#commander swiftie confirmed?

[turtletotem]

Highlights from “The Island of Magical Creatures”

So this is another of the illustrated junior novels, and either it was better written than Song of the Sea Witch or I’ve just lowered my expectations, hard to say. :) This one was largely about Swift Wind and he and Adora’s clumsy pre-Sacred-Bond attempts to get along. It’s actually pretty interesting that the writers chose to make it so hard for them to connect and understand each other, even when they’re both genuinely trying. It would have been easier to have them be effortless friends and Swifty just sort of a flying prop to She-Ra’s awesomeness. Instead they really made an attempt to give Swift Wind his own personality and storyline; even if it still revolves largely around being She-Ra’s magical steed, at least he has feelings about that. They have my respect for that even if I often find Swift Wind incredibly annoying.

So. Highlights.

Adora doesn’t know what a duck is, or at least doesn’t recognize that they quack. There aren’t really any animals in the Fright Zone.

The minute Adora is left alone in the first chapter or two, she starts brooding about Catra.

Swift Wind mentions he can’t seem to really connect with normal horses anymore. He’s sort of frantic to be included in things like the Princess Council meetings because he doesn’t really fit in anywhere. Geez, poor guy. (It’s things like this and his scene talking to the stars in season 5 that make me unable to hate Swifty no matter how much I want him to shut up sometimes.)

Bright Moon seems to literally... not have a military? No wonder the Horde is kicking their butts?? Frosta’s kingdom does, which is our headcanon confirmed @crownedinwood​ :)

In this book, at least (which, these books are only sort of canon), Adora has to be holding the Sword in order to read First Ones writing.

Bright Moon travel rations include “cookies, fruit, and sandwiches shaped like bunnies.” A long way from The Grey Ones!

Adora remembers training with a Commander Cobalt who I did not remember from the show, though apparently he did appear. I’m always interested in any fleshing out of Horde life.

During the inevitable fight with Catra et. al., Adora throws Catra to safety off a crumbling bridge, as well as calming an Elemental instead of letting Catra fight it as a useful distraction. Glimmer even calls her out on this!

The titular Island of Magical Creatures is a sanctuary established by the First Ones to protect said creatures from mistreatment. A nice reminder that as tarnished as the First Ones’ legacy is now, there were good people among them, too.

The animals on the island are kind of implied to be immortal (the same or identical animals are shown in murals with First Ones), which at least explains how they survived on an isolated island all this time (some of them are predators, after all...)

There ARE non-Catra cats on Etheria! Not only is one of the magical animals a mountain lion, but Adora mentions seeing pets such as cats and dogs in Bright Moon. Again, this is only semi-canon, but it’s probably as good an answer as we’re going to get.

Photos and excerpts under the cut, including the obligatory Catra smirking while being held at swordpoint:

Adora has a fascination with Angella’s wings, which just struck me as cute.

Preach, Mermista.

XD XD XD

Swift Wind speaks hedgehog, among other languages.

Catra’s at it again, getting her weekly dose of Can I Get a Reaction Out of Adora Why Yes I Can

The illustrations of Swift Wind in this book are about a dozen times prettier than he ever looks on the show so maybe worth it just for that if you’re a Swifty fan!

[theswiftarmy]

#5 - The Call

The phone rang.  Scooter placed the caller on conference call.

“Sara?”

“Hi!”  Her voice cheerful.  “Is now a good time to chat?”

“It’s as good a time as any.”  Scott replied still standing by the window, watching the crowd of Swifties outside the Big Machine offices grow by the second.  The street was filled.  Every single one of them wearing a shirt with the words ‘FREE TAYLOR SWIFT’ plastered over Taylor’s face on the front.  The back read, ‘love her, she’s a lover’.  That’s actually pretty witty, Scott thought, and then he wondered where they ordered so many shirts in such a short period of time. Talk about speedy order fulfillment.

     “Yeah, about that...”  One of Sara’s tactics was to make her opponent question what she said next.  You have to make people second-guess themselves, and then hit them straight up with an honest question.

     “What does that mean?”  Scooter asked.

