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aaaand it’s done!

Just a lil appreciation video dedicated to Taylor and her famous dance moves that never fail to brighten my day :)

Thank you for all the energy and inspiration @taylorswift ! 😘

“She had a little Taylor guitar, she got it out and she was like, ‘I had this idea for this song’ and she pretty much had the verse, bridge and chorus done, but we argued about that one chord — 'I just want to know you, better know you’ — she didn’t like that, and I kind of forced it upon her. It was quite a funny situation. It’s like [her room is] surrounded by Grammys; she has like seven or eight and like Billboard Awards and Songwriting Guild. And I’m like, ‘this chord,’ and she’s like [pointing to her awards]”
- Ed Sheeran

'Everything Has Changed’ music video came out 2 years ago today.

  • me: time to write my paper!
  • executive dysfunction: no
  • me: time to eat!
  • executive dysfunction: no
  • me: time to go to sleep!
  • executive dysfunction: no
  • me: time to shower!
  • executive dysfunction: no
  • me: time to study!
  • executive dysfunction: no
  • me: time to die, then!
  • executive dysfunction: ok :)

hey T-Swizzle, It’s Zeynep but I’d love to if you call me Zey! I just wanted to say I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I’m just hoping you feel the same way but first of all, I hope you know that I exist. 💙

672: Fifteen

By @autopistaaningunaparte: Hi!! Congratulations for your milestone!! You rock, girl! 🎉🎊🎉🎊 Can I still send my request? If so, my number is 672 and the sentence is “I figured I could tell my side of the story and people could either choose to believe me or not.” Thank you so much in advance! PS: i’m super hooked on Avenging Angel 😳😍♥️ xoxo

Word Count: 976

A/N: T-Swizzle! God, I love her. I love how she can tell stories with her songs, especially her older stuff. Her music video for You Belong With Me is seriously one of my favorite music videos ever. And her new stuff has this deep level of maturity and I just absolutely love how you can literally see how she grows up through her albums. But it’s really difficult to write something off of one of her songs (especially this one) because the song itself is a story.

Song 672: Fifteen by Taylor Swift

“I swear, it wasn’t me!” You leaned across the cold metal table, the handcuffs around your wrists jangling. “I haven’t killed anyone.”

The police officer leaned back in his chair and raised an unbelieving eyebrow. “Well we find it mighty suspicious that you just happened to be in the same towns when two murders with the same MO happened, years apart. Tell me, Miss Y/L/N, were you planning on killing another high school history teacher, or did you just kill your history teacher because you hated her class?”

“I never killed anyone. Please, you gotta believe me.”

“Then why did you come here today? Just turned yourself in to offer information? In my line of work, that’s a clue in itself.”

This was going nowhere. You should have known better. “I figured I could tell my side of the story and people could either choose to believe me or not. But I guess you’ve already made up your mind, so what’s the point?”

“Giving up already?”

Fire burned behind your eyes as you fixed a determined glare on him. “On you? Yes. But I didn’t kill anyone when I was fifteen, and I haven’t killed anyone now that I’m twenty-six. I know I’ll be able to convince someone else of my innocence, but obviously not the officer with a personal grudge against the girl who turned him down at the bar last week.”

Your jab at his lack of professionalism obviously hit close to home. “That is not what this is about—“

The door to the interrogation room opened and a tall man in a suit stepped in. He flashed his FBI badge as a second man entered behind him. “I’m Agent Shriver and this is my partner, Agent Hansen. We’ll take it from here.”

The officer stood up and grumbled, but handed the floor over to Agent Shriver and Agent—Dean Winchester?

Your mouth dried up when the second man turned and locked eyes with yours. It had been eleven years, but you would never be able to forget those beautiful green eyes. His head tilted minutely for a moment, but you could tell when he placed you in his memory. He stood up straight, electrified.

“Miss Y/L/N, we have a few questions about—“

“Get me out of here or I’ll blow your cover,” you whispered so that no one in the observation room behind the two way glass could hear.

That gave the first man pause—Sam, you guessed. Dean just sat down heavily in one of the chairs and kept his eyes on you. “Y/N, look, I promise I can explain everything.”

“Not in here. Use that fake FBI badge to get me out of here. Then you can explain.”

Sam and Dean shared a look of silent communication for a moment before turning back to you. After a few minutes of fake interrogation to make it look believable, Dean uncuffed you and the three of you managed to make it out of the police station.

As soon as the three of you were in the fresh air outside of the police station, Sam spoke up. “You two know each other?”

“My freshman year of high school you guys moved to my town,” you explained, trying to be as concise as possible. “Dean and I… we had a thing. Then, the day after Mrs. Harold was killed, Dean didn’t show up and he never came back.”

He’d broken your heart. Dean Winchester had been your first love, and one day he just disappeared. Though you supposed that you should be grateful for that. If he had stayed, you might have stayed with him and Dean Winchester hadn’t been a good influence on you. Fifteen years old and just trying to fit into the big new high school… you were easily manipulated and ended up skipping more classes than you went to just because Dean flashed you that bad boy smile.

“You ever notice how after Mrs. Harold was dead, no one else started showing up dead?” Dean gave you a little bow before he unlocked his classic car. “You’re welcome for that.”

“And now you’re impersonating federal agents. I think I’ll walk home.”

“Wait, Y/N.” Dean grabbed your arm to stop you from walking away. “I promised you an explanation.”

“Yeah, you also promised me that you would never break my heart, but you broke that promise eleven years ago. I loved you, Dean. Well, as much as you can love someone when you’re that young. And then you were gone.”

He opened his mouth, probably to explain some more, but you weren’t done.

“Which I’m fine with now. It was for the best. I didn’t know who I was back then, and I was becoming who you wanted me to be. Not who I wanted to be. And I know who I am now. I know what my dreams are. I’m finally the person I want to be.”

“I don’t want to change that,” Dean said, holding his hands up. “But I do want to explain. Give me that much, at least?”

Eleven years. You’d changed a lot since you last saw him. Maybe he had too. And you’d come to the station today to explain your side of the story. The least you could do was give Dean the same courtesy you’d been denied by the officer. A glance at Sam cemented your decision. He was watching the exchange between you and his brother very interestedly. There was definitely more to this story.

“Alright. But you’re buying me lunch because they had me in that station for hours and I’m starving.”

“Deal.” A hesitant grin covered his face, and he opened the back door of his car for you, just like the gentleman he never was in high school.

Eleven years had changed him, and you were hoping it was for the better.

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