#their stupid ‘wheels’ don’t actually seem intrinsic to them or their way of life

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Man. Season 3 of His Dark Materials is letting me down in a big way.

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Breaking Glass - OUAT/SPN Crossover

Summary: (Y/N); who has been missing for three years, calls Dean asking for an odd favour. The Winchesters travel all the way to a place they thought was fictional in order to help her. 

Pairing: Dean x reader.

Word count: 4,900

Warnings: SPN spoilers, OUAT spoilers.

A/N: This was for Mama’s 1K Followers Celebration! My prompt was Once Upon a Time, so here it is! Congratulations once again, @mamaredd123 I hope you like this; sorry it took em so long to get this done, it is extremely hard to mix these two shows considering the twists they both have.

DISCLAIMER: I changed the story line of BOTH TV shows for the sake of the story. This is set during season 4 of OUAT and after season 10 of SPN but not quite - I can’t explain myself, thank you - so please, don’t focus on the strange timings and just live with it.

Enjoy!

“Hello?” Dean answered the phone.

“Dean, I need your help.” Dean’s lips curved into a sad smile at the sound of her voice. It had been such a long time since the last time he heard her voice… The sound of it was an old memory, the kind of memory one forgets they have until it comes back again.

“(Y/N)…” Dean whispered. The wave of emotions that crashed inside of him was more than enough to mess with his sharp mind. “It’s funny how you only call me when you need help.” He snapped bitterly as a pearly tear left his eye.

“Dean, please, there will be a lot of time to apologise after you help me. It’s life or death... Please, just come.” She begged softly. He knew he had to stay strong, he knew he had to say no or else she would hurt him once again.

“Where are you?”

-

“Isn’t that a place from a TV show?” Sam inquired as he and Dean packed their stuff into Baby’s trunk.

“Yes, but it’s real apparently,” Dean replied. Sam gave him a look that could only be described as a mix between dumbfounded and concerned. “What?”

“Isn’t it weird?” Sam asked. Dean lifted a confused eyebrow, begging Sam to explain. “Your ex, the one woman you have truly loved, appears out of a sudden after three years of being missing, asking you to go to a place where, according to Google, there’s nothing but a highway right when a bunch of demons are hunting us. Isn’t it… Suspicious?”

“Look, man, I know how it sounds but I’m telling you, it was her,” Dean answered and Sam could see the melancholy behind Dean’s eyes.

“Maybe they captured her and…” Dean shook his head.

“She didn’t use any of the key codes… Not one.” Dean said, “If you don’t want to come, it’s fine. But I must go with her.”

“I’m going.” Sam stated, “Someone has to drag your ass back home afterwards.”

Dean chuckled, punching his brother’s arm playfully before shutting the trunk.

The ride was long and tedious. Not even the magic of classic rock could stop Dean from anxiously fidgeting his fingers over the steering wheel, or the annoying way his breath started hitching once they reached certain point of the road – aka, when they got closer to their destiny – but one thing was certain: Sam felt like punching both (Y/N) and his brother for being so immature.

One thing was to still miss their relationship, and act like regular ex-boyfriends, but another was to be like they were: not completely over their relationship, but also not completely into it. (Y/N) would disappear and then reappear in the worse moments.

She had asked him to stay away from her before it was too late. She claimed that she wasn’t who she seemed to be, that she wasn’t a fallen angel who had gotten to Earth to save Dean. But Dean couldn’t help but see her like the best woman on the planet, and (Y/N) couldn’t have him to fall for a fake version of her. She loved him too much to allow that because she knew one day he would see the real her and he would be even more heartbroken than before.

Dean, on the other hand, felt like she had broken up with him because she was too good for him; usual Dean Winchester thinking. Sam had tried his best to show him otherwise, but Dean was blinded by his intrinsic love for her, and no matter how much Sam begged, he continued to blame himself for (Y/N)’s escape.

Eventually, they reached the exact point of the highway. Dean lost control of the wheel for a split second when (Y/N) came to view, waiting impatiently for them right in the middle of the road.

Dean stopped, and for a few seconds, he remembered his agony. The pain he had been put through after she left, leaving only a scrunched note to remind him she was there. A note that read “I will always love you”, same which Dean always carried with him.

Their eyes met. Dean exhaled a trembling sigh. She looked tougher, bitter, but still gorgeous. Her pure aspect had been replaced by the aspect of a warrior, and yet Dean could’ve sworn she was still the innocent girl he had fallen in love with so many years ago.

Sam interrupted their moment by leaving the car.

“(Y/N).” He called, smiling shyly at her. (Y/N) snapped her head towards the source of the sound and gave him a big grin.

“Sam, such a long time.” She muttered happily and hugged him. “You’re taller.”

“You haven’t grown much,” Sam replied and they both shared a quick giggle that was soon interrupted by Dean’s voice.

“(Y/N).” He whispered loud enough for her to hear.

“Dean.” She said, “I’m sorry for calling you, but… I don’t know anyone better to help me on this one.”

“Better or stupid?” Dean inquired, walking closer.

“Both, I’m afraid.” She cleared her throat. “Shall we?”

“We shall…” Dean stuttered, “Where exactly?”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Right.” She took a deep breath, “I would recommend you to get into the car; unless of course, you want to park her here until you come back, but then you won’t be able to get any of all of the weapons you carry when and if needed.”

“OK…” Dean furrowed and shared a confused look with his brother.

“I’ll explain, I promise.” She rushed to say, “But please, just get into the car.”

The hunters obeyed. As they walked back to Baby, they heard (Y/N) talking to someone; Sam glanced back, only to see her talking to the air, with her back turned to them.

They got in the car and Dean made her roar. (Y/N) took this as her cue and nodded towards the horizon. The Winchester brothers were more confused than ever, but the feeling increased when (Y/N) took a step ahead and disappeared into thin air.

Dean gulped loudly and drove towards the place where (Y/N) disappeared. As they drove forward, the brothers noticed it seemed like they were still on the same highway, except (Y/N) had reappeared and there was a sign that read “Welcome to Storybrooke.”

Soon, the town came into view. It was nothing out of normal, the typical town one would expect to find in the middle of a highway. However, there was something odd in the air, something familiar yet strange to the Winchester brothers.

-

They were at (Y/N)’s house. Apparently, she had been living there in those past years. She was preparing them something for dinner – knowing it was a long ride – while the brothers got installed.