     “Quick question for you, do you have the masters there in the office with you?”

     Scott turned from the window, he pointed to the phone and made a scissor motion.  Scooter shook his head back, ‘I can handle this!’ he whispered.  “They’re in a… Safe location.” He finally replied.

     Justin nodded, the cat on his lap also nodded.

     “Let me ask you this, would you be willing to bring them with you to the negotiation?”  She inquired. As if he had already missed an appointment that had been previously set.  Another of Sara’s tactics, make them think they had missed something that never existed in the first place.

     “What negotiation?  There was no mention of a negotiation before this moment.  I was told Taylor just wanted to talk over the phone. You want us to go out there?”  Scooter asked.  “With HER army of fans?”

     Taylor suddenly chimed in on the call, “Scared of meeting me face to face, Scooter?”

     Scott rushed across the room, leaving his post at the window, he slammed his finger down on the red END CALL button disconnecting the call.

     “What the?  As I said before, I can handle this!  You don’t own this company anymore, SCOTT.  I do!”

     “I’m feeling too much hostility here… I’m not quite sure I dig this vibe.”  Justin commented.

     Scott brushed off Scooter and walked back to the window.  “Scooter, you’re not going to like this.”

     “What?”  He jumped out of the expensive leather chair and rushed to the window.

     “Okay, What is she doing?”

     “Live streaming.”  Justin clued them in, “Just got a notification from my boy, Ed.”

     “Taylor’s live streaming?”

     “I told you I’d get the inside moves.” Justin made a Billie Eilish ‘DUH’ face.

     “Thanks Justin.”  They both replied in unison, “Real helpful.”

     “I thought you said things were going well between the two of you, as far as talks about her masters?”  Justin asked.

     “Umm, yeah, like, two weeks ago—”  Scooter replied.

     “Oh.  Well, a lot can change in two weeks… Oooo, that’s a good song idea, mmmmm baby… Uh huh… A lot can change in two weeks… Mmm hmmmm… Oooo ooo ooooooo.”  He broke out into song.

“Sounds good.  We’ll get you in the studio as soon as this Taylor thing is over.”  Scooter said in a distracted manner.

“I already just live streamed it to my Beliebers from my second phone that I use for live streaming, they’re working on the beat for me right now.  I watch streams on my first phone, make streams on my second one.”

“How many phones do you have?”  Scooter asked.

“Twelve—One for each day of Christmas.”

“Really?”  Scott asked, genuinely.

“No, of course not, they each do different things.  Come on pops!  Keep up with the times!  Speaking of live streams, this live stream of Taylor is weird, yo.  She’s just singing one of her new songs off the Lover album and everyone is putting a heart emoji on it.  But she has an old song playing in the background, why would you sing a new song over an old song?  I mean I get what Kanye did with rapping over Gold Digger—Ray Charles in the background, that was genius, but your own song?” Justin started to sing along with the old Taylor Swift song in the background of the video but stopped when he noticed everyone looking at him. “Sorry, that was weird, I guess I can’t help myself. It’s just such a good song!  I feel like the old stuff is always classic, for any artist really.”

Scott and Scooter looked over at the other man sitting quietly on the couch beside Bieber then back to Justin.  “Maybe she’s trying to start a new trend… Artists should always be trying to reinvent themselves, keep their fans hooked and coming back for more.” Scooter stated.

“True, true, but this is just weird.  It’s eerie.  Like she’s doing it on purpose, trying to make something happen.”

The expression on Scott Borchetta’s face changed to a much more concerned one.  As though he was picking up what Justin was putting down.  Almost as if he knew exactly what Taylor was doing by singing to her followers placing the new song over the old track.

The phone rang again.

“This time, let ME handle things!”  Scooter yelled at Scott as he pushed the answer call button and placed her on speaker.

“Hi!” It was Sara Swift, again.  Her voice sounded, slightly, different this time.  He could hear Taylor singing in the background of the call, the same feed as the one from the audio of the live stream, he couldn’t tell exactly why but, Sara sounded different.  Then it clicked, Sara’s voice sounded almost Siri-like, Sara “Siri” Swift, Scooter thought. That’s weird.

