Welcome to Mack Hurt His Wrist Earlier This Week and now that it’s feeling better he still refuses to do anything more than rough sketching lol

a little drabble inspired by this message from @fourdrinkamy​ ant how big and alert mac’s eyes are!! i'm gonna go cry again

it’s crazy that waking up at 6.30am is considered a lie in for him now. with a newborn, who is half-santiago, long gone are the days he’d sleep in til noon. most days he’s up before it’s even light outside. his coffee intake has more than quadrupled, but it’s totally worth it to hang out with the baby they wanted for so long.

his bed is empty, which is a little unusual. amy likes to stay in bed with mac in the mornings and snuggle under the covers and finish last night’s crossword together (she gives him the clues and pretends he knows the answer, booping him on his lil nose before filling in the appropriate boxes) (it’s the cutest thing in the entire world).

he fumbles for the baby monitor on his nightstand, blindly turning it on. it crackles, then he hears amy’s laughter.

he’s always loved her laugh. the way her eyes crinkle in the corners, the way she tilts her head, the way she keeps a not-so-secret note in her phone of the funniest things he’s said (she started it when he was in florida) (it was rosa’s idea to help ease the pain of missing him) (whenever he catches her adding to it he falls in love even more and gets brainstorming on the next joke).

he still thinks about their undercover date as johnny and dora when she said him making her laugh was how she knew he was the one. he’s always been the class clown (or now, precinct clown) (terry literally hired him to be a clown at cagney and lacey’s 3rd birthday party) but ever since he met her outside that elevator, he’s really only cared about making one person laugh.

her.

thrilled that their son has inherited his comedic talents, and already missing his 2 favourite people, he hops out of bed and heads for the nursery, leaning against the door frame to take in the tableau.

amy is in the rocking chair her mom and dad gave them (it was the one they used for all their babies and as amy was their only daughter, they thought it was the perfect baby gift), mac swaddled in her arms. she has her phone out, showing him something, and mac’s big, alert eyes are staring right at it, a tiny baby smile tracing his lips.

“thought we had a no screen time before 9am rule?”

she glances up at him, her own smile widening. “i guess motherhood has turned me into a rebel”

“oh yeah, you’re a total rebel” he teases, thinking back to yesterday when they went to ikea for some finishing touches to the nursery and she made him walk all the way round to go back and get something they forgot, just so they weren’t walking against the direction of the arrows. “what’s so important that it’s got you breaking rules, santiago?”

“oh, nothing” she shrugs, acting cool. “just showing him some pictures”

he narrows his eyes suspiciously. call it detective intuition. “what pictures?”

“just some ones of you, doesn’t matter”

he pieces together the final piece of the puzzle (metaphorically, of course, because he always loses at least one piece and it drives amy crazy that they can never finish a 2,000 piece puzzle that they’ve spent days working on). “YOU’RE SHOWING HIM THE NOSE RING PHOTO!”

“what? no” she says way too quick and he can see through her lies like the perp he arrested last week that denied stabbing a guy, despite holding a knife and being covered in blood

“you swore you would never tell anyone!”

“and i’ve kept that promise all these years! i just got my phone out to take a picture of him making a cute face and then my phone said my storage was full, you know, because i’ve been taking so many pictures of him, and then i was going back and deleting stuff from my camera roll when i found it”

“i have never felt more betrayed. and by my own wife” he makes a noise of disgust

“i’m sorry, babe, but it’s just so funny. he loves it, look”

he walks over to them and watches as amy swipes right to a random picture of some binders and then left, back to the nose ring photo, mac’s face lighting up at the offending image

“you think laughing at daddy is cool, pal?” he points an accusing finger at mac who makes a gurgling happy sound (that’s not quite a laugh yet, but is the closest baby version to it and is his new favourite sound in the world) (even better than taylor’s bridge in last kiss and the way amy says his name whenever he’s done something sweet)

“only when he has long hair and a nose ring” amy responds on mac’s behalf

“hilarious” he deadpans, rolling his eyes. he cut his hair years ago and yet his wife will not let him live it down

“you tell him embarrassing stories about me!” she cries

“amy, all your embarrassing stories are that you got an a- on a test once or you solved a case in two weeks instead of one or your ponytail wasn’t quite as shiny as it usually is. it’s not nose ring level embarrassing”

“fine,” she concedes “i apologise, i won’t bring it up again. unless he wants a nose ring, in which case it is my duty as his mom to show him how dumb he’d look”

“fine,” he agrees, ignoring the hurtful comment. he actually looked super cool and he scored one whole date because of the nose ring until it got infected and he had to take it out and the girl was no longer interested. whatever. her loss. he ended up with his dream girl anyway

“want to hold him and make friends again while i go change into something not covered in baby spit-up?”

“always.” he carefully accepts the precious cargo, bouncing him gently in his arms. he kisses amy before she leaves the room, squashing mac in between them, and spends the next 20 minutes showing mac all his amy photos, the 9am rule be damned

(yeah, he’s a rebel too. he once had a freakin’ nose ring)

when amy returns in clean clothes and her natural curls that she hasn’t bothered taming since mac was born, she raises her eyebrows. “showing him embarrassing photos of me? low blow, peralta”

“i’m actually not, santiago,” he says snarkily, then murmurs “i couldn’t find any” under his breath

“then why have you still got a screen in front of him?” she rests one hand on her hip

“i’m showing him normal pictures of you. he needs to see how pretty his mom is, babe! it’s a rite of passage! like a bar mitzvah”

she gets this soft look on his face despite herself and he would pat himself on the back if he weren’t holding his son

“for the record,” he adds, “he thinks his mom is suuuuper pretty. the prettiest mom in the entire world”

“he told you that did he?” she laughs

“mm-hmm. we’re bros so he confided in me, he probably wouldn’t say it again while you’re around but he’s definitely thinking it”

“well thank you my little macaroni,” she coos and honest to god, the nickname (of his nickname) was only supposed to be a joke at first, but now it’s kind of stuck and their entire family are calling him macaroni

(charles loves it)

(the first time hitchcock and scully heard it, on the other hand, they thought someone had brought in a delicious bowl of macaroni and cheese and were highly disappointed that they were just talking about the baby again, storming back to their desks in a huff)

“i think you’re very handsome too, mr mac”

“i told you, ames. he’s liquid fire. liquid. fire.”

she laughs again and mac gurgles and he thinks that if he can spend his entire life doing that, making his 2 favourite people laugh, then they’re going to be ok

Slowly but surely - Maleficent

Request: can you write a fem!reader x maleficent where the reader was found injured in the moors and maleficent decided to take care of her, not wanting to fall in love but in the end she does??

Summary: The reader is from our world and is found by Aurora and the co. In the middle of the Moors. Some explanations are demanded on either side.

Pairing: Maleficent x fem!reader, mom!Maleficent x daughter!Aurora

Warnings: none I think except my crappy writing 

A/N: Been listening to lots of Elton

Song: Tiny Dancer by Elton John 

“I am not-”

“Mother please,” Aurora looked up at her with her big blue eyes. Her hand was still resting over the unconscious’ woman’s hand. Her pale skin was dirtied by mud and blood, and her breathing seemed to be rather heavy. Maleficent grimaced at the thought of helping another completely unknown person. 

“Just heal her, please. We will handle everything else.”

“Where did she come from,” Diaval furrowed his eyebrows, and Aurora turned her head to look at the crow at the end of the bed. 

“We do not know,” She sighed and glanced at Philip. “We were riding and found her in these weird clothes in a pitch.” 

The princess turned to Maleficent once more and cocked her head to the side, knowing she had the fae wrapped around her little finger. Maleficent held back an eye roll and swished her hand, the golden swirl settled on the stranger’s body, healing her wounds and cleaning her appearance. 

“I want to meet her once she wakes up,” Maleficent informed to the people in the room. She glanced at the weird-looking woman on the big bed and squinted her eyes. Where did you come from?

Where am I? 

...

And what am I wearing?

Y/N blinked furiously as she sat up, on the creaky bed, her abs were aching. Furrowing her eyebrows she slowly got up, cracking her toes while she was at it. Jesus, how long had she been out? Y/N walked slowly, pushing the heavy wooden door open and taking a peak from the hallway outside. She seemed to be in some sort of castle. It kinda reminded her of one of those Taylor Swift music videos. Her eyes set on the small pitchfork for the fireplace.

She stepped outside and skipped over to the window by the end of the hallway, a very medieval-looking village opened before her eyes. Y/N clutched the pitchfork in her hands even tighter.

“The hell...?”

“Oh, good you’re awake,” A female voice spoke up and Y/N jumped around in her spot. She held up the pitchfork up and was met with a blonde looking woman. Y/N gulped down and tried to put up a strong face. 

“What the hell is this place? Who are you?”

“You’re in my home. We found you injured in the woods,” The woman answered with a kind voice. It was so soft and innocent Y/N involuntarily let the pitchfork fall back on her side. 

”Your home as in...?”

”The Moors of course,” she answered with a slightly confused smile. Aurora couldn’t comprehend how this strange woman couldn’t know where she was. Everyone knew the place, no one ever talked about anything else. 

”My name’s Aurora?” She said in a slightly questioning voice, thinking the stranger would have maybe recognized her already.

