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tybaltsjuliet · 2 years

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If you have the time, I'd love to hear more of your opinions about how Belle's aesthetic should be Gothic Heroine™ instead of Smart™. Can you elaborate on what that means?

for sure!

so, first off, this is all rooted in how i feel that intelligence is vastly overhyped and overstated as belle's Defining Trait. it's quite lazy, to my mind, that she has been deemed The Smart Princess because She Reads Books. ariel displays far more intellectual curiosity about the human world than belle does about anything. tiana is a successful businesswoman and mulan is a full-on war strategist by the time their stories conclude! i would sooner call them The Smart Princesses, whereas i think belle is far more defined by her passionate heart, her willingness to throw herself into danger, and her yearning for adventure. of course, those aren't terribly descriptively snappy, so i like to say belle is The Gothic Heroine Princess, as shorthand, because of the atmosphere of beauty and the beast and because she is a Capital R Romantic.

take the things we meet her reading, for one:

“i just finished the most wonderful story about a a beanstalk and an ogre and...”

“far-off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!”

“here's where she meets prince charming, but she won't discover that it's him till chapter three!”

this isn't to say that people who enjoy fairy tales and fantasy aren't intelligent, or that they aren't intellectually stimulating genres (consider villeneuve's full, literary “beauty and the beast” - if you want a fairy tale to rotate around your brain for months, that's it!) but intellectual stimulation is not what belle is focusing on. she delights in reading for the escapism - the adventure, the magic, and the romance that she craves.

and, speaking of which, for all the jokes people make her about her Daily Mean Song (and i do think that tweet is extremely funny), she's not even intellectually snobbish! the most derision in that vein she ever gives is in response to gaston - “well, some people use their imaginations.”/”you are positively primeval.” - who fully deserved it in the moment, because he was disrespecting her, her book, and generally behaving like a boor!

yeah, she remarks on the poor, provincial town and its little people, but what is her chief complaint? “every day like the one before.” “every morning just the same since the morning that we came.” yeah, she remarks that there’s no one in the town she can really talk to - but it’s clear from the opening number that it’s not that it’s because she thinks she’s better than them, but because they think she is the strange one!

leaving those thoughts aside, it’s also worth noting that throughout, belle acts far more from her heart than her head, relying on her emotions. racing off alone into the woods to try to find her father is not smart. sacrificing herself to become the prisoner of the beast is not smart. going into the west wing, after being expressly forbidden to do so by the beast, is not smart. for all she knows, the beast could have killed her for that. and defying gaston publicly, in front of his mob of angry villagers - decidedly not smart! and belle does not give a fuck, because she is The Gothic Heroine Princess, and she knows instinctively that her Capital R Romanticism will save the day. her good judgment of character - distrusting gaston, for instance - is often cited as another example of her intelligence, and it is - but that is something else that’s rooted in emotional intelligence versus intellectual intelligence. her emotional strength - her compassion and her passion, her sense of adventure and her sense of what is right, no matter what the rest of the world tells her to do and feel and think - is what gets her through her ordeals in the village that ostracizes and rejects her, as well as the enchanted castle with danger and mystery around every corner. (indeed, the line between “enchanted castle” and “haunted castle” is but a gossamer thread, and she makes that castle her home.)

and, of course, there is absolutely nothing more gothic heroine than falling in love with disney’s very first byronic hero.

#;ask me your questions and get some answers.#;dream factory.#;ever just as sure as the sun will rise.

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romancefranaticstay · 25 days

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◦•●❤♡ Mïñê ßåÐ Gïrl ♡❤●•◦

彡(✿╹◡╹) 𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘺: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘭 (｀∀´)Ψ

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: You are a an ice-woman. Nobody can come inside your heart. Your smart and you observe everyone. Nobody can fool you... nobody can let you fall for them... okay maybe not nobody...

(Best Music Vibe: bloodline x pony mix)

You were a businesswoman, you never had time for any romantic-actions. You never had any interest in them, it was always: work, work , work, money and fame.

You were pretty know for your image. Many big brands wanted you because you were the 'perfect' business woman.

You actually were the perfect one and thats why it was harder for you to fall in love. You never fell in love, actually you don't even know what real love is. What is it? How does it feel? Mostly on camera people see you as an actractive frighten woman.

'Do not mess with her' as caption. But behind the curtains, you were very soft and talkactive.

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'Goodmorning ma'am, here is your coffee.'

'Coffee with extra milk and 2 thee spoons with sugar?'

'Yes ma'am.'

You took it from your assistent. She was the only person who know the 'real you'.

'Thank you Aurora.' you wink.

'Mine pleasure, miss.'

You went in ur office, which had the perfect view over New York. Your office was the typical 'office' you see in shows. You were wearing a black dress with much elegance.

You were sitting and writing some percentage's of the new 'hype' that got annonced past saturday. It looked very good and you were happy because of the great succes.

One day it was kind of a mess at work, so your one assistent wasn't enough. You brought one of your best workers to find a second assistent. You gave them a list with questions to ask.

After some days they found the 'perfect assistent'. You were stunned that someone actually passed the list. Tommorow you will meet the person.

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You walked into the building with your suitcase, as always. Your black dress giving shape into your body. Your coat giving more elegance. You were maybe scary but you were (hella) attractive.

'Goodmorning boss.'

'Goodmorning ma'am.'

'Looking stunning as always ma'am.'

'Greeting miss.'

'Beautifull morning boss.'

You hated it when people were overfriendly. You always knew they did it to get promoted. Some people did it genuinly because they were nice and good persons, but some... you don't even want to get started.

'Goodmorning ma'am.' Aurora your assistent says.

'Goodmorning Aurora. Where is the newby?'

'He is bringing some of his supplies from downstairs.'

'Its a he? Interesting...'

'I heard his name is Lee Felix y/n.'

Only Aurora could call you by your actual name. She was your bestfriend and you both liked to gossip a bit.

'Interesting, interesting... If he is present, send him to mine office.'

