usually people ignore my follow up emails so this is extra :)


Once upon a time a 17 year old English girl fell in love with a talented but relatively unknown country singer by the name of Taylor Swift. PLOT TWIST: 11 years later she is one of the most successful artists in history and I just spent my Friday night hanging out with her at her house. Wanna know how this happened? I’m going to tell you my story. Get yourself comfy (maybe some cocoa or a nice sweater) and listen up. 

I don’t claim to be the biggest Taylor Swift fan in the world, but like every Swiftie I would always like to think I am. I have loved Taylor for longer than I can remember and one of my biggest dreams in life has always been to meet her. 

On 3rd October 2017 I woke up around 5am as I do every morning, and I turned off my alarm and turned my internet on. I had a few notifications, Facebook messenger, twitter, tumblr….but then there was a DM? I never get twitter DM’s, I’m not remotely interesting enough for anyone to want to speak to me, so who was this messaging me?

Half asleep and with my eyes still adjusting to the light I opened the DM screen and saw the words ‘Taylor Nation’. My whole body froze…that’s not what is says is it? I rubbed my eyes and looked again…it was. I clicked on the message and read it quickly. I didn’t really take it in, something about a Confidential Event. I dropped my phone onto my chest and looked at the ceiling trying to take in what I had just read. Was I having another Taylor dream ? Somehow I knew I wasn’t - the last Taylor dream I had we were eating banana splits in an old railway carriage turned into a diner…i don’t even like bananas. Somehow this seemed more plausible. 

I closed twitter and decided to ignore it for a second and look at my other notifications. There was a facebook message from my Swiftie friend Bethy telling me to have a good day and reminding me to keep my DMs on….wait, she had one to? I replied back saying 'I have, you too?’ and for a solid hour we were messaging eachother in code without either of us admitting what we had received in text…but we both knew. 

I sent my details over to Taylor Nation and tried to get ready for work…putting my jeans on back to front, loading the laundry into the machine without adding the washing liquid, walking around my house doing things which usually came naturally but for some reason took extra effort and concentration…something I was lacking. 

It was another 10 hours before my DM was replied to saying they would contact me soon. Soon? How soon is soon? Bethy and I continued talking to eachother imagining what it could be. Would we be in a live stream? A music video? Are we being invited to a show? An interview? In the back of our minds we wanted it to be a secret session but it wouldn’t be would it? People like us with a handful of followers whose idea of a great Friday night is to play Yahtzee while listening to Taylor Swift on repeat wouldn’t get invited, would we? 

Luckily soon was only 3 hours and I got a call from a New York number. I was at my parents house so I ran up the stairs to take the call. Some other Swiftie friends in a group chat were messaging me about stuff and I was trying to pick up but notifications were sending my phone into meltdown. Eventually I managed to pick up…then hang up on Taylor Nation. Yes, I hung up on Taylor Swift’s management group!!! (Sorry Ali). 

I tried to call back but it went to voice mail, so I sent them a DM and went for a wee. Ali called me again while I was on the toilet so I was nervously trying to finish peeing and then ran out to the top of the stairs to take the call. The signal in my parents house was awful and I kept shouting 'huh’ and 'hello?’ down the phone but Ali was so lovely. She told me I had been picked to be invited to a special event because I was a super fan and I could bring a +1. I knew Bethy was already going and I made a pact with Megan if ever we had an opportunity to meet Taylor we would take eachother. I hastily gave her Megan’s details and then passed Alex’s on to Bethy for her call before screaming at Alex to keep 13th October clear (for the record he is so difficult). On top of this I was also on holiday that day and so going to this event also meant cutting my holiday short…but this was Taylor Swift! 

I found out on Sunday 8th October that we had to meet at a hotel and would be shuttled to the location via bus. Unfortunately my bladder condition flared up on 10th October and I nervously contacted Taylor Nation for details of restroom facilities, scared I wouldn’t be able to go. I cried as I waited for an email back but Taylor Nation were so lovely….you could tell they worked for Taylor. I went to the local Dr on holiday and got antibiotics and instructions for bedrest for the 2 days before the event.  My bladder was still bad by early morning day of the event but luckily started clearing up as I travelled from Devon to London. 

The day of the event we all met up at Waterloo Station in London before travelling to the hotel where we needed to meet Taylor Nation. I was so nervous that everything was going wrong and had been in so much pain and in denial I was going to be well enough to go that I couldn’t believe it was happening. 

On the way from the tube to the hotel we saw a funeral directors with 4 gravestones in the window - were they for us when Taylor killed us with her music? A bus went past…the number 13? So typically Taylor! 

