but i wanted to make something for vs appreciation week leave me alone

My Father Was Like You

Request: “Omg thanks can you do one where Teddy meets a loner Gryffindor girl that disappears every now and then and then find out that she’s a werewolf and like he feels that it’s some kind of “sign” from his father. Pretty pretty please, I so love your writing 💕”

Pairing: Edward “Teddy” Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 1848

Warnings: None

A/n: I literally know -67826% about this character so I hope I portrayed him alright :) thank god 4 the harry potter wiki


“Why do I do this to myself.” Teddy spoke to himself, running up the Grand staircase. His hair transformed into a darker shade of blue as he puffed up the stairs, taking two at a time. He was head boy, but that didn’t mean he didn’t accidentally sleep in once in a while. As he whizzed through the corridor he had almost made it to his Potions class, only to stop abruptly at the door. He was still, trying to pick up the hurried voices that were echoing through the empty hallways. He followed them, knowing he was getting nearer, as the voices went from a hushed echo to a loud whisper. He recognised the Headmistresses’ voice, but the other was unfamiliar. He had his back against the wall, not daring to peer down the hallway, in case he would get caught.

“We will take care of you, no need to worry.”

“But Professor, what if I hurt someone? I don’t want to put anyone at risk.”

“My girl, we have a hefty supply of Wolfsbane potion, and I will watch over you in my office, with the door locked and guarded.”

Teddy had to prevent himself from audibly gasping with shock. Wolfsbane potion? But that was only used by…

“You must prepare for the full moon this coming week. Don’t miss a day, make sure of it. It’s your responsibility to take a potion every day of the week.” Headmistress McGonagall instructed.

His suspicions were proved true by that final sentence, and he pulled himself away from the scene after it was revealed. He had heard stories about how his father attended Hogwarts, being aided by Dumbledore during full moons. And now there was another werewolf student that was being hidden.

A student at Hogwarts was infected with Lycanthropy.

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Nose Knows

Aka how that one scene from the new comic went down and no one can tell me otherwise XD

I wrote this real fast and all in one shot, any mistakes are my own

AO3 link


“Hey, Hunk?” Shiro rapped his knuckles on the doorframe to the main pod hangar.

“I’m under here,” Hunk’s voice drifted over from where he was half-buried in an open ship, muffled like he was holding a tool in his mouth. Knowing Hunk, he probably was. “What’s up Shiro?”

“So uh… earlier, when you were bragging about your sense of smell.” Shiro rubbed at the back of his neck, awkward. “How, uh, how serious were you being?”

That got Hunk’s attention. He slid out of the pod, wiping greasy hands on a rag as he got to his feet to fix Shiro with an appraising look. Shiro wilted slightly.

“Are you insinuating that I was lying? Or that I was exaggerating? I thought you of all people would know by now that I don’t ‘brag’ Shiro.”

Shiro grimaced, chastised, but then his grimace turned into a slow grin, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Oh yeah? Need I remind you of the Rolo and Nyma incident?”

Now it was Hunk’s turn to wilt.

“Okay, so, maybe I do brag a bit. But not about my abilities. If I say I can do something I can do it.”

“That’s good. Great even. Exactly what I wanted to hear.”

Hunk narrowed his eyes.

“Shiro, what did you do.”

“Oh I mean, uh, it’s silly really, and anyway it wasn’t just me, the others jumped on it too so. But you don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want.”

What did you do.

Shiro started, and looked anywhere but at Hunk.

“I—we… kindamadeabetwiththeAlteansthatyoucouldmakeitthroughtheinvisiblemazeonsmellalone.”

“I didn’t catch a word you said.”

“I said,” Shiro repeated, finally making eye contact, “that we kind of bet the Alteans you’d be able to navigate the invisible maze on smell alone. Like if there was some dish or something in the center of the maze you’d be able to get to it without someone guiding you through.”

Hunk raised an eyebrow.

“I said it was silly! You don’t have to go through with it, of course. It’s just. After you left to work on the pods Pidge started musing about how good your nose really is, wondering if you’d be able to identify this or that with a blindfold on, or find something hidden in someone’s room. And then Coran said that was easy, anyone could do that. And then Lance—you know how he is about challenges—said he bet you could get through the invisible maze without help on smell alone. And then Allura said that’s impossible, and Coran said the only people who have made it through the maze alone are ones who have done it for years and years and memorized all the patterns. And he went off on a tangent about how when he was young he memorized the maze and made it through in 40 ticks, which is a record that has never been beat to date. And that was it, you know? Official challenge. Keith said he bet you could equal that, and then I, uh, kinda made it worse by saying I bet you could not only equal, but outright beat Coran’s record.”

Shiro trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck again. “Wow, when you put it like that it’s a pretty dick move isn’t it. Us making a bet about you when you aren’t even there to have a say in it.”

Hunk blinked, dazed after that barrage of explanation. Shiro winced, and began turning away, waving a hand in dismissal.

“Ah forget I said anything. It doesn’t matter, we got carried away. I’m sorry.”

“Wait! Wait wait wait wait.” Hunk grabbed at Shiro’s arm, preventing him from leaving. “You didn’t even let me say anything. So if I understand correctly all I need to do is make it through the maze in under 40 ticks?”

Shiro nodded.

“And what are the stakes?”

“If you win we get a one day vacation once this whole mess with Zarkon tracking us is sorted out. Anywhere we want to go, with no training or simulations or anything like that for a whole day.”

“I like the sound of that. And if we lose?”

“Allura gets to take over our training for a week.”

Hunk paled. “A week?! Isn’t that a little unfair, one day vs one week?”

“You try talking her down, see how that goes for you,” Shiro shrugged. “It was either that or increase the number of training sessions we have in a day. Permanently.”

“Someone needs to explain to Allura how bets work,” Hunk said weakly.

“Let me know how that works out.”

Shiro put a hand on Hunk’s shoulder. “You’re under no obligation to do this, Hunk. Especially since it’s something we went and did without you.”

“Shiro. I appreciate it, but you know how Lance gets about challenges? I’m ten times worse. I’m in.”