Y/N let her grip on the pitchfork loosen and it fell on the floor with a loud clank. Aurora slightly cringed at the loudness while Y/N was freaking her mind out in her spot. She blinked rapidly and felt her chest move up and down rapidly with her breathing. Her hands brushed through her hair, a nervous habit she had.

”You’re not... I-I mean your- Was your father named Stefan?” She rambled, very confused and very scared. 

”Why, yes. He was,” Aurora was taken back. ”How did you know?”

”Aurora? What is this?” A new voice joined their conversation and Y/N was ready to jump through the window. When she turned around and was faced with a... fairy of sorts, Y/N was ready to actually jump through the glass. She looked at the woman, eyes wide and mouth open but in return did not get more than a bat of an eye. Her heart was going through the roof, Y/N was sure she was going into cardiac arrest.

“Godmother,” Aurora walked next to Y/N and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. The human looked at the blonde and then the woman, and back at Aurora. 

“This is...” The princess looked at Y/N in question, realizing she hadn’t even gotten her name yet. It took good 30 seconds for Y/N’s brain to function properly once again. 

“Y-Y/N,” she blabbered and blinked furiously. 

“I’m sorry but... how, did I get here?” 

Aurora and Maleficent shared a look, this was going to be a long night. 

Days passed, then months and soon Y/N realized she had been in the world of fairies and pixies for almost a year. Still, there was no evidence on how she managed to detach herself from her original world, nor how could she ever get back. Y/N did her best to be useful and help around the Moors and the castle until she’d depart, but given the long wait, she had grown used to waking up in her bed in the castle (Maleficent still would not let her spend more than the daylight at Moors), smelling the sweet baked cakes and cookies when getting breakfast and smiling and chatting with the villagers. They were such lovely folk and very understanding. Trade was common, so gold wasn’t really that necessary. Y/N admired that, the community was tightly knit but they didn’t even hesitate to take her in. 

So it did confuse her when one of the first people she had met didn’t want anything to do with her. 

“Miss Y/N, would you like some bread?”

“oh shut it, George, she clearly is in the mood for apples, freshly picked,” The town villagers bickered playfully to which Y/N chuckled and politely said no. 

“Fresh shrimp! Fresh shrimp, straight from the sea,” A merchant walked past Y/N with a stroller full of shrimps and crabs. Y/N smiled to him also and continued her stroll towards the music shop. 

“Ah, Y/N, yes, yes, come in. I have it right back there, sit, sit I’ll be right back,” The older man, Thomas, exclaimed as soon as Y/N stepped inside the shop. She chuckled at the elder’s antics and leaned to the counter to wait for her ukulele. Y/N had no idea if that was what the people here called it, but after drawing a picture for them, Thomas was eager to build her one. Music was something Y/N was missed dearly from her old world. 

“And here, she’s a beauty. You chose the wood perfectly,” Thomas showed her the final product. Y/N looked at it in awe, it must have been the most precise and beautiful ukulele she had ever held. The dark wood was smooth and almost silky in her hands. The strings worked together perfectly, Y/n couldn’t hear one note out of place. 

“Here you go,” She gave Thomas his money and played a couple of chords. 

“It’s amazing, thank you so much.” 

Thomas looked at the ukulele with pride and nodded to the girl. 

“You must play at the fall festival,” he boasted, holding his thumbs underneath his suspenders. “You sound rather dashing.” 

Y/N blushed a little and hung the ukulele around her neck from the leather belt. 

“I-I’m not s sure of that. But thank you, really,” She dismissed herself as another client came into the shop. 

Now very content with the ukulele around her neck, and feeling much more at home, Y/N sneaked out of the village and near the edge of the forest, where the Moors was hidden. She sighed, wondering if anyone would mind her going in at this time of the day as the sun was setting. She’d love to see the sunset from the waterfalls someday, but a certain someone immediately crossed her mind from thinking about it. 

So Y/N ended up staying by a lonely tree in the middle of the field. There was a strong branch, not far away from the ground where she spent most of her time, watching the sunset down the horizon. When the golden and pink rays hit her face and made everything a tad bit magical. 

“And you can hear me. When I say softly... slowly” Y/N played with he strings and finding the right tabs. She cleared her throat, watching the sunset and sang to herself quietly. 

“Hold me closer tiny dancer” A couple of strings weren’t right and she corrected herself. 

“Count the headlights on the highway. Lay me down in sheets of linen. You had a busy day today.” 

“What a sad song,” a familiar, but a very unexpected voice spoke and Y/N stopped playing. She looked behind her from where Maleficent flew to the branch with ease. Y/N felt her cheeks tint a little, very much taken aback by the fact that the fae even talking to her. 

“I-I guess,” She mumbled with slightly tinted cheeks. “It’s beautiful.” 

Maleficent squinted her eyes a little as she scanned Y/N’s sudden change in her demeanor. Red was splashed on her cheeks and ears, it was almost adorable how flustered she got. The fae hummed in response. 

“How was your day?” Y/N suddenly piped up, while playing with the strings of that weird instrument. She bit her lip when they sat in silence, hoping she didn’t sound awkward. 

“Busy,” Maleficent said cleverly, a slight smile tugging her red lips. Y/N didn’t suppress her laugh but let it out. Her teeth were pearly white even in the setting sun. Her skin seemed to glow in the golden rays. 

Y/N huffed silently and rolled her lips together, continuing to play the song. Maleficent noticed faint, white line going down her side of neck when Y/N rolled her head to her side to see the strings properly. Her voice was very beautiful, even though Maleficent didn’t understand anything that she was singing about. she was a very odd woman. 

Still, she couldn’t help but love her more every day. 

All of these stories about black men and women being murdered by police are heartbreaking, but what happened to Breonna Taylor, in particular, feels personal.

At 26, Taylor was an award-winning EMT. I have family members who work as EMTs and Paramedics, who help save lives on a regular basis and give Americans the healthcare they need.

The other reason Taylor's murder haunts me is because I've experienced an almost identical situation with cops.

This happened during my Junior year of high school. I was living in a suburb in Clermont, and I was home alone. I was working on my Trig homework when two policeman showed up at my door. I was confused and scared, having no idea why they were there.

I've told this story before, and I've been asked why I didn't ask for a search warrant. I was so overwhelmed with fear that it just didn't enter my brain at the time.

The two cops started asking me questions. I don't remember *exactly* what they were about. I think it was about drugs. I was denying whatever it was they were asking me at the time. They weren't convinced.

What I *do* remember clearly is one of the policemen saying to me:

"You're lying. I can see it on your face."

I immediately replied "No, I'm nervous because the *cops are at my house.*"

They backed off, and I let them search the place. They only went into my room, for some reason. They must have thought I was a real drug pusher.

I was in the living room as they searched my bedroom. I didn't want to be near them. I couldn't make out exactly what they were saying, but they were cracking jokes at a picture my mom took of me when I got my voter ID in the mail. It was an important milestone for me, and you can see me beaming with pride in my Bear Hugs t-shirt.

After making these wisecracks, they left. They didn't search the rest of the house. I continued to do my Trig homework that night, spooked by what happened.

I told my family what happened. They were all baffled. My stepfather is an EMT, and knows a lot of cops in the community. If I remember correctly, he found out that, unsurprisingly, they were at the wrong house. I think it was a drugs investigation, but I'm not 100% sure.

The reason I bring this incident up, is because it was under similar circumstances that Breonna Taylor was murdered. The only differences being that her boyfriend was there to try and stop the policement coming into the house without a search warrant, and that Breonna was shot eight times in her sleep.

There's no doubt in my mind that, if I were a black woman in America, this incident would have ended very differently. Perhaps I would have been arrested despite the lack of evidence against me. Perhaps I would have been tackled to the ground once the cops came inside. Something tells me I would have *at least* been shot at. Hell, I probably would have been shot at for saying I was nervous about the cops being at my house. Being upfront about my fear de-escalated my situation, yet I strongly believe it would have had the opposite effect if I were black. Philando Castile was shot despite repeatedly saying he wasn't going to pull out his gun.

White Privilege is very real. While I'm not in support of looting and burning down businesses, I can clearly see why we're here today.

People didn't like it when Colin Kapernick kneeled peacefully in protest during football games. People didn't like it when peaceful protests called attention to police brutality. The police in this country are more interested in protecting their own than they are in protecting their country's most marginalized communities. It was Martin Luther King Jr. himself who said that riots are the language of the unheard. He didn't condone riots, either, but he knew all too well how societies use it as a last resort.

The police force, as an organization, are a huge part of the problem. They helped create this current situation, having no real interest in reforming their own system. They had no interest in getting to the roots of their white supremacist influences, with which they have a long, overlapping history with.

Are there good cops? Of course they're are. But it doesn't matter. The system is too corrupt for these good cops to make any real difference. It doesn't matter if "not all cops..." would have murdered George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Mike Brown, and Sandra Bland if they were in the same situation. What matters is that these injustices have been happening for too long and for too often. I'm fed up, too.

hey there dudes, it’s me… ya boi. i won’t bore you with a long ass intro about me, but just know all you gotta do to befriend this fellow bean is yell into my ims that you wanna plot or legit anything else… i like yelling in all caps. anyways, my name’s amanda, i reside in the sunny gmt+1 timezone and i go by she/her. that’s abt it i guess ?? i never rly know what to say in these so i’ll just proceed to telling you about my children ethan and mallory under the cut

ps: like this and i’ll come to you for plots or yknow… just hmu !!

