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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years ago

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Irresistibly Yours

Chapter 2 - Noise Complaint

Summary - Y/N Y/L/N moves to NYC in hopes for a fresh start after a nasty breakup. There she meets her neighbor, the cynical lawyer, Dean Winchester. A love-hate relationship starts evolving between them ever since they met in the elevator one morning but a desperate situation and a string of lies forces the two friendly rivals to go on a date or rather a fake date. Will sparks fly between them when Dean gets to know Y/N real and up close? Will Y/N finally find her Prince Charming in the grumpy, workaholic, divorce lawyer?

Pairing - Lawyer!Dean Winchester x Y/N

Warning - None expect meanie Dean (Suspicious, isn’t it?)

WC - 2154

Square Filled - Don't put me in this position ( @anyfandomgoesbingo )

A/N - I promise the next chapter will have more of Dean and more conflict! This is just the beginning of a very long ride. Enjoy!

Beta’d by @miss-nerd95

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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The silence in the cab on her way back to her apartment gave her the quality time she needed to think. In a few weeks, Meg was getting married and now, since they knew, Y/N had to show up with her 'boyfriend’. She racked her brain, scrambling to come up with a good excuse because it was all a big lie.

Every time, however, she reached two conclusions - either make a fool of herself and admit that she lied or tell everyone that she broke up and be the one person at the wedding that everyone looks down on with pitiful eyes.

There was a third option, which was risque as hell too, cause Y/N barely knew the man and their first meeting did not go so well, but there was definitely something about him that made her blush every time she thought of him.The way he carried himself and the dominating vibes he gave off, sent shivers down her spine. Maybe he wasn't a morning person and she did start blabbering in the elevator the minute she stepped in. She swallowed hard when she remembered the way her name rolled off his tongue. ‘How did he know?’ She wondered.

As Y/N boarded the elevator, she thought about how, she wanted nothing more than to see a certain green-eyed man again. She had been residing in this complex for almost three months but she had never seen the man before. Maybe he was new here, in this apartment building, who knew? Mind plagued by millions of thoughts, Y/N trudged down the empty hallway to her cosy little home.

“Who invented these fucking heels?” She grumbled as she freed her feet out of the painful, yet pretty high heels when she reached the comfort of her own home. Shrugging her coat off, she relaxed as her ass hit the soft mattress of the couch.

“I need a date in seven weeks.” She said, making a mental note of the wedding date. This was the only wedding she ever looked forward to attending where she knew she wouldn't have to face the constant stream of questions involving her dating life and a particular man. All she ever wanted was to be with her close friend on the best day of her life.

“First dress fitting - tomorrow at 10.” Her phone lit up with an incoming text and groaning, she dropped her head backwards. Y/N couldn't even skip the wedding if she wanted to. She was one of the bridesmaids and it wouldn't be fair to both Meg and Cas, if she didn't attend it. A smile graced her frowning face when she remembered the time Cas proposed to her friend on Valentine's Day. Cliche- Y/N would say, but deep down, she knew she just wanted what Cas and Meg had.

A sigh left her lips as she got up, still in her work clothes. She put on some light music as she went into the bathroom to freshen up. After the long, tiring day she had, a warm bath and a Ryan Gosling movie were very much needed. Quickly stripping off, she stepped into the tub. She leaned her head backwards, closing her eyes, as the warm water soothed her aching body and her troubled mind.

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone,” Y/N sang along the song, slightly off tune but she didn't care, as she stepped out of the bathroom after some time. She let go of the towel wrapped around her body and stepped into a pair of comfortable pjs. Getting a box cold pizza out from her refrigerator, she turned up the volume of the music playing in her apartment.

“He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring, and said,” Y/N yelled out the chorus when she started to heat up the pizza. Her private singing session, however, was cut short by a sudden knock on the door. She grudgingly pressed pause as she walked up to the door to find out the unwanted visitor.

“Excuse me- Ms L/N?” As soon as she opened the door, she was met by a very familiar, deep baritone that had been haunting her.

“Dean Winchester. And please, call me Y/N,” she breathed out. The formality in Dean’s voice made her cringe. Her eyes fell as she took in the man in front.

Dean had gotten rid of the dapper grey suit and slipped into a much laid back look. A black polo t-shirt fitted over his body and plain blue jeans hugging his bowlegs perfectly. The look on his face mirrored the one from the morning and Y/N wondered if he would look better with a smile on. Her train of thoughts were again rudely interrupted by the man speaking.

“I assume you're having somewhat of a casual evening,” Dean said, his hands waving to point at her pjs, making her suddenly self-conscious of her clothing state.

“Y-yeah. How may I help you?” She asked, genuinely curious.

“See, I moved in the apartment right beside you a few days ago, and I think you might have noticed sometime or the other that there are other people living in this building as well,” Dean said, his face not imparting any sort of emotions, “You might be having a casual evening but I can assure you that there's at least one person who is certainly not. Turn the music level down.”

Y/N’s mouth fell open at Dean’s words but she wasn't going to turn down the volume just because a man turned up at her door, asking her to do so. His words were sharp, but his tone was downright rude, and it was definitely not because he wasn't a morning person. The least he could have done was ask her nicely.

“Well, listen here pal, no one's having a problem, other than you. So you can go back to your room, put on some earplugs and do whatever the heck you were doing before you decided to make my day more awful,” Y/N said, taking a threatening stance with hands on her hips, a deep frown on her face.

“I'll file a noise complaint report against you.” Dean warned with his pointer finger right in front of her eyes.

“It's just music. Learn to appreciate the little things in life.” She said while rolling her eyes.

“I'm a very busy man and I got work to do, alright? And speaking about music, play something actually good like Zeppelin and people will personally come up to thank you. This song is not even a classic.” Dean spat back.

“Believe me or not, everyone is a Swiftie at heart.” She smirked with a sarcastic shrug. Dean’s lips twitched in anger as his face grew more rigid before he said, “If you don't lower the volume, expect a noise complaint report delivered with your newspaper tomorrow.” He walked away before Y/N had a chance to even think of a comeback.

Glancing over his shoulder, Dean went inside his own apartment room right beside Y/N’s. She glared at the empty hallway before swinging her door shut and walked back to her room towards her amazon echo, turning the music down anyway. She couldn't risk getting a report filed against her, and the man appeared to be dead serious about what he threatened to do.

“Stupid Dean Winchester.” She grumbled.

Squinting at the clock, Y/N woke up the next morning to loud bangs on her door. 7:30 am, it read. Removing the covers, she immediately shivered when the cool air hit her bare legs.

Hair still a mess, she grabbed her robe from the nearby chair, putting it on along with her slippers before she warily made her way to the door. “Dean will be complaining now for sure.” She grumbled as she unlocked her door to reveal her friend standing on the other side in a dishevelled state, eyes red like a mad woman.

“Meg?” Her face scrunched up in confusion as the said woman shoved past her into her apartment. “You’re wearing your shirt inside out.” Y/N closed the door behind her as Meg took a seat on the couch.

“Can I have some water?” Y/N dumbfoundedly nodded at her friend’s request and went to her kitchen to retrieve a glassful. Handing the glass over to her, she sat down next to the brunette who gulped down the entire glass of water in one go. Setting the utensil down on the wooden coffee table in front, she turned towards Y/N with slightly glossy eyes as she spoke, “I don’t want to go and finalise the dresses.”

Her words elicited a laugh from Y/N before she said, “Okay, bridezilla, we can reschedule it. Cas should better watch out!” She chuckled out the last words.

“No, y-you don’t understand!” Meg grabbed her friend’s hands, surprising the latter, “I don’t want to try the dress on at all.” Y/N was utterly surprised over her friend's outburst.

“Honey, you have a wedding in less than two months.” Y/N cooed as a few drops of tears rolled down the bride-to-be’s cheeks. “Meg, talk to me. Did something happen between you two?”

The woman shook her head, letting the other lady in the room know that she didn't have to kick Cas’ ass to her relief, but it confused her even further. Since their engagement five months ago, Meg had been over the moon and had started planning every minute detail with high precision and finesse for her big day.

“What if I'm making a huge mistake?”

“Don’t put me in this position. You know how I am when it comes to-”

“But I need to know, and I trust you.”

Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line before she said, “Cas is the best thing that has ever happened to you-”

“You barely even knew me when I started to go out with him. We have only been together for fifteen months - five of which I have spent being engaged to him. What if I regret this later?” Meg's words were correct. Y/N used to barely talk to her when she had started dating Cas, but all through those eighteen months, as she slowly got to know the pair well enough, she knew that they were clearly meant to be in it for the long haul.

“But I have never seen you regret your decision to be with Cas even once… so why start now?.” Y/N politely answered, her hands letting go of her distraught friend's iron-clad grasp and reaching out to soothe her.

“Sometimes even if you have been with your man for what feels like forever, marrying him might seem to be the worst decision you can ever make, but it doesn't matter how long you have been with him. When you know, you know. Follow your heart.” Meg looked up at her as she mulled her words over before speaking.

“I love him.” She said.

“Then go, be with him.” Y/N smiled. Crisis averted.

A smile started to appear on Meg’s tear stained face as her eyes twinkled with a suggestive glimmer in them. Fiddling with her sparkling ring, she said, “Dean’s good for you. Don't let him go.”

Y/N was taken aback by her friend's supposition. She sat up straight in her seat as heat crept up her neck. Her mind was stuck in a turmoil as she tried to come up with an appropriate response.