“So… Why did you move here?” Dean inquired, joining her in the kitchen.

“Certain red haired let the evil witch of the west out of Oz and I came here to take charge… Guess I couldn’t leave afterwards.” (Y/N) explained. Dean passed her the salt without her asking for it, he knew her well enough to know what she wanted and how she cooked.

“Charlie didn’t let her out,” Dean argued.

“Yes, she did.” (Y/N) insisted, “The evil Charlie vs good Charlie was just a façade the witch used to distract her and escape. Of course, Charlie couldn’t have noticed but… Yeah. However, she’s no longer a problem so you can tell Charlie just in case she was wondering.”

“Charlie is dead,” Dean whispered. (Y/N) froze for a split second.

“I had no idea… I’m sorry.” She apologised.

“It's fine, I can’t blame you for not knowing… After all, you weren’t there.” Dean muttered.

(Y/N) left a heavy breath and looked straight into Dean’s eyes. “You know I had no choice.”

“Yes, you had… You could’ve stayed with me and Sam…” Dean’s eyes watered.

“Dean, I’m not the person you think I am.” She whispered, “I’m not an abnegate goddess who does nothing but good, I’m not an angel, I’m not a kind-hearted person… I’m not the perfect being you expect me to be.”

“I think I know that by now.” Dean chuckled, “But that doesn’t change anything. To me, you are all of that and more.”

“And that is why I had to leave.” (Y/N) insisted, “I can’t have you waddling around with a perfect illusion on your mind.”

-

The brothers were eating as (Y/N) explained to them what was going on. The rest of the civilians, or at least the important ones, had arrived half an hour after the Winchesters were installed, but none of them had dinner with them.

“Look at them,” A so-called Mr Gold whispered as (Y/N) spoke, “slonking on their food like animals.”

The Ex-Major giggled lightly as the man’s judgement and before anyone else could agree, (Y/N) punched the table and turned to look at them.

“I’m sorry, Mr Gold.” She snapped sassily, “I’m sure pair of hunters isn’t classy enough for a beast’s liking; less to say, the Queen’s liking, like Regina. I’m sure they are some sort of cannibals compared to the bunch of princesses here tonight.” She hissed, “But they are the only ones that can help us, so you better start showing some respect.”

“With all respect, (Y/N),” Mr Gold cackled, “I don’t think they can help us at all.”

“Let me remind you that they stopped the Apocalypse.” She fumed, “And if they can do that, I’m sure they can help us with our tiny problem.” Mr Gold swallowed angrily but didn’t say a word. “Does anyone have anything else to say?”

“I actually think they’re pretty cool,” Killian mumbled under his breath, and (Y/N) gave him a grateful nod.

“Good, now let’s get to work.”

“No, wait,” Dean begged, standing up from the chair he was sitting in. “Princesses? Like, is this some kind of town where people have their own government or…”

The Major rolled her eyes sassily. “Someone has a lot of explaining to do.”

“I didn’t think it would be important.” (Y/N) defended.

“It is if we want to get somewhere.” Sheriff Swan replied.

(Y/N) nodded, took a deep breath and searched for the proper words to explain. “Remember all those fairy tales… No, uh… Remember when you… Never mind… Uh…”

“We’re the characters all of those classic fairy tales talked about.” Ex-Major Mills took control. “I’m the Evil Queen, and Mary Margaret is Snow White and her husband David is Prince Charming. Mr Gold is actually Rumpelstiltskin and Killian is Captain Hook…”

“And who are you?” Sam asked Elizabeth.

“I’m Elizabeth Swan.” She replied.

“We know but which character are you?” Dean insisted.

Regina and Mary Margaret shared an awkward glance as Elizabeth found a way to reply. “I’m Elizabeth Swan, daughter of Snow White and the Prince Charming.”

“OK…” The brothers furrowed, trying to make the proper connections between the characters.

“I thought they would faint when you told them,” Killian observed and (Y/N) breathed out a laugh.

“Trust me, they’ve seen weirder things.”

“So what’s the problem? Did Cinderella lose her shoe again?” Dean joked but nobody laughed.

“It’s more like a marshmallow…” (Y/N) said, and Dean recognised her tone as the one she used to minimise a massive problem.

“How big is it?” Dean inquired.

“Huge.” Replied Killian.

-

The snow monster they faced was far bigger than expected.

“Sam?” Dean muttered.

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to build a snowman?” Sam rolled his eyes and punched his brother’s arm. “Just trying to relieve some tension…” Dean complained and then they proceeded to fight the monster.

Compared to the multiple monsters and other creatures they had faced in the past, Marshmallow was nothing. Taking it down was far too easy for them, which resulted in a new level of respect from Regina and Mr Gold and any other character that disliked them at first.

(Y/N) was incapable of hiding her pride. She was astonishing, and all of the habitants of Storybrooke could’ve told that she hadn’t been so happy in a long time. Perhaps it was the fact that two hunters had joined her, or maybe it was because they were old friends and she had missed them, but truth was that it was more than that.

The suspect had left ice patches that led the hunters and the princesses to a barn on the outskirts of town.

First, the Winchesters and (Y/N) entered guns in hand and ready to stop whoever was causing trouble. A beautiful lady dressed in ice stood right in the middle; she looked miserable and had some kind of invisible cloud floating over her that made it snow all around.

“Hey, Elsa!” Dean roared and the woman acknowledged their presence, instantly extending a hand that created icicles that dared to cut their throats. “Easy there,” Dean warned calmly, “let it go.”

“Dean, honestly…” Sam rolled his eyes once more.

“What is he talking about?” (Y/N) inquired, without moving the eye contact with Elsa.

“Haven’t you watched Frozen?” Dean asked and the three hunters lowered their guns, ready to get into the clumsiest discussion ever.

“What the Hell is that?” She argued.

“Frozen is the best animated Disney film ever!” Dean defended and Sam tried to argue, “Shut it, Sam.” He threatened, “It’s about her,” he pointed towards Elsa, “and her sister Anna.”

“You know my sister?” Elsa asked from afar and the ice melted instantly.

“Yes.” Dean stated, looking at her, “Red hair, with Storm-like hair, freckles…”

“Who’s Storm?” Elsa furrowed.

“She’s an X-Men,” Dean explained and Elsa nodded as if she had understood. “Point is, Anna, hooked up with Kristoff who is an ice seller. And Elsa is an ice Queen, and she has this powers…”

“Ice powers,” Elsa said.