✎⌠sebastian stan. male. he/his⌡❝ — well, look who’s just arrived ! if it isn’t the one and only ethan bronson. though, around here they’re known as the cinephile. don’t tell ‘em i said this but the thirty five year old hollywood director and producer kinda has a reputation of being incessant and pedant. but y’know, they can be visionary and intuitive too. typical virgo. anyways, welcome home and stay safe ethan ! ❞ ↷ amanda. 19. she/her. gmt+1. 

when i saw there was a vacancy for the owner of reel tide cinema i just knew i had to bring my son ethan into this group. his parents would have bought the place back in the 80s and now that his dad passed away her mom must likely put it in his name since she doesn’t feel like she’s capable of running the place all by herself.

ethan grew up in that movie theater, spending his early childhood sneaking into exhibitions of films he had no business of seeing at that age and helping his folks renovate the halls with a fresh coat of paint. nothing else has ever changed about the cinema and he likes it that way .... in all its original, outdated, moldy, classic glory.

anyways, up with two film enthusiasts as parents and just about the easiest environment to learn about movies in general it’s really no wonder that ethan always dreamt of becoming a big hollywood director. he’d pull out his camera anywhere he went, filming little scenery shots, his friends talking, stray dogs eating and anything else he found worthwhile. he was a completely geek.

he got into UCLA with a scholarship for filmmaking and screenwriting but ended up dropping out and pursuing directing on his own. his first ever film was an absolute knockout at every film festival it was showcased in and he went on to win a spirit award for best director and being nominated for as oscar. ever since then his life has been a roller coaster of awards and amazing movies he’s either directed, produced, written or a combination of the three. 

hanging out with the big guns of hollywood has certainly refined his taste. he’s a lot more judgmental and short tempered than before, uninterested in ideas or conversations he doesn’t find remotely interesting. on the bright side he’s extremely creative, smart and cultured. Woke, if you will. he’s also a big perfectionist and won’t quit until something is done exactly how he wants it done. 

coming back into town he feels like a stranger, like the odd man out, as if over the years he broke the tether that connected him to this place and can’t seem to find it anymore. but he needed a break and his dad just passed away so he thought it’d be nice of him to come help his mom for a while ... breathe a simpler air than the one of hollywood and la. 

wanted connections: a childhood best friend that was also rly into movies, a girlfriend he left behind to go to college, a fling he would have whenever he’d come in and out of town in his early 20s, some kind of rival or enemy bc those are always fun. and MORE. ANYTHING. 

pinterest board ( i just started it so not much there yet ! )

✎⌠zoey deutch. female. she/her⌡❝ — well, look who’s just arrived ! if it isn’t the one and only mallory dunn. though, around here they’re known as the instigator. don’t tell ‘em i said this but the twenty one year old bartender kinda has a reputation of being unreliable and petulant. but y’know, they can be alluring and uninhibited too. typical gemini. anyways, welcome home and stay safe mal ! ❞ ↷  amanda. 19. she/her. gmt+1.

drug use, neglect and abuse trigger warning !!!

boy oh boy, yall bettle settle in your seats bc you’re in for a RIDE

this messy binch did not have it easy for most of her upbringing. without delving too much into more triggering subjects, she was taken from her drug addict parents and put into the foster system due to neglect. she was put in a number of foster homes but the families never rly cared abt her nor the other kids ... they just wanted to make bank of the financial support given to adopting families. the last foster home was the worst of all, to the extent she had to beat up the father with a bat as to not let him do ... things he shouldn’t be doing to children.

this would explain why at age 16, when she was told a nice family from misty hollow wanted to adopt a whole ass teenager she thought it was a prank or a sick joke. she did not believe it and even after she moved in she did everything to try and show them they shouldn’t keep her. but they did. and she’s never felt more loved in her life.

thing is, ever since mallory got to town she’s done nothing short of cause utter and complete havoc. straying good angelic teens from their rightful paths, leading married individuals ( read both male and female ) into the sinful hands of adultery, trespassing into abandoned locations, getting arrested for misdemeanors. 

no-one ever knows what to expect of her. she’s completely unreliable and too smart for her own good. she’s got a stellar intuiton and she’ll play you before you can even think about it. charming as can be when she wants to. loud mouthed, unhinged, moody.  drinking, doing drugs, having sex, keeping secrets. that’s the best description of mal i can give you.

oh and a completely useless detail: she refuses to wear anything other than high top chuck taylor converse. she has them in every color, pattern and even platforms. 

wanted connections: a total partner in crime, someone she corrupted, relationships that ended badly ( screams, tears, cheating, toxicity !! all the angst ), fwbs, the ‘i hate you but i can’t get enough of you pls answer my call i’m so horny’, someone whose marriage/engagement/relationship she broke off bc they cheated with her ( i love my lil homewrecker ), a yin to her yang ... and literally anything else. 

pinterest board.

if you made it this far you’re an absolute trouper and ily for it. if want any of those connections or any other you have in mind pls don’t hesitate to contact me ! 

Oh god, oh fuck, what did you ask, why did you ask this, this is instantly growing out of hand- I legally have to put it behind a “read more”. Sorry, but this gets really long for no good reason. I’m so sorry, when it’s about music, I just lose it-

- Mike scoffed. “This ask was clearly asked by someone who doesn’t listen to music. Asking for a favorite songs as though there is ANYONE on this fucking world who would go “ah yes, I have ONE song for every event that I ALWAYS want to listen to, no matter my mood.” That is absolutely ridi-“ “FREDBEAR AND FRIENDS THEME SONG!” Jeremy instantly screamed, a big smile on his face. “It’s so cute! So happy! I love it so much!” I’ll be your friend, right to the end! Join the party! Don’t be afraid, we’ll find a way! Join the party! Follow the pack, we’ll have a blast! Join the party! I’m here for you, we’ll make it through! JOIN THE PARTY!

Irritated Mike glared at him. “Is that even a song? Technically speaking? It’s a fucking INTRO.” This disagreement was quickly dismissed by Jeremy. “No, it is a song that I love very much.” There was an annoyed sigh, but not much pushback. “… fine. I have a SHITTON of songs I like, but… I think my currently favorite song is… ULTRAnumb by Blue Stahli. I don’t know. It hits just right.” VIOLATED! SO DEGRADED! The show has just begun! (Three, two, one!) DOMINATED BY ALL YOU HATED! This will make you ULTRANUMB!

Phone Guy seemed a bit embarrassed. “U-uhm… I don’t, uh, listen to much music. I really like the stuff they put in the background of documentaries is actually pretty impressive stuff. I like that, but I can’t really… access that? I mean, I don’t know how to. But I like having something calming in the background.” So… soundtracks, huh? There are pretty good soundtracks, like “Winds over Neo Tokyo” from the movie Akira- “I think though as a SONG, I really like… a bit dumb probably, but “Feel Good Inc.” by Gorillaz? It’s probably pretty standard… but, uh. I like the light distortion. Makes it easy to sing along. And I kinda, uh- relate to the feeling of hopelessness in it…” Windmill, windmill for the land… Turn forever hand in hand! Take it all in on your stride, It is ticking, falling down Love forever, love has free, Let’s turn forever you and me! Windmill, windmill for the land Is everybody in…? “Uh- I know the song is probably about something completely else, but I just-“ Scratching the back of his neck, Phone Guy looked away. “I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

Materializing out of thin air, Nemo proceeded to T-pose. “YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT MUSIC. YES. MY TIME HAS COME. I have the best taste from everyone here. I have the EDGY music.” Getting out his MP3-player, he began searching through the music library. “Ah, there we go. This one. “Arrested Youth” – The Kid I Used To Know. That the one!” Life is a voyage some people try to avoid it- I seek to try and destroy it, I swear I feel like a toilet bowl, Shitting on everything I’ve ever said or I’ve done You told me this should be fun! Thanks for the talk, are we done?! This is my masterpiece, a tragedy, I wrote it myself, It’s full of irony and blasphemy, it’s practically hell, But the perfect part about it is it’s all that I’ve got! I’m over wasting time in life trying to be something I’m not!

‘Cause fuck that shit! Yeah, I don’t want be that kid. No, I’m not going to hang my head, And be another accident!

So long to the kid that I used to know! So long to the place that I used to go! I’m not an R.I.P. I’m not another sick, sad tragedy! “The song is great, I absolutely relate to it.” The teen laughed. “Especially the tone of the singer. Really fits me. I could imagine writing songs like that myself!” A bit too excited, he began oversharing. “I always wanted to write songs. And I did! A lot, kept them in a little book.” His expression broke a bit. “… then I lost it. At home. Somehow.” He turned a bit bitter. “Yeah. Asked mom. She didn’t see it. Asked dad. Of course, he had NO idea. Anyways.” He threw his bitterness away with a shrug. “Now you know the reason why I’m actually not rich and famous yet. I lost like… 3 years of absolute riches to that setback and I feel stolen from. The world OWES me and castle and I WILL get it. But until then, I guess I listen to other artists like me!”