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Slytherin!Minghao x Gryffindor!Reader
  • You, my lovely accomplished reader, are the Captain & Keeper for the Gryffindor quidditch team.
  • Words cannot describe how ecstatic you are to be a part of the team and represent your house, it’s an honor.
  • So when you’re walking down the hall and hear some guy mutter under their breath “come on, what’s so good about the Gryffindor team? When was the last time they won?”, you freeze in place momentarily.
  • You come back to your senses, turn around and stomp up to this kid, yelling loud enough for everyone to hear: “Even though Gryffindor hasn’t won in recent years, you can bet your magic that I’ll make sure we win this year!”, all while staring down the person who made the snide comment.
  • It wasn’t until you walked away and your rage fizzled down that you took a moment to appreciate that that guy was really cute.
  • But that didn’t matter, if that person has the audacity to make rude remarks about your quidditch team, it doesn’t matter how cute he is He can kindly fuck off.
  • Later that night you’re relaxing in the Gryffindor commons room, when you overhear some people talking about you.
  • “And when Minghao was talking shit about the Gryffindor team, Y/N roasted him in front of everyone and then stormed off”
  • “I don’t know whether to be proud or embarrassed”
  • “As long as they actually keep their promise to win, then shouldn’t we be proud?”
  • You backtrack in your mind to your outburst in the hall earlier and realize: “I told off Minghao, the best Beater that Slytherin has had in the past 100 years. He’s gonna freaking kill me in the Gryffindor vs Slytherin match next week”
  • Your relaxing is cut short and you understandably go crawl in bed, beginning to panic.
  • But you pull yourself together, thinking “okay, it’s fine, we’re just going to train even harder, and not back down from this challenge”
  • When you see him in the hall and in your classes, you become more aware of Minghao and begin to notice him more and more.
  • You can’t help but wonder if he’s mad at you for calling him out like that, or if he even remembers what you said to him (oh trust me, he did, but you don’t know that).
  • The two of you didn’t have a rivalry before, but you definitely do now.
  • You sit at the table directly behind his in Potions, and almost every time you have class, he’ll turn around, glance at you, turn back to the front, and then whisper in a different language to his friend Jun, who sits right next to him.
  • You’re like “does all this boy know how to do is talk shit about people?? G o s h”
  • And it seems like if you ever see him in the hallway, he stares you down the whole time.
  • Basically, you’re 97% sure he hates your guts.
  • To help follow through with your promise to beat Slytherin, you call for extra practices every day leading up to the match.
  • At first your teammates were like “dear god why”, but you gave them a good pep talk, and got everyone motivated to go all out for this match.
  • The Slytherin team apparently had the same idea though, causing your two teams to have to share the practice field.
  • The first day this happened though, you were running drills with your team, when out of the corner of your eye, you see a mob of green creeping towards you, and you’re just like “gosh darn it, Slytherin please leave me alone”
  • Their captain, a Chaser named Jun, and Minghao’s best friend (the one who he keeps talking to about you), approaches you and says “Hey, I think we both booked the field, do you mind if we just split it in half? I promise we will try our best not to bother your team”
  • And you’re like, “…Yeah… I mean that sounds great with me. Good luck with your training”
  • Because this Slytherin boy?? Who has been listening to Minghao talk shit about you every Potion’s class is being nice to you?? What kind of witchcraft is this.
  • But you’re like “I’m gonna try not to hold a grudge against Slytherin, we have the same goal- to win the match”
  • This one Slytherin kid keeps coming up to your team members when they’re resting and is talking to them.
  • Jun doesn’t seem to notice this at all though, so you walk up to the kid about the third time it happens and are like “do you need something?”
  • And this kid says “Hi! I’m Chan! I just wanted to wish your team good luck our upcoming match, but Jun told me not to go fly over to your side of the field. So I figured I’d wish you guys good luck when you’re taking a break”
  • In your head you’re like “this boy. He’s so p u r e. Someone protect him”
  • Out loud you’re like “Oh, well thank you! And good luck to you, too!”
  • He grins and begins to walk back to his team, when he turns around and shouts to you, “Oh, Y/N! Minghao says ‘Hi’!”, and then walks away.
  • Meanwhile you’re like 1.) I did not tell this sweet child my name. Is Minghao talking shit about me to his whole team???, and 2.) IF WE’RE RIVALS, WHAT THE HECK IS “HI” SUPPOSED TO MEAN
  • So you talk to your teammates who are currently sitting down and resting and are like “hey what did that kid say to you??”
  • They’re answer and say “He wished us good luck. And asked us if you were seeing anyone”
  • You’ve been so competitive and focused on this match that someone taking a romantic interest in you just does not compute in your head at all.
  • You brush it off as the Slytherin team trying to play some mind games and get to you, and ignore it completely.
  • So for the next handful of days before the match, your teams both practice on your respective sides of the field.
  • And every day Chan walks over and asks your benched teammates random questions about you, like what kind of flowers you like, your favorite color, if you have a crush on anyone, etc.
  • But he’s so sweet and cheerful that you never tell him to stop or to go back to his own team, you just let him keep asking.
  • But you’re like “hey team, don’t answer his questions, I don’t know what he’s up to”
  • And your team is like “yes captain”, and then as soon as you leave to go coach some of the Chasers, they’re like “CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT SOMEONE LIKES THE CAPTAIN???”, “which one of the Slytherin members is it?”, and “gosh I hope it’s not Jun, he’s s o o o dreamy!” my lowkey Jun stan is showing
  • Finally, the day of the match arrives and you’re like “let’s get this over with so I never have to even think about Minghao, and his stupid pretty face… or the Slytherin team ever again”
  • The score generally favors Slytherin, as it normally does. But that’s alright with you, because your team’s strategy is to get that snitch, and get it fast.
  • The score is 178 to 37, Slytherin in the lead, when you finally see it. The seekers for both teams see it, too. The Golden Snitch. If Slytherin gets one more goal (they’re worth ten points), it doesn’t matter who gets the snitch, Slytherin would still win, 188 to 187.
  • So when you see a quaffle coming for your goal, seemingly just out of your reach, you make a risky, split second decision.
  • You step onto the wooden part of your broom, watching the quaffle and it’s increasing proximity to your goal. While you’re in the zone, completely focused on your next move, the Slytherin team has caught on to what you’re doing, and it seems like all of them stop. To your delight, your Gryffindor seeker keeps chasing the snitch, even though Chan (the Slytherin Seeker) stops to see if you’ll actually do it.
  • You hear a “Y/N, DON’T!” and see some Slytherin player rushing towards you, but it’s too late. You’ve made up your mind.
  • As soon as that quaffle comes speeding towards the goal, you leap as far as you can, and wrap your body around the quaffle, taking the full impact of it hitting you in the chest, knocking the wind out of you.
  • You plummeting to the ground prevents you from catching your breath, and you faint from not being able to breath. But right before you fade out, you feel an impact, a much softer one this time, and see a blur of emerald green fabric before completely losing consciousness.
  • When you wake up in the infirmary, you have one question on your mind, so when you’re just conscious enough to make out general shapes around you, and one of them looks like a person, you ask the person-shaped blob: “Who won the match?”
  • The blob puts a hand on your shoulder and says “Don’t worry Y/N, you won. You told me you would”
  • You snap out of your semi-conscious haze, and turn your head to see that of all the people who would be next to you, it’s Minghao. G r e a t.
  • You: “Why are you even here”, you snap at him.
  • Minghao: “Who the hell do you think caught you? And why would you do something so dangerous like that? If it wasn’t for me, do you think anyone would’ve been able to get to you before you hit the ground?”
  • You were proud of your victory until he pointed out how reckless you had been. And as you start to feel the dull pain in your chest from the impact, you really begin to question your decision. But hey- it’s not like you could go back and change what you did, so you might as well be happy that you won.
  • Minghao: “Honestly though, do you know how much of a scare you gave me? I don’t think I’ve been that worried in my life”
  • You: “Why would you be worried about me? All you do is talk bad about me”
  • Minghao: “…when have I ever done that”
  • You: “In Potions, like every single class! You’re always looking at me and then talking to Jun in another random language!
  • Minghao: “First off, it’s not some random language, it’s Mandarin, genius. And second, I haven’t been talking shit about you, I’ve been telling Jun everything I love about you, and how I couldn’t get you out of my mind ever since you told me off”
  • In your head, you’re like “y o u  w h a t”. 10/10 that was not what you were expecting.
  • You: “You… fell for me, essentially because I roasted you in the hall??”
  • Minghao: “No one has ever said a damn thing to me if they heard me saying something they disagreed with. I’m not really sure why though. Jun says it’s because I have ‘severe RBF’, whatever that’s supposed to mean, but you not only called me out, you challenged yourself to do better, and I loved that”
  • You: “So is that why that cute kid Chan kept bothering my teammates about what flowers I like and what my favorite color and all that??”
  • Minghao: “…you tell me”
  • He points to a vase on the sidetable next to your infirmary bed, blooming with your favorite flowers, with a ribbon in your favorite color tied in a bow in the curve of the vase.
  • Without even realizing it, you feel immensely relieved. You thought he hated you, and before, you didn’t know why it bothered you so much whether he despised you or not, but now you know it’s because along the way, you developed feelings for him.
  • So in your drugged-up-on-pain-meds state, you go for it.
  • You: “So, once I get healed, would you want to go on a date with me?”
  • He looks at you, wide-eyed, obviously not expecting you to feel the same way he does. Speechless, he nods his head repeatedly, grinning widely.
  • But his smile suddenly drops, and you stop breathing- thinking that he’s changed his mind and you’ve just embarrassed yourself.
  • Minghao: “You do realize that you have two broken ribs, though? We won’t be able to go on a date for a while then… but could come visit you every day?”
  • You let out a relieved sigh and agree.
  • And that’s exactly what Minghao does, he comes and visits you every day until you fully heal- bringing you homework, playing card games with you, and telling you all kinds of crazy stories.
  • Minghao: “And then Jihoon turned Seungcheol’s hair pink”
  • You: “Yeah trust me, I know that. Who do you think was the one who had to figure out how to turn it back?”
  • Your relationship from there on out consists of hyper competitive quidditch matches, and roasting people together as a couple.
  • And you know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