“Ice powers, that’s right.” Dean nodded and gestured towards the snow inside the barn. “Her sister showed her that, through love, she can conquer them and they lived happily ever after with the Ice seller, and this possessed snowman and…”

“He’s not possessed,” Elsa argued.

“With the not-possessed snowman and the typical sentient but not-quite-talking horse.” Dean continued.

“It’s a reindeer!” Elsa hissed.

“Yeah, Dean, there’s even a song about that.”  Sam snapped.

“I KNEW YOU WATCHED IT!” Dean cheered in victory.

“Enough!” (Y/N) ordered. “Elsa, right?” The Queen nodded, “We’ll help you find your sister, I promise.”

“Thank you.” Elsa bowed gracefully.

“But no more possessed snowmen or whatever the Hell that was.” (Y/N) warned.

“Marshmallow is a guardian, he protects me,” Elsa explained.

“Yeah, keep it elsewhere.”

What happened the next days was mostly blurry, especially because neither one of the hunters had much to do there. It was mostly family issues, which (Y/N) had to explain because it seemed like all the habitants of Storybrooke were, somehow, related.

“So Henry is Emma’s son but also Regina’s adoptive son, and Mr Gold is his grandfather, but Belle is married to Gold and… Regina is the evil Queen but she’s no longer evil, and she is also dating Robin Hood, who is still with Marian and who is frozen because of Ingrid.” Sam recited out loud, reading from flash cards (Y/N) wrote for them. “Oh, so Emma was adopted by Ingrid fifteen years ago and…”

“Who’s Ingrid?” Dean asked. Sam exhaled loudly.

“Ingrid is the snow Queen, sister of Helga and Gerda of Arendelle. Ingrid is Elsa’s aunt.” Sam repeated once again for his brother.

“Right, Sarah the one from the ice cream shop.” Dean chuckled, “She’s the one causing all the trouble, right?”

“Yup.” (Y/N) stood up and prepared coffee for the millionth time that day. The presence of both Ice Queens’ was too overwhelming for common Earth, and so it resulted in a chilly weather all day, every day.

The things between (Y/N) and Dean had cooled down a bit (pun super intended) but even so, Dean couldn’t help but praise every small action she made as if it was the most abnegate, altruist thing a human had ever done before.

Sam had learned a lot from the characters, from their back stories to their family bonds between one another. He also learned about the Enchanted Forest or Misthaven, which helped during the Elsa/Ingrid case in ways he couldn’t have imagined.

Mr Gold would refuse to admit it, but Sam and Dean were making everything easier. They were good hunters, just like (Y/N) promised, and they were brave and self-less. Perhaps, he was starting to grow fond of them in the same way he had grown fond of (Y/N): without admitting it, and expressing it through opposite feelings and snarky comments.

“So…” Dean purred as he joined (Y/N), “I’ll wash and you dry.”

“No, you’re a terrible dryer.” She rushed to say.

“Ouch.” Dean pretended to be offended, “Maybe, just maybe, I have gotten better since you left.”

“And maybe, just maybe, I want to wash.” (Y/N) replied in a playful, flirtatious, tone.

“I can’t say no to your pretty eyes, can I?” Dean mumbled.

“I’m afraid not.” And so they ended up in the most clichéd scene ever: about to kiss. However, (Y/N) moved away and started washing.

Dean acted quickly, searching for a cloth and starting to dry. “Sam loves it here.”

“I know, he loves fairy tales and backstories.” She chuckled.

“He also loves the kind of information he’s getting from the fairy godmothers and Rumple.” Dean continued.

“Yeah… They are so full of unknown information, yet so ignorant about so many other things.” (Y/N) breathed out.

“No wonder why you decided to stay here.” Dean mentioned, “It’s beautiful… You’re literally living in a twisted fairy tale.”

“It’s no fairy tale without a happy ending.” She whispered, unable to keep the words from spilling her lips.

“I could give you that happy ending,” Dean whispered back and, soon, the tension became such that they felt they could cut it with a knife.

“Dean, I can’t… No.” She stuttered.

Dean threw the cloth away and took a deep breath. “Why?”

“You know why.”

“No, I don’t!” Dean exclaimed, “Just tell me the truth. Am I not worthy enough of your affection? Are you too much for me? Sweetheart, I could’ve figured it out myself, but no one – NO ONE – will ever love you half as much as I do.”

“That’s the problem, Dean!” She cried, “You think I’m perfect and I am not!”

“To me you are.” He whispered.

“One day you’ll see the real me, and that day you’ll be so disappointed you won’t… You will leave me.” A tear rolled down her face, “I want you to love me for who I am, not for the strange version of me you created…”

“I didn’t create anything,” Dean muttered angrily.

“Dean, you met me during one of the most vulnerable times in your life…” She whined, “I’m not your saviour, I’m not your wife like version of your Mother, I am neither a saint nor an angel, and I’m definitely not the one that will make you happy.”

“It would’ve been better if you had told me you don’t love me. It would’ve hurt less.” Dean hissed.

“I do love you, Dean. And it is because I love you that I can’t let you do this.” She sniffed.

“Do what, (Y/N)?” He roared, “Love you? Well, newsflash sweetheart, I ALREADY DO.”

(Y/N) huffed but didn’t answer to it. Instead, she continued to wash the dishes like nothing had happened. Dean followed her, hating the awkward silence that had formed around them.

Little did they know, Ingrid was sending a curse to everyone in Storybrooke, and they weren’t quite sure what it was all about, but Mary Margaret suggested everyone stay at home. Fortunately, Sam was in his room, sleeping, and not wanting to leave for the rest of the day.

As the curse moved on through Storybrooke, (Y/N) failed to establish some decent communication with anyone else. Sam was locked in his room, while Dean made her company in the kitchen, and that was it; no one would answer their phone, and (Y/N) wasn’t willing to leave her house and face the huge ass purple fog invading the town. Therefore, she and Dean sat in silence at the small table in the kitchen, waiting for news or death – whatever happened first.

The curse was simple: it made people see the very worse of their loved ones. For instance, Snow White and Prince Charming had started fighting. Sheriff Swan, Elsa and Ingrid were the only ones that couldn’t get cursed and so Emma and Elsa had to find a way to stop Ingrid.

It is well known that the only way to stop a curse like such is by killing the witch who cast it. However, Emma and Elsa couldn’t do it so easily, and they couldn’t ask anyone else’s help because they were cursed.