“He’s not-Dean is not-” She stuttered, the words got stuck in her throat when she tried to think of a decent excuse. Maybe, this was the universe giving her a chance to take back everything she had said before, but the disheartened look on her friend’s face made her rethink her decision. After all, a little white lie never hurt anybody. “Yeah, he is a good man.” Meg smiled as Y/N played her into the deception game once again.

“Will he be at the wedding?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“What are you waiting for? Unless he is a figment of your imagination, ask him! I want to meet this certain Dean Winchester.” Meg giggled.

“I don’t have such vivid imaginations, Meg.” Y/N let out a nervous chuckle. She was now being given an ample amount of opportunities to tell the truth, then why was it so hard for her to deny everything she had said? Maybe she liked living in this utopian world where for once, no one deemed her as the broken, pathetic girl who failed to make a man stay. Maybe deep down, she wanted this damn lie to be true.

“I’ll ask him but you do know how men are about weddings.” She replied, having no knowledge of how to keep her end of the promise.

Chapter 3

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 4 years ago

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Satisfied, Part 13

First

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Her head reeled as she got in the limo that Bruce had prepared to get her home. She’d gotten the Wayne’s numbers. She was allowed to come back any time. She apparently had an honorary bedroom to decorate already.

She fidgeted with the coffee she’d brought from home, still trying to get rid of the nervous energy from the night. It doesn’t matter how much time you have to prepare yourself or how nice the family is, meeting a friend’s family is a nerve-wracking experience.

Her eyes found their way to Tim across from her. He had his head in his hands like he was nursing a headache.

Marinette glanced at her drink and handed it over. “Caffeine withdrawals already?”

He looked up and smiled, taking it before speaking: “It’s not that, but thanks.”

She pouted. “Well, if it’s not that then you have to give it back!”

Tim laughed and took a sip, then his nose scrunched up and he handed it back. “Gladly. What type of coffee is that?”

She shrugged. “Instant.”

“Why?”

“Cheaper.”

His eyebrows knit together. “Do you need any help?”

She rolled her eyes and leaned back in her seat. “Just because I go for cheaper things when I can doesn’t mean I’m broke, it just means that I don’t spend money where I don’t have to.”

“Yeah, but that’s awful.”

“Not if you drink it fast enough,” she shrugged. “Weren’t you adopted, though? Wasn’t there a time where you didn’t have, I don’t know, millions of dollars to sit on?”

His face reddened slightly. “Um... about that... I was kinda rich from the getgo.”

She snickered. “The ultimate rich kid, huh? Does the money stack or can you even tell at this point?”

All he could do was grin before the car came to a stop. She glanced up and realized that it wasn’t a stoplight, she was actually at her place. That was quick. Maybe she should learn to drive.

She smiled as Tim walked her up to the apartment and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “That was fun. Terrifying. But fun.”

He grinned. “I’m glad you liked them. And, now that you’ve met my family, you don’t have to go back!”

“Incorrect.” She stepped inside and slipped off her shoes. “I’m going back every day.”

He groaned. “No, don’t do that. I can only keep you and Damian apart for so long! There’s only so many excuses!”

She walked to her mirror and started pulling bobby pins from her hair. “Don’t even see why you’re doing that.”

“It would be a disaster.”

She gave only a short laugh in response.

“No, really! You guys are way too different to get along, and he’s not exactly the most pleasant person to be around at first.”

Her hair came down in an awkward poof over her head and she sighed as she continued to run her fingers through the mess to try and fix it. “Bet you a coffee that it’ll go fine.”

“A coffee that I would already be paying for?”

Marinette snickered. “Of course,” she said, wiping her face.

“Great.” She could almost feel his eyeroll. “But, seriously, the longer it takes for you two to meet, the better. Maybe I can postpone it until one of you dies stupidly. Preferably him, but.”

She finally turned back to look at him and couldn’t help but snicker. He was still hovering in the doorway, apparently unable to come in without express permission to do so.

“I guess I’ll be stopping by Wayne Manor a lot for the next few weeks.”

“You wouldn’t. I’ll revoke your coffee privileges again.”

She didn’t even blink, rifling through her purse for a few seconds to pull out her phone. He frowned curiously as she pulled up her texts. “Mr. Wayne...”

His eyes widened and he finally came in, if only to try and snatch the phone from her hands. She grinned as she dodged his grab and slid away on her socks.

“Have those rich people not taught you that you shouldn’t wear shoes inside?”

He huffed and slipped off his shoes, tossing them at the door and making another lunge for her. She ducked out of the way and then ran to her kitchen area. But now he was blocking her only real exit. Great plan.

She laughed and tried to still look confident, but her eyes were darting around anxiously for escape. “Just give my privileges back and I won’t send anything,” she cooed.

Tim smiled smugly, apparently aware he had won. “No. I don’t think I will.”

She typed a bit and mumbled along: “Please tell Tim to give me back my coffee privileges.”

His smile dropped as her finger hovered over the send button.

They were at a standstill. She couldn’t really run (well, she could technically hop the counter, but that wasn’t exactly a thing normal people could do). Any slow attempts for him would end in her pressing the button, and any fast ones might startle her into pressing it anyways.

He sighed. “Fine. I really need to stop letting you grab phones... You can come once a week.”

She grinned and let her hand fall to her side. “Twice.”

“I won’t let you in.”

“Jason would.”

He shrugged. “Not if I explained why I was doing it.”

She pouted. “C’mon, pleeeease?”

He looked at the puppy-dog eyes. Big mistake. He groaned and threw his hands up in defeat. “Fine. Fine. Twice a week.”

She grinned and wrapped him in a hug. “You won’t regret it!”

“Definitely will, but...” He smiled and hugged back, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “See you tomorrow?”

She nodded and pulled away. “Of course. You’re paying, after all.”

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Alright comet-kun has won comedy everyone go home--

But yeah I could see that. Imo Jason would probably make a bunch of really bad dating AUs for his siblings because ‘they need to find love SOMEWHERE’ and he has exactly 0 clue why they’re so popular. He never does any about himself and when someone asked why he doesn’t like Red Hood he outright ADMITS to being him. No one bats and eye. Everyone thinks Jason is just a master shitposter and/or vigilante superfan.

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aphrodite-mademedoit · 4 years ago

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Things that keep me up at night.

#1- The fact that Bow’s dad’s are historians and never once asked to visit him at this “historian boarding school” seems a little sketch.

#2- Where does Bow even sleep?? Adora and Glimmer have their own rooms so did Glimmer go up to Angella one day like “Hey mom this is my friend Bow hes just going to live with us now. K. Thanks”

#3- Does Catra take showers? does she lick herself clean?

#4- On the subject of Catra; she has like really sharp claws, so how do her and Adora do the do?? I imagine that would be rather painful.

#5- Are Melog and Swift Wind considered pets? Does someone feed them or do they feed themselves?

#6- While Horde Prime is taking over kingdoms across Etheria isn't it weird that their respective princesses weren't there? Instead of staying and helping their kingdoms they were like peace out, good luck everyone, I’ll be in Bright moon with the other princesses if you need me.

#7- Why are Bow and Glimmer (minus the Horde orphans) the only ones with parents. how is there a 11 3/4 year old princess and that seems normal?

#8- How small is Etheria?? One minute everyone is in Bright Moon and they all of a sudden need to go to the fright zone and its just like a hop, skip and a jump away! (assuming Glimmer didn't teleport them or Swifty didn’t give them a ride)

#9- Dragons! you can’t show Adora that Mara may or may not have had a damn dragon then casually glance over it while they are on beast island. #that was maras dragon and you cant convince me otherwise

#10- In season 5 they finally cleared up what exactly Grayskull was, but no one thought to question it any other time?? Especially Adora, shes just going around swinging her sword and yelling “For the honor of Grayskull” having no idea what it means.

#11- Probably the one that keeps me up the most. Where the Fuck did Catra come from? Did someone leave a box of kittens somewhere in the fright zone and shadow weaver happened to come across it, took her by herself back to the horde and then couldn't get rid of her once Adora saw her??? Literally everyone else has similarities to others, but not one person looks like Catra in all of Etheria (except Melog) where did this sassy bitch come from.

Thanks for coming to my T.E.D talk. Please don’t take anything I rant about seriously, things that keep me up at night are insomnia not the wonders that are She-ra.

Anything else people wondered about after watching the show?

#spop #she-ra #shera #catra #adora #glimmer #spop bow #catadora #she-ra and the princesses of power #things that keep me up at night #catradora

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meetmeatmidnightsblog · 6 years ago

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Happy Easter ( jaylor fanfic) part one.

It was four days until Easter and things in Taylor's life was crazy as usual. She powered through the work week, by posting an official countdown on most of her social media websites, Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr to declare the next clue to her seventh album. Joe alwyn had texted her at three this morning. Which was 7am his time. She rubs her tired eyes, reads the message he sent.

"Good morning babe. I wanted to let you know that I was just thinking about you. I can't wait to see you again."

She loves reading the texts he sends her. To some people it might sound annoying, or cheesy. It gave her hope when he was far away. She hated sleeping in there bed alone. In a few short days he would be beside her once more.

She crawled out of bed, goes into the closet, puts on a bright pink dress, and straightens her long blonde hair. She planned a big Easter egg hunt in the backyard. It was time to decorate the eggs, dye them.