bluberrieowl  asked:

Star telling someone/ or realizing her feelings for Marco??? I never seen a fic like that :0

really? ok. 

The trek back home is much less lively alone, only accompanied with a light breeze that blows through humid April air. There are stars too, of course, and the last creasing of the moon before it disappears into the sky, and Star watches them precariously as she walks.

Because the smile stuck on her face is really starting to hurt, and thinking about the constellations Marco told her all about is better than thinking about, well, Marco.

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fic: Unforgivable

4.3K words, PG-13 rated (for violence and general darkness).

I wanted to explore what would happen if Scorpius was forced to do something awful, like an unforgivable curse, during the time he was pretending to be the Scorpion King. This takes place between his brief conversation with Polly Chapman, and the scene with Draco during HPCC:Pt2. Spoilers under the cut. 

@bounding-heart continues to be a lovely human being and an excellent beta. 

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Dersha Fiction: skylines: the prequel (ch.4)

First of all, I would like to apologize for the wait on this chapter. Writer’s block kicked my butt! Hopefully this makes up for it. Enjoy! Catch up on the series (here).

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters! All characters belong to James LaRosa. (minus Jasmine’s bitch ass)

What happened two nights ago, kept replaying in Ahsha’s mind. Trying to avoid Derek was getting harder every day. They saw each other from a distance, but Ahsha made sure she didn’t spend any extra time in the arena. She went out of her way to not risk running into him in the halls. After practices, she made sure to walk out with a group. That way, she could say hello and keep it moving. It was honestly childish and Ahsha knew she was being ridiculous.

“You seemed a little distracted today in practice. Everything good,” Kyle asked, pulling her shirt over her head. “Didn’t even seemed phased by Jasmine’s bitching today.”

“I’m cool. Just been looking at graduate programs and it’s stressing me out. Gotta find the perfect one, ya know,” Ahsha said, shutting her locker and leaning against the cool metal. “I need that second degree if I want to move up in the dance world after I’m too old to be on the stage.”

“You’ll get it all figured out. At least you have a plan after this is all said and done. I’ll probably go back to the strip club if this doesn’t work out for me. I didn’t even finish college, so there’s that,” Kyle expressed, a hint of sadness in her voice. That sadness quickly disappeared. “Oh well, it’s good money.”

“You’re a mess, you know that,” Ahsha chuckled, throwing her bag over her shoulder. “What you got up for tonight. Want to get some drinks?” She was literally trying everything to get Derek off her brain. Maybe drinking away her horniness was possible and she would forget about the sexy baller.

Kyle’s eyes lit up at the mention of drinks. “Now you know I’m always down for drinks, girl. Let’s go!”

The two friends rushed out of the arena and to a nearby bar. They both ordered cocktails and took a seat at one of the tall tables near the front door. “This place is nice,” Kyle expressed, taking in the modern scenery with touches of plum and ruby. “Never even noticed this place from the street.”

“It’s a hidden gem. I truly needed this,” Ahsha answered, pointing to her drink. Derek was still on her mind and it was obvious. Distraction was literally written all over Ahsha’s face.

“Okay, what’s going on with you? This has nothing to do with school or the Devil Girls, does it,” Kyle questioned, placing her glass back on the table. “Spill it.”

When you had a face that expressed everything, it was impossible to not look bothered. Ahsha sighed and sat back in her seat. At least Kyle had proven to be someone she could trust. If any of the other girls found out, Ahsha would probably be fired immediately. Especially with Jasmine watching her every move.

“Uh oh, that sigh doesn’t sound good.” Leaning forward, Kyle gave Ahsha all her attention.

Taking another deep breath, Ahsha mumbled, “I almost slept with Derek.” The words actually leaving her mouth made it sink in. She was close to letting Derek give her the ‘D’. Waiting on Kyle’s reaction, Ahsha stared down at the table. “We didn’t do much but-“

“Whoa, whoa, back up. You didn’t do much? What exactly did you do then,” Kyle asked, her blue eyes widening as she stared back in shock. The gossip was just too good for her to pass up. The drink could wait.

“I mean…we didn’t actually have sex. He…ugh…he attempted to go down on me,” Ahsha continued, watching Kyle almost fall out of her seat and forward on the table.  “But I stopped him.” ‘

“You stopped him! How on earth did you gather up enough willpower to do that? When the hell did all of this happen,” Kyle gasped, her mouth still hanging open after she was done talking.

“Two nights ago. When we hung out after the Red vs Black game. I don’t even know how it happened. We were talking and then he was between my legs,” the brown beauty admitted, clasping a hand over her face. “I can’t even face the man now.”

“Wow. I can’t believe it,” Kyle responded, shaking her head. “You do realize that you can’t avoid this man forever, right?”

“I know,” Ahsha whined. “I don’t know what to do. He’s not my type but I can’t let him go for some reason. It’s stupid.”

“Maybe he is your type and you’re having a hard time accepting that,” Kyle added, tilting her head. “But you let this man get a taste and you stopped him? Please show me your ways because they’re magical. How do you do that?”

Playing around with her napkin, Ahsha muttered, “Yeah, something else was magical too.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Ahsha. Clearly, you like the man and he likes you back. Why are you torturing yourself like this,” the blonde dancer pressed, seriously attempting to talk sense into her friend. “You need to talk to him. Before this gets extra awkward.”

“Um, it’s already awkward. What am I supposed to say? Oh, thanks for trying to tongue me down the other night, how have you been? I gotta leave him alone. This cannot happen.”

Kyle shook her head. Ahsha was stubborn and would have to figure it out on her own. After a few minutes of silence, Kyle asked, “Was it good?”

Well, of course it was good. The few seconds she allowed the man. “Yeah,” Ahsha snickered as she blushed.