“Stop.” (Y/N) commanded out of a sudden. The curse had hit her. “You’re always humming Metallica when you’re bored.”

“I didn’t know that bothered you.” Dean rolled his eyes. “You’re so… Ugh.” Apparently, the curse had hit him as well.

“So… What, Dean?” She fumed.

“So dramatic,” Dean stated, “and you think the world revolves around you and you’re selfish and…”

“SELFISH?” She exclaimed.

“Yes! You are being absolutely selfish by running away from me to protect me from God-knows-what because YOU don’t think you deserve to be loved. And you hurt me just like that because of your stupid ideas!” Dean roared, punching the table and getting up from his chair. His breathing was heavy and his face had blushed in anger.

“Oh yeah? Well, you’re stupid for loving someone like me, then!” She hissed.

“Well, I ain’t stopping anytime soon!” Dean shouted. And so, he proceeded to list all of the flaws and annoying facts about her, like he had been keeping it inside for all those years they had known each other. (Y/N) remained silent the whole time, knowing that she deserved it, but hating Dean at the same time for choosing that exact moment – aka when they were trapped inside her home due to a curse, unable to walk away – to do so. She wanted to list his flaws as well, but there were none she hadn’t mentioned before.

“… And you are a massive bitch!” Dean finished, “But you know what, you big asshole? I don’t give a damn because I love you and if you don’t want it then it’s fine! Screw you! I’ve lived without you for the longest time, and I don’t care if you never come back.”

“Fine, if that’s how you feel…” (Y/N) muttered, “I won’t ever go back.”

“Fine, it won’t be the end of the world. Sam and I have gotten used to you not being there.” Dean hissed.

What started as a mild argument, turned into a heated argument that lasted all the way until the spell broke thanks to Emma, Elsa and Regina. However, although the spell was cast away and Ingrid could no longer do any harm – she was dead – Dean didn’t change his mind about anything he had said, unlike the other cursed ones.

He had finally seen what she meant; her flaws and all of the rough edges eh had religiously ignored for years, they were finally in plain view to him, and even so he still felt the same about her. However, if she decided not to go back to him, he would be fine with that.

He loved her, Dean Winchester was deeply I love with (Y/N). But, after years, he had realised that he would love her no matter what even if she was a bitch. Hence, he decided to step back. Whatever she decided, whatever she chose, he would be fine with it without arguing.

Dean Winchester wouldn’t beg anymore.

Snow/Mary Margaret didn’t hesitate in calling (Y/N) to let her know all about the curse once it was all clear.

“It made one see the flaws in the beloved ones.” She explained, “But it’s done, I promise.”

(Y/N) hung the phone, acting like it didn’t matter at all when, in reality, she was feeling strange about it. Dean had finally been able to see her flaws, something she had craved for so desperately and he was acting strangely. Perhaps, he would finally give up on her.

“Dean, the curse is... They killed Ingrid and… Yeah.” (Y/N) stuttered, entering to the room where Dean was staying at.

“Why would I care? It didn’t hit us.” Dean muttered from across the room. His back was turned to (Y/N), he was cleaning one of his guns.

“It did, actually.” (Y/N) whispered, “It was this strange curse in which one saw the flaws of the people they loved… You know the flaws that we don’t usually see because we love too much.”

“So you finally got what you wanted…” Dean chuckled bitterly, “Lucky you.”

“Dean…” She whined in a soft voice.

“It’s true,” he turned to see her, “I saw your flaws, just like you wanted. Aren’t you happy now?”

“I… I don’t know.” She confessed.

Dean breathed out a dry laugh. “Did you expect me to leave you afterwards?”

“I guess…” She mumbled, “I thought you would stop loving me when you realised the kind of asshole that I am.”

“Sweetheart, I’ve known so many assholes in my life that you… You are like a saint to me.” Dean said, “I’ve met Lucifer, the Devil, and you expect me to hate you for being stubborn? Not a chance.”

“So you don’t…?”

“No, I don’t hate you and I still love you,” Dean replied without a second thought. “I told you: it will always be like this.”

“I’m sorry for…” She sniffed, “For leaving you… and Sam.”

“We forgave you a long time ago,” Dean confessed, turning his back again to her.

“I thought you deserved someone better… That you only loved me because of some twisted version of myself you had created in your mind instead of the real me and… I couldn’t have you do that, not knowing that you would eventually see my flaws and…” A pearly tear streamed down her face.

“I always knew about your flaws, (Y/N).” Dean spoke softly, “I just… I decided to ignore them because not one of them keeps me from feeling the way that I do.”

“Will you ever forgive me?” Dean licked his lips, hesitating on what to answer.

“I already forgave you.”

He turned around, only to find a messy (Y/N) with her eyes wet with tears and trembling lips. Dean gave her a half smile and left the gun on the bed before extending his arms to the sides, inviting her in for a hug.

“Come here.” He whispered and (Y/N) didn’t think it twice before she was already in his arms. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Dean.” She cried.

Being back in his arms was otherworldly. He was still warm and broad, providing the exact support she needed not to fall to the ground. He still smelled like cologne, whisky and leather, and his heart still beat at the same pace she remembered. Being back in his arms was like going back home after a long absence, it was cosy and it was good.

“I missed you.” She whispered as yet another tear left her eyes.

“Come back to me, please,” Dean begged, tightening his grip around her tiny figure. He felt her, nuzzling against his chest just like she used to do when she lived with them.

“One does not simply get out of Storybrooke, Dean.” She said.

“Then let’s build a life here.” Dean resolved, “But please, be mine.”

“I have always been yours, Dean.”

-

Thankfully, everyone wanted them out of Storybrooke, so Regina helped them to leave without any strange secondary effect.

It was weird to leave what had been her home for so many years, yet she knew she would not miss it for longer after settling back with her beloved hunter, in that underground bunker she missed so much. She would also go back to a life she had quitted long ago in exchange of what promised to be a fairy tale and resulted in a night mare. Vampires, werewolves, and other supernatural creatures, waiting for her to hunt them again… It felt like a dream.

“Are you sad for leaving?” Dean inquired as they drove past the portal that hid Storybrooke from the rest of the world.

“A little.” She confessed.

“We can visit them whenever you want.” Dean offered.

“YES PLEASE!” Sam spoke from the back seat as he made sure to save all of his new information on his cloud online – he had finally gotten some wifi after leaving the town.