Her mother Andrea swift and her brother Austin came over to help. She ran downstairs, let's them into the house. She gave her mother and brother a hug.

Austin could see the love in his sisters eyes each time he saw her. She was much lighter on her feet. To her she was still a country girl, playing with her dolls. She deserves to be happy. Besides he likes Joe. He's a great guy. He's a perfect fit in their crazy, mixed up family.

Taylor pulls the eggs, food dye out. She was a mad woman in the kitchen. Her brother didn't get in the way unless he wanted to lose an arm or a leg. He remembered the number of times that they died eggs as young kids. There parents would put on a show so they would never stop believing in the Easter bunny.

Andrea got the bowls from the cupboards, dropped one ounce of coloring dye inside. She stirs the red, yellow, blue, green, pink. Taylor moved around them. Her mother did everything she could to help make things easier.

"Tay, is Joe coming to the Easter egg hunt this weekend?."

"Yes, mom he will be there. I'm picking him up from the airport tonight."

"Tell him I said hello."

Taylor was embarrassed to say that. She loves her mom very much. It was a normal thing. She was still containing in her excitement and anticipation. In just six hours Joe would be here. She couldn't wait to see his face, ocean blue eyes, his kiss his soft pink lips.

She often wondered when he would randomly pop the most life changing question. They've talked a lot about marriage, engagement rings, wedding dresses, moving in together, and how many kids they might want to have.

She was locked in her own daydream when Austin nudges his older sister. He finds it funny that she gets caught up in a dream that no one else really sees or tolerates unless you're passionately in love. She was clearly star struck.

"Earth to Taylor!." Austin shouts in his sisters right ear. She jolts back to reality, punches him with her elbow. He whines "Why you gotta be so mean to me?."

Andrea rolls her eyes at the children. Those two can act like wild cats. There bickering fights never last long. She steps in between them, breaks up the tension before a fight break out.

"enough you two."

"sorry mom."

"It's okay kids."

Taylor got most of the eggs colored and in the fridge, along with the rest of the food. Austin and her mother stayed at the house, cleaned up. She rushes out of the door, drove to the airport. She parks the car, runs to the terminal gate.

Joe's plane had just landed, on time thankfully. He couldn't wait to see Taylor Swift once he got out of the gate. She shoves through the crowd of friends, families, husband's, wife's, kids. That we're waiting.

Joe alwyn scans the crowd for his girlfriend. She was hard to miss. She was lost in a sea of travelers who were coming home for the Easter holiday weekend. She pushed through the pile of people.

"Taylor, Taylor!." he never used her last name. To avoid a stampied of swiftie fans in the sworm of people. He finds her behind a lovely family of five.

She knew the sound of his voice anywhere. It was one that you couldn't forget. She followed his tone through the noise, spotted him. She ran into him. He caught her before she could fall onto the floor, and get stepped on.

He picks her up, spins her around in light circles. She wraps her arms around his neck, kisses his lips. She was over the moon. He was finally in her embrace, not just in her dreams. Wet tears slid down her face, he whips them away.

"Welcome home!."

"I've missed you!. How have you been. Tell me everything you've been doing."

Joe grabs her other hand, holds it as they walk to baggage claim together. He didn't care if others stared at him. He was home, with his girlfriend. She waited by a set of chairs as luggage slides down the carsel. He picks up his two suit cases.

A young girl, no older than five years old walks over to the singer. He turns around, waits. He loves seeing her interact with kids. She was a natural mother. She refused to see it. He planned a special event, one that was kept secret.

Taylor took pictures with the young girl, signed an older copy of her 1989 album. She enjoyed taking photographs, Autographs with her fans. This little girl was adorable. She had blonde hair, green eyes. She asked about her friend Joe that sat beside her on the flight.

"He was very nice and charming." looks like the girl approved of him. She was five. It made Taylor's heart jump. She forgot how obvious, truthful kids can be. This one was polite and cute.

"Yes he is." was her response.

The girl glanced at Joe then back at Taylor. She assumed that they were a couple. She was a kid. There was magic in the air. You'd have to be blind not to see it.

"Do you love him?."

Taylor Swift chuckles softly "I am very much in love with him."

The little girl claps her hands together, bouncing up and down. She knew it. Joe would not stop talking about her. He was annoying. But it made the long flight fun for her. Taylor gave the little girl a gentle hug.

"He's a keeper."

"I'm not getting rid of him anytime soon."

"Good. You two belong together."

Joe couldn't help but laugh at this young fan. Taylor was going to give him an ear full once they got into the car. She was not mad at all. She was still coming down from the excitement, adrenaline. She joins her boyfriend, kisses his cheek.

"Sorry about that."

"It's okay babe. You two were precious."

"That young girl really likes you."

He grins "I can't argue with that. I kept her entertained during the flight. She was separated from her parents. It was the least I could do."

Taylor couldn't believe that Joe would give his time up, for some young kid. She appricated him more than he ever knew. She didn't deserve it, not one bit.

"I'm glad you made her trip fun."

"We had a great time. Her parents thanked me afterwards."

Joe wrapped his arms around Taylor's waste as they walked to the parking lot. She didn't let go of his fingers until she had to unlock the door, start the car.

#jaylor fanfics #Happy Easter #Part one #Taylor Swift #Joe alwyn

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itsinvisiblelocket91 · 5 years ago

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13 years of Taylor. (This is long. I’m sorry)

So I’ve decided to tell my story on how I found Taylor and the Impact she’s had one me, and what she’s helped me through the past 13 years. I figure it’s appropriate to do this during the Lover era and 13 years of Taylor!!

I’ll start with when I was 16 (almost 17) and sitting in the dark on my couch with a blanket wrapped around me. I was just skimming through the channels and landed on the ACM Awards. There was a tiny, tall, kinky ,curly, blonde headed girl in a black jacket and denim jeans and a guitar, sitting on a stool. All the sudden she tears it off and goes into dramatics of why this boy should have said no. Soon to go into a rain shower of “no’s”. I absolutely got chills and could not take my eyes off her. She sang in the rain, just drenched, soak and wet but singing her heart out about the boy who did her wrong. She ended the song and I was stunned! She was so happy after her performance. There was a standing ovation and she was so giddy and couldn’t believe the reaction she was getting. So genuine and honest. I replayed and watched it a couple times but at some point I HAD to stop and go to bed. I remember walking up the stairs to my room and decided that I was never gonna forget this girl and I needed to look her stuff up and soon.

Later on I had discovered her debut album “Taylor Swift” but didn’t go into a whole spiral of obsession like I am currently. I had her music on my laptop. I remember me and my friends making horrible remakes of “our song”, “tryin to find a place in this world”, and “Tim McGraw “ if only those video still existed. I started finding posters in magazines of her to hang up on my wall.

One day, my mom came home with the new “fearless” album for me only days after my birthday. I didn’t ask for it, she just got it but I’m so glad she did. The rest of that year, we played that CD to school and back in my moms Jeep. My school was 45 mins away so you can imagine I learned this album QUICK. I was 100% a hopeless romantic in high school and had crazy amount of crushes happening but also learning that they don’t have to like you or they can break up with you through a piece of paper at lunch. I remember wishing the song “15” came sooner for me, but greatful it was there cause even at 17-18 I didn’t know who I was. I felt Taylor was there to help me find that in myself. I was supper shy and definitely made fun of/ bullied in school. It was nice to know someone knew all about it and could let me know how to maybe handle it and all the other things high school came with.

January 13th 2010, my grandpa died of cancer. He had, had it for years at this point. I suddenly couldn’t listen to breathe anymore and still can’t to this day. For some reason it just hits different sense then. He was a father figure to me sense me, my brother and mom lived with my grandma and grandpa after her divorce. Not that my dad wasn’t around. It’s just he was always there to protect me and care for me as much as my mom was.

Soon it was time for me to graduate high school (I graduated early) and I remember being in like a limbo of “what now”. I watched the VMAS that year....2009. I remember watching it live. I burst into my moms room while she was sleeping to tell her what just happened to you. I was so angry. How dare he? You WORKED SO HARD! I laid in bed to mad that I couldn’t do anything. But what else could I do.

Speak Now was then released and I downloaded the album that night. Idky, but I listened to “last kiss” on repeat tell I fell asleep. (Weird I know). At the time I was talking to a certain someone that I never thought would have ever batted an eye in my direction from my high school. I had dated him for a week but it just wasn’t the right time for either of us. Clearly Speak Now said something to me. That night I was in the dark on the phone with him while the moonlight blazed through my blinds. He told me “I would always be of high importance to him and that he wanted to take me out on my birthday” At that moment, I new I needed to jump. I didn’t jump before because I was scared and with other boys I did the same thing before. Nothing.

Speak now told me to do this before you keep regretting not jumping.

I jumped.

I absolutely didn’t have my drivers licenses.

My mom was absolutely out of town

And I absolutely took my car that I would get when legal to drive to go see this boy who gave me a romantic conversation over the phone.

I felt like I was gonna throw up. 100% scared and blaring sparks fly in what was technically my car.

I met him at the park and we went to eat from there in his car.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing. This was jumping.

After that night, that was it. He was it.

I was 19 and 100% sure that this was it.

(Good thing I was right 🥰)

My mom was furious. I even moved out.

I listened to speak now that entire time. It was a huge part of my life. I would cry every time I left him and put on speak now and it would comfort me and I would be ok.