Dave was jumping up and down excited. “Oh, oh, Anon Sport, you don’t even KNOW how many I have! Like everything Sportsy whistles! And Rasputin- that one- oh, oh, no, in one car I stole there was a CD- and they had a group- Royal Republic? Funky songs, pal, lemme tell ya. Listen to it while rushing down the highway, it made it some of my favorites! The best is “Good to be Bad” though, no contest!” Oh lord come help me die! I can’t believe my eye! I’m not the same that I was when I got here! I´ve made a dirty mess, My lord I do confess, I know I’ve been bad, So bad! I’m not the only one! I’m not the bastard-son! The other kids made me do things that I don’t usually do… Misunderstood, I’m the plague of the neighborhood! And it feels so good! So good! “Seein’ Sporty making a flip in the running car while this was playin’ was somethin’ MAGICAL!”

Marion scoffed. Was he even included in “the gang”? Well, if Jeremy was, so was he. “Seeing as I never had much choice in listening to the music I could like, I don’t really have a taste. Everything that isn’t nursery rhymes made into songs is GREAT. Especially if it has nothing to do with music boxes.” It still calmed him down to hear music like that, but he developed a bit of a grudge against it. Sure, he and Jeremy were working on that, but he really couldn’t call it his favorite kind of music. “… well, Dave oftentimes played the CD he just mentioned while transporting me. I guess I liked a few songs from there? Somewhat? “Everybody Wants to Be an Astronaut” was pretty good.” I can feel my body shiver, the lights are everywhere! They marvel at my heartbeats inside the atmosphere… And I’m looking at the world, in a way you never could! I knew I’d be a traveling man, but I misunderstood… So tell me, why is it we’re never happy?

‘Cause everybody wants to be an astronaut! And take the long tall trail into the stars! Everybody wants to show a brother what they got! Everybody wants to be an astronaut! Marion looked away. What he kept for himself was that he really disliked the last line. Everybody wants to be a superstar! No. None of the kids wanted to be a superstar. … ‘cause everybody’s happy when they’re playing the guitar! Everybody but them. Everybody. But them. So tell me, why is it we’re never happy?

Old Sport smiled, for a moment a bit sadly. “Oh, it used to be “Not too late” by Lemaitre.” Not Too Late my friend! Take it up and try again! I’ll stand right here… While you walk to face the end, As the skys clear up again I’ll disappear- And have a go again… Snapping out of his emotional side, he laughed. “But now I actually have TASTE, thus it’s TAYLOR SWIFT’S “Look what you made me do”, RIGHT MIKEY-“ “YOU HATE THAT SONG TOO, ADMIT TO IT. YOU FUCKING HATE IT. ESPECIALLY THE REFRAIN. IT’S ALL SUCH UTTER SHIT, YOU ONLY PUT IT ON TO FUCKING TORMENT ME. FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!” “Like clockwork. It’s a thing of beauty.” He laughed until Mike quieted down from the back, then looked back at the Anon. “But seriously, why did you even include me. You know what it is! THE CLASSICS! “All Star” and “Never Gonna Give You Up”! Well, maybe with a dash on “We are number one” for good measure. You know, the songs people with TASTE listen to.”

Ethan was sitting in the back, looking at the golden guard badge he had received for signing up with the company. Quietly he sung. “Sven Korner was in the newspapers this Monday Big picture from a time he danced the waltz Yes, he took the life of Victoria Come home, explain to Christiania “Come here, officer, here are thousand bucks I’ve saved” And give me Korner, and give me him soon!” He closed his hands around the badge. “It’s a song by Kaizers Orcherstra. I just happened to stumble over it- originally it’s in the Norwegian language- I do not even know how I found the translation. But I like it a lot. It helps me work.” He hadn’t found her. He wasn’t even quite sure in what kind of afterlife he was. But it gave him great satisfaction to know the man who did this to his daughter was in a far, far worse place. “I know what’s in store for you… I know what it is you’re hoping for, I know what’s in store for you.

Oh, you have a tune you think everybody will follow! But I wouldn’t follow that tune, not on my life! We’re playing poker with a revolver, Having no respect for Fredrik Meltzer… Now you shall dance to our tune 'till you bleed! You shall dance Ompa 'till you Die!

Think about it, Sven, how good it will be in Heaven… I hope you fold your hands before you go to bed… Cause it can get hot down here. It can be hot down here. Sven, it can get hot as hell down here!” -

Henry leaned back bemused. “The best thing about this ask is certainly that everyone now knows what a horrible taste you have.” Says the guy who has his head so far up his ass that he basically only listens to classic. “Oh, no. I listen to everything. But at least I acknowledge that everything I hear has some form of merit, even if it is not my taste. You however, do not, thus you can be shamed for your taste.” Screw you.

Careful (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Chapter Summary: You’re gonna meet Freddie and I hope you like him! Also, there’s a lot of stressed Rog in this one, before we’re eventually moving to some fluff. 

Author’s Note: Guys, thank you for your insane feedback on chapter 1, I almost started crying when I hit the 100 notes because I wasn’t even thinking I would ever reach them! I love you all and I hope you enjoy the next chapters just as much! Let me know if you have any comments or wishes!

Words: ~1.8k but I’m trying to write longer chapters!

Warnings: Mentions of drugs and drinking, slight swearing and pet names (lol), nothing too crazy so enjoy 

Chapter 2:

Previous Parts: Ch. 1

The flat got quieter as Roger’s exams started. He’d be home with you much more, running his hands through his hair over his books that weren’t as big as yours but with graphs of skulls and different teeth that looked more complex than your longest laws. The amount of first English breakfast tea and then black coffee the two of you drank grew to new extremes but you secretly loved how good it was not to study alone for some time. It kept you going to know that you weren’t in this alone and it sparked your sense for competition to procrastinate less than Roger. Also, he’d ask you the mock exam questions you had and you’d do the same for him, finding out any trouble spots you had to go over again and also teaching each other the bases of your subjects in the process. 

“I’m so sure I’m gonna fail, I should drop out just now!”, Roger moaned from the kitchen table. You were preparing some noodles to feed the two of you for another late night of studying. 

“You’re not dropping out anywhere! Why do you even say that?!” “First of all because it’s too hard”, he said, pressing his hands to his face. “Second of all because I don’t love it half as much as you love your laws.”

“I come from a family of lawyers, I basically grew up with law books everywhere, I really can’t be a standard.”

“You should’ve told me way earlier! I mean, I have a similar - but not inherited passion for biology and I bet I wouldn’t question that as hard as I question these damn teeth and gums and whatnot!”

“Are you sure?”, you asked while you carried the pan full of noodles to the table. “Because I feel like you’re only trying to convince yourself something else would be better so you can stop studying.”

“That’s only half of why I’m done with becoming a dentist. I mean can you even imagine me there, taking care of your smile?”

“Don’t forget to smile”, you said, quoting the name of his band what made him smile in return.

“We’re Queen now, I would’ve told you if I had thought I had enough time to breath.”

“How come?”

“That fucker Tim just left, no idea why but luckily Freddie is our new lead singer now and man, he’s great.”

“Sounds good!”, you told him to wipe the look of anger from his face when he mentioned Tim. 

“It was enough of a pain in the ass to find a new bassists really���, he grumbled on until his face lit up. “Fred asked me to move in with him but I told him I wouldn’t move anywhere without you.” You shook your head to get back to reality after your heartbeat dropped for a second. 

“Rog, you can move in with him if you want to, you talk about him non-stop!”

“Yeah, but he’s not you, Tiff”, Roger said honestly. “I need this”, he explained, nodding to his books, the food in front of him and then looking into your eyes. “I need you, I can’t imagine living without you.”

“I mean”, you say, your cheeks burning, looking at your pasta. “We can find a flat that’s big enough for the three of us?”

“I’ll tell him to look for that”, Roger said immediately and you could tell he was surprised that you considered that but also, that he was very happy about it. You were surprised about yourself, too, really, agreeing to move in with another guy you didn’t know a lot about - and what you knew didn’t really speak for him, taking into account that Roger said Freddie was a heavier drinker than him, smoked more, sang on top of his lungs basically anytime he wasn’t talking about fashion - you didn’t know what had gotten into you, but you didn’t really mind. You felt like it was a good thing, you actually wanted to step out of your comfort zone like that in that moment. “You wanna smoke some pot?”

Your face dropped and your hands clenched into fists - every thought about comfort zones wiped from your brain. “Roger Meddows Taylor. If I catch you smoking pot in this flat or anywhere on earth, I’ll call the cops to get you arrested myself, there’s reasons why it’s illegal!”

“I was joking, Tiff”, he immediately said, trying to calm you down again. “I just wanted to see if my law-loving girl was up for something illegal.”

“I don’t believe you but I’ll let you get away with it”, you murmured and he smiled before finishing his pasta. 

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Roger did drop out of his classes in the end and even though he had you convinced he did the right thing, you hated him for dropping out - because it meant he went out to celebrate his freedom and came home freaking wasted as your alarm clock’s digits let you know you’d only have thirty minutes left to sleep. 