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After the Devil players finished their workout, Derek hurried to the lockerroom. He had a photoshoot and interview with Nike, a new endorsement he had received months ago. His stock as a Devil player was rising, which would be good once he was in a contract year. Building a kingdom was his goal since entering the league, even though he had gotten distracted by the fame, women, and money. He yearned to leave a legacy. The endorsements and building a brand were a good start. Other than his interview, Derek’s mind was on a special lady. After what happened between him and Ahsha a few nights ago, he couldn’t keep her off his mind. They hadn’t talked since then and Derek wasn’t sure if she even wanted to talk. There was something about her that kept him intrigued and he couldn’t figure out what it was. Maybe it was her carefree attitude, her boisterous laugh, the way her eyes twinkled when you complimented her, or the way she rolled her eyes in fake annoyance. In the last few weeks, he had gotten to know a person that was real. Nothing about Ahsha screamed a front. She just remained herself and he appreciated her realness since he hadn’t met anyone like her since being in the league. It was refreshing. But maybe he had moved too fast and scared her off.

“You trying to be late for your interview, bro,” Terrence asked, noticing Derek sitting on the bench in front of his locker.

“Oh! Just in here thinking and lost track of time,” Derek hurried to his feet and opened his locker.

“Thinking about Ahsha, huh,” his friend added with a smirk, earning a side eye. They had conversations about Derek’s favorite Devil Girl, though Derek didn’t tell his best friend what had happened the other night. “Nah,” Derek lied.

“I’m just fucking with you, man,” Terrence added, noticing Derek’s attitude.

“I’m cool. A lot on my mind right now,” Derek replied, stuffing his shoes in the gym bag and shutting his locker.

Terrence paused and turned to face Derek. “Dude, everything alright?” Derek wasn’t normally quiet unless he was sleep or bothered.

Glancing at his watch, Derek plopped back down on the bench. He didn’t even know where to begin or how to explain what he was feeling. Probably because he was feeling a way he had never felt before when it came to a woman. “It’s about Ahsha.”

“Ohhh,” Terrence piped up, leaning against the lockers, giving Derek his full attention. “She’s a good girl, don’t go fucking her over.”

“You act like you know her,” Derek shot back, more irritated with the fact that Terrence was accusing him of treating Ahsha like a groupie.

Before Derek could even accuse Terrence of trying to step in and steal his chance, he explained, “I don’t but it’s not hard to see she’s not like them hoes you’ve messed with. Unlike them, she has her head on straight. So, don’t go fucking her over and make it hard for the next guy.”

“I’m assuming you’re the next guy,” the baller added, saltiness taking over his tone. Having a bad boy reputation was a gift and a curse. Some women were into it, while women like Ahsha were looking for a stand-up guy. A guy that most likely fit Terrence’s description. That was the type of man you took home to your parents.

“That’s not what I meant. You know I’m with Jasmine and plus I wouldn’t do you like that. You know how you can be, D.”  

Hearing Terrence basically let him know he was the stereotypical athlete pissed him off. The truth hurt and Derek honestly didn’t want to hear it right now. He knew what his reputation was and didn’t need to be reminded constantly. “Exactly how can I be, T?”

It wasn’t Terrence’s goal to insult Derek but he had to let him know. He had to be honest with his teammate. When it came to women, he had a problem and Terrence hated to see a good girl getting caught up in the mess. Ahsha was new to the professional sports world and girls like her often got hurt by guys like Derek. It happened every season and then led to tons of drama.

“I’m just saying. You can’t lead her on and then drop her when you get bored,” Terrence warned. “Don’t you get tired of the games? I don’t know ol’ girl like that but seriously…”

“I get it and I’m being careful,” Derek replied, finally grabbing his bag, and standing to his feet. “Thanks for the advice, Mr. Love Doctor,” the baller threw in as he left the Devils locker room. Though it was the advice he didn’t want to hear, deep down he knew Terrence had a point.

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Calendar Shoot-Devil Players and Devil Girls

As usual, the Devils calendar shoot was one of the most anticipated events of the year. A few seasons ago, they began implementing the Devils’ players which sold more calendars. The marketing team knew they had created something magical and the tradition continue. Locations changed every year and this time they were shooting at a mansion. Little did Ahsha know, this mansion belonged to the very guy she was trying to avoid.

As the dancers filed into the front door of the gorgeous home, Jasmine gave them instructions. “Ahsha…you’re February. You’ll be working with Derek.” Ahsha’s eyes widened at the news. First of all, February was always Jasmine’s month and secondly, why did she have to work with Derek? Of all the players on the roster, she had to work with the one who was just between her thighs days ago?

“February is your month, though,” Ahsha frowned.

Jasmine’s lips curved into a grin. “I decided to switch it up this year. Plus, me and Terrence want to do December, anyway. I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun.” With that, the hazel eyed dancer winked and moved on to the next girl. Did Jasmine know what had happened between she and Derek? Was he seriously one of those guys that couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut and had to kiss and tell?

Ahsha hurried up the spiral staircase and to the first room to her right. Rehearsing the possible conversation she would have with Derek in her head, Ahsha changed into her assigned bikini. The fabric seemed to barely cover her bottom. Great.

“Bow chica wow wow,” a familiar southern drawl rang out. Kyle quickly shut the door behind her and retreated to another corner of the room. “Heard you were shooting with Derek.” Kyle couldn’t even hide her smirk when she mentioned Ahsha’s favorite player.

“My lucky day,” came Ahsha’s sarcastic reply as she adjusted the straps on her swimsuit. “Who are you shooting with?”

“Gerald,” Kyle huffed. “Don’t know why they put me with him when he can barely grip a fucking basketball. What’s he gonna do with all this?”

“You know, I really can’t stand you, Kyle,” Ahsha laughed, shaking her head. “Please don’t make that man, nervous. Were the makeup and hair people downstairs already?”

“Yep, they are. Along with your man.”

Acting like she didn’t hear Kyle’s smart remark, Ahsha wrapped a robe around her shoulders and made the trip downstairs. Hair and makeup was set up in the living area and there were already a few Devil Girls getting dolled up for the shoot. Ahsha settled for a chair near the staircase when she saw Derek standing with a few of the Devil’s players in the kitchen.

Terrence and Jasmine were in the kitchen going back and forth about the month they were shooting. “I’m not wearing that stupid Santa hate, J. We always shoot February. What’s different this year?”

“It was time for a change. Don’t you think, baby? I know February is a special month for us but I wanted something different. Plus, I wanted to give someone else a chance to do the month of love,” Jasmine answered sweetly, in an attempt to butter Terrence up. February was their anniversary month which made the shoot special for them.

“You gave February to a rookie. Come on now, you can’t think I’m that stupid,” Terrence shot back. Jasmine had jealously issues and he knew that up front. No one on the team could outshine her and she used her manipulative ways to run off anyone that threatened her shine. People asked him what he saw in a girl with so much attitude but no one would ever understand.  

Her eyes widened. “I’m giving her a chance to shine. What’s wrong with that?”

“You giving another girl a chance,” Terrence’s cocked a brow. “It’s obvious you can’t stand her and you’re setting her up. Can you put the bullshit aside for once?”

“And you’re taking up for the bitch,” Jasmine spat, her eyes narrowing into slits.

The couple continued arguing as Derek slid past them and made his way over to Ahsha’s station. If they would be shooting together, then the ice needed to be broken. “Morning Davenport,” Derek hummed, catching Ahsha’s eye in the mirror.