'I will surely do, ma'am y/n.'

you laugh.

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ミミ◦❧◦°˚°◦.¸¸◦°´❤•.¸♥ 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓿 ♥¸.•❤´°◦¸¸.◦°˚°◦☙◦彡彡

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I am standing in a very large building. There are everywhere glass windows. I have a box between mine arms. This company is very precise i heard. I alreaddy got a hole tour of the building and where to go.

I went to the elevator and clicked on the number 70.

The trip went very slow, because it stopped at almost 70 deparments.

Finally it reached mine destinition.

'Welcome, sir. I am Aurora. I am one of the assistents of miss y/n. She requested you to enter her office.'

'Thank you.'

I putted mine box down at mine new desk. Aurora pointed at the big door. The door is all black.

I knocked on the door three times untill i heard a woman voice say: Enter.

I opened the door and saw a beautifull woman sitting behind her desk.

'Goodmorning...' she looked at her paper 'Lee Felix. You may enter.'

I was to stunned to speak, i never saw such beauty. Her eyes were shining, i can't describe what i was feeling at the moment. It was just magical.

'Mine pleasure, ma'am.'

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ミミ◦❧◦°˚°◦.¸¸◦°´❤•.¸♥ 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓸𝓿 ♥¸.•❤´°◦¸¸.◦°˚°◦☙◦彡彡

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You were strong to keep your head cool, but when you made eye-contact with him. Something inside you started beating faster.

'You can sit down.'

He sat down.

'You have gotten some information about our system, did you understand everything.'

'Yes ma'am.'

'Everyday your duty is to fill the report cards and give it to me at the end of the day.'

He nods.

'At the end of the day, i will call mine assistents in mine office. Always have the report cards with you.'

'Yes ma'am.'

'Good, welcome to the company.'

i reach out to his hand. His felt soft.

'Thank you ma'am.' he stood up from his seat. He left and closed the door.

The first interaction between you two... but not the last...

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Some months passed, and Lee Felix got used to the system and the way of working.

Felix got attached to your prescence. You never noticed that. He always waited for you to come and tried to get as close to you as possible.

You loved the way his pinky always touched yours.

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ミ★ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 ★彡

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There was a part going on at the company. They say adults can't go wild, but when you came in there, your mouth fell open. Litterly beasts, every drinks and cans. It was wild. The music was to loud, the lights were dark but bright at the same time.

There were people standing on the desk, shouting and screaming drunkly, and also singing songs false.

You came with your assistent (bestfriend) Aurora to the Office Party. It was quit easy to find a way into the crowd, because even tho they were drunk. They knew you were their boss.

'Never knew they could go wild like that.' Aurora shouted.

'I know right, they are like animals.'

You were looking around, trying to find some regular people or people you actually liked. You saw felix sitting at the bar with a drink in his hand, he was looking at the people who were dancing. He looked very handsome, his suit was so tight.

Suddenly he turned his head and you two made eye-contact. Everyone in the room stopped moving, it was just you and him in the moment. The moment that would forever last in your memory, but not in the actual world.

He came over to you while Aurora was flirting with some random worker of yours.

'Goodevening miss, its quit loud here don't you think?'

'Yes indeed, its very loud. I have the feeling that mine eardrums could explode at any moment now.'

'Are your ears hurting that much?' he asked.

'Yes, a bit.'

You never saw that coming but he covered with his hands your ears. Keeping your back close to his chest. You could feel and hear his heartbeat rising when your leaning in.

'You maybe want to go somewhere a bit quieter, miss?' he asked.

'That would wiser than staying here.'

He took your hand and leaded you towards your office.

'Thank you, Felix.'

'Its mine pleasure, miss.'

For a few moments it was quit uncomfortable the silents, but it was peacefull. You two made eye-contact from across the room. The heat was rising every moment. You could see the bulge in his pants grow bigger and bigger every second.

He walked over to you and just stood infront of you. Just staring in your eyes. Your hands placed on his chest.

'What are you planning to do?' you asked.

'Something i planned for a long time.' he said smirking.

He placed his hand on the wall which you were leaning against to. He started to kiss your jaw-line, leaving sloppy kisses behind. He started to leave hickey's on your neck.

He started to slowly undress you, throwing your clothe's on the floor. You had black lingerie on, it was beautifull. His clothe's were off before you could count to three.

You two were kissing eachother softly, just enjoying eachother scent and touch. You were walking backwards towards your desk. You jumped on your desk, pushing all your papers and document out of the way. Making sure everything is off the desk.

He gently layed you on the desk, with your arms wrapped around his neck. His fingers wandering towards your panties, gently rubbing against your clit. He could feel how wet you alreaddy were. You attached your lips with his, kissing eachother open-mouthed. Your tongue's dancing and twirling with eachother.

Your hands wandered into his underwear. Pulling his lenght out and gently stroking it. He was whimpering into your mouth. He slowly pulled your panties down. Positioning himself between your legs. You could feel the tip of his cock against your pussy.

He pushed himself into you. Looking at you with a concerned face, just to make sure your enjoying it. You pulled him into a sloppy kiss again. He slowly pumped into you, softly stroking your hair. Your hands also wandered into his hair, it was very soft. You both were moaning into eachothers mouth.

His pumping got a little bit faster. Supporting your back with his hands, making sure you are comfortable. You were about to cum, your hands gripping on his back. Your back was arched, sweat dripping from your forehead.

'I am g-going to c-cum, b-baby.' you said, trying to catch your breath.

His pace started to harsher and faster. You putted your hands behind his head, wanting to look him in the eyes. His lips were swollen, his face sweatty, his hair was wet.

You both came at the same moment. His forehead resting on yours. Gently stroking your cheek with his hand. He brought you in for a kiss again, the kiss was full of passion. Resting in eachothers arm. His chin was laying on your head. Swinging to the left and right. You felt safe, you felt loved, you felt real.

'I love you Y/N.'

You turned your head to look at him.

