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It had been a week and it was still raw.

It had been a week and Taylor felt adrift and hopeless and helpless.

In her brain she knew that she'd get over her. It was a matter of fact as real as gravity. She would survive. She would live. She would move on and she would love again and laugh again and feel like the world wasn’t all bullshit again.

She knew it.

But she didn’t feel it.

God she didn't feel it.

It had been a week since the break up. Since Selena had cleared out her stuff. Since the light in her heart went dark.

Taylor decided mid-way through a pint of chocolate caramel ice-cream that a week was long enough.

She grabbed her guitar, neglected for days. She took a deep breath and forced herself out of the haze.

She strummed the first chord and put her feelings into words that she sung from her heart and soul. She sung about getting over her.

Letting it out would make it true.

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fairy tales, author's choice,

Oh, but aren’t they so happy?
She loves him—you can tell by how
nervous she is, never meeting his eyes.
Such a sweet girl, so shy!
And he, he’s so in love,
glowing with it as he gazes
adoringly at her.
(Or is he looking at the gold around her throat,
The jewels in her tiara,
The marble floors and fine silver dishes.)

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tigriswolf

author's choice, author's choice, I heard tell of a realm, three lands over, by the sea. Two queens sit side-by-side on the thrones.

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tigriswolf

Animorphs, Rachel + team, There’s always a fallen warrior whispering

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tigriswolf

any magical fandom, any witch, Shadows unearthing Kingdom Come & rallying the dead

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tigriswolf

Disney, Moana/Cinderella, coffee dates and self-defense lessons

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any, any, body positive

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any, any, her side of the story

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jdl71.livejournal.com

They call me the 'Wicked Witch' but no one has ever given me a chance to tell my side of the story. I'm not really wicked, per say. But, when some scrawny teenage girl shows up in a flying house and dumps it on your sister, killing said sister, somehow I became the bad person in all of this. I was angry at the death f my sister. I was mourning her.

Dorothy killed my sister. My little sister and is she labeled a murderer? No! She's hailed as a hero. A hero! I think not. Not only did she kill my beloved sister, she then stole her ruby slippers. The ones I lent to my sister for her to wear to a dance the night before. I was only trying to get back what was mine. Rightfully mine. But am I given a chance to explain? No. Dorothy is not only a murderer but a thief as well. Two things that were overlooked.

It's funny how things work out. My sister and I never bothered the Munchkins. They just happen to be horrible people. They hate anyone who happens to be tall, who isn't in a position to do something for them. All our lives, my sister and I were bullied by them. Called names like giant or stretch. We tried to live in peace with them. My sweet sister and I did rule over them, yes. But, our family was the founding family of Oz. We didn't use spells or flying monkeys to keep them in line.

The Munchkins sided with Glenda because they didn't like the changes we tried to enact. Like taxes. How do you expect things to be fixed an paid for? Nothing in life is free. So, we proposed a tax system. That's when things went to hell.

They accused us of being witches. They claimed we had spell books. I've never cracked open a spell book in my life. What they saw wasn't a spell book but a book written in Latin. Then they went running to Glenda for protection. And of course, since she lost to me at homecoming in high school, it was inevitable that she would side with the Munchkins. It was all propaganda to oust us out of power.

Then they used the color of my skin against me. I turned green from a horrible reaction to medicine as a child. Was the doctor punished for his mistake? No. But I was. I was called a freak. Treated like my skin color was contagious. See, because of my skin color, I didn't make many friends. I had actually thought Glenda was a good friend of mine at one point but she proved me wrong when she made fun of me in high school because of my skin. Then we became 'frenemies'. It hurt to find out someone I trusted could betray me like that.

So, you see it's all been a big mistake. A misunderstanding if you will. I've never been given a chance to really tell my side of the story.

Now you know. Dorothy is a murdering thief, Glenda is not the goody, goody she makes herself out to be and the Munchkins are just haters.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

'The Not So Wicked Witch, after all.'

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RE: any, any, her side of the story

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MCU, Pepper/Natasha, Natasha thinks Pepper is the badass one.

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GI Joe, Scarlett, faking helplessness

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DC, Mari McCabe/Bruce Wayne, Gotham tabloids revealing that they're a couple

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Cirque du Freak, Arra Sails, having to do twice the work for half the credit

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DC, any femslash, I would do anything for you

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Avengers Academy, Misty Knight & Frigga, "I dub thee knight."

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Stargate Atlantis, Nancy Sheppard, sliding doors (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sliding_Doors) (the concept, not the movie).

Edited Date: 2018-01-23 04:54 pm (UTC)

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NCIS Los Angeles, Kensi Blye, me-time.

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Any, any, being one of the boys without compromising yourself.

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