(Y/N) ad Dean chuckled lightly and then drove back to the life they knew and love, back to each other’s arms.

It was funny. (Y/N) had gotten to Storybrooke, searching for a happy ending just like the rest of its habitants, not knowing that she didn’t have to look further. Her happy ending was right there, in those green eyes she adored, driving a black Chevy Impala that smelled like “manly” and an annoyingly cute brother who lived off of his wifi connection and book collection. That was it, that was her happy ending, and after three years, she was finally ready to embrace it.

Masterlist.

Dean Tags: @coffeebreakandwinchesters @oaisara @rdy4thevoid

SPN Tags: @dreamingintheimpalawithdean @roseyhxnt @thisisjessicatalking @hotwinchester @pizzarollpatrol @colorfuluniversewhispers @destiel5100

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Extra Typology Vol #3 - Part 9, A: The Leisurely Style (Basics)

This would be the quintessential “Type B” individual - sure, they’ll fulfill their obligations & put in whatever share of work is needed to have a solid living, but once that is done, they feel that they have the right to their personal pursuit of hapiness & see that as the area of life where the “worthwhile” stuff happens - That this is where life is & that the other part is the drudgery you do for the sake of your life.  

They feel that they have a right to their “me time” and while they might fill it with anything from plain chillaxing to hobbies to creative pursuits, it’s important to them that they are guranteed this opportunity, and though  they are generally easygoing, they will vigorously defend their right to do their own thing & have their time & space.

This seems to be vaguely 9w8, the Phlegmatic Temperament or the Ne-Si axis.

(Funnily enough I never thought of this as any sort of distinct trait, perhaps because it’s the most common one in my makeup - I always just assumed this is simply “everyone to some degre/default/common sense/normal people” which, in hindsight, seems to hold the implicit assumption that type A people are “weird” Sorry.  ^^° Well, at least I am now less stupid than I was before reading this book so yay for this book. Guess this just shows how we’re all vulnerable to & should be on the lookout for that type of thinking, as we’re all ordinary or unusual in some ways.)

The Six Domains

Self

The first priority for the Leisurely style is the inviolable independence of the self - The implicit idea that they have the intrinsic right to be who they are, to feel good, and to pursue their own pleasures and concepts in their own way - and that no person or institution has any business “meddling” or taking those rights away from then - They can be said to have a more fluent connection to the basic, default value of human existence. 

If a Conscientious person will define themselves & others through their work, Leisurely people are more likely to see their indentity as related to their hobbies and, as a corollary, will tend to ask others “What are you into?” instead and believe in their inalienable right to use their personal time however they choose. 

Unlike some of the more emotional “scattered” types they can operate quite well within systems such as the family, the workplace, the community... indeed those outer complexes are necessary to fulfill their needs, but they do not identify with or feel a need to cater to any outer authorities and generally don’t have a pronounced superego or any of the associated heavy self-critical burdens. - They’re aware of their obligations, but after meeting them - including those to their family - the Leisurely person will turn to what they see as “the things that really matter”: The pursuit of their private pleasure in life, be it sports, art, contemplating nature or watching TV with a beer in hand. 

Unlike, say, Self-Confident types who feel that they are inherently special, better and closer to the center of the universe than most others, Leisurely people perceive that, along with everybody else, they are small cogs in the cosmic wheel - and that’s okay with them. Leisurely folks are usually comfortable with themselves - but even small cogs are entitled to lucky breaks - which is how Leisurely people perceive the diference between the have and the have-nots. 

Most of all, they feel entitled to be happy and claim this right vigorously - Leisurely individuals will not enslave themselves to anyone or anything, or substitute anybody else’s values for their own - they might have a role to play, a job to do, services to perform etc. but they are individual and separate, subject to their own dictates - they’re willing to do their part, but beyond that, they reserve the right to feel good privately. 

Relationships

This same central attitude extends not just to work but also to their relationships, with the result that these can only work under a premise of “You don’t own me.” or contain a certain ambivalence -  Don’t misunderstand: People who have this as their dominant style are deeply entwined with other people - they’re family oriented and comfortable in groups. They like or even need to be taken care of and enter into relationships easily. 

At the same time, they are, like Vigilant types, vaguely suspicious of others, especially people in authority - Leisurely types lowkey  expect others to ask too much of them. But while Vigilant people stand emotionally clear of people until they are certain their autonomy is assured, Leisurely individuals have a much greater immediate need of companionship - as well as a foolproof defense against being ill-used: If anyone asks them to sacrifice their self-determination, they’ll simply refuse -  they are frequently skilled at saying no and will always be protective of their individual freedom.

They’re not the sort to change themselves or a lifestyle they are satisfied with for the sake of a relationship, and if that means the relationship has to stop, they can generally accept that, seeing little sense in trying to win back an ex-partner who has clearly proven incompatible with their life an not likely to be happy with them - that said, they do care about their relationships & are likely to experience emotional pain when their desires conflict with those of their loved ones - they’ll usually go their own way in the endbut not without a lot of soul-searching in the end. 

It’s not uncommon for people with this style to be read as lazy by those who don’t share their values, but that’s a misunderstanding: Not too different from archiever-types they’re dividing up their time according to what they want but what they want isn’t recognition or fancy stuff but to have a significant portion of their time to use as they please without outside encumbrance - they’re generally not rebels, mavericks, angrily defiant indvidals or anything of the sort: They won’t yell  or argue when asked to do something they consider far beyond their duties - they’ll simply refuse. 

They might simply not want or value the same things as their type A friends/partners & not find it as important that this or that is done - sometimes with the result that the other person feels obliged to do it & ends up comlaining about having to do all the work when the Leisurely person never asked or expected them to.

Work

To a Leisurely person, work and moneymaking are generally a means, not the end. They’re the sort to look at their employment as “just a job” rather than a career or vocation. 

Because they generally work not for fame or sucess, but simply to pay bills, get a pension, finance their pursuit of pleasure and maybe have fun, they generally won’t take work home, don’t worry about it after hours, won’t do work that they see as outside their responsibility & won’t do more than what is asked of them to please the boss or feel better about themselves - they feel just fine. 

They can be good, cooperative workers & are quite capable of fulfilling the requirements and taking pride in what they do, but they don’t find the meaning of their life in their work and won’t let themselves be pushed around by someone who does - However, they might not necessarily see how their apparent lack of ambition might account for receiving less approval, encouragement or reward that their coworkers who do go the extra mile and may resent another person’s success as unjustified.