'I love you to Felix.'

Bringing him again for a kiss.

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You both tried to keep your relationship a secret, but everyone could see the tension between you two. You two couldn't stop touching eachother.

Felix was also constantly in your office, suspicious isn't it? The desk always reminded you of that evening with him. A wonderfull memory, to caress for your entire life with him.

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THE END

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kelean · 1 year

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been thinking a lot about moxxi lately and i actually love her so much. like

i love her silly jokes you would usually expect from a middle schooler and not a grown ass woman and i love how she giggles right after them

i love when she’s doing her mechanical stuff and you can see that this is a hobby she enjoys so so so much and actually knows her shit, talking in these smart technical terms

i love when she sings this little song of hers in the garage during her spare time when no one sees her and not really caring if she’s hitting these notes or not

i love when you can hear the intensity of emotions in her voice - like her anger at the hodunks’ clan for scarring her for life or her worry about tim when pretty boy captures him - actually, my favorite thing ever is when she lets her “sexy mask” slip off completely and just says whatever the fuck she feels like saying

i love that you can see how much she cares about her children, risking her own life at a very young age to make sure their lives would be better

i love how casually she says that she went to dinner with tim - who looked very much like jack - only because she was hungry and doesn’t make a big deal out of it - because of course she would’ve easily defended herself if needed

i love when in bl3 she lets herself a bit of a break and does a little dance in her bar for a few secons before returning to the businesswoman persona

i love how she straight-up doesn’t give a fuck aboud dead bodies laying around her bar when you first meet her in bl1, doing some hat tricks and talking nonchalantly to you about the next mission and where to find athena

and i love how she’s actually so into watching vault hunters fight - like literally giggling and cheering for them - because hey! violence is fun especially when it’s done against the bad guys

i just love moxxi so, so much, especially in these blink-and-you-miss-it moments when she shows her true self

#im playing bl1 dlcs and i have SO many feelings about her. my actual wife #her underdome lines are just PRICELESS literally blushing and twiriling my hair and kicking my feet every time she says something #borderlands #mad moxxi #vi.txt

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happyk44 · 8 months

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Hazel tucked her chin against her knees. Shadows were blustering around her, picking up pens and making notations on a dozen different stray papers while Pluto stared, wide-eyed, at the three monitors in front of him. His eyes never flickered away from the one in front of him, but the mouse scrolled rapidly to either side, opening spreadsheets and clacking in numbers.

She liked watching him work. It was kind of funny. For other people it was probably creepy, his dead-eyed stare, pale skin illuminated by the bright monitor in the dim office. Shadows twisted around like tertiary limbs. He barely moved anything but his fingers. Didn't speak a word.

But work was done, vacations approved, overtime denied, gem and metal requests from various gods reviewed, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

It was so neat. She wondered if this is how she looked when she reviewed Camp Jupiter's spending. She probably moved more than he did, but the wide-eyed hyperfocused stare, everything else falling to the wayside of shadows and unimportance - she was sure that existed in her. Although she was definitely more startled by sudden presences than he was.

He didn't mind her watching him. He was fully aware she was there, greeted her when she walked in and patted her head when she sat on the edge of his desk, observing.

She glanced over to the monitor. Her eyes scanned through the data. It was an update on the recent mining activity - a couple dozen souls had recently been sentenced to the mines as punishment. Production would increase. Naturally. They'd need to figure out what to prioritize in digging out. No sense in increasing production if the gems being pulled weren't in demand.

Off the top of her head, Hazel considered what she'd do. Review past requests, see what was most popular around this season, what would be most popular in the upcoming season, start on the prep for that. Maybe she'd have some people look over the current trends in jewelry. People weren't clamouring for diamonds the same way they used to be. She was pretty sure pearls were coming back into style this year. Moonstone looked close enough.

She poked Pluto with her finger. He hummed, curiously, sparing her no look, but one of the wiry shadows blustering around poked her back.

She tucked her smile behind her knees. "Do you have moonstone availability?"

"I can," he said easily. "Moonstone does require more pressure to form. And very high temperatures. I usually build it closer down to Tartarus and near the Phlegethon." The screens blurred in a piston of movement as his fingers clicked and clacked at the keyboard and deftly moved about the mousepad. "Yama has very fine moonstone beneath his earth, as well. I'm sure he'd be happy to take some of our beloathed for punishment in exchange." He tilted his face in her direction. "Do you think moonstone will be viable this period?"

Her lip bit raw in her mouth. But she relaxed and nodded. "I do. Pearls are popular this year, but expensive. And there still exists concerns over harvesting. Moonstone is a much more inexpensive substitute and, if well crafted, will be indistinguishable from the untrained eye."

His eyes held her in that same dead-eyed stare. And then they softened. A smile gently graced his face. He slid his chair closer to her and caught the back of her head, bringing her down for a gentle kiss on the head.

"Smart girl," he mused as he slid away. "I'll make a note to increase our moonstone production then."

She grinned widely and resisted the urge to wiggle in excitement. Instead, she relaxed and let herself lean into the wall. The monitors twisted ever so slightly so she could still see them at her new angle.

Maybe Pluto would take her to meet his Hindu counterpart. She considered that, herself tucked into her father's side, dressed clean but not flashy, a little businesswoman at a godly business meeting.

It was exciting to think of. Already thoughts were flowing about what she'd say to urge his "Yes" to the moonstone mining beneath his earth. Pluto had friends across all the chthonic pantheons. They thought he was interesting, and his temperance was smooth enough to handle even the most rowdy of them, but still. She wanted to prove herself in this way. Prove she was of him, the same way Nico was. That she deserved a place at their table too.

I am my father's daughter, she thought. The underground, where all the mineral wealth hides, is my world too.

#my writing #my fanfic #hades (pjo)#hazel levesque #happy talks pjo

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lucidmagic · 2 years

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Modern AU BusinessWoman!Alcina x PersonalAssistant!Reader (part 2 of 3)

Ugh, fine I’ll do a part two to the BusinessWoman!Alcina x PersonalAssistant!Reader, since you guys asked so nicely.