Years go by and then low and be hold RED is debuting

(19 year old jumping from house to house just to be with him. I slept on peoples floors)

My mom had gotten married and moved to Kentucky so I went to visit her. Engaged and sitting in my moms car, my mom comes out of Walgreens with a RED T-shirt, and album for me cause I was begging. I remember hear IKYWT and thinking oh hell, we’re going into something new? I sat in my moms guest room and listened to RED and loved it. I remember thinking how sad I was for Taylor. That this is what love has become for her. Red. Something that will probably end at some point.

That was about the time that the honeymoon phase was fading out for me and my fiancé. It’s funny how that’s like a light switch and you don’t realize what kinda care you have to give and put into your love life until one day, reality hits and you want certain things. Maybe things you both don’t agree on. You start having to grow up and dealing with actual life problems you didn’t see when you were blinded by the infatuation you have for each other. That’s when RED started making sense to me. Fighting and hurting each other cause we’re 20-21 and have no idea what we’re doing. Engaged and love each other but have no clue about life and doing it. That year was my first Taylor Concert with nose bleed seats of course cause I made $7.25 an hour and a friend of mine paid for them. I screamed every word with my poster board and almost broke into tears during the entire thing. I had only wished I could get closer because I wanted to see her face to face for once. I still had the time of my life screaming and jumping around to 22!

(My sign for the red tour)

The RED era started to come to an end and me and my fiancé FINALLY got out first place together. A home that was falling apart, and illegally made into a duplex. No central a/c or heat. Insulation was probably 0% as well. This was the hardest year for us. It was Texas and Texas is brutal with heat. Shake it off debuted and I desperately tried, I promise. I was so excited for this step in Taylor’s Career and was so excited to see what the next step in my life would need to get through it. Another album to help me deal with unknowing in life and my relationship with my fiancé.

One night at midnight, I had no internet to buy an album not any money for album, let alone food in the house. I stayed up all night waiting for the album to download on YouTube that someone posted. I would buy the album which I did and still have but that night I just needed to hear it. I was up tell 5am. I didn’t know that a week later I was going to need this album more than anything.

We had a fight

The fight.

It was horrible. I sat in the dark in our broken home thinking “this can’t be it” I left to my grandmas house the next day in tears and for a week me and him argued, trying to work it out. I couldn’t understand it. I listened to All you had to do was stay like there wasn’t another song to exist. There was a night that I finally got angry. I formed my entire life around this man. How dare you give up on us so easily? I drove down scared and angry and ready to get my stuff while listening to 1989, trying to calm down but the adrenaline was crazy. I get there and that night we both break down and try to ACTUALLY work things out. I listened to Taylor so much that year. 1989 ended up being a staple. I finally got a job and we found a new apartment together. One where our electricity wasn’t $20 a day and I didn’t have to share my trash can with the neighbors. A completely new beginning and trying to heal after such a hard year. Still engaged after 3 years. We finally are getting on track. I even met some amazing people and finally a swiftie who GET ME! Shake it off came on and work and we looked at each other and I’ll never forget it. I made some great friends that I really needed that year. It’s amazing what can happen in 1 year. They ended up being a bridesmaid in my wedding and makeup artist.

YES I SAID MY WEDDING

06/25/16 we finally made it. I walked down the aisle to your in love.

I couldn’t breathe and the a/c in the church was broken in the summer. He was sweating, my dress hit a lantern twice, we joked at the alter with the crowd. It was personal and real and small. Hectic and stressful too.

You disappeared for awhile after this. I couldn’t believe the existent the media, and some reality stars/ rap singers were taking. I was very angry. I was a little confused even and wasn’t sure of what to think. I knew of all the battles at this point that you already were fighting and then this happened. Another limbo without you happened. I had all your music but you were gone. I’m thankful knowing what I do now and that you ended up ok. Better than ok.

You vented your feeling and brought out reputation!!! Naturally this ended up being the year I had to get rid of any toxic friends that I had. I had some actual good friends and I started to see the difference in what I deserved. It also could also do with my age and growing up but still. On top of that, things still ended up being hard for me and my husband that year. We were seeing each other a lot cause of work and we were becoming distant. There was a temptation I had that I didn’t give in to but it hurt. We ended up deciding that we needed to go. Get out of town and leave. We picked up our important belongings and left in 2 weeks tops.

We moved to Kentucky which made me closer to my mom and helped a lot. My husband moved for us away from his family for us and that was everything in itself. I listened to all of her albums on my 14 hour drive from Texas to Kentucky. I was scared beyond belief and with some bumps in the road. We finally made it.

Fast forward to know and it’s been a year in Kentucky and Lover is out.

Me and my husband have decided to try and start a family. That’s how good this move has been for us. We have a 2 bedroom apartment and 2 fur babies. I love the fall here, and Lover has a special place in my heart just like the others. This year has been very good for me and my husband. I was putting up fall decorations a couple days ago and I teared up at the line “this is our place we make the call” I looked around and it WAS ours. I was decorating while he was laughing at his xbox game. We did it. This era is different. I can’t wait to see what this era will show me.

@taylorswift @taylornation

#taylor swift #RED #taylor nation #reputation #lover #taylorswift #iftye #dbatc #taylornation #speak now #1989

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royallyanxious · 6 years ago

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A snapdragon - Apathy (6/6)

The grand finale is here!

Part 1 (Wrecked Coronation)

Part 1.5 written by @quietlypondering

Part 2 (Twirling Spirits)

Part 3 (Poisoned)

Part 4 (Sketches From The Past)

Part 5 (A binded butterfly)

word count: 4.2k

trigger warnings: swearing, blood, Deceit makes an appearance, grey characters

AO3 link

Special shout out to @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 who beta-read this chapter! Thank you so much <3

Over past few weeks Apathy had grown to be a shadow of his old self. He rarely left his room and when he did it was only to aimlessly wander around the mindspace, throw a glance after a glance - all of them full of spite - and go back to his room or to the theatre. At the end even walking around the space became hard for him as the crown on his head was growing heavy with ruby-coloured pieces of memories.

Because at this point Apathy knew. He was careful while gathering information but once he started, it was easy to collect all the pieces. He was now aware of the fact that he had not always been Apathy. That fact existed in him but at the same time, he didn’t feel it. It was like an information taken from a dictionary. Dry and easy to forget, easy to brush away. And Apathy was a fire! He was meant to burn forever, waver in the air like a flag. Strong and visible. He was meant to be alive and eternal, not a term that was meant to be put in dictionary. Or a guinea pig born to be another experiment.

That’s why life had become so draining for him. That was why every look of The Anxious One was harder to bare. Because, now in every look, Apathy saw pity and longing and he couldn’t stand it. Because he knew what the other sides were longing for. And it wasn’t Apathy. To him, it looked like they were chasing a fantasy. Magical fairy that was long lost in the hot muzzle of the dragon.

He, Apathy, The King, sneered and hung his knee over the arm of his throne.

“Creativity.” he said out loud, his face twisting as if he ate a sour bloody pomegranate. “Creativity, you little bitch...” he repeated the name, trying to make it less strange, trying to bring it closer to his dark heart. He failed.

Roman closed his eyes, letting heavy eyelids fall down, covering the crimson fire burning in his soul.

“You little bitch.” he said again, this time much slower, savouring the insult on his tongue. He tapped the pocket on the level of his heart. The one which was hiding a sketch of his past self.

“You destroyed everything.” roared Apathy, swifty pulling the sketch out.

The drawing was showing a man, half of his face stained with a shadow but even despite that Apathy could see the striking resemblance of the man on the sketch with himself. In a moment on weakness he teared the paper into a half and allowed it to softly fall on the ground. Him trying to tear it apart didn’t change anything. It was still covered with lines while Apathy desperately wanted the paper to be blank.

He needed- no, he wanted a blank page.

A low scoff rumbled in his throat. Dangerous, wild and demanding. He wanted the life that was meant for him. He wanted power and, above all, he wanted to be himself. The emotions were tormenting Apathy’s soul and he didn’t want this to happen. With a snap of his fingers, red fire lightened up two cursed pieces of paper. The portrait was twisting in a flames looking less and less like Roman and more and more like Apathy’s fiery heart.

Finally, all that was left were two even piles of ash. Apathy waved his hand and the ash started dancing on the ground, until it completely disappeared into the thin air. It didn’t take his burden away.

Roman rested chin on his palm, methodically trying to sort the facts in his head. But he wasn’t logical like The Logical One was. Roman was passionate like a burning match and just as easy to burn out apparently.

How furious Apathy was that one, seemingly irrelevant, thing had poisoned his mind. After all what did it matter that he used to be Creativity? What did it change? The ties were long cut and Roman himself had no vivid memories of that time. It should not matter. It should be a fact left in the dictionary.

And yet something in his heart was longing for truth. The hunger was like a disease, eating him alive. No matter how many times Apathy explained to himself that he should move on… he couldn’t. Hence to which he was spending yet another day locked in his own kingdom, empty and cold.

With slight difficulty Roman raised up his head and fluttered his eyelids.

The hall in front of him was long and seemed almost never-ending. But Apathy knew exactly what was on the other side of the room. It was a door. And it wouldn’t open. Even though they belonged to Roman. And apparently fate had deemed it hilarious because it created the same door in the theatre. And none of them were letting Roman inside.

