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please yall

your - possessive (this is your pencil)

you’re - you are (you’re so pretty)

there - a location (the car is over there)

their - possessive (that’s their car)

they’re - they are (they’re over there)

it’s - it is (it’s really hot today)

its - possessive (each room has its own bathroom)

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WHATEGEGHEHE

Meet me at midnight…

…for the Lavender Haze music video premiere (!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

taylor.lnk.to/lavenderhazemusicvideo

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when every fic is smut...

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Hello! I have not been active as of recently and I wanted to update you guys. I haven't been active because for once my irl life is actually busy. I might still lurk around. But for now it's goodbye.

#cezz talk

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I’m enchanted to announce my next tour:  Taylor Swift | The Eras Tour, a journey through the musical eras of my career (past and present!) The first leg of the tour will be in stadiums across the US, with international dates to be announced as soon as we can! Feeling like the luckiest person alive because I get to take these brilliant artists out on tour with me: Paramore, beabadoobee, Phoebe Bridgers, girl in red, MUNA, HAIM, GAYLE, Gracie Abrams and OWENN. I can’t WAIT to see your gorgeous faces out there. It’s been a long time coming 🥰

https://verifiedfan.ticketmaster.com/TaylorSwiftTix

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What about picking out pumpkins together! Or pumpkin carving!

As president of the Single on Halloween Club, I feel this. I understand how much some of us desire to be taken to a pumpkin patch. Why didn't I act on this sooner. I'm sorry. I have failed you.

DAMIAN WAYNE X READER

WARNINGS: language

MASTER LIST in BIO

"How many are we looking for?"

You turn to look over your shoulder. He's two rows behind you, hands shoved into his jacket pockets, pushing leaves to the side with the toe of his boot as he stares down at a pumpkin.

"Well I need three," you explain, turning back to the one you're checking out. "I'm gonna carve the three little shits from The Nightmare Before Christmas. You can get as many as you want."

He rolls his eyes. As if he'd want more than one. His designs are always over the top, and always take twice as long as yours do. This year, he's decided to match your theme and copy the iconic curly hilltop scape from the same movie.

"I need a very round one and two tall skinny ones. If we can find them. I can work with all normal ones."

"I'm sure we can find a few to your specifications," he assures. He glances toward the rest of the field. The very big field. The hundreds of pumpkins. And, of course, the other people milling around. Some families, some couples, some clusters of friends.

It's the only one within five miles of Gotham. Tim and Steph are somewhere—up toward the barn getting apple cider, last be saw. You'd been passively browsing supermarkets and parking lot carts for going on two weeks now, and you can't seem to find the right few. Surely you'll find some here.

"What about this one?" he calls, crouching to get a better look at it. Short, fat. It could definitely remind him of that pudgy child with the skeleton shirt.

You step careful over the gourds left in the rows between you, stepping up behind him. He tilts it for your viewing, looking up for your verdict.

The fall sun is blindingly bright today, enjoying its clear skies. He wishes it would've covered up for a moment so it didn't blot your face in shadows for him. You've dressed so nicely today.

Even shadowed by the backlight, you brighten for the pumpkin. "Oh, that one's perfect! I'll get the clippers!" You hurry back down the isle to retrieve the wagon the farm owners gave you at the start and drag it back to him. Then, you kneel beside him with the clippers in hand. As you clamp the blades through the stem, he catches you whispering, "This is gonna look so fuckin' good."

He huffs out a laugh, and picks it up before you get the chance. "One down, three to go."

You follow him back to the wagon, as if you've got to keep an eye on the damned thing, lest he drop it or someone steal it. As if anything you've labeled perfect is something he isn't willing to fist fight a child over.

"What are you looking for?" you ask him, once your first pick is set safely in a back corner of the canvas lined basket.

"Anything will do," he shrugs one shoulder. "A flat face would be preferable."

You prop your hands on your hips and turn toward the bulk of the patch, still standing beside him.

He couldn't care less about the rolling landscape of orange and green and brown. He doesn't care what pumpkin he goes home with. He doesn't even care how the design turns out. Pumpkin carving isn't among his favorite traditions.

But you are. He got to sit on the edge of the bed this morning and watch you pick out clothes and style your hair. The whole townhouse smells like pumpkin spice and maple; it sticks to you, even beneath your favorite fragrance. He gets to stand here and look at you, in jeans and boots and one of his jackets, bathed in bright sunlight. You're glittering in excitement because you do love pumpkin carving.

Later, he's going to get to sit in the living room floor on a cheap plastic table cloth, scooping out cold, slimy pumpkin guts that he'll be digging out from under his nails all night, but it'll all be worth it when you set your pumpkins together on the front stoop. You'll turn on old Halloween favorites that you've watched every year since you were ten. You'll show him one more time how to turn the pumpkin leftovers into pumpkin pie and a spread for toast.

He'll scour this entire field for two skinny pumpkins. He'll walk all one hundred and forty-three rows, look at every pumpkin, to find whatever you want, if you'll walk with him and hold his hand. When you get cold, he'll squish your joined hands into his pocket to pull you just a little closer. Or maybe you'll hook your hand around the bend of his elbow and stick to his side.

He doesn't care if it takes all day. He'll load and carve as many pumpkins as you want. He'll buy you the whole field.

It might not be one of his favorite traditions, but it is one of yours, and that's basically the same thing, isn't it?

Tim calls both of your names, and he decides to ignore how lovely they sound together. You both turn to see he and Stephanie bounding over the rows, each with a disposable cup in either hand. The competitive glance Steph throws over her shoulder tells you that they're racing.