“Shit, I’m sorry”, Roger mumbled as you opened your door to check on him. “I swear I didn’t want to wake you.” “Shouldn’t have dropped your keys then, love”, you told him, grabbing his arm to lead him to his room. His breath was hot and came in short yet deep inhalations and his lips caught your attention because they looked swollen. You tried to ignore it when you finally had Roger sit on his bed. He grabbed your hand as you wanted to go for the kitchen and pulled you into him, resulting in his head cuddled against your tummy and his armes wrapped around your waist. 

“Come ‘ere and go back to sleep, babe, it’ll be like I never woke you up”, he said, at least that’s what you thought you understood from his mumbled words. 

“I’ll have to get up in thirty minutes anyway, Rog.” He probably didn’t hear you, if he did he wasn’t paying attention because he just crawled backwards onto his bed, pulling you with him between the numerous patterned sheets and every thing else that was on his bed: clothes, books, you could’ve sworn you heard a bag of crisps or whatever fall to the ground as Roger finally rested his head on one of his pillows and pulled you into his chest that was only halfway covered in whatever fabric it might be. He kicked off his shoes while he kissed your forehead and buried one hand in your hair, the other one moving under the shirt you had been sleeping in. His skin was warm and he moaned softly as you moved to at least lie comfortable for the ten minutes or what you wanted to allow yourself in his bed. He smelled like cigarettes and sweat but there was also a hint of peppermint and clean clothes that reminded you of the flat you two called home right now and it made you calm as you closed your eyes, leaning into him. 

When you woke up, the sun had already risen but you surprised yourself by not freaking out and just carefully escaping Roger’s bed and his extremely chaotic room. He came to your room hours later and just silently started massaging your shoulders when he just saw you there, trying to find relieve in stretching them. 

“Sorry for waking you up”, he mumbled and you moaned instead of a response because - and you would deny ever thinking that - his hands made you feel so good. 

“It’s fine you can repay me in massages”, you told him, leaning into him. He cleaned his throat and moved behind you until you were resting against his chest. 

“Anytime, sweetie. When’s that exam? It’s your last one right?”

“I got one on Friday which is in two days and the last one Monday.”

“I mean, you shouldn’t go out on Mondays but I’d still buy you drinks if you let me.”

“I don’t drink, you know that Rog.”

“I can pay for your Pepsi then, please, Tiff, let me take you out and meet the boys!”

“We’ll see, okay?”

“Sure, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe, Roggie.” He just laughed at your pet name and moved away from you. 

“You want coffee?”

“I’d love some but you’d need to go to the store.”

“I need cigarettes anyway”, he replied, still groaning with all the moving and fresh air waiting for him. 

*-*-*-*-*-*

It was Saturday and you felt the need to glue yourself to your desk, yet Roger somehow managed to persuade you to join him and Freddie to visit the flat that might become your home in the future. 

“It’s cheaper than this one, at least with three people and Fred is really fucking excited about it”, Roger had told you, as he came back from band practice last night. The stress to prepare for your last exam faded a little as excitement got you. You’d eventually move out of the small flat your dad kept telling you was too expensive and your mom found rotten and too noisy from the street. Also, you’d finally see Freddie, the man Roger was such good friends with and you never got around to meet. 

“There you are!”, he said as he slid in the backseat of Roger’s car that you finally agreed to ride in with him. “You must be Tiffany, it’s so nice to meet you!”

“The pleasure’s on me”, you replied shyly yet smiling at Freddie. He wore a dark red suede blazer and black pants and you grinned because you were sure you had seen his shirt on Roger once or twice before. This would be fun, you were sure that moment. 

Except when you looked at the flat, the most gorgeous flat you could imagine living in on the budget your parents provided you, Freddie would be an absolute asshole, to a point where you were sure the landlord wouldn’t want you to move in, ever. 

“I’d lower the rent by 200 pounds, if that’d change your mind”, the lady explained at the end of the visit and your eyes widened in surprise. 

“My dear friend Tiffany here is a lawyer, she’ll make sure you’re bound to that”, Freddie just explained and extended his hand. Your future landlord looked at you and you gave her the best professional smile you could master with all the excitement starting to cook up in your chest, before she sealed the deal by shaking Freddie’s and then Roger’s hand. 

“I can’t believe you fucking did this, man”, Roger mumbled, as the woman motioned for her hardback in the kitchen. “You’re a genius, Fred!”

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Journal Entry #5

October 17th

So, it’s official. Jordan’s completed my outfit, sooner than expected, and is willing to give it to me after my try-on when Friday rolls around. And if everything fits how it should (or how Jordan thinks it should), I can go on a retrieval this weekend. Hopefully this Saturday. My bike is all done and ready to go, my V.C. has fresh batteries, and my tracker is all charged and ready to be tested. I even have which voice I’m gonna use at the retrieval already programmed and ready to go. It’s a few octaves lower than mine, making me sound more mature so that nobody thinks that some random teen is trying to get in on a retrieval. I tested it out yesterday by calling Taylor and she told me that if she hadn’t seen my name pop up on her caller ID, she would have thought it was someone else. And if my best friends can’t tell that it’s me then I’m pretty sure that my family shouldn’t be able to either.

Though, if I’m gonna admit it, I’m really am kinda scared. Everyone came home last night with some kind of injury and looking like they’ve seen the end of the world and back again. Matt has his arm in a sling, Evelyn’s limping around with a sprained ankle, Wyatt has a nasty gash on his cheek, Dad has a black eye and a mild concussion, and Mom has a huge bruise running from her elbow down to her wrist. If it wasn’t for Dad’s concussion, he would have been able to heal them all last night, but he can’t because he refuses to heal himself first or see a doctor. I even offered to drive them! Let them come up with a story and I’ll back it up any way I can if the cops are called. I mean, with how often the cops interact with my family in their hero uniforms, you’d think that the government would allow them to know who they are, but nope. Seriously, politicians make absolutely no sense sometimes. I’m just glad that Ray knows some first aid and got them all bandaged up before they got home because I would have had no idea what to do. I may have taken first aid classes to get my babysitter license but it was all the basic stuff! CPR, how to clean a wound, how to get a bee sting out, how to deal with a nose bleed. Nothing in there about villain-inflicted wounds on a hero. It’s just… so weird to think that there are human beings out there that can just hurt other people and not feel guilty about it. And this time, Python was acting alone! ALONE! No wonder she’s never been caught! She’s probably killed every single hero that even tried to arrest her. That’s honestly all I can think of for why she’s still out and about. And maybe why Mom and Dad haven’t tried to actually arrest her, just merely keep her away from the EOs. Because I know they’re not the only heroes that Python deals with. I’ve met some of the other heroes. And yet… nobody has done anything about her violent behavior. Even Typhoon and Shrapnel don’t go out of their way to leave more than a bruise or ache when going against my family. They always get hurt when Python is at a retrieval. 

And I’m really scared that she might be at the one I’m gonna go on this retrieval weekend. I don’t want to witness my family getting beat up, but maybe if I’m there, I could distract her if need be? Maybe I should bring some of Evelyn’s old stink-bombs that are sitting downstairs, just in case. Although I might get lucky and be the only “villain” there and if that happens then I can just pretend that they’ve easily thwarted me and I can throw my hands up in the arm and say; “Oh no! I’ve been stopped! Curse you, heroes!” Or not… Wow, that was cheesy and I’m writing this in pen… But I know that at least Matt would find it amusing. He might not be willing to tell me much about their retrievals, but he does like to tell me about the funny things that the villains have said over the years. But now that I’m thinking about it, maybe I should come up with a catchphrase to make myself appear more villain-like. I mean, I know for a fact that Typhoon has one. Matt wouldn’t stop talking about it the first time the weather-wielding villain said it.

“The storm’s hit and you, my dear heroes, are in the thick of it,”

Or something to that extent. And I’m pretty sure Shrapnel likes to shout; “The fun has arrived!”

I have no idea what Python says as a catch-phrase and there is no way in the world that I’m gonna ask any of my family members. Especially after yesterday. But, if I go on this EO retrieval and find out that I can be useful and keep my family out of harm's way and spend more time with them, then I think it’ll all be worth it. Even if Python shows up. I might be short, but I’m fast and I’m always the last one standing in dodge ball, so I think I’ve got a chance to prove to everyone that I can be useful. I just know it.

Saturday just can’t come soon enough.