“Hello Miss Swift.”  Scooter spoke in his usual cordial tone.  No one makes business deals bossing people around.  You’ve got to be friendly to get them on your side.

“Scooter.  I think we got cut off there.  Everything okay at the office?” Sara spoke in her usual cordial tone with the Siri like addition to it.  No one makes business deals bossing people around, you’ve got to be friendly—Get them on your side, she also thought.  Two can play at this game.

“Yes.  We’re fine.” He glanced at Scott, Justin, and a legal representative from the Carlyle group.

“Oh, good.  Just to confirm, where did you say the masters were again?”

Scooter hesitated; he didn’t want any more bad blood on this call after Scott hanging up on her.  “They’re right here with me in the office.”  He lied.  “Safe and sound.  I’m looking at them right now, actually!”

“Good.”  She replied.

Just then, a loud bang could be heard from below them.  It was coming from the ground floor of the Big Machine offices.

“Oh, my, what on earth could that loud sound have possibly been that sounded like someone trying to break down a door—”  Sara asked, innocently, in a tone that indicated she already knew the impending answer.

“Whoa, you guys NEED to see this!”  Bieber lifted his cat off his lap and placed Sushi on the couch beside him, the cat jumped from the couch to an adjacent coffee table and began to pick through some leftover sushi— I mean what did you expect to happen when you leave sushi around with a cat named Sushi around?  Justin raced towards Scooter and Scott, oblivious to his cat beginning to gnaw on the very last Alaska roll in the container.  Boy that’s a tongue twister.  Last-a-las-ka-roll, say that ten times fast!

Scott viewed the phone screen from an angle while Scooter took hold of the phone.  “They’re about to bust through the main front office doors—” Scott commented in a matter of fact voice as Justin doubled back to try and save his sushi from his cat Sushi, it was too late.  The sushi was gone.

“You realize we’re watching our own demise, right?”  Scott continued speaking in a voice reminiscent of Professor Snape from The Harry Potter series.

Scooter tossed the mobile phone across the room back to Bieber and leaned in towards the conference telephone device sitting on the desk, “Sara, tell your client to stop this nonsense.  This is not how you act professionally.  We’re talking!  Taylor said she wanted to talk, SO, let’s TALK!”

“Mmmm… Baby, let’s talk…”  Justin started to sing again.

“Not now Justin.  Not now.” Scooter said, ruffled.  “Tell Taylor to get back on the phone.”

Sara noted Scooter’s agitation and continued in her cordial cheerful Siri-like voice, “I’m sorry, Scooter, I don’t tell Taylor what to do, she outranks me—Taylor outranks us all…”

Another loud bang from downstairs could be felt beneath their feet.

“Sara, what does that mean?  Listen, we’re all adults here.  Just… just, tell Taylor to stand down, tell her to command her Swifities to STAND DOWN—“ The call ended abruptly.  “Hello? Miss Swift?  Sara?  Are you still there?”

Scooter sat for a minute dumbfounded.  What the heck is happening?  This is not real life, right now… This is…  Madness. He thought.

Another loud thunderous thud followed by the sound of broken glass shattering on the floor “They’re through the first floor doors!  They’ve broken through all the windows!”  Justin held up his phone to display the live stream feed.

“Quick everyone, to the helipad on the roof!”  Scott shouted to the group.

“You have a helipad on the roof?  Of Big Machine Records?  That wasn’t on the tour when I bought the place.”  Scooter questioned, perplexed.

“It’s a new addition.”  The Carlyle legal rep explained.

“Well how convenient.”  Scooter replied.

Another loud bang as a second wave of Swifties poured in through the entrance.  They could hear chanting in the distance growing louder, “TAY-LOR! TAY-LOR! TAY-LOR!”

“Uh, guys… Let’s get moving here!”  Scott screamed out, raising his voice.