That said, individuals with a mixed pattern containing traits like Conscientious or Self-Conscious do manage to find pleasure somewhere in the workplace - some may be able to mix pleasure and business, which is probably the easiest to accomplish in creative work - others may enjoy some aspects of their work and procrastinate on others, or find something incidental to their work that they actually enjoy (such as the office sports team) - they can do very good work and stand a lot of tedium but the job is rarely going to be the central focus of their lives. They work slowly & comfortably and won’t rush to beat the clock, or to make an unreasonable deadline.

This may annoy the occasional supervisor or boss because people in authority generally expect their employees and subordinates to share their values & dedication to the project even though they ‘ll be getting a smaller share of the rewards, but the Leisurely person may reply that they’re not paid to photocopy bills or work past five, in short, that whatever extra stuff is being demanded is “not their job”, and they will certainly resist being exploited - 

Leisurely types are at least mildly suspicious of authority in the workplace - they expect that the boss will want more than they are willing to give - which often proves true, especially when the job has no precise description, or when the boss is highly Conscientious, Self-Confident, Agressive or Serious. Leisurely individuals attempt to fulfill their obligations, but might feel ill-used if their supervisors or colleagues do not accept this as sufficient - if the boss asks them to do more or to work faster, they might begin to feel that they are being treated unfairly - in general, Leisurely individuals are very aware of their rights. Fair is fair, and anything else is exploitation - as such, they won’t hesitate to make use of such rights (like take off all the days they’re allowed to) and, for that, may be

While the promise of extra pay is usually not enough to tempt them to stay longer, being compensated with extra free time later on might actually do the trick - and if a Leisurely person happens to be self-employed, they’ll have much the same attitude toward authority and won’t let their clients make unreasonable demands of them. 

Emotions

In terms of emotional dynamics, Leisurely individuals often fall into the phlegmatic temperament (or possibly SanPhleg if extroverted), or, as Oldham puts it, reminiscent of Lizards basking in the sun: They’re placid, patient, slow-moving, mellow and not likely to get upset. 

Even when they’re angry, (usually because of real or perceived unfairness) they tend to be indirect about it and avoid head-on confrontation - instead they’ll sulk, assign blame elsewhere, act grouchy & sullen and half-heartedly neglect the tasks others want them to do, or act all scattered & procrastinatey until... ooops! The deadline has passed, basically doing a bad job so that they won’t be asked to do it again. 

Self-Control

 As a side effect of the above orientation toward chill, they tend to avoid things that might disrupt their “flow” - which might lead them to put off onerous tasks such as word deadlines, taxes, bill paying, christmas shopping etc. to the last minute. 

Apart from that though, their self-control is actually fairly good (just used for their piorities) - a halfway healthy individual is not driven to excesses, though many little indulgences can backfire by adding up, leading one to damage their health out of sheer habit from too much sugar, booze etc. 

Worldview

To people in which this style is predominant, the world is a fairly straightforward place, if populated with a lot of folks who claim authority over others and would have you working all the time on unimportant tasks - Leisurely individuals have a built-in immunity to these claims because they can see that work is only a part of what there is in life. 

They protect their identities by keeping a low profile, fulfilling only those obligations to the system that they must, wishing for a stroke of good luck (to which they feel as entitled as the next guy) and then concentrating on what they really want to do with their time, or, as they call it, the real life. 

Life Choices

Leadership

Predominantly Leisurely types are rarely found above mid-management, because they’re not that ambitious in their careers - they don’t want to devote themselves to getting ahead, don’t care about working hard enough to make tons of money and are very reluctant to make the kinds of sacrifices on their personal time that the fast track demands. 

Since Leisurely individuals often work for the same company, agency or military branch, they may rise to mid-management levels over the years - as managers, they expect of their subordinates what they expect of themselves: A day’s work for a day’s pay. They don’t push anybody too hard, but they do expect their staffs to follow the rules and not make life difficult for them. They’re not particularly creative or motivating managers, but in the beaurocracies that they find themselves in, they fit right in & allow the wheels to keep turning without rocking the boat. 

Job Recomendations

If this is your primary style (and you were unlucky enough not to be born rich), im for a good ‘ol 9-to-5 job in which you know exactly what is expected of you - Since people of your style like their challenges primarily outside the workplace, look for a secure job that offers good pensions & benefits (teacher, city hall clerk, civil service, union shops etc.) and avoid jbs where a lot of initiaive is required (eg. lawyer)

Be aware, however, that those more interested & invested in the job may receive more encouragement and rewards. While you might see self-employment as a way to ensure that you have sufficient time to yourself flexible working conditions, it might be a bit of a trap if you can’t muster the necessary self-discipline or switch from work to play - You might have better chances if you have traits of a more ‘disciplined’ style,  but it can also be hard to reconcile those two sides of yourself, as such traits can be in conflict inside a single individual as much as in society at large - A solution might be to become a consultant or freelancer, to combine pleasure & work by finding a job you enjoy (eg. creative work), or, you can try to focus on archievement while you’re young & kick back later once you’ve secured a foundation of cash and ressources. 

Stress Sources

Perhaps as a result of maing their lives very comfortable, they’re rarely ever tense & generally don’t end up with stress or anxiety related problems - they tend to be emotionally even, but with one important exception: When they’re pushed to do more than they think is fair, or when someone pressures them to change their priorities - such situations would represent the primary souces of stress for a Leisurely individual. 

In response they feel drawn to do things the other person’s way, but then react by resisting in a more demonstrative way, which can go from guiltily going along with it for a while to lowkey hostile, complainy passive-agressive behavior. If others keep insisting, the Leisurely person will indignantly justify their behavior and even try to rally others to their side. 

If left alone to do their thing, it doesn’t take much for them to find emotional comfort - they don’t really need any great things to be satisfied, just a little bit of chill time - ultimately this is a slow, easy, pleasure-seeking style. Hapiness can come just from sitting in front of the TV with a bag of chips - but if their relationships with mates and supervisors are constantly strained by arguments, sourness may become their primary attitude. 

Parenting

Generally speaking, Leisurely parents make for responsible breadwinners who are concerned with their children’s basic needs - their family life is an important source of pleasure for them and generally very important - they have a gift for enjoying themselves and can share in their children’s lives more memorably when they are all having a plain old wonderful time. 