Billboard Taylor Swift's 2017: The Timeline 12/18/2017 by Allison Stubblebine From the record-breaking 'Reputation' to speaking out against sexual assault, Swift continued to change culture in 2017. Taylor Swift didn't do a lot in 2017... until she did. Following months spent attempting to fly under the radar, and the Instagram blackout of Aug. 2017, Swift took the rest of the year by storm, with a not-so-traditional album rollout for Reputation and a series of larger than life visuals to accompany the first singles. Fans got a sneak preview at what was to come from her personally curated Secret Sessions, but those were hidden away from the lens of the media. Now that Reputation is here to stay, Billboard has taken a look back at Swift's action packed year. Jan. 27 - “I Don’t Want to Live Forever” music video release Swift kicked off the New Year with the release of the visuals to Fifty Shades Darker track “I Don’t Wanna Live Forever.” Swift and former 1D artist Zayn trashed a hotel room for the video, lit by flashing shades of blue and red. The song peaked at No. 2 on the Billboard Hot 100. Feb. 4 2017 - Taylor Swift plays “only show of 2017” Swift broke some disappointing news to fans during her pre-Super Bowl set for DIRECTV Now Super Saturday Night. "I have to be really honest with you about something: As far as I know, I'm doing one show in 2017. And as far as I know, this is that one show," Swift said long before the announcement of Reputation. She added, “You're the crowd in my most recent daydreams, when I'm thinking about being onstage, so I was wondering: If you don't feel like dancing for yourself or screaming for yourself, you don't feel in the mood or whatever, you're like stressed out, would you do it for me tonight?" Feb. 15-16 - TAS Rights Management, LLC filed nine separate trademarks for “Swifties” Swift’s brand nailed down the things most true to her: Swifties. Nine separate trademarks were filed for the word alone, including one involving “a website featuring non-downloadable audio recordings [and] video recordings.” The idea that Swift would launch her own streaming service was debunked. Mar. 2 - Ed Sheeran teases Swift’s upcoming album The singer revealed that his pal would be putting her music out quite late on in the year, saying, “Taylor [Swift] isn’t going to be releasing until probably the end of this year—Christmas is the smartest time to release because that’s when everyone buys records.” Looks like he was right. Mar. 10 - Man arrested for stalking/burglary inside Swift’s apartment building A man was arrested in Swift’s New York City building on charges of burglary, stalking, and trespassing. According to a Page Six report, the man allegedly hoped to meet the singer face-to-face. While the man was initially held on $20,000 bail, he was found unfit to stand trial and reportedly “placed in the custody of the New York State Office of Mental Health” as of late September. April 4 - “Busy working” on new album in Nashville After the singer had been spotted driving around Nashville, a source confirmed to ET that she’d come “to get away from the paparazzi,” and also that she had “been busy working on her upcoming album.” May 15 - She’s really in Nashville! Swift celebrates Mother’s Day at home with her mom TMZ did the heavy digging and proved that Swift really had been in Nashville - though she may have been hopping back and forth, as she was spotted getting onto her private jet after a spending the weekend with mama Swift for Mother’s Day. July 4 - Keeping it low-key for the first time in years on the Fourth of July Paparazzi were very upset that Swift didn’t have an Independence day blowout tailor-made for media, even though she'd been keeping a relatively low profile all year. Aug. 14 - $1 Countersuit Win The long-drawn-out legal battle between DJ David Mueller, who was accused of reaching under the pop star’s skirt to grope her during a photo shoot in 2013, was finally put to rest. After Mueller attempted to countersue for damages that occurred following Swift’s accusation (which was quietly made to the station, who promptly let him go), the singer was awarded a single symbolic dollar in damages. Swift’s attorney Douglas Baldridge explained the value, “It means no means no, and it tells every woman that they will determine what is tolerated with their body." Aug. 18-20 - Bye bye, old Taylor… and old posts In the internet-breaking fashion Swift seems to have perfected, the singer’s social media accounts went into full blackout mode. No old posts were to be found anywhere, signaling that she was gearing up to launch something huge. Aug. 21 - She’s back, but only with some snakes In one of the best social media moments of the year, Swift posted a three-part series of glitch-y snake videos without captions to her Instagram to break her short-lived blackout. The image of the snake had become synonymous with Swift’s internet-meme identity, following the drawn-out beef with Kim Kardashian and Kanye West regarding West’s “Famous” lyrics and video. Aug. 23 - It’s an album! After five days (AKA an eternity in Swiftie time), Swift revealed the project behind the social media madness. Continuing in the three-part posting style, Swift announced “FIRST SINGLE OUT TOMORROW NIGHT,” posted the cover art, and announced the release date for then-upcoming album Reputation. All posts were still caption-less. Aug. 24 - Look what you made her do. Swift released Reputation’s lead single “Look What You Made Me Do” with a clever caption on Instagram: “..ready for it? New single #LookWhatYouMadeMeDo out now.” Of course, the forthcoming track title remained an inside joke to the singer’s team upon posting time. Aug. 27 - Look what you made her do, part two. The singer premiered the visuals for “LWYMMD” at the 2017 MTV VMAs, snagging 43.2 million views in the first 24 hours alone, now standing with over 783 million views. The Joseph Kahn-directed visual is loaded with references to the “old Taylor,” including a tombstone for Nils Sjoberg, her songwriting pseudonym on ex-boyfriend Calvin Harris’ 2016 hit “This Is What You Came For,” nearly all of her most iconic outfits, more snakes, and nearly all her besties’ names scribbled on a new version of her “You Belong With Me” music video costume. Sept. 3 - “…Ready for It?” released Swift released the second track off Reputation after she previewed it on Saturday Night Football the night prior. It followed suit with the darker, much more dramatic new Taylor, yet gave no clearer picture of what was yet to come. Sept. 5 - No. 1, again Taylor Swift's "Look What You Made Me Do" tops the Billboard Hot 100, where it would reign for three weeks. The song was her fifth Hot 100 No. 1 and broke the weekly streaming record for a song by a woman; it also stopped the record-tying 16-week reign of "Despacito." Sept. 7 - TayTay On Demand Ever wanted to know what Swift is up to at any given moment? Well this isn’t exactly that, but the trailer jokes that it will be. Swift announced her new video-on-demand channel in partnership with AT&T and DirectTV called Taylor Swift NOW, accompanied by a hilarious play-by-play of Swift’s day in the studio (complete with Andy Samberg cameo). Oct. 11 - The Swift Life app announced Stans will finally have a one-stop-shop for finding out everything there is to know about their fave singer. It is said to function as a social network of sorts, leaning into Swift’s hobby of “lurking” and replying to fans on social media, and also offering an opportunity to “collect Taymojis, stickers, pics, and more.” Oct. 20 - “Gorgeous” released The predictable yet addicting pop track the world was waiting for finally arrived. Swift sang of a romantic interest that was somehow too gorgeous for even a superstar like her to talk to. James Reynolds, two-year-old daughter of Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively, was later officially credited in album liner notes as the voice at the beginning of the track. Oct. 27 - “…Ready for it?” returns with visuals The fans surely weren’t ready for it, yet with the Joseph Kahn directed video packed with hidden messages, it wasn’t long before Swifties decoded them all. Among the most obvious are Swift’s birth year spray-painted on a wall, the Chinese characters for “Year of the Snake,” as well as a similar lightning strike in the intro to Calvin Harris’ “This is What You Came For” album art. Nov. 2 - “Call It What You Want” lyric video released Fans started to get a fuller picture of what was coming from Reputation in just over a week. Swift seemed to be finding her way to happiness in the first ballad to be released from the album, but she was still attempting to rid herself of the drama she’d endured. The day was special for more than one reason, coinciding with the 13th anniversary (Swift’s lucky number) of meeting Scott Borchetta, the Big Machine Records executive who signed her and gave her the fateful big break. Nov. 7 - Track list revealed on Swift’s Instagram Account Three days prior to the Reputation release date, Swift posted the back cover to the album, featuring the track listing. Nov. 8 - CMA Win Even though she's left country in the dust on her own albums, Swift's song for Little Big Town, "Better Man," nabbed song of the year at the 2017 CMAs. Nov. 9 - The album was leaked, and this is why we can’t have nice things In this day and age, so many albums leak prior to release date, but not quite in this fashion: missing from the leaked files was track no. 13, “This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things.” Whether it was at the hands of Swift’s team, Swift herself, or a sneaky fan, it was quite the clever move. On the same day, an intimate recording “New Years Day” from what looks like a secret session was premiered on ABC during an episode of Scandal. Nov. 10 - Reputation is out everywhere, except for streaming services Reputation hit shelves and online retailers; a Target exclusive version included a magazine with poems and photos from Swift. She announced 20 days later that Reputation would be available to stream at midnight on Dec. 1. Nov. 11 - SNL Swift plays Saturday Night Live, busting out "...Ready for It?" and an acoustic "Call It What You Want." Nov. 13 - Tonight Show Following the death of Jimmy Fallon's mother, Taylor Swift agreed to appear on The Tonight Show to play a moving version of "New Year's Day." Nov. 20 - Reputation Is No. 1 Swift's Reputation becomes her fifth No. 1 album on the Billboard 200. Reputation notched 2017’s biggest week for an album, as the set earned 1.238 million equivalent album units in the week ending Nov. 16, according to Nielsen Music. Of that sum, 1.216 million were in traditional album sales -- the largest sales frame for an album since 2015. It would hold the No. 1 spot for three weeks. Nov. 28 - Grammy Time The Taylor Swift-penned "Better Man" from Little Big Town is nominated for best country song -- which is a songwriter(s) award, so Swift will get a trophy if it wins. She's also nominated for best song written for visual media for her Zayn collab "I Don't Want to Live Forever." Dec. 1 - Taylors In the Stream Reputation appears on the major streaming services. Dec. 4 2017 - Reputation, but make it fashion (UK Vogue cover) Vogue UK revealed its first cover of the new year would feature Swift. Newly appointed Editor in Chief Edward Enninful styled the singer during his second cover after taking the reigns from Alexandra Shulman. Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott, also photographers for all Reputation visuals, shot the twelve-page spread. Two days later, the high fashion mag revealed a poem Swift wrote exclusively to run with the feature, titled, "The Trick to Holding On." Dec. 6 2017 - Swift is one of Time’s “Silence Breakers” Her summer court case was not meant to be a media spectacle, but it was meant to prove a point with the symbolic $1 request. As Time gave the platform to “The Silence Breakers,” women who helped bring sexual assault and harassment to the forefront of the national conversation, as its 2017 Person of the Year, Swift was among the individuals highlighted. The Time interview is the first time Swift has done press about the court case, and in it she detailed reaching out to Kesha for support, as well as her feelings as she sat in the courtroom. "I was angry. In that moment, I decided to forego any courtroom formalities and just answer the questions the way it happened,” Swift said. “This man hadn’t considered any formalities when he assaulted me, and his lawyer didn’t hold back on my mom -- why should I be polite? I’m told it was the most amount of times the word 'ass' has ever been said in Colorado Federal Court." Dec. 8 2017 - Swift Plays iHeartRadio’s Z100 Jingle Ball in NYC The pre-Super Bowl performance wasn’t her only concert of 2017, after all. Camila Cabello and Lindsay Lohan were Swift’s biggest fans at the show, posting videos dancing the night away to various social media platforms. Dec. 11 - Reputation Continues to Be Big Swift earned her 55th Hot 100 hit with Reputation album track "End Game," featuring rapping from Future, Ed Sheeran and herself. Dec. 13 - B'Day & Tix While some fans were able to buy tickets in advance, the general public tickets for Swift's Reputation Tour went on sale Dec. 13, 2017 -- not coincidentally her 28th birthday. She released a tour trailer to celebrate. Dec. 14 - Still Getting 'Ready' Swift dropped a lyric video for BloodPop's bouncy remix of "...Ready for It?"