This probably not the progression many of you were wanting, but I wanted to explore Alcina’s POV of their relationship and what moments solidified her feelings and such. Regardless, enjoy!

Alcina Dimitrescu has everything: money, success, power, three smart, talented, beautiful daughters, a great fashion sense, amazing boobs, and a large mansion with over a dozen acres.

Well everything . . . except a fucking decent, capable assistant that doesn’t run screaming into the hills every four months or so. Alcina swears they do it just for the severance check by now.

She wouldn’t say she was desperate-- Alcina Dimitrescu is never desperate, people were desperate for her, not the other way around. But . . . she was in dire need. Her daughters know of her mercurial ways and has already set up a pot for when the next assistant will quit or be fired.

(Insert scene where Alcina first notices the Reader, I’ll expand on it later on if I decide to write this more thoroughly).

The next day, Alcina is scheduled to meet with Nepotism Junior’s pitch and proposal. Much to her surprise it was you who made the presentation and answered the questions-- saying that Junior is unfortunately out, deathly sick. Alcina knows the truth-- he’s hungover and withdrawing from the lines he snorted last night. It was a well known secret. But the way you conducted yourself before the board, despite your . . . meek fashion sense-- clothes untailored, slightly too worn, about five years out of date-- made up for the lack of Nepotism Junior and your appearance. Alcina wouldn’t say she impressed, but you exceeded her (rather low) expectations.

(Even she has to admit the proposal was quite decent, even by her standards. Sure it needed some elaboration on some areas, some things adjusted, but otherwise a solid proposal. She’s more impressed that Nepotism Junior came up with--

Ah, well that would explain it. . .)

“Give Nepotism Junior our congratulations for his work and presentation. We have a feeling we’ll be moving forward with his proposal.” There it is. The twitch of your mouth and the sharp look in your eye is all she needed to confirm her suspicions.

She went back to her office and made sure to scan over your employee file and Nepotism Junior’s file. Your performance is high, despite not getting a degree in the field, a related subject sure, but not something she would typically suspect. And judging from Nepotism Junior’s performance since you joined the company, his numbers steadily increased since you were hired. Alcina scoffs at how she missed the signs, but she caught it now and that’s what matters.

The next week you were her new assistant, a drab, meek woman who somehow went under her radar. Well, you’re in her sights now and there’s no escaping.

Sixteen months and 10 days. She puts you through the ringer, admittedly. And she had no regrets doing so. If you didn’t do well in the first month how was she supposed to believe you would do your job months down the line? Simple logistics. Some may say unnecessary, cruel, or even diabolical, but she counters with effectual, capability, and obligatory. She requires the absolute best if she’s to do her job properly. It’s an investment, really.

Alcina’s daughters start to fill the pot and giving their dates of when you’ll be fired or you’ll quit. They say about 2 months.

Fifteen months. Alcina doesn’t have to wait long before you’re beside her and handing her morning latte when she disembarks the elevator, exactly what she likes. You rattling off her schedule and the game plan and she only needs to give you a few curt orders before you’re scurrying off to do as she bids. Good. Fast. Efficient. It was a good choice stealing you from Nepotism Junior when she had the chance. Good investment.

Alcina and you mesh surprisingly well, for the most part. There are some challenges with communication and you two’s expectations. But after some clarification, she doesn’t expect to make those mistakes again. Your personality is also surprisingly pleasant to be around, admittedly. You’re considerate, patient, and often sarcastic. You clip back when she gives an off handed, sometimes ill-mannered comment. And . . . the energy returned always leaves her smirking. One time she gives you a back handed compliment and the first time you replied with one back with equal energy, she definitely had to take pause to process it. She could have fired you or reprimanded you.

Instead, she dismissed you. She nearly snorted in laughter the second time it happened.

The pot grows and the girls are getting impatient and starting to change their predictions. They’re extending it to four months.

Fourteen and Thirteen months. The girls adore you, especially after the impromptu movie day. Especially, Cassandra who always had issues opening up to people. You treat them with respect and you take time to listen to their rambles. You are interested in their school tales and hobbies and you make them laugh. It makes a smile grace Alcina’s lips when she watches from her desk when her daughters are due to visit the office and they rush to your desk to greet you, even Bela the most distant of the bunch. You seem to have won her over regardless. Daniella always gives you a hug when they leave for the day. You always rustle her hair and receive a toothy grin in return.

(No, Alcina’s heart didn’t warm slightly and no she didn’t have to hide a smile at the display, it was the trick of the light.)

Twelve to Eleven months. You like heavy metal music, saying it helps you calm your thoughts when things are hectic. You bite the inside of you cheek when you’re concentrating hard on a spreadsheet or schedule. You wiggle or tap your foot when you’re under-stimulated, especially in meetings. Alcina has to physically place her hand on your knee to make you stop. If it took a few seconds longer than necessary, it was because it was to make sure the wiggling would cease. That’s all.

You prefer wraps over sandwiches and you like that rundown smoothie shop down the street. She has started to like it as well, especially the mocha one they make. She learns about how you managed to get back on your feet when your parents kick you out at the age of sixteen. You didn’t get to have the time and money for college until your early to mid twenties and even then you had to work full time parallel to your studies. It puts into perspective Alcina’s own privilege. And why you’re so reluctant about spending money on yourself. She abstains from making comments on your clothes from then on.

You know about her secret stash of chocolate and she made you swear to secrecy about it through a mouthful of M&Ms. The mirth in your eyes told her you wanted to laugh but was stopping yourself. Alcina supposes it was a bit ridiculous. But she has a reputation to keep.

Alcina appreciates the insights on things. She admittedly values your contributions. Sometimes she takes the suggestions and sometimes she can’t. That’s the way of business. But she makes sure she brings up your contribution in the presentations and meetings, which earns Alcina a grateful smile from you. The girls mention she’s a bit sprier when she gets home, a bit more lighthearted. The two are not connected. The girls tease nonetheless.