Quiet like a mouse, sly like a fox and fearless like a lion, surpassing a fake yawn, Apathy stepped down from his throne. The air twitched impatiently and Roman formed a fist, trying to tangle the tension in the air into a bullet. When he opened his palm, it was empty. No weapon for him. He clenched his teeth and started angrily walking down the hall. There were only two exits from this room. One behind Roman and the other one - in front of him. And Apathy had no intention in going back, he wanted break with the past by conquering future, not running away from it.

Not for the first time the hall, his hall, seemed longer than earlier. The crown on Apathy’s head was crooked, his outfit wrinkled but his eyes - full of determination. So he kept walking. He wasn’t going to give up. If something made him antsy, he was going to get rid of the problem. That’s what a kings do. They don’t run away. They fight.

So when sharp wind started blowing in his face, Roman didn’t stop nor turned back. He had a purpose and there was nothing that could stop him. The wind started blowing harder but Apathy only smiled.

“Pathetic.” he yelled at the wind and laughed mockingly. An extremely strong blow of wind knocked off the crown from Roman’s head. He didn’t look back, though the sound of shattering glass and crystal clear ruby diamonds was ringing in his head. “You have to try harder than that.” He yelled again.

He wasn’t angry anymore. A challenge like this seemed suitable for a king. And somehow, Apathy felt and knew that he was going to win. Because after all it was his game. His floor that reminded of chess board, his statues on the both side of the hall. His rules, that he had written in his head long time ago in the future.

“Bring it on.” Roman whispered.

And suddenly billion grains of sand appeared in the wind. They were just same sharp, sharp enough to cut Apathy’s skin and get into his hair and eyes. First drop of blood rolled down his cheeks but he didn’t bother to wipe it off. It was pleasantly warm and real. Another drop rolled down soon after the first one. The next thing Apathy knew was that it was now pouring with bloody rain.

“Been there, done that!” he sing-songed evilly, remembering the moments spent on stage in the teatre.

Something in his soul started boiling, started stirring because he could feel that maybe he is getting a step closer to opening the door. His palace had never reacted to him like that.

Yet there was no shade of worry nor fear in Apathy’s heart. It was constantly pumping red, hot blood into his veins. And he felt alive. He didn’t feel apathetic at all and at this moment he had realized that maybe he never truly felt that way. The realization hit him like a bullet, piercing his body, opening his insidings to the world. Suddenly it was hard for him to draw in the air. It wasn’t raining more. All grains of sand were spread underneath his feet. Not even a blow of wind was tangled in his hair.

Apathy stumbled back, closing his eyes. He felt dizzy. His hand absently started looking for a sword that should be hanging by his belt. His hand landed on an empty spot. With a mixture of confusion and rush of excitement, Roman opened his crimson eyes. And what a view he saw.

The floor was covered with a thick layer of colorful sand and only now did he realize that in fact it wasn’t sand but a tiny pieces of glass, reflecting life and all its colours. It sparkled under the bright, almost white moon. White without a stain it was a blank page shining above of him. It was night time.

The room that he found himself at had no end, and every inch of the floor was covered with dust made out of glass. Roman took a step forward. The glass softly crumbled under his feet but it sounded like a melody or a lullaby maybe even. He took another step forward and something clicked behind his back. He quickly turned around, only to see a door.

It was the same door that he fought so fiercely for.

Only now he was on the other side of them.

And they were closed again.

He grabbed the door knob and tried to open them. It didn’t work. He was locked inside. But strangely enough, Roman didn’t mind that even in the slightest.

So he left the door behind and started walking further into the strange land. He felt like Alice but he couldn’t tell if it’s Wonderland or if he was watching the world through the looking-glass.

Peace and quiet were embracing his ears and heart for the first time in months. Not even a shadow of fear was falling upon his heart. Apathy adjusted his sash and crouched. His fingertips gently touched the colorful pieces of glass. And it danced under his touch, creating a mesmerizing vision.

On the ground, under Roman’s feet, he could see himself from above, surrounded with the other sides. For some strange reason he wasn’t wearing his regal attire but sweatpants. And he was laughing but it wasn’t a cold laugh, he was so used to. It was a laugh that was lighting up the room and eyes of the listeners.

Apathy turned away his gaze. The vision flickered and disappeared, leaving him with a dessert of memories. Roman sighed deeply and delicately allowed the glassy wisp of memoir to crawl on his hand and then under his sleeve. He felt it moving against his skin, moving closer and closer to his heart. He could feel it as it sank into his body. His heart skipped a beat for a moment and the memory settled back in Apathy’s soul.

The man straightened up his back and slowly looked around himself. He had time, he had all time in the world to penetrate the wildest corners of subconsciousness.

He had time to find every piece of himself that he felt he was lacking.

He had time to find his truest core.

Suddenly a verse of a song made its way to Apathy’s vocal cords.

“Who holds the reigns in the promised land?”

He took another step forward into the land of scattered and old forgotten memories.

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This whole situation was making Virgil even more paranoid than he usually was. Not to mention that he actually felt bad for himself. For so long Virgil was waiting for Roman to come downstairs as Old Creativity, that he didn’t even notice when he started liking snarky and mean Apathy. His absence was just… unsettling.

Because Apathy was out of sight for over a week now. And even earlier he seemed to be a little bit out of place. More than usually. In fact, Virgil couldn’t remember when was the last time he saw Roman appear in the red mist or at least turned all the pillows’ colours into crimson. Yes, maybe Apathy was nowhere to be found for over a week but he was absent for much longer.

Suddenly a gasp got stuck in Virgil’s throat, painfully clogging respiratory system.

“It has happened before…” he whispered to himself, standing up from his chair abruptly.

Logan sitting in front of him, arched his eyebrow.

“I’m sorry, Virgil but could you speak louder if you want us to hear you?” he asked politely, glancing at Patton who was knitting in the corner.

“Guys…” stuttered out Virgil.

Patton put down his halfly-finished scarf and adjusted the glasses.

“What is it, kiddo?” he asked, visibly concerned.

“When was the last time you saw Apathy?” Virgil asked, words barely making it out from his parted, reddened lips.

Logan closed his book with a soft and warm rustle. He calmly put it down, resting it in the corner of the table. His calm movements were out of place.

“It must have been a week ago, I assume.” admitted Logan, crossing arms on his chest. He was looking at Virgil expecitvely, waiting for the explanation behind this question. “Patton?” he asked, looking at the moral side with the corner of his blue eyes.

“Hmmm… Let me see…” hummed Patton thoughtfully, “It must have been more than a week… But it’s so hard to tell nowadays… Recently, Roman’s more like a ghost than an actual side.”

If it was possible Virgil’s face grew even paler, his dark pupils widened and his whole body started shaking before he, akin to a leaf, fell back on his chair. Patton was next to him in an instant of a second. Even Logan got up from his chair.

“Kiddo?” Patton asked worryingly, “Are you okay? Tell us what happened!” he demanded.

“We have to check Roman’s room....” breathed out Virgil heavily, “Like… now…” he added and not bothering to wait up for either Logan or Patton, stormed down the hallway.

Soon enough, they were all standing in front of Apathy’s door, deemed in red light that was hanging above their heads. Virgil took a deep breath and loudly knocked the door. The sound echoed down the hall, lurking Deceit out of his room. Out of precaution he opted for staying in the door of his own lair, watching Virgil’s actions with curiosity. And Virgil knocked once again, this time the noise was accompanied with his shaking voice:

“Apathy! It’s me, Virgil… emm.. The anxious one! I need to talk!” another loud knocking, “Urgently!”

Virgil stepped behind, giving the door some space to open. But nothing happened. Logan and Patton exchanged concerned looks, still not sure what was going on. Virgil’s breathing hitched.

“Apathy? Roman?” he asked again, this time in much weaker voice, trying his best to stay calm. But anxiety was already building up in his stomach. “Are you there?” he barely whispered putting his hand over the smooth surface of the door.

Then with the last spark of hope Virgil put his hand on the doorknob and turned it, trying to open the door. It didn’t even screech, remaining as locked and well-secured as an ancient tomb.

Logan shot a glare at Deceit who dared to step closer to the scene.

“Is that your doing?” Logan asked firmly but Deceit only shook his head.

“I have no idea what is going on.” replied Deceit innocently.

“And we believe you... why exactly?” interrogated Logan.

“No reason.” Deceit shrugged unbothered with the increase of tension in the air, “But I’m telling the truth.”

“Let it go, Lo.” Patton said, putting his hand on Logan’s shoulder in a calming manner.

Only Virgil remained silent during the whole conversation. His shoulders were hunched and his head ducked down.

“I did it again, didn’t I?” he asked quietly, silencing the talking sides behind him.

“Mind to explain us, Virgil?” inquired Logan.

“Because we are all a little bit lost, kiddo.” added Patton, trying to sooth the nervous atmosphere.

Virgil took a deep breath and turned around to face the rest of the gathered sides. He didn’t bother to hide the tears pricking in his eyes.

“I mean that I let Roman slip away again.” he said quietly, letting the words to sink in. Slowly the realization blossomed in hearts of three remaining sides. “I think that I screwed up bad this time…” he looked down afraid of the disappointment and anger that were surely to appear in his friends’ (and enemy’s) eyes.