“Good morning,” she replied, the awkward tension building between them instantly. “Looks like I’m shooting with you?”

“Your lucky day,” Derek flirted, trying to ease the tension. The makeup artist huffed, letting Derek know that he was standing in her way. “I’ll be waiting for you out back. Just go through the kitchen and then you’ll see the double doors.”

“Oh, look at you knowing your way around this huge ass house,” the dancer threw in with a chuckle.

“Well I think living here probably helps me out a bit. See you out back,” he winked, patting Ahsha on the shoulder before leaving her alone. Ahsha blushing like a school-aged girl caused the makeup artist to shake her head.

…………….

The February Shoot

The California sun beat down on Ahsha’s skin as she waited for her photoshoot partner. Her nerves were out of control, causing her hands to get clammy. Small talk most definitely wouldn’t cure the awkwardness between them. For the moment, she would have to force herself to stop thinking about the sexy face Derek made when he-

“Damn,” a deep voice interrupted. Ahsha’s head snapped around to find a shirtless Derek Roman leaning against one of the pillars nearby. “Looking good, rook.”

Suddenly, Ahsha felt shy in her small red bikini. Wrapping her arms around her upper body, Ahsha sat in one of the lawn chairs. Their photographer was still setting up the scene with the help of the Devil Girl director.

“You don’t have to be shy around little ol’ me,” Derek replied, joining her on the large chair. When Ahsha only responded with a side eye, Derek took his chance to talk about what had happened between them. “We going to talk about what happened or just act like it didn’t?”

There it was. The first time either one of them had mentioned that night. Ahsha closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “We should talk about it. Looks like it isn’t going away, huh?”

“Alright, we’ll talk later,” he answered, as the photographer approached them. Hopefully, they could focus on the shoot now that they at least agreed to speak about their intimate moment.

“You two ready? Think we’re all set up,” the photographer asked with excitement. This was his biggest paying gig every year. Of course, he would be all smiles. “Don’t be nervous. Relax and let that pretty face do all the work.”

“I’m not nervous,” Ahsha declared, knowing butterflies were literally swimming in her stomach. She had never been in a calendar, let alone posing with a man with the body of a Greek god. The photographer smirked in response. All the rookies were nervous and did a terrible job hiding it. Thankfully, their photographer did a great job of making them all feel comfortable.

Derek helped Ahsha to her feet and led her over towards the pool. Red heart-shaped balloons and rose petals lined the stone walkway.

“Alright you two, be natural and let it flow. Remember this is the love month, so sell it,” the photographer shouted over the music.

Being sexy did not come naturally to Ahsha. Or at least that’s what she believed. Working the camera was not all about being beautiful. Jasmine was standing on the second-floor balcony, staring down at her new teammate. Seeing her nemesis appear awkward in front of the camera made Jasmine giddy. Fans would surely complain about the month of February being a disappointment, especially when it usually belonged to the captain.

“Um, Ahsha could you maybe….hmmm…that pose isn’t working,” the photographer frowned. “Arch your back a bit more. No, that’s too much.” Ahsha was getting beyond frustrated. Between Jasmine being a conniving bitch and her not being able to adjust, she was about to snap. Derek felt Ahsha’s energy and thought it would be a good idea to take a quick break.

“Relax,” Derek urged, gripping Ahsha’s shoulders.

“Wish she would have left me in December,” Ahsha murmured, rubbing her temples. “I’ve never done anything like this before and she sticks me in February? Her month?”

Derek stepped in front of her so they could have a little more privacy. “Don’t worry about that girl. She’s a hater. Doesn’t matter if you’ve never done anything like this before. You got this. You going to let Jasmine’s miserable ass mess up your moment?”

“No but-“

“Look Ahsha, you’re sexy as hell and I’ve seen the way you work the dance floor. Where ever your mind goes when you dance, let it go there now,” he continued, letting his hands fall down Ahsha’s arms.

“It’s not that easy, Derek. You’re not doing this in a little ass bikini,” Ahsha complained, crossing her arms. “If I fuck this up, I will never live it down.”

Derek chuckled. “You won’t fuck anything up. Trust me. Relax, stop overthinking and just…go.”

Pep talks weren’t really his thing, even in the locker room. But he knew that Jasmine was only setting Ahsha up to fail and Derek refused to let that happen. Ahsha didn’t believe she had the sex appeal to nail this shoot, though Derek saw different. The way she worked the dance floor told him she had it in her. Jasmine was looking forward to seeing Ahsha fail and it wasn’t about to happen on his watch.

Still doubting that she could get her shit together, the dancer turned back around to face the photographer. Hopefully Derek’s ‘pep talk’ gave her enough pep to finish the shoot without being as stiff as a log.

“Ready,” the photographer asked, his patience running thin. “I have other girls to shoot.”

Ahsha adjusted the straps on her heels before wrapping her hand around Derek’s forearm. An act so natural that neither one of them seemed to be phased by it. “I’ll follow your lead since you’ve done this before,” Ahsha whispered. They used one of the large stone pillars as a prop. Derek leaned against the cool concrete and pulled Ahsha between his legs. Her small frame fit perfectly with his large one as the dancer relaxed against Derek’s toned chest.

Excited that he had a good shot, the photographer gushed, “Perfect. Now Ahsha, arch your back a little bit and tilt your head to the left. Gotta show off those beautiful physiques.”

Their brown skin glistened under the warm sun. They were looking like a couple straight out of Essence magazine. Ahsha loosened up as the shoot went on, giving the photographer shot after shot. Add on the chemistry with Derek and he was wishing he could sell their entire portfolio to Sports Illustrated.

Jasmine and Terrence were next and were walking out the back door to wait for their turn. Jasmine thought she would be walking into a joke. She had her smirk ready because she knew Ahsha was making a fool of herself. To her surprise, Derek and Ahsha were looking like they had stepped right out of a catalog.

“Uh oh, someone is trying to give you two a run for your money,” the photographer commented, sparking a dangerous flame. That was the last thing that Jasmine needed to hear. This only added fuel to the feud brewing between the two dancers. “I think we got some good shots. You two were great. Nice job, Ahsha!”

By this time, Jasmine was seething. No one could compare to the King and Queen of the Devils. Ahsha was already wearing out her welcome and Jasmine had to let it be known that she ruled this organization.

“That’ll never happen,” Jasmine spat, not even trying to hide her irritation. Terrence nodded in Ahsha’s direction, giving her small smile to let her know he wasn’t tripping.

Little did Jasmine know, her spot on the throne was in danger with a future queen in line.

………..

Later that Night-After the shoot

Everyone had packed up and cleared out of the mansion. The day was long and they didn’t finish the shoot until late that evening. Ahsha waited for Derek in the spacious living room. She studied the many trophies on the mantle. She found it odd how his mantle wasn’t decorated with pictures of family. Honestly, she didn’t see a single photo throughout the entire mansion.

“I thought you wouldn’t stick around since it got so late,” Derek’s deep voice bellowed. He had changed into a pair of sweat pants and a sleeveless Nike shirt.

“Figured I’d stay since we agreed to talk.” she replied. Them being alone again sent that familiar feeling between her legs. The same one she had that night when they almost went too far.

Neither one of them knew where to begin. “You want anything to drink,” Derek questioned, taking a sip of his Gatorade.