However, there can be a tendency t believe that what is best for them is also generally best for their children & they do not generally go out of their way to adapt to their children’s needs and wants if those are different from their own - they can be sort of old-fashioned. That said, they are usually not inflexible and will bend if someone can get through to them that they must.

In the maladaptive extremes, though, such a parent may refuse to comprehend that their children may have different needs than the one they assume and end up being remebered as a stubborn & selfish person more comcerned with their own comfort than the child’s welfare.

Romantic Compatibility

Strongly Leisurely people need mates who are accepting, understanding and giving nd are content to orbit around them - they won’t put the needs of the relationship first and will only go so far to please others, except when it comes to brief acts of contrition - that said, they do value their relationships, like being cared for and all will be well if their partners don’t mind the responsibility of keeping the relationship together and doing a little more of the chores. Then, they will prove to be responsive, appreciative, loyal and loving mates.

(A/N:  Alternatively, try someone who gives just as little fucks about excessive neatfreakery as you do - worked just fine for me on 2 separate occasions. Or, have some arrangement along the lines of “the living room stays clear but my desk my rules”. I personally prefer not to burden or embarass another person with my dirty dishes - can we agree that neither partner should have to twist themselves into a pretzel?)

A strong degree of either the Devoted or Self-Sacrificing style might be conductive to a harmonic match as those will usually be able to tolerate the Leisurely person’s fundamental self-interest while providing a warm & caring quality

Those with with pronounced Conscientious traits should look elsewhere though - Chances are they’ll have a hard time understanding or accepting each other’s approach to life. While they might get together due to the Leisurely type’s appreciation for the Conscientious ability to take care of things, this pairing very often turns very sour in the long run -  Neither style is good at compromizing and both wants stuff done their way.

For similar reasons, the Self-Confident style is probably out - their “high standards”/”ongoing archievements” approach tends to clash with the Leisurely style’s “work until content & then chill” MO, and the Self-Confident partner will tend to expect concessions that Leisurely types are unwilling to give

They often feel comfortable with Vigilant types as they both mistrust authority - the Vigilant person will typically be responsible and make fallback plans in case the Leisurely person mucks it up.

Two Leisurely people will generally respect & understand each others’ rights, but as they like to be taken care of it might help if one of them had a tad of Devoted or Self-Sacrificing style in them - also, someone needs to step forward & take charge when less desirable things need doing so it would depend on the exact “trait coctail” of the people involved. 

Serious mates may provide a sense of resigned responsibility that can keep the relationship together - even if the Serious partner feels put upon, they don’t necessarily expect life to be all fun & games. They will likely support a highly Leisurely person’s belief that those who have it better ust got lucky, as well as their passive wishfulness and sourish attitude - they might not necessarily be able to share in the Leisurely person’t pleasures, but they certainly won’t keep them from pursuing them. 

They will generally not be comfortable with emotionally demanding styles such as Dramatic or Mercurial

Relationships with Sensitive types might well work, but the Leisurely type should take care to be there for the Sensitive when they need suppor with personal challenges

Like the Leisurely style, the Adventurous style is pleasure seeking, but they tend to break the rules rather than stay within them & play ball, so forget this match

Specific Issues

The Leisurely Style vs. Housework

Since their free time is their main source of joy in their lives, Leisurely people need a lot of time to themselves - Even if they’re the local homemakers. In that case the house will be presentable enough, the meals good if not elaborate (unless cooking is one of their hobbies), but nothing will be particularly well kept, prepared or organized.

Taking care of a home & family is one of the more demanding jobs out there so it may be a good thing if the Leisurely individual knows how to set their limits, but they may run into problems if their mate doesn’t think of housework as “real” work & sees their need to have a break from it and entertain themselves as self-indulgent. 

On the other hand, if the Leisurely mate is the one who works outside the home, they may mistakenly assume that their at-home partner didn’t have much to do all day & not be inclined to pitch in after they “did their due” on a long day of work (it’s easy to see how being raised with certain cultural expectation of what one’s “share” of the work constitutes can be unhelpful here ^^°)

In general, they treasure their non-work hours too much to give up too much of them for chores, especially if there’s other family members whom they feel could and/or should take care of it. 

Success isn’t Everything

Leisurely-style people can be found in virtually all manner of careers, including, say, Chemistry professors, but rarely on top of any, which is fine by them - Since their overall comfort in life comes from how they enjoy themselves away from work, they rarely devote the time or  push that hard.

A pitfall of the Leisurely type may be that some for whom the trait is very pronounced may drift off course or lose direction in their life, but this needn’t happen - generally they can and do make good lifes for themselves (according to their own priorities) even if others may say that they haven’t done as well as they “should” have. For example, they might pass up a prestigious job for one that is secure and easy-going & be happy with their life as it is, doing the things they do, and will prefer doing activities they actually like (be it at work or at home) rather than squeezing the maximum potential out of everything. 

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Music Review: Taylor Swift - Reputation