And that’s when the door leading to Apathy’s room shaked and a loud, muffled snap echoed in the hallway. The door opened ever so slightly and a cloud of a red mist sneaked into the hallway along with a scent of undermined danger and anticipation. Virgil didn’t hesitate even for a second and opened the door. And suddenly he was in the theatre, dimmed lamps hanging above his heads and scratched floor under his feet.

Virgil wasn’t surprised at all. Instead his eyes started scanning the room around him, in search of a memory, or even a trace of Apathy’s presence. The terror still was comfortably spreading through his body and veins and every empty corner and seat, only fueled the sick feeling in his stomach. He wanted to yell, he wanted to scream, he wanted to shout but the tears were already pricking in his eyes, making his throat tight and his breathing uneven. He loudly gasped, trying to draw more oxygen into his lungs.

Virgil looked over his shoulder and his mind had gone blank. There was no one behind him. Just a plain wall, as if the door, the entrance had never existed.

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Apathy tilted his head with curiosity, letting a smirk tug up his lips. It was freeing not to hate every emotions that was knotting his head with his heart. Watching Virgil with disbelief looking around the room, was almost fun. What wasn’t fun was the unpleasant, nagging feeling that made Apathy’s heart beat faster. It was somehow sad to realize that he didn’t like seeing Virgil scared. Apathy shook his head and sighed quietly.

He wasn’t sure why he let only Virgil in. Maybe somewhere deep down he still didn’t trust the others. The others who didn’t notice as his old self, Creative Roman, was fading right in front of their eyes. Like hell, Apathy didn’t trust Deceit but it was simply out of precaution. But Virgil… That anxious one was different. Interesting in his own way. Apathy’s vision was getting blurry and he quickly wiped the forming tears.

Now, after searching the Subconsciousness wide and long, Apathy could feel the memory of Virgil’s trembling hands, he could see Virgil’s sad eyes when he left Roman alone in the land of forgotten emotions. Apathy now understood the sacrifice that Virgil made for Roman to exist. And he wanted to pay him back.

Smoothly, as if he had wings and could fly, he jumped off the theatre’s balcony and found himself right in front of Virgil.

“Hello, dearest Anxiety.” Apathy smiled with what he assumed was warmth forming in his heart. It was still rusty, this feeling, he had searched for it for so long, that he almost forgot how it felt. But he was willing to work on it. “I assume that you were looking for me?”

“Roman.” breathed out Virgil. He was blinking with surprise so pure and honest and somehow happy that Apathy couldn’t hold his laugh.

“But why, you look so surprised.” he asked amused.

“You were gone.” deadpanned Virgil. “I know that you were.” he added ceasing Roman’s giggle.

Apathy looked to the side, frowning and crossed arms on his chest.

“I was.” he admitted truthfully. “But I’m back, now.”

“You were in Subconsciousness, weren’t you?” pressed Virgil, his voice cold and serious but his eyes warm and relieved.

“Maybe…” singsonged Roman lightly, looking at Virgil with the corner of his eyes.

“Do you… I mean…” stuttered Virgil, clearly not sure what to say.

“Yes, I’ve seen some things, if that’s what you’re asking for.” Roman said quickly, his voice suddenly colder than before. “I am however not sure what to do with some of these. So I’d rather you to try not to see me through the past, okay? This is all I ask for…” he added quietly, viciousness disappearing from his voice as suddenly as it appeared there. “Look, Virgil…” Apathy cleared out his throat, “I think, I’m not a normal side. There’s something that makes me different, special even…”

“Don’t think so high of yourself, your highness.” snarked Virgil.

“Oh, would you shut up?” growled Roman, trying to hide the amusement, “I’m having a moment here.” he clicked his tongue.

Virgil let out a soft giggle. “Oh, please…” he bowed ever so slightly, “Continue.”

Roman snorted at the gesture, buying himself a time to put the words in his head into some logical order. He looked around at the theatre - the only witness they had.

“What I meant to say is… I’m lost. A lot. For some reason I was forgotten and then came back with no memories and now I’m back again with all the emotional luggage that I can’t feel in my heart.” Apathy clenched his fist around his sash, “I have my memories like books in Logan’s room. They are there but I don’t feel them. I can look at them but they don’t feel mine. I am aware of them but I’m not able to use them on your behalf. I need… I would prefer…” his voice hitched, “I would prefer for you to still comprehend me as Apathy for now… Until maybe one day I will figure out who am I.” He finished, cringing at his own shyness and insecurity.

Another drawback of accepting his emotions was embracing the bad ones and for a split of a second he wondered if it was worth it. Until delicate flowery emotion bloomed on Virgil’s face. It was clear and loud and everything and more than Roman needed. He raised up his head before Virgil opened his mouth.

“Well… it is a good thing then, that I started to like Apathy, right?” asked Virgil hoarsely and Roman’s lips spread in a lopsided grin. They stood like that smiling at each other for a moment. Until a tormenting thought re-appeared in Apathy’s head all of sudden.

“It is a good thing indeed.” Roman nodded thoughtfully, “Because Apathy’s not a weak side that he used to be.” he drawled through his slightly clenched teeth.

Virgil winced slightly. “You were never weak.” he opposed. “Being lost doesn’t mean being weak.” he added, putting his hand over Roman’s clenched one. They could feel the rhythm of Apathy’s beating heart. It spelt passion.

Roman was the first one to break the eye-contact, tilting his head back and letting out a short chuckle. “Sometimes you’re ridiculous, my anxious one. Are you sure you’re not morality, somewhere deep down?” he asked and Virgil smiled slightly.

“No, you’re the only side whose purpose depends on his mood, Roman. I guess we could say that you’re special, right?” he added with a spark in his violet eyes.

Apathy smiled mischievously. “I guess we could say that. After all…” he turned around and gracefully sat on the back of the theatre’s seat. “I’m a king, am I not?” he bit his lips.

“I was always a revolutionist fighting for democracy.” Virgil snickered, arching his eyebrow.

Roman’s red eyes were shining with a challenge. He leaned forward, staring at Virgil with attention. His lips quirked up in a smile, a little bit snarky and a little bit warm.

“Well then, I guess we will meet again real soon, right?” he asked.

“That we will, your highness.” grinned Virgil and turned on his heel, the door was right were he left them unexisting.

“Hey, Virgil!” called Apathy, not paying attention to the way he called after the fellow side, not even a little bit aware how melodically the name rang in Virgil’s ears. “I would very much appreciate it if you didn’t tell the other sides of my little adventure. I don’t need any more expectations to face.” said Roman lightly but the weight of his words was impossible to miss.

“Of course.” Virgil responded, “Your secret is safe with me.” he added honestly, turning the doorknob. The world spinned around him and once again Virgil was all alone.

And he wasn’t even remotely surprised when he found himself standing in the middle of Roman’s old room. Everything was covered with thick layer of dust, the only clear and prominent thing being the footprints traced around the room. They were fresh. Virgil smiled and walked over the door, that he knew led to the corridor, careful not to touch anything.

He walked out, carefully closing the door behind. His purple eyes, searched for surprised faces of Logan, Patton and Deceit who were standing on the opposite side of the corridor. To them, it looked like Virgil walked through the wall. They saw no door.

“I was wrong.” said Virgil smoothly. “He’s still with us.” he added and walked down the corridor, his eyebrows furrowed but heart filled with joy.

He couldn’t tell how their life would look from now on. But he was sure of one thing.

The colour of the dust in Roman’s room was painfully similar to the shade of Apathy’s attire that was no longer black nor white. It was in the colour of light graphite.

Virgil hummed and he somehow knew that the melody would reach Apathy’s ears one day.

The end of Book 1

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theartofdreaming1 · 6 years ago

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The Taste of Something Stolen, Part 2: The Chase

Rating: T

Pairing: BatCat

Summary: Some people steal kisses. Selina Kyle is a thief by profession, she doesn’t have time for this touchy-feely stuff - if anything, she kisses in order to steal. However, whenever Bruce Wayne gets involved, her current theft usually ends up being a little bit of both. A short series of loosely connected one-shots :) Part 1, “Beginnings”, can be found here.

Almost seven years passed until Bruce and Selina met again, even though neither of them was aware of that fact as they both were wearing masks at the time.

Selina was now 24 and clad from head to toe in gray: she was wearing a gray bodysuit, gray gloves, gray boots and a gray mask. That on its own wouldn’t have been an usual outfit for a burglar (the ‘occupation’ she had graduated to after coming to the conclusion that pickpocketing wasn’t an adequate long term solution). But that wasn’t all there was to the clothes Selina was currently wearing: on top of the mask, two triangular ears protruded and whiskers had been added to the fabric covering Selina’s cheekbones; in addition to that, a tail was attached to the backside of the bodysuit. All these parts, bizarre or not, were important for the ensemble, were important to make Selina more than just a random cat burglar - it made her “Catwoman”.

A few years ago, the very notion of running around in an animal-themed costume while stealing from Gotham’s elite would have been ridiculous to Selina - but now, over the course of the last few months, it had become apparent that if you wanted to be someone of consequence in Gotham, you needed a gimmick to set yourself apart from the slew of faceless, nameless criminals that infested Gotham like the mold in Selina’s rundown apartment.

This entire trend had been started by some weirdo with a foible for justice and the color black - the “Batman”, as the papers had been quick to dub the masked vigilante who was now prowling Gotham’s rooftops. Mere weeks after the Batman’s first appearance, small-time crooks were now already afraid of saying his name out loud, fearing that even whispering it would summon its possessor, as if he were a boogeyman.