Justin grabbed Sushi, his cat, not the leftover container of sushi, just in case anyone needed clarification; they rushed to the back stairs and climbed their way up to the helipad on the roof.  The Swift Army continued to swiftly storm the Big Machine offices, a full-scale attack.  

Scott led the pack as they emerged on the roof to a waiting helicopter, blades starting to spin faster and faster.

As the blades whirred, they created a heavy wind, making it hard to walk. Justin’s cat jumped out of his arms as they neared the helicopter on the rooftop helipad, “Oh no!  SUSHI!”  The sound of the helicopter scared the cat back to the edge of the open rooftop access door.

“Justin, we have to go!”  Scott yelled over the sound of the spinning blades.

“No!  Not without my cat!”

“JUSTIN, LEAVE THE CAT!”  Scooter ordered.

“I have to go back!”  Justin pleaded.

Just then the first wave of Swifites arrived at the door, one of them scooping the cat up in her arms.

“GET IN THE HELICOPTER JUSTIN!”  Scott and Scooter yelled to him as he looked longingly back at his cat.  A Swiftie smiled at him as she held the cat in her arms, he recognized her, a once faithful Belieber, but she had been turned… She was now a Swiftie soldier.  

Justin pushed back tears; he ran to the door of the helicopter and was helped inside.  The door slammed shut and the helicopter lifted into the air just as a flood of Swifties poured out onto the helipad.  They formed a semicircle around the doorway, Taylor strode slowly from the entranceway walking with prowess and purpose, walking… with power—with pride. She was handed the cat by the Swifitie soldier who had captured the prisoner of war.  Taylor continued her live stream now with Justin’s feline friend in the frame.  She held Sushi up for the camera to see and walked to the edge of the rooftop and held the cat high in the air, the Swifties in the streets below Big Machine cheered at sight of the cat capture.  The KatyCats and Animals also yelped and howled and yelled out.  The Lion King song played.  No, I’m just kidding, The Lion King song didn’t play, but that would be funny if it did, right?  It’s like when Simba was held up on the rock—Wait, why am I explaining this, you know what reference I’m making here.  Anyway, back to the story—

An officer of The Swift Army emerged from the rooftop doorway slightly out of breath, “The masters aren’t here, Taylor.  We searched the office, we’ve searched all of Big Machine.  They lied.  They must have them!”  She pointed to the helicopter in the sky hovering above them.

Taylor smirked.  “That’s okay, we have something they want, now.  Don’t we, widdle kitty, awww…  You’re a little cutie, aren’t you?  You’re going to stay with us for a while, we’ll make you an honorary Swiftie kitty.” She said with smile.  The Swifties around her smiled back.  Taylor handed the cat to a team of KatyCats working in alliance with the Swifties.  “Keep that cat safe.  NO ONE lets that cat out of their sight.”  Taylor commanded.

The KatyCat kitty cat guards nodded back.

“Also, put it in a really cute cage.  And go get some treats and fancy food and toys for the cage too—My heart melts. Such a cute cat.”

“Yes Taylor.”  They replied before ushering the cat away.

@taylorswift

[letuscomposefanfics]

I'm not convinced part 2

(Phillip Hamilton X Reader) Words: 1200+ Summary: High School was a pain in the ass. You and single mother don’t have much money. She works double shift and double jobs. One of her jobs is working for the Hamilton family as a part time housekeeper. Ironically, the biggest douche happens to be part of that family. (I can’t write a summary) AU: Modern AU Warnings: Just horrible grammar.. Cursing?? Tell me if there is any I did not put.

Rise and shine. You say goodbye to a picture and your running late mother. Run through the sprinklers again. Run into your class later than usual. So far, your week seem to repeat like last Friday, except this time you had to wake up your mom. Normally, she would wake herself up (without an alarm) around 5:00 to prepare the Hamilton’s- she worked on Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays- day with clean floors, fresh laundries, and a your-wish-is-my-command attitude. People may call her a maid, but you prefer the term housekeeper. It felt more appropriate. No. Respectable. Maid sounded like a sexual kink- the hell you were talking about. It is. Despite the French maid versus American maids differences. Mostly everyone yearned maid that dressed in the short-skirted French outfit- you bet they weren’t normally that revealing. You shivered at the sexual thought.