We arrived at the hotel and checked in. Taylor Nation were in the lobby (we didn’t know it was them). The receptionist asked if we were going to the knitting convention? I was confused…was this a cover story? All I kept thinking was 'I knit sweaters yo’….'no, we are going to meet some friends' we told them. 

We went upstairs to our room to get ready and when came down we didn’t know where to go. There seemed to be some type of line forming around the building and the sheer quantity of red lipstick and floaty dresses told me we were in the right place. 

We checked in with Taylor Nation and as I gave Elise my ID she said she liked my passport cover. It’s a picture of Taylor with 'grab your passport and my hand’ written on it. She confirmed with me that she was the one I had been emailing and I thanked her for her help. I then signed a NDA and got my really cool wristband which has 'United Kingdom’ in reputation font on it. And then we headed downstairs to wait for the bus. 

I was on bus number ¾ with Megan- Alex and Bethy had already gone on bus 2. I sat right behind the driver and he had his Satnav programmed with 3 different routes. He took the first route to somewhere random, loaded the second route and followed it, then loaded the third. It was clear he was trying to throw us off. As we entered part of the neighbourhood I felt very out of place. The cars had personalised plates, the houses were getting bigger, the hustle and bustle of London life seemed to getting further in the distance. 

Suddenly the bus stopped in front of a beautiful house…this was it…this was Taylor’s house? We were escorted off the bus and down to the side door which lead to a basement. The carpets were bouncy and the soundproof walls were so soft. We waited patiently for a few minutes and then suddenly the door opened and I caught a glimpse of a canvas of the New York skyline….this IS Taylor’s house. 

We were taken up the stairs to a central entrance hall with a staircase leading up to the top of the house and a corridor towards a large group of people with music playing - her Spotify playlist. The party was in the kitchen. Megan and I walked in to the kitchen, everything was so perfect. Ice buckets full of cans of soda and water, the best chicken bites I have ever tasted, cheese, vegetables and dip, reputation m&ms and cookies with REP on. There was so much I couldn’t even see it all.

We spotted our friend Bethy over in the corner by the French doors and headed over to speak to her. As we got there so did Scott Swift….the total legend and biggest fangirl ever. I told him I had briefly seen him in Nashville for 1989 and be told me the Mick Jagger story…the same one Taylor tells in interviews. Word for word and he beamed with pride as he told us stories about Taylor. There I was on a Friday night in Taylor Swift’s house talking to her dad about 2 megastars as if we were all old friends. And he was really interested in us, not just polite conversation but so enthralled that we loved his daughter as much as he did. True to Scott Swift fashion he gave us some guitar picks as me made his way onto the next group. 

I asked Alex where the toilet was and he took me out to the corridor…which hid a restroom behind huge grey panels. It was the nicest smelling toilet I have ever been in…and I have been in a lot! As I sat there peeing in Taylor’s toilet and looking at the Jo Malone candle burning by the sink I wondered…how did I get here?

Shortly after I left the toilet we were ushered across the entrance hall to a huge rectangular room. Opposite the door were large windows covered over by drapes and a single armchair - Taylor’s seat. The floor was adorned with cushion after cushion and Megan and I ran to the closest cushion to Taylor. Megan sat right in front of her and I squeezed in behind. This was a SECRET SESSION!!!!

A few minutes later I looked behind as the door opened and in walked a real angel to a round of screams and claps- red lips, natural 'I’ve just washed it’ curly hair, snake boots and a huge smile. She sat down in front of us on the seat and said 'Hi I’m Taylor’. Just like at tour, only this time not to 70,000…to just 100. 

And then the mystery was revealed. Taylor Nation hadn’t just randomly picked us off of various social media sites - we had been hand selected by Taylor herself who had stalked us for over a year and sent TN our profiles to invite us. It hit me…Taylor picked me?!?! The woman I have been 'stalking’ for 11 years had been stalking me too? Out of all the fans in Europe I was one she wanted to meet. I don’t think that will ever fully sink in. 

Taylor played us her album, telling us little stories about each song - the inspiration, the recording processes, the reactions from friends and family. It was so much to take in but watching Taylor mouth along to the words, act out different expressions and sitting-dance to all of the songs was hilarious - I wasn’t in the presence of a celebrity, I was sitting with my best friend appreciating the biggest achievement she will ever have - true happiness. Taylor Swift is truly happy, about life, about her music, about her fans and it is nothing short of magical. 

As each song played I really wondered how Taylor could top it, but she did…over and over again. Time went so quickly and it felt like the world’s biggest and best slumber party, except we didn’t get to sleep over. 