Recognizing an effective branding strategy when she saw one, Selina was quick to jump on the bandwagon, fashioning herself the outfit she was wearing now on her current job.

“Just a little to the left and…,” Selina whispered, ear pressed against the safe she was currently cracking, while carefully, methodically turning its dial. She could hear and feel the fence finally drop into the gates and… ”There.”

The safe was unlocked.

Selina opened the safe door: a very shiny, and very expensive collection of jewelry was inside. Well, that is, until Selina began putting the gems, necklaces, earrings, rings and bracelets into the small, gray backpack she had brought with her.

Soon, the valuables were safely stowed away and the bag securely fastened on her back. Selina locked the safe again. On a first glance, no one would notice that it had been picked empty.

Feeling triumphant from another job well done, Selina snuck out of the penthouse.

She was perched on the balcony balustrade, internally debating whether she should immediately swing by Swifty’s pawn shop and go straight home, or prowl the rooftops some more, to scout out the area for the next job, when she felt a presence behind her.

“You better put those back,” a deep, raspy voice growled; it wasn't coming from inside the penthouse, but from the roof, and Selina immediately knew to whom it belonged.

Uh-oh. She was in trouble.

Still, Selina wasn’t someone who was easily intimidated.

She turned around and slipped back down on the balcony floor smoothly, now casually leaning against the railing she had been crouching on before.

This gave her a second or two to properly take in Gotham’s boogeyman, the Batman: He was still standing on the rooftop of the building, towering over her; still, he wouldn’t have needed the elevated ground to do so - Selina could see that he was very tall and broad-shouldered, with a long black cape enshrouding the rest of his body, gently blowing in the nightly breeze. The mask he was wearing almost covered the entirety of his face, with only an unsmiling mouth and a strong chin exposed. His eyes were glaring at Selina from behind ghostly white lenses.

Yes, Selina could see why the more fainthearted criminals would be afraid of the Bat - he definitely had that demonic, larger-than-life aura about him...Yet nothing Selina was going to let bother her.

“My, my… If that isn’t the famous Batman, protector of Gotham - were all the big baddies too busy to play with you, that you decided to check in on little ol’ me?” She asked nonchalantly, as if chatting with the Batman was part of her nightly routine.

“There is nothing little about the string of burglaries committed by the “Catwoman”. You have been connected to at least fifteen break-ins this month alone, if not more.”

Selina gave Batman a charming smile, theatrically putting a hand over her heart:

“Aww, despite your busy schedule, you still made the time to keep track of my work? I’m flattered, Bats, I really am.” She then leaned forward conspiratorially and added in a stage whisper: “If you have been wondering if the Travers’ theft was my doing - yes it was; so was the Vreeland job - so technically we’re talking about seventeen cases this month. But I think it’s cute that you’ve been giving me the benefit of the doubt,” Selina concluded, winking flirtatiously at Batman.

The vigilante seemed taken aback by Selina’s playful behavior; still, he kept up the rigidity he’d been displaying throughout their entire encounter.

“You’re going to put these back and turn yourself in,” he said stoically.

Selina couldn’t help the snort that escaped her. Did he really think that this would work on her? Oh no, she wasn’t going to make it easy for him; if he wanted to take her in, he’d have to play by her rules. Emphasis on play.

She gave Batman an impish smile: “Make me.”

And without warning, in a matter of a second, Selina spun around, hopped on the balustrade and jumped.

She had cased the area thoroughly in preparation for the job and knew all the escape routes by heart. Before landing on the rooftop of the apartment building below her, Selina dove into a roll to lessen the impact, but keep her momentum and she quickly found herself on her feet again; she then ran to the edge of the rooftop and leapt to the next. Thrilled by her daring escape, Selina threw a look over her shoulder, ready to mockingly wave the Batman good-bye - only to discover, to her big surprise, that the masked vigilante was right at her heels, tailing after her!

Selina picked up her speed, zigzagging swiftly across the rooftops in an attempt to lose her shadow; she noticed that she was faster than him, but he proved to have good knowledge of the area and did well anticipating her movements, so he could work around the twists and turns Selina incorporated into her escape route. Numerous rooftops later, just when Selina was about to risk another glance over her shoulder to assess how close the Bat was behind her (she only knew that he was far too close for her liking, as she could hear his heavy, but still pretty regular breathing - he must be in amazing shape to be able to keep up with her like that, Selina registered with some excitement), when she felt a strong tug pulling her backwards and tripping her up; Selina stumbled and fell to the ground, only avoiding landing on her face thanks to years and years of gymnastic practice that instead had Selina tuck herself into a safety roll.

During the fall, all that filled Selina’s mind was the realization that her godforsaken tail must have been her (literal) downfall and she swore to herself to screw aesthetics and get rid of that stupid tail asap...

Already slightly winded from the chase, and taken aback by the suddenness of her fall, Selina had underestimated her momentum and didn’t end up back on her feet, but on her back, almost slamming into the HVAC unit set up on the rooftop. Before she could manage to scramble to her feet, Selina felt a heavy weight pinning her to the ground. The contents of her backpack pressed uncomfortably against her shoulder blades.

Turning her focus back on the heavy weight pushing her to the ground, Selina found herself face to face with Batman. To stop her from fleeing again, he had thrown himself on top of her, holding down her arms with a vise-like grip.

Selina noticed him immediately readjusting his position slightly, in a gallant effort to take off some of his weight off her while maintaining his secure hold of her - a gesture she very much appreciated: all that muscle mass and body armor of his certainly were heavy.

Still, chest still heaving from the chase, the adrenaline coursing through her veins and the chance to have some one-on-one time with the mysterious “Batman” - the sensation seeker in Selina was just having the time of her life.

“So that’s how you make all the girls fall for you, huh?” Selina joked, smiling coyly.

Her remark was met with a stern look and a dry, raspy reply: “Only the ones with a loot worth of $100,000 strapped to their backs.”

Batman’s estimate of the goods was surprisingly accurate, Selina registered with some surprise; yet, she kept it cool, focused on keeping the playful banter going:

“Aw, and here I thought that I was special.” She added a pout for dramatic effect.

Then, Selina quickly trapped Batman’s right foot with her left and flipped the vigilante over, switching their positions. Batman’s shoulder slightly banged into the HVAC unit Selina had scarcely missed before, causing him to harrumph disgruntedly on impact; his glare intensified.

“Oops,” Selina said, completely unapologetic.

She had to admit, she was kind of enjoying the view of Gotham’s “Dark Knight” trapped underneath her (for however brief that moment was going to last), and the flirty smile from before returned to Selina’s face.

”Well this has been fun, don’t you think?”

Another glare.

Unbothered, Selina continued conversationally: “We should do this again sometime.”

Feeling Batman starting to strain against her hold, Selina knew she had to be quick: She leaned forward seductively, her lips startlingly close to Batman’s face and she could feel him stop struggling for a moment, taken aback by her unexpected behavior.

Her voice was barely above a whisper, but she knew that she had captured his attention completely:

“In the meantime.... something to remember me by...”

Selina then closed the gap and kissed him, the Batman, on the lips: first gently, then with some more urgency. His response was at first haltingly, but slowly grew more accommodative - then, all of a sudden, Selina broke off the kiss, jumped to her feet and started running, a wide smile on her face.

Although a little dazed by Catwoman’s abrupt departure, Bruce was quick to get up and determined to follow her - when he suddenly found himself being pulled back to the ground again. Confused, Bruce looked behind him to realize that Catwoman had managed to wedge his cape in between the gaps of the HVAC unit, getting it snagged. By the time he had freed his cape, Catwoman was long gone.

Bruce stared into the distance with unseeing eyes, deep in thought.

Hmm... there would be a next time, she had said… And kiss or not, he definitely would not forget about this extraordinary encounter with the “Cat” any time soon…

In the meantime, he really should work on an emergency release for that cape...

Fin.

Some information nuggets for those who are interested: - Selina's costume here is pretty much what she wears in "Batman: Year One", except with the backpack inspired by her outfit in the Batman Telltale Games - Swifty is the pawnshop owner featured in the story "Selina's Big Score" by Darwyn Cooke - Travers and Vreeland are both people Selina has stolen from: Selina stole from Martha Travers in the very first Batman issue from 1940 and from Veronica Vreeland in the Batman: The Animated Series episode "Cat Walk"

#batcat #batcat fanfiction #batman #catwoman #bruce wayne #selina kyle #I write sometimes #my fics: the taste of something stolen

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trecedelabuenasuerte · 7 years ago

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i’m sorry

Jungkook x Reader

{Part 1}

I’d go back in time and change all my mistakes, but I can’t. So, if the chain is on your door, I understand.

Author’s note: ignore the fact that I’m a huge swiftie, and I use all of Taylor Swift’s songs to write angst. Also, this is from Kookie’s POV.

"Come on, Kookie, it'll do you good to get some air"

It's been 4 months since that night.

It's been 4 months since the love of my life left me.

It's been 4 months since I've been able to be happy again.

____ broke my heart. She abandoned me after spending months together. I thought she loved me as much as I loved her, but life showed me the opposite.

I begged her to stay. I promised that everything would improve, that we could face all those obstacles together, that it wasn’t necessary to end this way.

But she ignored me. She took all her things, and left. She left the apartment we had bought together, and never came back.