The pot doesn’t really grow and the girls hesitate to renew their predictions. They still do, but reluctantly.

Ten to Nine months. One time Bela got into a fight at school. Like a real fight. Fists bruised and lips busted kind of fight. Alcina couldn’t get to the school to pick her up, so she sent you to fetch her daughter and bring her home. It was the first time you’ve been inside the Dimitrescu Manor. You’ve seen it from the outside when escorting Alcina to various functions. But you’ve never been permitted inside. It was a far cry from your tiny abode, that’s for sure. Bela was silent for most of your stay, only asking if you needed anything or if you wanted to know where the bathroom is. Her eyes were distant. Eventually, without prompting, she confided in you. She said she punched some kid who has been teasing her for the past year, especially making comments about her mom. She said she lost it after a particular homophobic and sexist comment-- she never had to encounter such a thing due to Alcina’s openness and generally being around accepting people. She never had to actually face bigotry like that before. You hug her to your side as the tears start to form in her eyes and she asks you why some people would hate her mom like that.

When Alcina came home, she made a beeline for Bela-- but you just managed to intercept her. You told her the general idea of what happened-- Bela was defending her mother and she’s still processing things about the world that you think Alcina needs to sit her down and really talk to her about. Alcina looked like she wanted to push you aside before the words registered and then she deflated after a few seconds. You went to keep Cassandra and Daniella company while the two talked. The younger two girls were just happy you were there and knew how to play Mario Cart.

You don’t know if it’s related but the next week, the girls (and by proxy Alcina) invited you to game night. You nearly beat Alcina in Settlers of Catan and apparently that’s a big deal in the household.

The pot remains the same. The girls refuse to make bids. They don’t want you to go.

Eight months. Alcina searches for you in the packed ballroom. You’re not dressed to the nines, similar to most of the assistants off to the side, as technically you’re on the clock. Which is a shame really. She would have loved to see you freshen up and fit into something other than a button up and cardigan. But alas, it seems you had other plans in foiling her hopes. Her eyes finally land on you and yours hers and makes an almost instinctual smile cross her lips. Those are coming easier it seems. She doesn’t want to think as to why. Someone comes up to you and she can just see the words “dance” and “with me” forming on their lips. The smile is immediately gone, replaced by a scowl and something heavy and clutching around her heart. It’s slightly alleviated when she sees you decline politely.

Alcina asks why you turned the person down earlier when you two are resting in her living room, the girls long asleep. You shrug and say you don’t know how to dance like they probably wanted and didn’t want to embarrass yourself. She scoffs and stands and extends her hand to you, eyes leaving no room for argument. She tries not to think too hard as to why she likes your hand in hers and why her heart is beating so rapidly. You’re a fast learner, though you keep your head down, watching your feet so you don’t step on heels worth two months rent. It’s fine, she thinks, she gets to unabashedly admire you while you’re distracted.

Seven to Six months. The girls tease Alcina. Alcina dismisses their claims and playfully threaten to fire you as revenge. They always vehemently protest when she does. But there’s a fleeting thought when Valentines days approaches of her getting you a gift. She can’t really deny it anymore, can she? It’s been like this for a while.

She remembers the exact incident that she knew what her feelings started to develop into. It was about four months into your stint as assistant and she was on her balcony, smoking after a long day in preparation for a long weekend with the girls. You entered with her comfort food from the Romanian restaurant down the street and a bottle of wine. Alcina didn’t even have to tell you. She invited you to stay and rest of the evening was . . . nice. Very nice. Alcina thought she wouldn’t mind if you two had more afternoons like these. It was so small. So insignificant in comparison. And yet, you made it seem big.

Alcina suggests that the pot could be used to give you gift of some kind for the holiday. The younger girls agree wholeheartedly and started to come up with gift ideas immediately. Bela joins in moments later-- after she eyes Alcina for a few seconds, knowingly. Alcina ignores her.

You’re surprised when the girls run up to your desk and hand over a haphazardly wrapped present, courtesy of Daniella’s enthusiasm. You open it at their insistence and you love it, judging by the squeals from the girls. Alcina smiles to herself in her office.

Five months. There’s a gala and the girls are giggling in the foyer. When Alcina finishes up, she descends down her staircase yet nearly trips over her own heels. She doesn’t know what possessed you to dress to the nines this time, but she’s suddenly glad she’s a dozen feet above you so you don’t see the flush across her chest and cheeks. You’re stunning and it’s suddenly very hard to breathe. Ah, so that’s why her daughters were giggling-- her imminent death falling down the stairs. You’re staring up at her with that dopey, goofy grin like when you say an absolutely atrocious pun and are waiting for Alcina to groan in response. The girls continue to giggle and nudge one another when you’re not looking.

“You clean up very nicely,” Alcina manages to say, not a waver in her voice.

You shrug, cheeks darkening, smirk on your face turning sheepish. “Figured just this once I’d try to turn some heads if I can help it.”

Alcina makes a show of looking you up and down, both to make you squirm under scrutiny and for her own selfish memory. “There’s no doubt you will.”

Four months. When you got the call and poked your head in the meeting, knowing that Alcina wasn’t to be disturbed, the moment her eyes land on your face she knew something was wrong. She could barely process your words, the only things getting through was Cassandra, sick, and hospital. Your hand is warm when it lands on her forearm, “I already called a driver to take you to the hospital. Go. I’ll finish the meeting for you.” If it was anyone else, she may have scoffed and did the arrangements herself. But not you. She barely goes to the office for those 23 days when Cassandra is touch and go and nearing death’s door. You give her some things to keep busy, like paper work and reports mostly for signatures and for ehr to review, but you mostly hold down the castle while also chauffeuring the Dimitrescu family back and forth. Alcina is fraying but she has to be strong. For her girls. For herself. She must be strong, she must be strong, she must be strong-- suddenly she’s sobbing in your beat up, over a decade old car two weeks into Cassandra’s admittance. She’s then in your arms, and she’s clutching at your back, tears staining your shirt and she can’t remember the last time she’s cried like this before. But you’re there, cooing in her ear (”I got you. I got you. It’s okay. I got you.”) and your arms are sure and sturdy around her trembling frame. She’s grateful it was you who held her while she was shattering.

