopsis: When your precint found out about your relationship with Amy, suddenly the best place in the world turned into a gossip den.

warnings: little bit of angst.

You spent exactly forty-three seconds on the elevator. The worst forty-three seconds of your entire live. No one talked to you, but you heard the giggles. The whisperings. You could felt their gaze burning your back. Their thoughts were so fucking loud.

You knew that if Amy was there no one would dare make a single noise. They wouldn't have the courage. But it's only you, and you're not a sargent.

Out of that metal box, the weigh of the world were on your shoulders. It's been like that the whole week. They act like they didn't knew you. Like they didn't spend every single day working with you before. You feel like an animal on an zoo.

You went straight to the bathroom, almost running towards it. "Hey!" You heard Terry, but you didn't turn. You didn't want to be seen crying.

People look at you like you had commited an crime. Or worse, they look at you like you're with Amy because of your job. Like you're trying to fuck your way to the top. People look at you like they weren't your friends last week.

"Baby?" Of course Amy is there. Terry and that big fucking mouth. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yes", you tried to answer her. "I'm fine."

She didn't answer you. For a few seconds, nothing happened. "We're alone", Amy told you. Not a request, not a plea, just a confirmation that nothing you did would embarrassed yourself. It was all you could wish to hear.

"They judge me like they know a damn thing about me and you." You tried to stop crying, alone on another box. The difference is that this time it smeels bad. "I don't know if I can take this."

"People throw rocks at things that shine." Amy made you laugh. It was so sweet, sometimes you forget that she also love those kinda of cheesy sentences. "I'm here with you. We against the world, right?"

You unlocked the door. "What if nothing change? I think my job will be..."

"No one will make anything to you." Amy hold you closer. "We aren't prohibited from dating. We did nothing wrong, and Captain Holt know that. Your job will stay as it is."

"I don't know, is just.. Life makes love look hard."

"Sometimes it will be, but I'm here. I'll fight their doubt and give you faith. I'll be right here."

"I love you."

"Of course you do." Amy hugged you. "And I love you too."

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I had to ♥️

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[menervaloki]

Lover 🩷🍨🌸

[swftpoet]

hey Mr. Styles are you okay? Good?

if that are from me, I probably kill myself, nevermore put my face for the game.

Take your time, but, think twice times before broke any other girl heart. My own songs for you(just platonic), could never be more cruel Truth.

And I had this fame, been cruel with things I wrote about people who's break me. By the way, take your time Mr styles...

can i ask you a question?

are we out of the woods yet? are we in the clear yet? why'd you have to go and lock me out when i let you in? didnt they tell us don't rush into things? didn't you calm my fears with a chesire cat smile? what if all i need is you? why'd you have to lead me on? why'd you have to twist the knife? why'd you have to make me love you? was it over when she laid down on your couch? was it over then? is it over now? did you leave her house in the middle of the night? did you wish you'd put up more of a fight when she said it was too much? do you wish you could still touch her?

its just a question.

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taylor swift headers (fearless)

[thamineh-13]

[soniruza]

Appreciation post with every single Taylor Room I've done so far! 💛💜❤️🩵🩷🩶🤎💙🤍

The Taylor Swift Room and the Reputation Room won't be done until we have their Taylor's Version re-release (it would only be fair!).

[therewasholyground]

the lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night

[rainbowfelions]

Stunning 💜

📸 credit to phillyswiftieee in Twitter

[imgonnagetyoubackk]

"Reclaiming my past made me fall back in love with it ."

[madwomansapologist]

untouchable + Queen Maeve (the boys)

Taylor Swift Writing Challenge: Untouchable

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synopsis: You fell in love with Margaret, but all you can do is watch her on TV wondering if one day you won't feel so alone.

warnings: little bit of angst. Vought deserves it's own warning. read this while hearing Untouchable, on the album Fearless, by Taylor Swift

It was an expensive dress. The brand was named after its designer, you couldn't write it down if you weren't looking. French, maybe German. But the high heels, oh, you know that name. Louboutin. Dark green, with jewels studded over the fingers, lightweight. The makeup was not done by you, but by a Vought makeup artist.

And it was like that, perfect from head to toe, that you spend your friday night devouring cheeseburgers while watching Pride and Prejudice and trying not to cry.

The lights were off, but that didn't mean you were on the dark. Maeve's apartment at Vought had a wide, floor-to-ceiling window, that let you observe the whole city. Not only the stars, but every single light burning down the tower. It made you feel even more alone.

She didn't even send you a message. Ashley was the one that called you. She was the one that told you that Margaret couldn't make it tonight. She was the one that send you cheeseburgers and wine and told you to have a you night. And Margaret... she didn't even send you a fucking message.

When Mr. Darcy crossed the field with that grey coat you decided to turn it off. You made the whole night without crying, but you're not strong enough to hear his last plea.

You pressed some buttons and a news channel echoed through the room. Journalists were arguing, or perhaps it was deputies. It didn't matter, they talked about police brutality or something. It was the same as always: someone said something coherent and the other person accused them of being a communist. You just turned your brain off, and let the bold colors hypnotize you.

But at some point she appeared. Smiling. That person look just like your Maggie, but it isn't her. It was Queen Maeve. The hero. The fighter. The woman of the decade. Inspiration from children around the world. On screen you saw a goddess, not your wife.

You knew it would be hard. You were prepared for all types of shit. But you thought you both were a team. That she would be beside you, fighting along with you. You were ready to deal with violence, and threats, and homophobia and the fear of losing her. But not the loneliness.

Margaret is more than just a star. She burns brighter than the sun. But she's also as distant as it. And it hurts you. It breaks you. Because all you want if for her to sit beside you and be there. How hard it is to be there to someone you love? How could she not see how this is killing you?

You should've ended this. You mom told you that, but you just couldn't. Because when she's next to you, it's like a little taste of heaven. You feel like come undone. But those wonderful moments don't last forever. They always end, and they always end with she moving away from you.

And after so long apart, when you thought that she would finally be there, you end up alone on a expensive couch watching her from a big screen.

The commercials worked like lullabies. Soon you fell asleep. Crooked on the sofa, with your neck in a way that wouldn't give you peace the next day, and your feet out of the blanket. It was a dreamless sleep.

But you woke up feeling a weight on your body. You blinked, trying to understand where you were. You're on the bed. Covered, without that tight dress, and with socks on your feet.

"It's late," she murmured. Maggie were right beside you, hugging your sleepy body. Closed eyelids, tired voice. "Everything will be fine."

That promise lived in limbo between truth and lie. You know she wants it to be true, but she can't guarantee it. Every night after another disappoiment you both have to make a choice. And you both always chose the same.

Maggie always chooses to say what you want to her.

And you always choose to say what she wants to hear. "Welcome home."

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Tava com essa ideia na minha cabeça e precisava muito tirar do papel. Peguei minha irmã e fotografamos nosso editorial TTPD inspired: “Departamento dos Leitores Torturados”. 🤍

I had this idea in my head that I needed to create so badly. I got my sister to model this TTPD inspired photoshoot: “The Tortured Readers Department” 🤍. Hope you like it!

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[swftpoet]

Day 86th

I keep my side that street clean...

WELL, karma is a God, she never lie, now I know 🫶

[taylornation]

Autumn leaves are falling down like pieces into place because Red Taylor's Version season is here (like it ever left). 🍂