Steph wins. She holds one cup out to you. "We brought you cider," she pants. The cup is a warm relief from the New England chill against your palms.

Tim extends one to Damian when he catches up. "I spilled hand of one of these. Don't remember which one."

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Do you think Damian would be a trickster on halloween? Pranks and sneaking up on people? Especially the reader?

That asshole? Absolutely. But not Beloved™. Beloved gets spooked. Jumping around corners. Laughs immediately following. Everybody else? If there aren't tears shed he considers it a failure

Everyone thought he would grow out of it. Maybe he was just getting twelve years of denied childhood out of his system. Avenging all his missed Halloweens by becoming an absolute holy terror every October.

But no. He doesn't.

As a matter of fact, he grows into it. The older he gets, the more advanced it becomes. The more horror movies he watches, the more ideas he gets. The more money he has access to, the more he can spend on this shit.

He mellows out with you around. Wears party hats begrudgingly, sits through whole Disney movies, glares when people swear around his niece. Yes, that includes you.

This doesn't apply to how much he loves intentionally scaring people. He's still getting older, and it's still getting more elaborate.

The only difference you bring, is that he doesn't target you. He did your first Halloween together. October fifteen, he dropped a fake arm on your bed to wake you up and was, admittedly, a little surprised when the fright on your face brought him more discomfort than enjoyment.

You get rubber spiders dropping out of cabinet doors, plastic cockroaches left by the sink, a gelatin heart on a platter in the fridge. He hops around corners or squeezes your shoulders to get a yelp out of you, but it's all good-natured and you always get kisses afterward.

He left a freakishly realistic severed head in Tim's mini fridge once. Set up speakers around Jason's safehouse to play haunting little melodies for three days straight. He has to be careful when he goes after Dick, because he also spares Mari from the whole affair.

His father gets jumpscares. Damian is thus far the only one with a success rate higher than 40% when it comes to sneaking up on the man. He spends an absurd amount of money on masks alone, solely for this purpose.

Barbara is easy. All he has to do is sneak in and leave some strategically placed mannequin heads with glass eyes in high places around her apartment. For Steph, it's the friendliest clown masks he can find. He's only managed to get Cass twice. Never again. The payback was not worth it.

He's tried to get Alfred a few times. His favorite attempt, one of his most proud to date, followed your insisted upon marathon of the Paranormal Activity movies, plus Poltergeist. He rigged all the cabinet doors and drawers to open and close seemingly on their own, always at an eerie pace, and snuck in twice to stack all the dining chairs at the breakfast table in elaborate positions. You helped with that part.

Terrified Tim, who was very sleep deprived at the time and fully convinced the family's collective bloodshed had finally caught up to them. Alfred, on the other hand, didn't even blink.

He's still trying to figure out how the hell to get Superboy without inflicting any actual psychological damage.

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TRUE CRIME PODCASTER: *in the same cadence you would tell a preschooler a bedtime story* ...and this guy was kinda freakin gross! He would hang his victims on meat hooks in his shack! I'm not gonna lie guys, that sounds pretty icky! Major red flag moment, LOL! But do you know who WOULDNT send you human organs? Our sponsor, HelloFresh!

LOST MEDIA YOUTUBER: *in the same cadence you would issue a debriefing on a terrorist attack* Number 7. The Oonglydoomples. *scary transition sound to slowed down footage of a kids show with a crt filter over it* The Oonglydoomples was a kids show on Nick Jr that ran from 2001 to 2003 that was about Jake Oonglydoomple's adventures in the big city. Only one episode of it has ever surfaced online. We have tried to get into contact with the shows creator, Mark Wankencock, but we've had no luck. Maybe someday, we'll all oonglydoomp once again.

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Exam season is making me have multiple mental breakdowns. Thank God for Taylor Swift

#cezz talk #taylor swift #midnights #swifties

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It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me. - Anti-hero

#cezz talk #johv recommends #taylor swift #swifties #midnights

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I EMBODY THESE

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Midnights is a wild ride of an album and I couldn’t be happier that my co pilot on this adventure was Jack Antonoff. He’s my friend for life (presumptuous I know but I stand by it) and we’ve been making music together for nearly a decade HOWEVER… this is our first album we’ve done with just the two of us as main collaborators. We’d been toying with ideas and had written a few things we loved, but Midnights actually really coalesced and flowed out of us when our partners (both actors) did a film together in Panama. Jack and I found ourselves back in New York, alone, recording every night, staying up late and exploring old memories and midnights past. We were so lucky to also work with our brilliant collaborators Sam Dew, Sounwave, Lana Del Rey, Jahaan Sweet, Keanu Beats, William Bowery, and Zoe Kravitz. Laura Sisk was our excellent engineer. The wonderful and wise Beth Garrabrant took the album photographs. Midnights is a collage of intensity, highs and lows and ebbs and flows. Life can be dark, starry, cloudy, terrifying, electrifying, hot, cold, romantic or lonely. Just like Midnights. Which is out now  

https://taylor.lnk.to/taylorswiftmidnights

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Here’s the teaser trailer for the videos I’ve made for Midnights 🌌 Thank you Amazon for premiering this, the first video for Anti-Hero will be out tomorrow at 8am ET. And Midnights will be here SO SOON!!!

https://taylor.lnk.to/taylorswiftmidnights

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-boops your nose- send this to ten blogs you think are lovely and deserve a boop on the nose. 🖤~booooop~<^_^>

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