Three months. There’s part of Alcina knows that things have gotten too far gone. Professionalism isn’t even in the cards anymore. Part of her, the rational, business, and pragmatic side tells her to end things while they are ahead, it’ll stop future heartbreak and a potential sexual harassment lawsuit. The other side, the lesser known emotional and romantic one, says to just confess and see where things go, then she’ll know what to do next. There are two outcomes: either you feel the same or you don’t. Either way, Alcina Dimitrescu is terrified.

Two months. Admittedly, she drank more than she should around you, her inhibitions are down and things are a bit fuzzy and you’re sitting there laughing at something she slurringly said. The girls are asleep and Alcina decided to break out the vintage before you both head to bed yourselves. It’s a recipe for disaster if there ever was one. She’s drunk and in love, which is one in the same, and the moonlight is hitting your profile just right that it takes her breath away. Leaning forward, she wanted to take your breath away too. But all that turned up was cool air and rejection. She asks why and she can see your mouth moving yet she can only hear is her own thoughts: she doesn’t want you, she doesn’t love you, she doesn’t love you like you love her. She. Doesn’t. Love. You. Alcina’s memory fades after that and, the next thing she knows, she’s waking to a splitting headache, a few aspirin by her bedside, and a empty bed. The girls were confused as to why you weren’t there for breakfast.

One month and 9 days. You’re cold and so is Alcina. Things are okay but also not and it hurts. Business goes on as usual, despite the ache in her chest every time she sees you. But it’s better than not feeling anything at all. Like what you feel for her. Alcina keeps things professional, strictly so-- like it should have been from the beginning. She should probably talk to you about it but she’s angry at herself for being so stupid and stubborn and hurting that she forgoes such things. She hates you. She hates it all. She hates herself the most.

1 day. Her girls are confused as to why you’re not being invited anywhere anymore. You’re still speaking to them like nothing happened and she applauds you for not forgoing her daughters like you did to her. And it’s Daniella who breaks first and asks Alcina directly. Bela and Cassandra look at the mother like she’s the most idiotic woman in the world when she explains what happened. Daniella cusses in front of Alcina for the first time by saying, “You’re a fucking moron.”

Day 0. For the first in two decades, Alcina Dimitrescu was nervous to enter the office. She needed to talk to you. Needed to clear the air and . . . tell you. Her girl’s gave her words of encouragement that morning and by the time she stepped into the elevator that pep-talk is vastly waning. You met her like usual when she stepped off, your voice clipped and void of that usual bite and energy she liked. She should have done this earlier.

“Meet me in the the office. There are something we need to discuss.”

“Yes, there is,” You reply, coolly.

Alcina should have know from that it wasn’t going to go the way she imagined. Because when you entered her office later that morning, you were holding a single piece of paper. She knew immediately what it was and she knew she was too late.

It was the only time her hand trembled when she accepted a two weeks notice.

Don’t worry I’ll do a part 3 :) I wanted to explore the Reader’s and Alcina’s relationship from the other side before a potential resolution. So, you can say things got away from me lol. Hope you enjoyed and hopefully the next part will be out soon, but it depends on my free time. Fun fact I listened to She Gets the Flowers by Beth McCarthy on repeat while expanding on this, which got me in the mood to write so give it a listen if you want to know the vibes.

PART 1

PART 3

#alcina dimitriscu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #re8 alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina dimitrescu #alcina #alcina x reader #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #my fic #fanfic ideas #my fanfic #lucidmagic

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non-stop-imagines · 5 months

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Cheating?! This is such a treat! The title that caught a my eyes the most is “Hate U,Mean it”. If we can have a lilllll sneak peek of it 😶

I'm glad you're enjoying this little sneak peak moment! 🥰You absolutely may! 😁😊

(I absolutely did just type this up. I wanted to have something typed up for it anyway so thank you for the motivation 🤣)

(Hint: Who remembers me answering a question about a cheating trope...?)

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"Hi, baby!" You hear your sister squeal as she greets her boyfriend inside of your guys' shared apartment. After a few terribly audible kisses you hear the obnoxious laugh you've hear far too many times through your sister's phone.

"Hey, sunshine. How are you doing today?" His voice makes you cringe slightly, and you weren't completely sure why, but you have found it necessary to question it.

"I'm doing great now that my boyfriend and my favorite sister in the world finally get to actually meet each other." Layla voice gets louder as she and Daniel approach the living room where you sat on the couch with your laptop.

"I'm your only sister, doofus." You call back to her, not looking toward the archway entrance that your sister pads her way through with her socked feet, wrapping her arms around you neck over the back of the couch.

"Details, details." She reaches forward and slightly lowers your laptop screen, not enough to shut it, but enough to make you focus on your sister fully. You two were twins, identical twins to be exact, but the golden retriever aura your sister gave off was an obvious contrast to your black cat aura, and it was exceptionally evident in any interaction that included both of you. "Sister Yn, boyfriend Daniel. Boyfriend Daniel, sister Yn." Your sister waved between the two of you as she introduced you two to each other for the first time in real life.

"Sister Yn." You've only seen that smile in passing, a quick glance at Layla's phone when you heard his voice, but seeing it in person was like staring into stadium lights.

"Please, I'm no nun. Just Yn is fine." You eye the hand he had held out for you to shake but don't return the gesture, instead returning your gaze to his and letting a smug grin grow on your lips. When you did this you saw a small twist in his face as he pulled his hand back and your sister stands to wrap her arms around his waist.

"Well, just Daniel is fine for me." His arms instinctively wrap around Layla's shoulders to pull her into him, his eyes still stuck on you.