92 Questions

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LAST

1.Drink: Water 2.Phone Call: My Mom 3.Text Message: A Friend 4.Song You Listened To: We Don’t Have To Dance by Andy Black 5.Time You Cried: A little while ago (ppl keep leaving beautiful comments on my writing) 

HAVE YOU

6.Dated Someone Twice: Nope 7.Kissed Someone And Regretted It: Nope 8.Been Cheated On: Nope 9.Lost Someone Special: Unfortunately 10.Been Depressed: Yep and still am tbh 11.Gotten Drunk and Thrown Up: Not yet

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:

12.Royal Purple 13.Dusty Rose 14.Ocean Blue

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15.Made New Friends: I suppose 16.Fallen Out Of Love: With a person? Not that I can think of. Something else? I guess so 17.Laughed Until You Cried: Yup 18.Found Out Someone Was Talking Behind Your Back: Nope 20.Found Out Who Your Friends Are: Yup 21.Kissed Someone On Your Facebook List: Nope and wouldn’t dream of it

GENERAL

22.How Many Of Your Facebook Friends Do You Know In Real Life: All of them 23.Do You Have Any Pets: 2 Dogs, 4 Cats, 1 Ferret, 1 Rat, 1 Hamster & 1 Tarantula 24.Do You Want To Change Your Name: Nope 25.What Did You Do For Your Last Birthday: Sleepover with @racetotheedgelove and went to TGI Fridays 26.What Time Do You Wake Up: 8 - 10am is the general time 27.What Were You Doing At Midnight Last Night: Jamming to Taylor Swift ofc 28.Name Something You Can’t Wait For: REPUTATION!!! 29.When Was The Last Time You Saw Your Mom: A few minutes ago 30.What Is One Thing You Wish You Could Change In Your Life: My depression 31.What Are You Listening To Right Now: The Shadow Side by Andy Black and reliving last year 32.Have You Ever Talked To A Person Named Tom: Yes 33.Something That Is Getting On Your Nerves: Too many things to choose just one 34.Most Visited Website: AO3 35. Moles: One on the back of my neck 36.Marks: there’s a scar on my right knee, a small scar just above my lip (these happened at the same time) Chicken pox scar on my side, Ferret scratches all over my right arm (he needs his claws trimmed) and a couple of cat scratches on my right hand (it’s fine TAS was playing) 37.Childhood Dream: It changed literally all the time, but I’ve always been drawn towards doing something in music 38.Hair Colour: Naturally I’m a blonde 39.Long or Short Hair: Nice and short 40.Do You Have A Crush On Someone: Does a fictional character count? If so, yes lol. 41.What Do You Like About Yourself: My ability to quickly learn instruments 42.Piercings: One in each ear. Really want to get a septum one at some point 43.Blood Type: No idea 44.Nicknames: Kim...that’s it... 45.Relationship Status: Single and totally not willing to mingle 46.Zodiac: Sagittarius 47.Pronouns: She/Her 48.Favourite TV Show: Right now? Ghost Adventures, I recently got back into watching that. 50.Right or Left Hand: Right 51.Surgery: Yes. Had to have an extra tooth removed as it was blocking the path of my actual adult tooth. 52.Hair Dyed in a Different Colour: Yup. My hair’s black with blue mixed in 53.Sport: You’re kidding right 55.Vacation: Haven’t been in years 56.Pair of Trainers: Converse forever and always

MORE GENERAL

57.Eating: Salted caramel cookies 58.Drinking: Water 59.I’m About To: Do some writing...probably 62.Want: To have a better singing voice 63. Get Married: No thanks 64.Career: Singer/Songwriter 65.Hugs or Kisses: Love hugs tbh 66.Lips or eyes: eyes 67.Shorter or Taller: definitely taller 68.Older or younger: Older, but not too old, just a little bit older 70.Nice arms or nice stomach: Both 71.Sensitive or Loud: Sensitive 72.Hook-up or Relationship: Relationship 73.Troublemaker or Hesitant: Hesitant 

HAVE YOU EVER

74.Kissed a Stranger: Nope 75.Drank Hard Liquor: Yup 76.Lost glasses/contact lenses: Nope 77.Turned Someone Down: Nope...never had the opportunity tbh 78.Sex on the First Date: When i do eventually started dating, that’ll have to be a no 

PERSONAL  

79.Broken Someone’s Heart: Nope 80.Had Your Heartbroken: Nope 81.Been Arrested: Nope 82.Cried When Someone Died: Yes 83.Fallen For A Friend: Been years since I last did that

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

84.Yourself: Trying to 85.Miracles: Nope 86.Love At First Sight: Sort of 87.Santa Claus: Far too old for that 88.Kiss on the First Date: Hell yes. If you like that motherfucker and want to kiss them go ahead and kiss them

OTHER

90.Current Best Friend’s Name: Isabella @racetotheedgelove 91.Eye Colour: Blue 92.Favourite Movie: Batman Begins

I tag: @thegladelf, @shakariantrash, @thexann and whomever else wants to do this 

I like my morning ⏰ alarm songs 🎶 today. I got up after one full tune. Taylor taught me how to feel. Wawames is already knocking at my door 🚪. He has all this longing curious innocent look 😺. I went to pick him up he ran away from me. I didn’t fall asleep 😴 right away after cooking 🥘. I couldn’t find my rings 💍 and that was enough to cause me to panic. There I was, water 💦 exhausted 💤 from the pool 🏊🏻‍♀️ only to get riled up by my inattention. I had no clue where I placed my jewelry. Usually, I have an idea 💡. I traced back all the possible places and looked for 🔎 them more than twice. No luck. I found it by happenstance in a place I would not thought 💭 about. I am excited 😆 for new pants 👖. Lululemon like or Zella’s. I call Zs. I better check for quality 🛍.

I am actually in my best behavior. I was able to keep it together. But Saturday afternoon I just lost it. I couldn’t take my Mom’s little things frustration. I had it. I am going to tell it as it is. You might not believe me. However, I didn’t have my phone 📱 to take pictures 📸 of every sordid moments I had faced in jail. I took it like a real pro. I had a lot of time for myself and I do what I do best think 🤔. I took it a serious business. Yes, it could crush your spirit. I came out after two days crying 😭. I had to make a quick decision to be stone tough or let them know how it feels. I sobbed 😢. It wasn’t even bad.

It might not change how you see me and know me. But it’ll be used by my detractors to make me feel bad 😔 about things and about myself. Heck, I thought 💭 to myself can I take the heat ♨️today without an outburst. I shall not think 🤔 about it. I was pretty tough. I wasn’t scared 😱 getting arrested because the police 🚔 is your friend but in the holding cell you feel like mosquitoes 🦟 bite you. You change into an outfit worn by other inmates. It was gross. I could have been in a rougher prison. My fellow inmate was rowdy from the hood. But we treated each other with respect. I wasn’t terrified of her. The bed 🛏 was so uncomfortable 😣. That is the main reason I don’t want to be back. You might forget and look over the reason for your loss of control. However not having your life’s luxuries 🤩 makes you ask yourself “what the heck am I doing here? I have a good life.”

I threw a temper tantrum on my parents. I spilled the salad 🥗 on the floor. My Dad threatened to call the cops 👮🏻‍♂️ and my Mom did. It wasn’t really bad until I acted up and showed the officers how angry 😡 I am at my parents. They let my fit rip and I knocked off the vases 🏺 towards the wall. I told them my Dad was going to clean the 🧹 salad 🥗 mess and I kicked all the kitty 🐱 litters. I was like a spoiled brat having a temper bout which in all reality that was what it was. I couldn’t get what I want. My needs were withheld.