I haven’t been able to enter that apartment since. I left all my things there, and went back to the dorm I used to share with my team. It felt strange. Empty. Different. The only thing that kept me tied to our apartment were the bills. As much as I didn’t want to go back, I didn’t want to lose the only thing I had left. Our home.

"It's okay, hyung. I'll go" I replied resignedly as I pulled on my favorite jacket. It was winter and the atmosphere grew colder and colder.

All my friends were concerned about my physical and emotional well-being. But I didn’t want to allow any of them to try to make me feel better, I felt so miserable, so abandoned...

Jimin had been trying to convince me to go get coffee for hours. Maybe if I went with him, he would stop insisting.

Arriving at the café, I let him choose for me. I didn’t want to drink coffee, it reminded me of her. She loved coffee. She loved the ones I prepared for her. Her kisses always tasted like sweet and coffee.

While Jimin waited for the order, I went to sit at one of the tables. The smell of coffee slowly permeated me, and I felt more nauseous and pathetic.

Perhaps she had already moved on, with a man whose life wasn’t as public and problematic as mine. Maybe she was with a man who could see her every day. A man who wasn’t afraid to scream from the rooftops how much he loved her without fear of being hurt.

Beginning to feel heat, I took off my jacket and left it in the chair. Over thinking didn’t do me any good. I went quickly to the bathroom to refresh my face a little, and then quickly returned to my seat.

____ loved to sit by the window to watch people go by. She used to look at their footsteps, their faces, their eyes and make up stories about them.

"Here they are, Jungkookie," Jimin pointed out as he passed me my coffee.

"Thank you," I murmured as I proceeded to drink some. It had more cream than coffee and was quite sweet. ____’s favorite.

"Come on, Jungkookie. You can’t go any longer like this” he murmured as he placed his hand on my shoulder.

"I don’t want to be well"

"You know it's not what ____ would wanted"

"What does it matter what ____ would wanted? She left me! Tell me, does it really matter what she wanted?” I said, raising my voice a little.

The sound of a chair crawling was heard behind my back. Jimin's eyes, who had looked to know who had caused such a noise, were caught in surprise.

"Jimin?" I asked worried "I'm sorry, I..."

"____" he whispered.

I quickly turned to look in the same direction, to meet a beautiful woman before my eyes.

A woman much thinner, paler and with eye bags. At least I hadn’t been the only one who had been ruined, I thought, reproaching myself for the whirlwind of emotions that was beginning to unravel in me.

After 4 months, I still loved her as much as the first day.

My heart beat fast, and my mind screamed like crazy. I wanted to get up and confront her, but I lay frozen in my position, looking at her like an idiot.

She had risen from her post, right behind me, to keep in her purse some notebooks and pencils lying on the table. A waitress approached her to give her the bill. She paid with a forced smile, took her coffee and left.

"Jungkook, I'm so sorry, this wasn’t very sensible of me to bring you here, I..."

At one point, my mind stopped listening to Jimin, who was trying to get me out of my trance.

Why didn’t I do something? She owed me a lot of explanations, we needed a long conversation so we could finally move on with our lives. So that I could finally move on. But I was still a fool, a coward, an idiot, freezing like a little boy before her.

A man of 21 years with the worst weakness of all.

"Jungkook? Please answer me. I’m starting to get really worried" by not getting an answer from me, he added "I think I'll call Jin-huyng "

I blinked a couple of times, realizing that I hadn’t done it since my eyes spotted her silhouette, I shook my head a few times and sighed.

"Don’t. I'm fine. Don’t call him. And don’t tell anyone we saw ____ " I sentenced as I got up from my spot.

Jimin followed me in silence and we went in the direction to our dorm.

"Oh, by the way, Tae Tae says you check your phone. He said something about a video that he sent you"

"Tell him I'm sick of his cat videos"

Ignoring Jimin's laughter, I looked for my cell phone in my pocket, but stopped short when I felt a paper in it. That wasn’t there before leaving the café.

"Jungkookie?" Jimin asked a few steps later.

Slowly I took the paper out and opened it only to discover that it was her handwriting.

My beloved Jungkook:

I'm sorry I didn’t talk to you as much as you wanted to. But every time I see you, I can’t stand the urge to cry and feel guilty. I forget everything I want to tell you and ask you, so I decided to write this as soon as I saw you enter this place. I discovered it a few weeks ago, they sell a good coffee. Obviously not as good as the one you used to prepare.

How are the guys? I've heard a lot from you lately. BTS is doing well. You don’t know how happy it’s for me to know that you are fulfilling your dreams with them.

I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. Your guard was up and I understand. The last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind. The same happens to me.

Since then, time has gone incredibly slow. I find it hard to sleep almost every night, I realized how much I needed your hugs to sleep, how much I needed you to feel safe and sound.

I'm sorry I didn’t call you on your birthday. I supposed the last thing you wanted to hear was my voice, after all the love you gave me, all I could do was say goodbye in the most cowardly way possible.

That day I couldn’t hug you and wish you the best. But I bought a chocolate cake, your favorite, remember? I bought 21 candles, and I sang to you. I couldn’t eat anything, if I tried, guilt consumed me completely. I'm sorry I threw your cake in the trash, but I couldn’t keep it in my refrigerator.

I couldn’t help but watch your concerts. I kept worrying about you a lot, I saw all the live shows, all the interviews. You’re thinner. Have you been eating well? Have you been drinking water? I want you to be well, you deserve to be well.

I like to see you smile. I like to hear your laughter. I like the way your cheekbones rise every time you do it. I like the wrinkles in your eyes. I love your teeth. I like what you become when you’re happy.

You're still the handsome man I fell in love with. Please don’t forget that you’re beautiful, don’t think otherwise. Your fans and friends remind you daily. I know you still believe the opposite.

I miss your hugs. I miss your kisses. I miss the times we made love. You did me so well. Many times, I’ve found myself crying for no reason whenever I remember all those feelings, and how empty my skin feels when I miss you.

Maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming, but if I had a second chance, if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right. No fears. No regrets. No doubt.

I’d go back in time and change all my mistakes, but I can’t. So, if the chain is on your door, I understand.

So, at last I have decided to swallow my pride, and tell you that I am very sorry for that night. If I could go back in time and change the decisions I've made in my entire life, that night would be the first choice. I’d go back and stop myself from making the worst mistake of my life.

I thought I'd get rid of you by just leaving you, but I was wrong. Turns out freedom ain’t nothing but missing you. I would’ve liked to have realized that what we had, was much stronger than all those problems.

I’m willing to accept the consequences of my mistakes, that’s why I give you my heart. It’s yours forever. Although I want to ignore the fact that I still love you, I can’t help it. I don’t expect you to do anything in return. You can do with it whatever you want. Even if you want to break it, I’d understand, I’d do the same if I broke your heart.

Jeon Jungkook. I’d go back to that night, turn around and make it all right.

I’d to go back to that night and change my own mind.

I’m sorry.

Yours truly, forever and always,

____.

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ericleo108 · 7 years ago

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Journal 09/03/17

The video journal post

https://ericleo108.tumblr.com/post/164956520753/video-journal-090317-north-korea-trump

In this journal I’m gonna talk about my diet, the North Korean threat, the movie The Founder, Gold, Ozark, Taylor Swifts lawsuit, and some audio books I’m listening too.

Personal

First of all, although I do this video journal I wanna make it about my audience. What do you want me to talk about? Keep that in mind as we go through this and let me know.

I’ve been on a diet since late February. I’m on Phase One of Atkins, or a ketogenic, or low carb diet.

As of today i weigh 203 pounds. I have lost a total of 54 pounds so far.

I got my car paid off and my credit score dropped 50 points from 757 to 707. It’s been about a month since then and it’s up to 719. I don’t understand why and I’m not happy but at least its coming back.

I go to a real estate meetup every first tuesday of the month. I’m looking forward to it this tuesday.

I’m gonna have to use my friends internet to upload these video journals so thank you in advance!

Quick story. Went to the dentist. Told them I was having trouble with my jaw. They give me a paper referral. I drive home. Next day I get a call asking if this is Eric Leo and if I need my referal. Some guy was on lake clean-up, found it, and called the number on it. I told him to throw it out, but what a guy!

News

North Korea has intercontinental ballistic missile capabilities now and the UN just passed sanctions against NK to the tune of 1 to 3 billion in exports or a third of all exports. In response to efforts by Allies and the UN to get rid of the NK nuclear program North Korea threatend guam where a nuclear capable us military base is. In response Trump said nk’s verbal aggression will be met with “fire and fury.” That was couple weeks ago. Now there have been more missile tests and a whole bunch of tweets from the president.

I don’t like war or Trump and thought he could have been more diplomatic but I support the president

One of my friends recently introduced me to a video about a North Korean girl that was a refugee after NK killed her family. (make sure you turn on subtitles)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufhKWfPSQOw&t=53s

It reminds me of the book 1984 and makes me wonder what’s really going on there.

You really need to watch that video to know how bad it is in North Korea. It’s so bad that the citizen’s don’t know how bad they have it. How oppressed they are, and they just think it’s normal.

Movies

I finally saw The Founder, been wanting to see it for a while. I loved it so much I watched it twice the first night I saw it.

I saw Gold but I wasn’t paying attention. I’m gonna have to watch it again.

I’m on episode 7 or 8 of Ozark. I really like it. Highly recommended. It reminds me of breaking bad. Jason Bateman is great in it.