Taylor Swift Reputation [Big Machine; 2017] Rating: 3/5 “Here’s something I’ve learned about people.” 1 We talk like there’s only one thing. We assume the inevitability of the world the way it is. We maintain that we are singulars existing linearly in line with a reality that is already dictated, long ago and unchangeably so. Things that have been remain forever as are echos of were; the bottom line is the bottom. Things are their reputations, more or less all over again and always: “Hold onto the memories/ They will hold onto you.” It sucks sometimes, this reliance on reputation. It helps sometimes, like when you have to drag legs out of bed to get on the road to get on the clock, to get goods and achieve and survive. Some confidence in an unmoving reality is a comfort. It helps, it hurts. We wind up wrenching dissatisfaction back into reassurance. I am my me, and this oh-well world is the way things are. I don’t feel good, but maybe just enough can really actually be enough. Except if you slip once or squint a little, there’s room to glitch and wiggle. Can you see you look two ways? Can you break2 your reputation’s reflection? There’s a lot more to you than there is to you. “We think we know someone, but the truth is that we only know the version of them they have chosen to show us.” We think we know the world, but we just know the version everyone’s told us is. If we could peel back some of the inevitables, we might get something better than just enough. Are you ready for it? “…Ready For It?” is track one on Taylor Swift’s sixth studio release, Reputation. It’s a scattered and fried slab of poached sounds: some trap drums that thrum, some liberally-dropped bass gristles. Taylor Swift waxes puns (“We’ll move to an island/ And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor”) and lobs lust at the object of her attentions, “Younger than my exes, but he act like such a man, so.” The Joseph Kahn-helmed video, an unpinnable and unwinnable sci-fi slop, pits black-hooded maybe-replicant Taylor Swift against captive probably-real/sometimes-on-a-horse Taylor Swift. “…Ready For It?” is impossibly stupid, a wheeling stab at a pop snarl that’s mostly burnt marshmallows. Sometimes I’m really bored by it. Sometimes I feel like dancing. There are plenty of reasons to not listen to Reputation. It’s an assertion of privileged desires (the dreary and overstuffed “King Of My Heart”) and a defense of bad choices (“I Did Something Bad,” flatulating baroque dubstep) made by Taylor Swift, who doesn’t exist, not like we do in our days and jobs and loves and dog walks. Taylor Swift Co. broke after Kanye West Inc. won, and neither of those things are real people and there’s nothing to win or lose except time and patience and maybe hope in pop music. Reputation is the boring screaming gesture on behalf of a marketing fleet, an advertisement reaching out expecting your righteous empathy. Except if Taylor Swift could be a person (she is, somewhere), she could break a little; Reputation is what those shards might sound like, little slivers swept up and chipping into each other. Reputation applied to pop’s mythological (and imaginary) narrative is part marketing strategy and part public fanfic: Britney Spears, an American Dream rotted in incubus; Beyoncé Knowles-Carter, goddess fixture birthing futures; Mariah Carey, the renewed every new year train wreck. It’s nearly always our divas who we wall up and scrutinize. And that’s on us, a failure we’re still trying to right. Even in the phantasm field of pop music (supposedly dreams, supposedly forever), we’re all too content to script and restrict the narrative. “The point being, despite our need to simplify and generalize absolutely everyone and everything in this life, humans are intrinsically impossible to simplify.” The point being, there’s a next you for you to be, if you want it. Over the sirens and clomps of her broken Reputation, Taylor Swift sings, “This is why we can’t have nice things darling/ Because you break them, I had to take them away.” It’s the sound of an anxious and confident artist striving and trying to, like on her soundest victories, connect. But where past Taylor Swifts have sheened in cohesion, Reputation is all jagged edge. It’s not edgy, to be sure: the shapes of these songs (admirably co-fashioned by Jack Antonoff and Max Martin and Shellback) welcome accessibility and the abundant, and occasionally redundant hooks are like a shark’s dermal scales, interlocked rows of teeth that sink and hit in waves. You’ll all chomp the shouted chorus of “This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things” when you’re waiting for that Black Friday night table at the hometown Denny’s; “Getaway Car” has at least five spots you’ll hum when you’re shopping for a partner’s bathrobe or a cat’s favorite holiday-shaped crunchies. You’ll be in Target. Like listening to Reputation, you’ll feel engaged and a little let down. But you might dance, too. That first single “Look What You Made Me Do” has a no-chorus that’s pretty dynamite. I swore there was nothing there until it wouldn’t go away. Taylor Swift’s care for craft remains, even if some of the flourishes are frantic. The good pop stuff (the kind that isn’t there until it won’t go away) looks like , a less-than/greater-than ballet: the artist has a single detail that gets blown up into a universal that resounds everywhere, only to re-narrow down to another individual. And for all the exhausting and eye-rolling album-roll out, the goddamn trucks, the perilously (and nearly damningly) apolitical hedging, Reputation is a testament to pop’s plastic doubling time. Taylor Swift broke some. Instead of Miley’s apologetic retreat into self-reducing nostalgia mode or Katy Perry’s cover band fart stab at #midtempo #weird, Taylor Swift and every single one of her problems doubles down on an exploratory pop mode, winked at on Red, exploded into on 1989. Taylor Swift broke some and didn’t apologize for breaking the reality we set for her. “Look what you just made me do.” And that pronoun might as well be about us. It’s Kanye and Kim, for sure and stupidly. But at its highest points, Reputation lobs pop responsibility back at the only party that matters: us. “All eyes on you, my magician/ All eyes on us/ You make everyone disappear, and/ Cut me into pieces.” Without a public willing to eviscerate and fandomize and tweet for, reputations vanish. “So it goes/ I’m yours to keep/ and I’m yours to lose.” Taylor Swift is willing to endure the idolatry and the idiocy; she’ll kill her one self dead in order to be the next new one in conversation with us (already immortal, never not cringe-worthy but also the most I’ve laughed in a pop song this year): “I’m sorry, the old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Oh. Because she’s dead.” She’ll point us in a new direction, one different from how things look now. Like anything intrepid, it might be way off course of where we thought we were headed. But pop’s premise is plasticity, a precedent set when The Beatles and Stevie Wonder and Kate Bush promised with each next thing that the next next thing would be different and changed in some way. It would react to the world, but not without a vision to change it: “So call it what you want yeah, call it what you want to” It’s still icky. It’s important not to forget the icky stuff. Corporatizing forces will see how we like to dance and change and move forward, and they’ll sniff a buck. Part rumination on engaging with the pop icon and part deep end even after eating the meal, Reputation keeps the ball in the air, argues for moving forward, even if it’s herky jerky. It’s infuriating, how coached some of these flows are. It’s baffling how “End Game” spots guest verses from Future (!) and Ed Sheeran (!!) and manages to be a song fit snug in the part of our brains that makes us sway in the face of a world’s despairing. It’s joyous to barely see the invisible pulleys pulling my heart in on the hemi-clap of “Getaway Car;” those same pulleys almost undo the singer’s beating heart on “New Year’s Day.” Reputation is a bad idea, but it’s still an idea, the voice of a stranger I’d (want to) recognize anywhere. Reputation, almost utopia and frustrated icon splaying every direction, wishes the world in the new year will be a better place. Reputation has the ill-founded gall to actually envision what that world might look and sound like, even if it’s not this. 1. Bold text in this review is taken from Taylor Swift’s introduction to the Reputation, CD + Target Exclusive Magazine Vol. 2. (I bought this at the same Target where I bought my CD copy of Yeezus.) 2. Susan Sontag: “Photographed images do not seem to be statements about the world so much as pieces of it, miniatures of reality that anyone can make or acquire.” Reputation does not seem to be a statement about the world so much as pieces of it, refractions that shine some of our part in the pop story back on the artifact.” http://j.mp/2jMSMTN