I was cuffed for Domestic Violence. My main concern was how this shall affect my future prospects. It’s not too bad. Yet, it is a record. My farsightedness was working and I decided and told the jailer I would not shower 🚿 while I was there. It was a two day sit. The stuff were shabby. Who wore this? You have no privacy there. When I laid down I didn’t cover my entire self to remind me that I shouldn’t get use to or comfortable if you may being there. I said to me, “Welcome to your extended family’s delinquent list 📝. What an achievement.” #almostconvict I said I would not go to California 🐻 because it’s too shameful. I don’t want to show myself. Nah. I should tell them the story of how I felt like I was my cousin Dooo who used illegal substances and that messed up his ability to reason. I maybe dogged with trolls for doing exemplary. However, it is no excuse to act criminally. I am a person held liable for my actions just like everybody else if not more and I get that.

I shall never forget the bad smell and taste 🥄 of food 🥘. My feet 🦶🏻 were cracking from lack of moisture 🧴. Washing your face was a treat. The cold water 💧 was soothing. Drinking it 🚰horrible. I did things there that shall give the best results coming out. I ate my meals 🍽 and paid attention at my diet. I brushed my teeth 🦷. I stayed out in the common room to remind me of what I do when I am not there. The air and lighting there was torture. It’s difficult to fall asleep 😴 with the intense light 💡and sometimes lack of air. Oh, the walls are porous. You can hear 👂🏾 every door slams. For the most part the guards were nice. It could be dehumanizing. I wondered what the Jews felt being locked 🔒 unjustly for who you are. I kept them in mind and feel what they went through for years. Excapo. The dread. I talked to the judge 👩🏼‍⚖️. I liked her. I explained myself. I don’t want to be back. Yeah, it changes you. I am tough in spirit. I am happy 😃 that I used that mental toughness to take it like a startrooper.

I never thought 💭 of it humorous at all. It was not to be taken lightly. When I got back home 🏡 I felt the fatigue of being there and I need that shower 🚿. I spad it 🧖🏼‍♀️. I scrubbed and shaved and perfume. I should get ready for morning work out 💪🏾 🏃🏼‍♀️.

Things I learned:

(1) Voice out anger 😠 and not let it destroy you inside BUT in an appropriate way.

(2) Hold yourself together in the most emotional situations. Yeah, I am not entirely marble.

(3) Think 🤔 yourself better to actions that gets the best outcomes.

In one word, self- regulation is a good thing to have.

April 2015/May 2017

1. Last kiss Matt on his bed / Jonathan  2. Last phone call Mom / Mom  3. Last text message Sent something to Danni don’t remember what / Asked Azita if she wants anything from Aldi  4. Last song you listened to Novacane / Wicked Game by Chris  5. Last time you cried Tonight / I think four weeks ago  HAVE YOU EVER: 6. Dated someone twice Not really / No   7. Been cheated on No I cheated with  8. Self harmed No 9. Lost someone special Yeah 10. Been depressed Yes 11. Been drunk and threw up No

THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: 12. had sex Not really, playing around was hot though / Yes, the best sex I’ve had was definitely with Jonathan  13. How many people have you had sex with this year? None, but I have played a little with Matty / 1 15. Made a new friend Yes indeed 17. Laughed until you cried Yep  18. Met someone who changed you Not this year no 19. Found out who your true friends were I found out long ago, and I haven’t let anyone new in that much / It’s something I don’t believe will ever be something you stop finding out to be honest. Different times in my life will show me different sides to people. 

20. Found out someone was talking about you No one talks about me anymore, I don’t give em that luxury ;) / I haven’t found out for sure but I do have a feeling that Carly and possibly Taylor don’t think that highly of me thanks to none other but the lovely Sandra :) So, you know, someone who was my best friend bitching about me is always nice, right?   26. What did you do for your last Birthday Awww I had a big burrito and churro get together with my best friends. Was such a beautiful weekend. / My last birthday ... I Think Sandra and I went out for dinner and dessert and I saw a few friends but I was a little sad about it tbh. I invited so many people and none of them came along.  27. What time did you wake up today Like 10 AM / 11 PM 29. Name something you CANNOT wait for I think I’m looking forward to seeing Brian again, and I can’t wait for my holidays / Supanova and my birthday dinner :) Oh and of course, all AFI concert with Azita, and hopefully going on a holiday to the islands for my 25th and also getting my tattoo this year. 

30. Last time you saw your all of your siblings at the same time Over an hour ago / Couple of hours ago  31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life? Dad to still be here / At the moment I wish my family and I lived in a better house, I wish dad was still alive and well and I wish I had a job then I’d be a lot happier I think. 32. What are you listening to right now? Rainy mood app / Sound soother - 8 hour relaxation  33. When is the last time you had sex? I haven’t / Feb  34. Who’s getting on your nerves right now No one / urgh... Sandra I guess. Just how she’s gone about this whole situation. No consideration or care for my feelings, lousy excuses to have been treating me like I’m satan and she’s the angel trying to protect herself from me.  35. Most used app Facebook / Instagram and Spout, for sure.  36. Favorite color Blue and black  37. Nicknames Rosey 38. Relationship Status Single 39. Zodiac sign Sexy and Seductive Scorpio :P 40. Male or female female 41. Primary school Liverpool public and Busby west 42. Secondary School James busby high, quakers hill high 43. High school/college Wyndham college 44. Eye color Dark brown / Brown 

46. Height Not sure 47. Do you have a crush on someone Brian, yes / Kurt Cobain :P   48. What do you like about yourself I am so much like everyone I love, I am my mother, I am my father, my fallen idol Jeff Buckley, my favorite tv show characters Dean and Sam Winchester, Garth. I am Prue and Phoebe Halliwell and I am so influenced by my friends. These people are all an extension of me. / I’m kind and caring and forgiving and I don’t always conform to the norm of society and I actually think and feel and I’m actually able to have such an open mind that I can form a completely unbias opinion on things and situations including times when I know I have to own up to something when I know I am wrong. *breathes*  49. Piercings Just ears but they’re closing up 50. Tattoos Not any yet / First one will be a turtle and a moon.  51. Righty or lefty Righty FIRSTS: 53. First piercing Ears- age 5 I think, or younger / Nah I was definitely about 2 or 3.  54. First best friend Sophie Lemon and Rebecca Clark. 55. First kiss Ellie 56. First boyfriend Never had one RIGHT NOW: 59. Eating Nothing yet / m&m’s  60. Drinking Nothing / Jasmine Green Tea 61. I’m about to Go get something to eat  / get back to writing my paper after this quiz 63. Waiting for Brian, Sandra or Matt to reply / This quiz to finish 

YOUR FUTURE: 64. Want kids? Yeah/ I want two daughters and a son. Prudence, Patricia Grace and Alan.  65. Get married? Yeah I don’t mind 66. Career Social Worker or counselor / I got a coupla ideas. I want a job at my university, though. Ultimately. I would like to either get a job as an HR Assistant, IT Tech, Careers Assistant, Study Coach or Student Advisor. Either way, I want a long term career at my university.  WHICH IS BETTER: 67. Lips or eyes Eyes 68. Hugs or kisses Hugs 69. Shorter or taller Taller 70. Older or Younger Older 71. Romantic or spontaneous Both   72. Nice stomach or nice arms Both / Doesn’t matter too much. I’d like a guy who is not too fat though  73. Sensitive or loud Dunno 74. Hook-up or relationship I’m not fussed / Relationship.  HAVE YOU EVER: 76. Kissed a stranger I’ve kissed someone I barely knew, but he wasn’t really a stranger 77. Drank hard liquor No 78. Lost glasses/contacts No 79. Had sex No 80. Broken someone’s heart Yes :( 82. Been arrested No 83. Turned someone down Yeah 84. Cried when someone died Yeah 85. Fallen for a friend Only the great Matty / Yeah  DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 86. Yourself Yes I am here, I exist, haha 87. Miracles Not really 88. Love at first sight No 89. Heaven Yeah 90. Santa Clause No 91. Kiss on the first date Yeah 92. Angels Yeah 93. How would you label yourself? - 94. Someone You Pray Everyday For I don’t pray 95. Did you sing today Yeah 96. Who From All Your Ex’s have You Cared The Most About I have no ex but in the dozen set of guys I loved, adored and deeply cared for Matt only. He was everything to me at one point. Don’t think that really goes away / I don’t have an ex and I remember who i cared for the most at one point, but those days are completely over and I have no desire to go back or think back.  97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go? 2003-7, drag daddy-o to the doctors. Even if I have to bang my head against the wall throw a full blown tantrum, beg whatever have you I will do it. / Yep, to this day. I don’t know if meddling with the forces of time will fuck up any future that is meant to be, I don’t know if I even believe that anymore. That everything happens for a reason and you can’t save people and everything has a time. Does everything really have a time? Are we really so powerless? Why did my dad’s death have to happen so early, what lesson or good or future plan could have been accomplished by it? It’s six fucking years later and I’m still living the same story, sure theres progress being made but it could have happened with dad here because those changes are inevitable. There was literally no point to his death other than God deciding to bring my family and I some more suffering and a less brighter future.   98. Out Of Everything In The World What Do You Wish For To own a time machine that goes back in time. 99. Are you afraid of falling in love? Yes, terrified. / Nope  100. Do you like the way you look? Only sometimes.