"I don't know, I think 'Boyfriend Daniel' is kinda fun." You joke and open your laptop again to continue the work you were doing.

"Lovely." You didn't even try to hide the smirk on your face when you hear the disdain in his voice from the unexpected nickname that was just donned on him.

"Yn, be nice. Come on, Danny. We were already disrupting the businesswoman hard at work. We'll catch her later when she hopefully nicer and less busy. And possibly after she orders us take out for dinner." She tries to rush out the last bit of her spiel but knew she was caught was you hold out your hand without looking at her, to which she disconnects herself from her boyfriend and walks back over to you while taking her card out of her phone case.

"Smart girl. I'll let you know when the food is here." You call after them, allowing them to leave the family room to head to her bedroom, still able to hear their conversation briefly.

"She's nice I promise. Just a little shy which makes her seem kinda mean in the beginning. I promise you two will be best friends in no time." Your sister's words twisted your heart ever so slightly. You wanted to try a be friends with Daniel, for her sake, but even just being friendly with him has proven to be difficult for you. There was something unnerving about how chipper he was all the time.

"I know, sunshine. She really does seem very nice. Some people just take more time to warm up to people than others. And lucky for you and me, I'm a very patient boy." These words alone, and the oddly flirty tone it was said in, brought back your cringe from earlier. In that moment, you decided it would be easiest to let yourself dislike Daniel than to force yourself to like him, and you were determined to stand firm on that decision.

"I'm so sorry, Layla. But your boyfriend gets on my last nerves." You quietly apologize to your sister, who was no doubt already in her room, door closed and well out of earshot.

#anon #formula 1 #black reader #WIPS Game #daniel ricciardo

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aviandtheseals · 8 months

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The Rowntrees Ultimate Decades Challenge - Winter 1374

I'm not feeling as motivated to play and I'm starting college soon, so I'm going to try writing shorter posts from now on. This year will be a story in 4 parts (one each season).

At the start of 1374, news arrived in the village: the fighting in the war against France had come to an end! A few men who fought came back to the village, but news from Gilbert hadn't arrived yet. The family waited anxiously for Gilbert's return but were not sure when he'd arrive. For the time, Kymmie chose not to say anything to Sabina, to not get her hopes up.

Since Finnian's injury, the women were left to take care of the garden. Kymmie and Sabina did not have the strength or stamina to work outside for long hours, so a lot of the tasks fell to Edussa. However, having her work in the garden brought down the store, which Kymmie was often too busy to open.

Edussa loved running the store. She learned simple math from Kymmie when she first married into the family and enjoyed counting up the change and bartering with customers. While gardening, she tried to come up with ideas to make gardening more efficient, so she could return to running the store. Then one day, Edussa came up with a plan she thought was good enough to run by her mother-in-law.

Kymmie had noticed that Edussa did not enjoy gardening and tried to calm her daughter-in-law.

"I know gardening is boring, but perhaps it would help for you to concentrate on the food and money we will get once the crops are harvested," Kymmie advised. "And you taking care of the garden means Finnian is not stressing about it, and he will heal faster."

Edussa was not convinced. "Um, yeah," she said distractingly. "Speaking of the garden, um, I had an idea of how we can take care of it without me having to do it. But I'm really not sure it will work."

Kymmie wanted to chuckle at Edussa's nervousness. She went for a joke instead. "What is it, sell me off as hunting bait? Because I think I'm too old to fetch that good of a price."

Edussa smiled weakly. "So I was thinking, we can't afford to hire a gardener. But... what if we can?"

Kymmie looked on, confused.

"There's going to be a lot of men coming from the war, right?" Edussa spoke quickly. "So, there will be more people, but the same number of jobs. And probably some people who don't have any life to get back to will pass through our village. And all these people will need jobs but won't need to be paid much. If we hire a gardener now, we can pay him half the usual price and still find someone."

Immediately after she said her idea, Edussa wished she hadn't. Kymmie was usually kind to her, but what if she thought Edussa was lazy or ungrateful for not just dealing with the current God-given circumstances?

But Kymmie beamed at her instead.

"Edussa, sweetie, that's a wonderful idea! You are a very clever young lady to think about the situation like that. You are right. I remember my father telling me that after he came back from the war when he was young, many stragglers showed up on his farm looking for jobs. I will open the shop tomorrow and ask around for someone looking for a job."

Kymmie wondered how many ideas Edussa had kept quiet about because she feared a negative response.

"Sweetheart, you're a very smart woman," Kymmie told her daughter-in-law. "When you have ideas, even if they end up not working out, you should still tell me about them. It's important to be curious and constantly think about ways to improve your situation."

After talking to Kymmie, Edussa was ecstatic. Her entire life she thought her purpose was to be a good mother, and she was shocked when her first child didn't bring her the joy she expected. Now Edussa realized her purpose was to be a good mother, just not in the way she thought. She wanted to run the store successfully and come up with tricks to sell more stuff. And one day, by being a successful businesswoman, she would make enough money to guarantee her children didn't have to be serfs. Edussa was grateful that she married into a family where she wasn't just stuck as a farmer's wife.

#i actually cropped the screenshots this time so that's exciting #i am not a photography person these screenshots are minimal effort lolz #ultimate decades challenge #ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 historical #ts4 story #the rowntrees #ts4 simblr #udc #the rowntrees 1370s

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grendelsmilf · 10 months

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i truly do not understand people who think taylor swift is some sort of genius lyricist like. do they not know of any other singer songwriters 😭 girlie has made some fun pop songs but her lyrics are truly nothing to write home about, please have higher standards people!!!

yeah it feels very myopic and unimaginative to me. like you’ve never strayed past the most marketable palatable options for music to listen to. like i think that joanna newsom is one of if not the greatest english lyricists of our generation, and she’s also a conventionally attractive extremely white woman, so it’s not even like it’s a matter of aesthetics (although i do understand how her music could be unpalatable to fans of pop). i do think taylor swift is smart and capable of making good music, but i don’t think artistry is really her goal most of the time, so im not sure why people flock to defend her in droves, since i think she’d ultimately rather be seen as a successful businesswoman, which she undoubtedly is.