As you plopped down in your plastic seat with a sigh and a late slip as a stress ball in your hand. The teacher went to retrieve your balled up, salmon late slip and tossed in the plastic bin without a care. You briefly snatched out all the listed items on the board and slammed on the desk impolitely. The adult in the room sent an annoyed glare your way in which you mutter out a sorry. The teacher straighten out the stack of papers with a loud thud- almost as loud as yours- and passed them out with a few extras that came flying. You took a glance at the warm up assignment, you scribbled the answers on the lines. You snapped open your note filled book, and navigated each and every answer. You placed your finger on the words and skimmed as you wrote down the answer. You glanced at the answers, the scribbles were curved downwards slightly. You cursed under your breath and shifted onto to the next question.

“(Y/N).” What you recognized to be Phillip’s voice, whispered out towards you. You ignored his call and held your focus on the warm up assignment. He called out the second time, and you never failed to keep your focus on your “chore”. Despite how annoying Philip Hamilton is, you have to and want to work your ass off to go to college. You plan to attend Harvard, Penn State, Columbia, or Stanford. You wanted a stone-solid education that could back you up with amazing paying job. All you had to do was get a great sponsor to achieve a scholarship from a great school. Maybe a Ivy league school. You would sigh dreamingly at the dream, but stopped yourself from embarrassment. You shudder out a sigh as your gears continued to spin. Fatigue sunk under your creating bags of memories of your late studies. Philip whispered out your name again, except he kept on tapping on your shoulder, “What?” You hissed as you continued to write down your answer quickly and thoughtfully.

“I need help on number two.” Phillip murmured in a shy tone.

You answered number four swifty,”Dammit, go look over the notes in your notebook.” You whispered harshly as you turn your gaze over to him. He arched his eyebrows confusingly at your unkind toned comment. You swore this kid will be the death of you.

“What notes?” He questioned with wide eyes. “ I don’t have a notebook. I use the looseleaf papers.” Philip added as he shifted uncomfortably at your annoyed gaze.

You tighten your grip on the wooden pencil,”Dude, are you fucking kidding me? It’s the middle of the semester!” You exasperated quietly.

“God, sorry!” The Hamilton exclaimed louder than intended. Everyone’s eye landed on the loud and interrupting Hamilton. You observed Phillip shrink in his seat with a embarrassed blush riding under his forest green eyes and on the bridge of his nose. “Phillip, students are still working! I advise you to continue your work, unless it’s done. Then go read a book.” The teacher scolded and advised him and continued to grade papers on the computer- you hope it was last week’s test grade. The soft taps of the keyboard distracted you a little bit.

“What about this.” You began as tone down your voice slightly. You did a quick slide-glance toward the teacher. Their typing halted and glanced at you with a awkward smile. You gave them the same smile and removed your eyes off of the them. Embarrassment flooded your face. You exhaled sharply and shook your head.

“You can look at my notes.” You submitted. “and in exchange for that is you leaving me alone.” You as you tossed your notes on his desk.

“Awe, I thought you liked my little taunts.” Philip cooed sarcastically.

“Awe, do you want to get a bruised eye?” You cooed in return. His smirk dropped and quickly muttered out a “no”. Chuckling at his actions, you unzipped your backpack and plucked out a book. You admired the silence as you did. You did enjoy fighting and arguing with the boy. Like stated, it was entertaining. You finished number four’s last sentence, which you were interrupted before hand. Turning your paper to seek anymore answers, you met up with a white blank space. You smiled satisfyingly.

“So, are you coming to charity dance?” The curly headed boy asked as he twist his head towards you. You nodded curtly with an honest answer. You didn’t spare a glance towards him. Phillip’s eyes widen slightly at your response. “I’m surprised you’re goin’.” Phillip stated. You heard your other peer’s flip the paper as well. “You don’t seem one for parties.”