At one point it was so hot that Scott Swift had to open all the doors to let the air in. As Taylor played his favourite song from the album she called for him to come and listen and he made a joke that he was actually handing out guitar picks to the neighbours. 

After Taylor finished playing the album I looked around. Everyone was so Wonderstruck by what they had heard and I looked at Taylor and she looked so content. I don’t know whether she was worried by what our reactions would be but all we had for this album was love…and I hope Taylor knows that. 

After the listening session we were handed copies of the reputation magazines while we were waiting for photos. Megan and I were some of the first to go in. I was so focused on getting to the event that I hadn’t even thought about what to say. Taylor ran over to Megan and hugged her and started talking about her bright pink hair. She loved it and it had been distracting her all evening. Then Taylor hugged me and I hugged her back like I had never hugged anyone before. She was so tall like a giraffe but with the grace of a swan…and I was me. I whispered 'thank you for inviting me’ and she smiled. I didn’t want to let go.

As so many people were waiting they sort of rushed us with a picture. Taylor grabbed hold of us with her arms around our shoulders and smiled so sincerely at the camera. I wanted to talk to Taylor as I didn’t get a chance but we were ushered off. As Megan walked out front if me I went to turn and talk to Taylor when Megan suddenly shouted 'we went to Nashville’. Taylor screamed back excitedly 'I know’ with the biggest smile on her face. So…I didn’t get to talk to Taylor but she knew we went to Nashville. She really did stalk me.

When we left the room we were greeted by Mama Swift. I told her about my mum being terminally ill with Cancer and how she had gotten test results that day but she wanted me to be with Taylor instead. She gave me an extra hug and told me to hug my mum for her. I told my mum later and she started crying. Someone she has never met wished her well…it isn’t just Taylor, it is her whole family. 

We were taken back to the basement to collect Merch bags with a T-shirt, hat, sticker, pop socket and exclusive secret sessions keyring. It was so lovely of Taylor to give us something more to remember the day. 

I got the bus back to the hotel and sat talking to Ali the whole way about the album and Nashville….I may have also invited her to CMA fest next year.

By the time I got back to the hotel and collected my belongings (which had been taken from us earlier) I was shattered but I couldn’t sleep. I posted on twitter and suddenly my phone couldn’t stop vibrating…thousands of retweets and likes. I sat there trying to figure out what happened but I’m still not even sure I believe it myself.

It took me 2 whole days to cry…not because I didn’t care but because this wasn’t the norm. I had stood outside countless radio stations and events before and not met Taylor…I had cried. I had come away from concerts and not been picked for Loft or Club Red etc and cried…but this was different. Not only had I met Taylor, she had picked me. I couldn’t cry…I just felt a sense of fulfillment, of achievement, of love. By the time I did cry if wasn’t because of what happened; it was because I missed her. 

But this is not the end of my story with Taylor…I feel like this is the start of a new chapter. I came away with a whole mind of memories and countless new friends - affectionately known as FANtom Squad.

Friday 13 October was the best night of my life; I will never be able to thank Taylor enough and I’ll probably never have a chance to say what I wanted to say. But after years of hiding it & toning down this side of my life to please people I can honestly I am not ashamed of who I am because who I am is exactly how @taylorswift likes me. 

Arranged Marriage

Where my family comes from, arranged marriages are still very much the norm. It’s really not what most people think when they hear “arranged marriage”; it’s more like going on a blind date set up by people (usually your parents) who know you, love you, and have your best interests at heart with a very clear endgame. My parents always said that my opinion would be the only one that mattered in the end and that I could say no to whoever they brought home, no questions asked. A love match also wasn’t entirely off the table, even if it wasn’t their ideal choice for me.

Keep reading

The Electronic Configuration of Hate and Love (Pt. 2)

Fandom: Girl Meets World

Pairing(s): Riarkle, hints at side Lucaya and flirts with Zaya for fun.

Prompt from riarklespirfire: Part 2 of the Electronic Configuration of Hate and Love, a Riarkle enemies-to-friends-to-lovers AU

Author’s Note: I decided to keep on this one because I just loved it so much!!!! So, this is the official announcement that The Electronic Configuration of Hate and Love will be a book instead of a one or two shot as originally planned. I actually already have the plot laid out and everything so…

Find it on or at Ao3 as well!

Riley Matthews was not his friend.

She really wasn’t.

Because Farkle Minkus could never be friends with someone like her.

She was just so fucking entitled, with her decent looks, social easy, and (admittedly) impressive intelligence, not to mention that having her father as one of their teachers did her attitude no favors either.

And that waltz she always seemed to have? The inherent skip in her step? It made his skin crawl.