#ask #anon

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Methane seems to have made a lot of use of paps for all kinds of occasions, and no doubt every time she thought Harry was around, in that pic you referred to she had to have called the paps to let them know where she was and given them a reason to believe it would sell, was that from when she was dating the ginger whinger?

Oh she had them on speed dial. Every single time she went to the airport they were there. Remember in India? As if the paps were just hanging out at an empty airport hoping someone famous came along.

They settled for her.

The best is when she made sure The Economist was showing though, like she’s some smart businesswoman😂

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roppongi-division · 5 months

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Zakari's Thoughts on Shinagawa Division

Ritsuko Okada

"Oh geez, another scientist? Is there some sort of phase going on that I didn't hear about? When did becoming a crazy and, quite possibly, murderous researcher become a thing? And to make matters worse, I think this woman may be crazier than the previous two we've spoken about. I mean, they all have their levels of 'crazy', but this woman..." Zakari shivers at her photo.

Miho Kobayashi

"I know her. She's one of the people running that huge medical company. I've seen her on T.V., magazine covers, newspaper articles. Even the company's website has her face and a few others on it. I'm sure being a businesswoman is cool and all, but I don't think it's for me. I'll stick to performing dangerous and life-threatening tricks on stage in my parents' nightclub, thanks."

Sumire Shinomiya

"I like Sumire! My parents are a bit apprehensive when it comes to her, but I think they're just blowing things out of proportion. I ran into her when I ventured into Shinagawa once, out of curiosity. I saw a bunch of people gathered in a circle behind a plaza. I went up to it and saw they were having a bunch of robots fight each other! I thought it was boring until I found out they were taking bets on who would win, which immediately got my attention!"

"I put all of the money I had on me on the robot being controlled by the purple-haired ponytail girl. And what do you know? She won! I would have wanted to see another match, but the police had to come at that exact moment. It sucked watching her get arrested, but thankfully she got out the next time I visited. A girl like her is way too smart to be behind bars."

"After I introduced myself, she gave me a list of where the next robot fights would take place. Because of incidents like before, they couldn't use the same place twice. I told her that no matter who her opponent is, I'll always bet on her!"

CodeX

"Wow... I think this might be the first team we've faced that I can say I'm a bit scared to face. ...But, it's a 'good' scare, though. Like, I know going up against may be dangerous, but... you know how the threat of losing or dying can bring something out in you that you didn't know you had? It's kinda like that with this team. Facing them is risky as hell, but... well, you know me. I've never backed down from a challenge, no matter how risky it is! After all, the greater the risk, the greater the reward!"

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #zakari hiroya #private party #roppongi division #shinagawa division #codex #ritsuko okada #miho kobayashi #sumire shinomiya

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Lmao, people need to start getting serious and stop pretending that people immediately picking random famoua guys to pair Taylor off with after she announced she ditched Toe is something that would ever bother her, she is literally the woman who told a Vanity Fair interviewer in 2020 that in 2016 she and her dumb little female brain couldn't comprehend American politics until a big strong smart man with a superior man-brain came to the US from Britain and told her "Trump bad! Vote Democrat!" within like the first month he ever spent in America because for some dumb reason she thought it'd boost her chances of Miss Americana making the Oscar shortlist for Best Documentary

I love Taylor too but people really need to stop putting her on a pedestal and pretending that she doesn't quite often and quite purposely use misgogynistic tropes and shit to promote and sell whatever she's got going on at the time and that misogyny is actually something that bothers her 24/7 instead of something she likes to use to her advantage on occasions 💀

Anon, I think you are assuming that these truths cannot coincide, when I just don’t think that’s the case. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to post this, because I think some of the language is harmful, and I’m not honestly sure if you’re actually a Taylor fan or just a troll. But, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.

First of all, many of us have been perplexed and frustrated by some of the things she says and does—especially in the case of crediting joe for her political activism. However, Taylor has never portrayed herself as having a “dumb little female brain,” and I find that assertion to be offensive, even though I don’t think you’re actually knocking her intelligence.

I am also of the opinion that joe was a stand-in for Karlie in many ways. So Taylor saying that he encouraged her to speak up and be braver about her political stances could have been her way of honoring Karlie (who has always been politically outspoken) for encouraging Taylor in a similar way.

Taylor does a lot of things that mystify me. I don’t always understand her motives, other than to succeed in the music business. I think that’s always come first for her, even to the detriment of her personal life and relationships. Things like this or Grammygate perhaps are not the best look for someone who has framed herself as a feminist activist, but I think that can coexist with the fact that Taylor would be bothered by people constantly trying to tie her to a man.

It takes me back to the Archer: “I cut off my nose just to spite my face/ then hate my reflection for years and years” She does a lot of things that are contrary to her own beliefs out of fear and the need to be liked by the public. (See also: “I’ve never had the courage of my convictions as long as danger is near”). She doesn’t like that she does these things, and she doesn’t like that (to her it seems) the only way to succeed is by tying herself to a man. I think it’s clear through her lyrics (too many to list) that she wishes it wasn’t so.

Plus, it’s one thing to do it herself (and hate it all the while), but it’s a completely different thing to have others do it for you and rub your face in it. That would really suck.

So while you might say it’s hypocritical for her to be offended by the notion of people trying to match her up with a bunch of famous men, it’s not unrealistic for her to feel that way. I have always worked very hard to keep from putting her on a pedestal, as you mentioned, and I think part of doing that is recognizing the duality of Taylor, her beliefs, and her lyrics.

She’s a businesswoman, yes, but still a woman. Still a person. We’re all hypocritical sometimes, we all do things that we hate, and we all want to be told we’re strong enough to succeed on our own.

#k-w-y-w talking #I sure can ramble

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