“I’m not.” You responded coldly. “My mom is dragging me to the event. She wants me to socialize and meet someone.” You explained with a huff. “It’s annoying and I don’t need to meet anyone, yet. I have a whole life span ahead of me.” You grumbled. “What’s your reaction to the dance?”

“It's…” The boy began.”Formal.” He shuddered. “It’s just a bunch of classical music and slow dancing. Bunch of older people are gonna be there and it’s just going to… dull.” Phillip shared.

“Sounds dull.” You said as a response. “Exactly!” He exasperated in a whisper. The eldest son rolled his eyes at the thought of the charity event his mother is hosting. Eliza is a very kind and trusting woman, but he just couldn’t understand why the hell did his mother choose that kind of event. It was told to be appealing, but it wasn’t appealing for Phillip. The thought feathered his gut with irritation. He knew that his kind mother wanted to meet a fine lady as well. He could see the delighted look in her eyes as he agreed going to the function. Eliza rambled energetically about him meeting people she wanted to introduce to him. “My mom wants me to dress formal as possible and she wants me to meet people she knows!” Phillip complained as he began to use his hands emotionally. “It’s tiring to smile and shake hands. I don’t want to meet people! I don’t want to be in a crowded space with people I don’t know!” He said a bit to loudly. The adult in the room scolded him again. “It’s just stressful.” He murmured. Honestly, you didn’t know what to say. It went to emotionally fast for you to respond in words and in feelings. Apparently, your Phillips stress ball he can squeeze on. “That sucks.” You stated without a thought. “Yeah…” 

“Mom, I’m not wearing a goddamn dress.” You groaned as you were yanked over to the dresses aisle. She slapped your complaining away as she slid the hooks to the side. Mama plucked out a dress from the rack and placed it where your body was. She closed one eyelid as if she was some cloth designer or on project runway- whatever the hell it was called. You moaned with a tired-boredom taking over as you dragged the hanger downards.

“Can’t I just throw on a dress shirt, suspenders, and some pants like the office kind of pants?” You suggested desperately. She ignored your whining and continued to look for a dress. “Please?” You continued to beg.

“No, your just gonna attract girls- not there’s anything wrong with that- and I want you to attract both.” The elder women thought out as she plucked out another dress. You didn’t even pay attention the patterns or style the article of clothing had to offer.

Embarrassment caused the blood to rush through cheeks,”Mom, why did you have to say that out loud? I don’t exactly want to get a boyfriend nor girlfriend.” You hissed.

Your mom cackled,”I’m your mother. My job is to take care of you until you are the legal age of an adult. My side job is just embarrassing you.” She.. jested. “Plus I don’t want you to wear a suit again. You barely wear the dresses I bought you- which are now in the local Goodwill will down on Baker Street- they were cute dresses!” She explained.

“First off,” You both walked over to the other side of the rack.”I look horrible in anything that shows my legs or thighs. I have this uneven sun tan I had got when I decided to wear shorts in the pool, remember?” She hummed out a yes in response. Your hands were gesturing to your thigh as you looked at your mother- still picking out outfits.

“It’s not gonna show, honey. The dress I’m gonna find isn’t going to be that short.” The older women confirmed. You rolled your eyes as you followed her through the aisle even further.

“Right, like that necked dress you have me as kid wasn’t revealing.” You grumbled sassily.

“It wasn’t that low!” Your mom retorted as she turn her attention to you. She slapped your arm.

You slapped her arm back, “Whatever you say mom.” You responded.

“Can I wear my slip-ons? The one by Vans?”You asked almost hesitantly with a meek grin.

“No. It’s a formal-” You cut her off.

“Oh come on!” You exaggerated as you flew your hands up in the air and through them.

“It’s a formal event.” She finished.

“Yes, the one you are forcing me to go to.” You muttered. “Can I at least invite one of my friends?”

“No, I’m not going to go all that hassle with the Hamiltons! They’ve got a lot on their plate!” Your mother retorted. “And!” She emphasized. “You don’t need your friends as another barrier to hide behind, (Y/N)!”

You groaned in defeat. She swatted your arm.

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I’m so sorry this was worse than the last. I’m on mobile rip I’ll edit it later