Or rather, it usually did…

Keep reading

The Escort- Part 4

Grad School AU! You are a grad student, one year away from completing your Master’s degree. Despite your successful life, your family won’t let go of the fact that you are single. It makes your yearly family vacation a living hell. On a whim, you call the number you find on an ad for an escort to events, and you meet Dean. He’s gorgeous, charming, and perfect to help get your family off your back. What more could you ask for?

Summary of Part 4- Reader and Dean go to dinner with Meg, and the night turns out differently than she planned.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Word Count: 2431

Warning: Smut! Finally!

A/N: Thank you guys so much for showing this series so much love. Next part will be out on Saturday!



You took a deep breath and sent the text.

*Meg will be here Saturday. Are you free for dinner?*

You set your phone on your coffee table and flipped through the television channels. Not thinking about Dean. Definitely not waiting on him to text back. Definitely not remembering how he tasted, or how his hands felt on you, or how perfectly disheveled he had looked as he pulled away from you the night before.

Keep reading

Strictly Professional [Part 6]

[Business!Dean x Reader AU Series]

You thought you had everything you wanted in life. You were the boss of a well-established company, you had great friends and family around you and you were engaged to your dream man. Everything in your life felt like it was going amazingly. Until, one night you answer an unexpected phone call which completely changes everything. After that, things just seem to go from bad to worse- will you get another shot at happiness?

Part 6 Summary: You go to dinner with Dick Roman, who gives you an unexpected offer.

Pairings: none in this part

Word Count: +2500

Warnings: angst and it contains Dick Roman?

A/N: This part also contains Dean’s POV, it is all clearly marked out though!:) [Things are about to heat up!]

Tagging: @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki  @spnfanficpond

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 7

The second half of your shift just seemed to drag by.

You were still trying to process the whole idea of being invited to dinner by Dick Roman. Not only was he the father of your ex-fiancé, he was also the owner of Singer & Co.’s biggest competition in the business industry.

You knew the best and the most sensible thing to do would be to just not show up. But, for some reason, you were curious about what it was he wanted to talk to you about. He obviously went to a lot of effort to make arrangements, plus the extravagant bouquet of flowers he’d sent. He clearly had this all planned out and you knew deep down, whatever his true intentions were- they probably weren’t good.

Keep reading

SPQR: Legion of Super-Heroes - 5

#Superhero AU [AO3] | First | <<Prev | Next>>

The idea that somewhere out in the city Tempest was looking for him was like something out of a childhood fantasy. Nico had grown up watching Jason Grace grow up. Being one of the first second generation superheroes, Jason had very literally lived his entire life in front of the media’s cameras. He’d been raised by the government-run SPQR more than his own parents, groomed to be a superhero from birth. They were only three years apart, and a much younger Nico had once daydreamed about being a superhero right beside Jason, being his best friend and confidant.

Of course, so had almost everyone else in his generation.

Keep reading

An open letter

I have been in and out of many fandoms over the course of my online life. I’ve written, made fan art, created forums/groups/chats and much more. Most recently I have written stories for Mirandy, SwanQueen and SuperCat and have amassed over a million words across my, Archive and Tumblr accounts. I’ve met some great people and enjoyed much fic and artwork, there are some amazingly talented people in our fandoms.

Lately I have been receiving more negative messages through various anonymous sources. While I usually rise above it and try to ignore it, it’s becoming repetitive and hurtful. It feels to me like someone, or a small group of someone’s, wants to upset me. And the truth is; it’s working. When I post a new chapter and I see I have a review, I actually wince as I open the email. Just in case it’s someone with a vendetta against me. When I have a message on Tumblr it’s the same. I don’t look forward to receiving an Ask because it’s often someone anonymously trashing me. It’s actually pretty exhausting.

It’s important to say that the vast majority of the messages I receive are lovely. As a percentage, the good far outweighs the bad. And thank you to every single one of you who has left kudos or taken the time to write a comment or review my work. I don’t often reply, I’m simply too busy with Real Life™ to do so. However, I do read and appreciate every single one of them.

But, as small a percentage as the negative comments are, they are hurtful. Especially as I am convinced that it’s a campaign against me personally. The tone of some of the messages are laced with anger and hatred, not a simple “I don’t enjoy this story” but a real attack on me as a person.

I agonised on what to do about it as…there is no answer. If I ignore it, it carries on. If I respond to it, they know they succeeded and carry on. It’s impossible to turn off the anonymous reviews on both and Archive. And people are not above creating dummy accounts, especially when they are vindictive as they appear be.