“Nope, I’m good,” Ahsha said, sitting her bag on the floor next to the pool table. “This brings back memories,” she continued, picking up a pool stick.

“Memories of you attempting to play,” Derek laughed, joining in on the game. This at least was an ice breaker. They played for a few minutes before Derek started their much needed discussion. “You regret what happened that night?”

Being honest was the only way Ahsha would feel better about this entire situation. “I wouldn’t say I regret it but…I’m more confused than anything.”

“Confused about what? Me,” Derek questioned, placing the pool sticks back in their holsters.

“Just about all of this. You’re usually not the type of guy I’m attracted to,” Ahsha began. “You know what I mean?”

“You go after the good guys. I get it,” the baller added.

“I wouldn’t say it like that. I go after guys that aren’t as-“

“Ahsha, it won’t bother me if you say you only go for the good guys that you can take home to meet the parents. Even though, I’ve already met the parents and dad seems to like me,” Derek joked, earning a laugh. “Seriously, I’m not a bad dude though. Yeah, I seem like it on the outside but-“

“I never said you were a bad guy, Derek. If you were, I wouldn’t be standing here talking to you right now. It would be a waste of time because a bad guy wouldn’t have respected me that night,” she explained. They both were sitting on top of the pool table, her leg resting comfortably against Derek’s. “I’m not used to dealing with a guy that has 20 million women chasing after them.”

“Or the type that gives 20 million of those women his attention?” Ahsha nodded. “I know I have a certain reputation that follows me. Terrence let me know that the other day and I wasn’t trying to hear it. But you’re unlike any woman I’ve met. I haven’t met a single woman who doesn’t want something for me. Whether it’s fame or money.”

“How do you know I’m not after that same thing,” Ahsha questioned. Derek’s money didn’t faze her one bit. Her parents were well off and she had lived a decent life. Even if she hadn’t, Ahsha could care less about how much money Derek made each season. The fact that Derek picked up on how genuine she could be, was intriguing.

“The way you carry yourself. Even with me throwing out every line in the book, you don’t budge,” he laughed. “And you actually take interest in what I’m saying. You listen, even though we barely know each other.”

“Most of the time I don’t have a choice. With that loud ass mouth of yours,” Ahsha shot back, playfully slapping Derek’s arm.

They shared a laugh and then the silence set in. Derek’s gaze remained focused on Ahsha’s lips. The urge to kiss her took over him and he leaned in to capture her lips. That same flame from last time ignited between them. There was no denying their attraction to each other. Not anymore.

Pulling away, Ahsha muttered against his lips, “I like you.” Such a simple statement held a lot of weight. After all the denying and trying to bury those budding feelings, Ahsha was truthful with herself. Whatever it was building between them wasn’t going away. Their chemistry was almost potent. This was a huge risk, not to mention something that could get her kicked off the team. But, in that moment she didn’t care. Being in denial was exhausting and she had grown tired.

“We should do something about that then,” Derek responded, pecking Ahsha’s lips once more. There was a moment of silence before Ahsha attacked.

Ohhhhhh, looks like it’s going down in the next chapter! I already know you all will kill me for the cliffhanger. Next chapter, things get a little wild, so you’ll thank me later. *wink wink*

Thanks for reading, loves! I will be starting the next chapter in the next couple of days. Hopefully, I can get it out much faster than I did with this one.

Nova vs chapter 21: I am as surprised as you are.

Top of the time of day to you! Mr.E here and I hope you had an amazing week!

Here we are the next chapter of the nova vs series. sorry my life is getting more chaotic and it kept piling up BUT it’s here and I hope you enjoy it.

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If you are wondering what this is all about here is the link to the first chapter on FF https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11773524/1/Nova-Butterfly-vs-the-Forces-of-Adolescence it is basically a star vs future au. 

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Pet Dogs.

In the dog world (especially the purebred dog world) these days we often hear the word “pet” said with a negative connotation. “Oh he’s just a PET puppy” “Pet people drive me crazy!”. I’ve had people ask me on numerous occasions why this is, so I figured why not make a post about it? (And I went to a dog show all weekend and had to listen to people say “ugh looks pet quality to me” or “pet people just don’t have a clue” - it gets to me.)

I’ll start with what I think of pet people: I believe the right pet owner is absolutely invaluable to a breeder. Truly there is nothing better than a good pet home for one of your puppies. Not every dog is cut out to be a Champion Show Dog, or a World Qualifying canine athlete. But what makes a good pet home vs a bad pet home?

The Good- Is prepared to have a dog and understands all of the care and training a dog requires. Picks the best suited for their lifestyle - Do they have time for a puppy ? Or would they prefer and older housebroken puppy or even an adult dog? They will spend a ton of time researching breeds and talking to breeders. (Or looking into a responsible rescue nearby). Are prepared to meet the emotional, physical, and mental needs of the dog- spending time with the dog daily, feeding a high quality diet, exercising the dog regularly, training and keeping the dog occupied to prevent bad habits.

The Bad- Not prepared for a dog. Thinks dogs require minimal to no training and will just behave on its own. Doesn’t research breeds - just picks a pup at random from a shelter or picks a purebred on looks alone. Is not prepared to meet the dogs basic needs- works long hours, doesn’t want to deal with unwanted behaviors, minimal training. I find many “bad” pet people don’t research food and just buy whatever is cheapest.

We’ve all seen that family that brings home a lab puppy because it’s a “great family dog” and “the kids will love it”. But it quickly becomes apparent that they had no idea that a lab is a high energy breed. They thought their puppy should be a couch potato and not a tornado with teeth. It happens all the time and unfortunately it’s giving all pet people and pet dogs a bad name. I

Through my breeder I know some wonderful pet people. They take their Aussies hiking multiple times a week, they are wonderfully trained and the people understand the breed. They may even dabble in a dog sport which is great!

But at work I see people who wonder why their GSD is leash reactive and fearful. They think because she’s in daycare she should be socialized. I have a client with an Icelandic Sheepdog. She’s wondering why the dog tries to chase cars and barks nonstop- but admits she leaves the dog in a kennel by the road for hours on end by herself. Seems baffled that a herding breed that is known to be vocal reacts this way.

This is what gives all pet people a bad rep. I personally feel that a lot of people just shouldn’t have dogs. If you’re rarely home, unable to exercise a dog or give it any sort of training- why should you have a dog? What’s stopping you from really researching a breed? Look into a lab, you’ll quickly find that they require a lot of physical and mental stimulation. Maybe a Lhasa Apso or a Shih Tzu is a better fit for someone who just wants a dog to hang out and cuddle. But guess what? Little dogs need exercise and training too! That’s another HUGE problem with people- thinking their little dog is content to sit home and do nothing and needs no training.

Honestly I could go on forever on this topic so I’ll wrap it up before I make myself crazy.

Personally I prefer Performance type dogs. I love that high energy that needs structured physical activity several times a week. I like a challenge. But I understand that isn’t the lifestyle for everyone. You will never ever hear me say the word “pet” like it’s a dirty word and something to look down on. It’s an insult to all of the great pet people out there. You simply cannot lump all pet people into one category. And my dogs are pets too. Sure they may be athletes by day but at night when they’re tired we still snuggle on the couch and watch Netflix. They aren’t somehow better, they aren’t made of gold. I really think it’s time people got off their high horse and stop putting themselves on a pedestal for having a “sport” or “show dog”. Anyone who is putting time and effort into their dogs is deserving of praise. Encourage others to do more with their dogs instead of patting yourself on the back for being better.