All writers are different. Some want to be published, some want to vent their feelings, some want to improve their craft and some want to be famous. People make assumptions all the time. I’m a very private person and I don’t, as a rule, open up and talk about why I do what I do. And I’ve come to realise that people have probably made assumptions about me.

So, here’s the truth. I don’t think I’m a great writer. I don’t think I’m very good at all. I don’t say that to have praise heaped upon me. All the praise in the world wouldn’t change my own point of view, I’m too stubborn and single-minded for that. When I got a publishing deal I was shocked. But editing that book killed any idea that I was a good writer. All writers say that editing is hard but I cannot emphasise how soul-destroying it actually is.

I write because I enjoy it. It’s not my favourite thing in the world to do, but I kind of enjoy it. I don’t write to improve my writing skills. I don’t write to become famous or popular or to get a book deal or to become rich. I write because I have an idea in my head and I’d like to see it realised. So I do it. And, of course, I enjoy the lovely messages I receive when my story resonates with someone. Who wouldn’t?

But the truth is, I don’t enjoy writing enough to contend with whoever it is who wants to continually attack me. I can only guess, but I think this is a person who will follow me across fandoms just to get an extra dig in wherever they can. And I know you shouldn’t let the bullies win…but I don’t really see an alternative.

I have never sent a hateful message. I have never left a nasty review. In fact, I very rarely review at all (which is very bad of me). I try to avoid fandom drama. I administer a group for people to find fanfic, I started a chat so SwanQueen fans could get together. I left Flight SQA016 online for people to read for free despite the fact it is being published, because I believed it was the right thing to do. I’ve given a lot of time and myself to fandoms but lately it’s stopped being rewarding.

To be honest I don’t know what I’m going to do. Last night I honestly wanted to remove my and Archive account, I would have done so too if I hadn’t already gone to bed. Maybe I’m feeling particularly sensitive at the moment but the truth is that I feel I’m done. So, this is an open letter to whoever wants to know; this is what has happened and my thoughts and feelings on it.

Yes, I may take down my stories, so if you want to save anything then please do so soon. I’m not sure if I will do it or not but it’s a distinct possibility. I know people who are halfway through one of my eight 50,000+ word stories will probably want to know how they end so this is your warning to read faster or save the story.

As a sign off to this monumental brain spill, which I never do so please allow me this one time, I just wanted to say this: Consider the contributors to your fandom. Whatever fandom(s) you are in. There are writers, artists, vidders and more. They are human beings who take time away from their family, their jobs, their responsibilities and their hobbies to create free entertainment for the good of that fandom. They do so because they want to create nice things for people to enjoy. Treat them with the care and respect they deserve because, without them, the Internet would be a very dreary place.

Getting into Artbooks - A Quick Guide for Artists

Getting into Artbooks – A Quick Guide

This advice comes from my personal experiences of being in several artbooks, running an artbook project myself, and taking a professionalism course as part of my MA. 

However, if a project’s guidelines deviate from what’s outlined below, always follow the specific guidelines of whatever project you’re submitting to.

Finding out about Artbooks.

1. Follow a lot of artists. Usually artists will reblog open call posts. So if you follow artists with similar interests, you’re more likely to hear about art projects that interest you.

2. I suggest following They post a lot of open call announcements.

3. Let your friends know you’re interested in being part of artbooks in general; if they come across something, they’re more likely to let you know about it if they know beforehand that you’re interested. 

Keep reading

pretzel-log1c  asked:

Two tropes: fake dating and role reversal

So the meme said “fic idea” and I apparently interpret that as “fic” and stayed up past midnight to write it because inspiration is awesome. It’s Coldflash, since you didn’t specify and that’s the first idea I got :)


Len got out of Central years ago – took Lisa and ran, never looked back.  Nearly got arrested for it because crossing state lines with a little kid apparently upset people, but Lisa had burst into a perfectly timed set of tears and the federal agent that had stopped them had listened; he’d gotten them somewhere safe.  Len had followed that agent all the way through to Quantico. 

With his juvie record and his father’s reputation, he’d been one of the FBI’s best undercover men for going on fifteen years, with his own reputation for being cold as ice as ‘friend’ after ‘friend’ that he’d made got shipped off to prison.  Then he’d gotten bored taking down mafiosos and drug lords and smuggling rings, asked his bosses for a transfer to something more exciting.  When they’d expressed disbelief that there was anything more exciting, he’d put a Central City newspaper on their desk and smiled.

Metahumans were the next big thing.  He wasn’t going to let ARGUS have all the fun. 

Right now, he had his eye on the prize.  ARGUS and General Ellison’s white whale.  

Or, perhaps more accurately, their red streak.

Keep reading