Sorry for the rant dogblr, you are all wonderful and encouraging to everyone. I just need to get these thoughts out there after everything I’ve dealt with this weekend.

The Taylor Swift Party Is Far From Over: How The Star Will Be Redeemed In No Time

This summer has been particularly strange so far for one of the world’s biggest stars. Or at least it has been for the observers of one of the world’s biggest stars.

At the same time Forbes was crowning Taylor Swift the top-earning celebrity of 2016, with the other kind of receipts totaling $170 million, cracks were starting to show in the foundation upon which she built her empire.

First there were a few light tremors, triggered by the relationship known as Hiddleswift planting its steel-tipped flag into the ground with a force that our fickle earth was unprepared for. But believers in true love, freedom, privacy and other sanctities quickly set about patching any blemishes on the surface.

Yet while Swift’s devoted fan base remained unshaken, the fence started getting crowded with the curious and the skeptical, the unconvinced souls peering through the slats, eager to see if a shoe had indeed been dropped—and if the other would soon follow.

Then, last week—many weeks after the Internet figured out that Swift was “oooh”-ing on the chorus of ex-boyfriend Calvin Harris and Rihanna’s song “This Is What You Came For” and that “co-writer Nils Sjoberg” was actually Swift—TMZ put it out there that Sjoberg was totally Swift. And the site also reported that Swift felt totally betrayed by Harris when he said in an interview the day the song came out that he couldn’t foresee ever collaborating with his then-girlfriend.

Swift’s camp then officially confirmed that she wrote the song and used the alias.

A source told E! News that Swift agreed to not promote her role in the song when it came out so as not to overshadow her boyfriend, and Harris tweeted as much, calling her lyric-writing skills “amazing.”

But what a difference a breakup can make. Especially when it was almost immediately followed by what looked like Swift and Tom Hiddleston auditioning for The Amazing Race, with cheekily branded swimwear and everything.

“Hurtful to me at this point that her and her team would go so far out of their way to try and make ME look bad at this stage though,” Harris tweeted July 13, presumably referring to the news that Swift was pissed at his interview, as if she had had no idea he was going to deny working together. (Which, if you get into semantics, he didn’t do—rather, he said it wouldn’t happen in the future.)

“I figure if you’re happy in your new relationship you should focus on that instead of trying to tear your ex bf down for something to do,” the EDM star continued. “I know you’re off tour and you need someone new to try and bury like Katy ETC but I’m not that guy, sorry. I won’t allow it. Please focus on the positive aspects of YOUR life because you’ve earned a great one.”

OK, there’s a time and a place for everything, and this wasn’t it. Because Swift didn’t really do anything to him at that point other than just accept her months-old credit for writing a melody and some song lyrics—and she did that rather quietly.

But the aforementioned fence, already crowded with the curious, started to look like a scene out of The Walking Dead. Wide-eyed, gaping faces everywhere, agitated hands rattling the gate, chomping at the bit and declaring the #TaylorSwiftPartyIsOver because—aw, damn—Harris had just called Swift out for being vengeful and manipulative.

Though while this didn’t look good for Swift, and the sheer realization that so many people were on the fence about her in the first place was surprising, Harris didn’t exactly do himself any favors. He already had his hit record and he’s been working, traveling and surrounded by pals since the split. Moreover, it wasn’t as if he could be accused of moving on too fast should he venture out on a date.

Harris, though you couldn’t really blame him for his Twitter tantrum, came off looking pretty petty.

And then on the evening of July 17, Kim Kardashian set fire to the fence.

After insisting in her recent GQ interview that a recording existed of Swift talking to Kanye West about his song “Famous"—in which he rapped "I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex / Why? I made that bitch famous"—Kim encouraged Twitter to check out her Snapchat.

Off our thumbs trotted to Snapchat, only to find, in snippet after captivating snippet, a video of Kanye talking to Taylor on speakerphone, telling her all about the "I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex” line—and Swift getting a kick out of it. If a part of the talk existed in which Swift warned West about sending a “strong misogynistic message,” as she originally claimed, no one got to hear it.

“Umm, yeah I mean go with whatever line you think is better. It’s obviously very tongue in cheek either way. And I really appreciate you telling me about it, that’s really nice,” Taylor was heard telling Kanye on the recording.

Call it shade, call it tea, call it receipts, call it what you will: Twitter had never eaten a pop star alive so quickly. The fence was no match for the thousands of hungry souls who poured forth to crash the #KimExposedTaylorParty.

By the time Swift’s well-thought-out statement (it was pointed out that her screen grab indicated it was something she had searched for because it already existed on her phone) hit the Internet, in which she pointed out that she hadn’t heard the finished product and in the end hadn’t enjoyed being called “that bitch,” the damage was done.

With cracks in Swift’s meticulously manicured image already starting to show, Kimye sent the whole construct crashing down.

Or did they?

It’s not as though Taylor didn’t have her share of instantaneous support online. The recording didn’t turn her devoted fan base against her—Swifties are standing strong.

Now, however, the expert defense isn’t so much about how she’s a lovely girl, leave her alone. But rather headlines such as “Taylor Swift Is Cold-Blooded and Calculating. That’s What Makes Her a Great Pop Star” (Vox) and “I Don’t Care if Taylor Swift Lied & Here’s Why” (Refinery 29).

Forbes, the actual-receipt counters, stated: “Taylor Swift’s Carefully Cultivated Image Is Starting to Crack.” Then there’s the “Taylor Swift 1989-2016” pictures making the rounds, which is just creepy—and more than a tad premature.

But it is as if Swift, the person, has been left for dead and everyone’s moving on to dissect her image—even though, truth be told, the image was all anyone ever had to work with in the first place.

It may only be Swift the person, however, who decides where this all goes next.

Because while we’re all into “perfect,” and “flawless,” and “everything,” the Internet has been known to take issue with perfect on a person who’s obviously trying to be perfect. Just ask Anne Hathaway.

“People will ride with anything that’s against you when they don’t like you,” Charlamagne Tha God, co-host of Power 105.1’s The Breakfast Club, told E! News this week in response to the Kimye vs. Taylor controversy.

“When people really don’t like you, they will ride anything or anybody that’s against you. So even though a lot of these people really don’t like Kim, they don’t like Taylor more. When Kim exposes Taylor… that’s the world we live in where celebrities are perfect. Taylor is the epitome of the perfect celebrity. All her moves are calculated. She never really makes any mistakes. She says the right things. She does the right things. So people were just waiting, waiting to have a reason to really get at her so this is their reason. Because in their mind they’re like no one can be this perfect, she’s fake. As soon as they get a little inkling that she may be fake, or she may not be telling the truth. They couldn’t wait to jump on this bandwagon, so it’s just that simple. People will ride with anything that’s against you when they don’t like you.”

But as Hathaway also proved—being the target of the most inexplicable brand of criticism from no one particularly important while winning a Golden Globe, a SAG Award and an Oscar in 2013—what the online haters are saying often doesn’t reflect business as usual.

Does anyone actually think Swift’s next album is in trouble? It isn’t. If it came out tomorrow (which wouldn’t be a bad idea, since it only has to be remotely good to make all of this go away), it would break sales records, lead to another huge world tour and, most importantly, put her right back in the driver’s seat of her own narrative.

That’s obviously where Swift is most comfortable, controlling her own message in whatever way she sees fit—through song, through fashion, through social media. And she’s been ragingly successful at it. Unstoppable, in fact.

And despite being “exposed” as a businesswoman who’s fiercely protective of her image, so much so that she took Kanye’s “I made that bitch famous” brag more seriously than anyone else did (or wanted people to think she did because she’s got millions of young fans who look up to her as an empowering role model), those who loved Swift before aren’t going to love her any less now.

Or better yet, those who get Taylor can’t validly think any less of her because she’s having some image issues. She’s been a huge star for almost a decade and she’s still a badass, still a success and still a person—an imperfect moment was bound to make her life look a little more real.

And though Swift’s argument—"You don’t get to control someone’s emotional response to being called ‘that bitch’“—was overshadowed in the moment, it wasn’t lost.

The debate rages over whether that word, even when used by women in an empowering fashion, still has a negative connotation regardless of who’s using it and why.

"With any word it’s all about context,” Charlamagne told us. “It’s kind of like you using the [N-word]. I can use the word as a term of an endearment. I can use the word 'bitch’ as a term of endearment. You have people historically like Lil’ Kim who called herself the Queen Bitch’ or Trina called herself the 'baddest bitch,’ but then you have Queen Latifah who did a song called 'U.N.I.T.Y.’ and asked guys 'who you calling a bitch?’ She didn’t like that. It’s all about context.”

As far as West’s use in “Famous,” while there’s no indication that the rapper meant it as any more than a synonym for 'girl,’ “I see how it could be taken in a disrespectful way,” Charlamagne added.

And while Taylor’s fans aren’t switching sides anytime soon, neither are Kanye’s. The Life of Pablo debuted at No. 1 on the Billboard 200, controversial entrée into the world and all.

As far as the hoi polloi are concerned, Swift might want to take some time to laugh at all this—herself included—once the dust has settled. That same Internet that’s always lying in wait to pounce will end up coming in handy later, because in this day and age you’re only one viral Tonight Show sketch, Saturday Night Live cameo, “Carpool Karaoke” or Lip Sync Battle appearance away from being the belle of the ball again.

The fans who celebrated 1989’s first birthday on Twitter as if it were a real person will line up once again to applaud their leader.

The longer Swift and Tom Hiddleston stay together, the better that might look to people still hung up on that perceived infraction, but we aren’t in the business of encouraging people to stay together for any reason other than love and we aren’t going to start now.

Happily, a source told E! News that Hiddleston has been awesome throughout this nonsense, that he’s been “supporting her and enjoying the time he’s having with her.”

Moreover, “she’s been writing during her travels, and Tom has been an inspiration in her music.”

See, and that’s Taylor’s real life. Her work, her guy and, sure, the artistry with which she combines the two. She blends the public and private like a boss, and you can’t have a star without an image. There’s no such thing.

Just as what went down on Twitter a few nights ago will have no bearing on Swift’s actual life in the long run, the tide will only truly rise or fall on the strength of the music that connects her to all her fans.

And so the party rages on.


(http://www.eonline.com/news/781871/the-taylor-swift-party-is-far-from-over-how-the-star-will-be-redeemed-in-no-time)

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I know this is super long but if you don’t mind either scroll past or if you really don’t mind reblog and help Taylor see this? Thanks.

The left picture is me last year vs. me this year. I guess like Taylor, I chopped off my hair around the time when my life was changing and I felt like a new person. Let’s see, so if I look back to a year or so ago I was on the verge of completely rearranging my life. I just didn’t know it yet. A year ago I learned that sometimes going against the grain and doing what feels right for you may be looked down upon by others. A year ago I learned that you can’t change peoples’ minds and you can’t make them stay if they don’t want to. A year ago I learned how valuable the people who do stay are. That those are the kind of people I want to look for. I went through a time where I felt lost and kind of stuck. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with my life, I gained a great group of friends but lost them, and the guy I really liked kind of disappeared from my life. The darkest times I remember were when I was trying to find a job and nothing was happening, and when I didn’t know who I wanted to be. I felt like I was fighting this war all on my own and had to go through all of these blows. But, I wasn’t alone. I had my family and friends and I had this this one person who taught me so much. I had a long list of songs I related to, and this one person’s lessons I lived by. I learned how hard it can be to lose people, but the worst is losing yourself. And that’s what had happened. For the past 2 years I never realized that I lost myself all because of one friend’s words. I stopped being open, I started expecting people to turn out to be different than what I thought them to be, and I expected everyone to leave. Although I did lose touch with myself, I did learn some valuable lessons because of someone else. taylorswift you have been there with me when I was at my lowest points. Flash forward to this year and all of a sudden everything clicked. In September I got a job at the library and I’m still there, I still love it, and I want to aim to be a writer and hopefully find a way to be a full time shelver at the library. And one day I want to live in the middle of the mountains somewhere in Tennessee. In the winter I found myself appreciating the best friends I do have more than ever and that alone put me back together. I also found that some people invite friends to their houses to listen to their album before anyone else and sends them gifts for the holidays. Although I wasn’t one of those fans, just watching it happen and having the ability to talk to Taylor on here and get a follow was what taught me that real friendship is when people make the effort to be in your life. In the spring, I went through a really tough situation that really got in my head. And then I found myself in different situations that I just didn’t feel like dealing with and the weekend before Memorial Day I watched Endless Love and I kept crying because all that I wanted was for once for it to be my turn. I was okay with being alone. For 2 years I’ve been single and because of Taylor Swift I learned that I don’t need a guy to be happy. So, I was okay with not having a boyfriend, but it felt unfair to then have to deal with what was going on at the time, nothing serious, but just really got to me. I just wanted to feel like one day I would find someone who was right for me. So, going onto literally a week later, I met someone. I didn’t think much of it at the time except for the fact that all I wanted to listen to were taylorswift​ love songs the whole way home I haven’t done that in who knows how long. To spare all the details we’ve only been able too see each other twice and we’re keeping it a friendship because now it’s long distance. This is typically when people feel sad for me, but honestly, I don’t remember the last time I was this happy. This is really embarrassing to talk about (luckily he’ll never see this) because I am literally a giddy school girl about him. Most nights I fall asleep smiling without even realizing it. We really had a connection when we got to see each other, and so the long distance is definitely not an ideal situation. I’m definitely scared of him deciding to leave my life only because he has the option to. But taylorswift​ I really really reaaaally like him as a person and I don’t know why but I’ve had this really good feeling about him in my gut from the start and it’s something I’ve never felt before. He’s really cute and such an incredible person, and I’ve found myself feeling like my old self again, but a better version. I thought I was happy this past year, but ever since he came into my life I realize I don’t even remember the last time I was this happy. So taylorswift​ let’s keep this between us, I really like him and I’ve never related to your music more than I do now, so much so that sometimes I have to skip some songs because I relate too much to them. Also he’s a fan too and we’ve listened to your music together when we first hung out. I wanted to tell you all of this Taylor because I can’t thank you enough for teaching me lessons and being there for me when I was lost and being here now as I’m finding myself again. Because I know 2 years ago I wanted your advice and I wanted to feel like things would change, and now everything is changing and I’ve never been more happy, so of course I had to tell you about it. I really hope I can meet you someday and talk about all of this.

Thanks Tay.

Jess.