Styles wanders into the Country Store next door. It’s a store he knows well. Inspecting the shelves, he asks if I’ve had British rice pudding. He finds a can that looks ancient. He collects a roll of Rowntrees Fruit Pastilles (“since 1881”), Lindor Swiss chocolates (“irresistibly smooth”) and a jar of Branston Pickles. “There’s only two shops in L.A. that stock all the British snacks. This area’s kind of potluck,” he says, spreading the collection on the counter. He hands me the bag filled with English snacks. “This is for you,” he says. “This was my youth …”
“oh hey,” she said, “it’s a really touristy area, but since you’re gonna be passing through anyway, you might as well stop by pier 29, see the dragons. also, there’s a—”
“hold on,” i said. “i knew your city had mountains, but. dragons? uh, actual living dragons?”
“dude, it’s not a big deal. they’re there all the time. of course they’re majestic and everything, but they’re loud and cranky and mostly they lie around eating garbage. now and then the city council will talk about trying to make them roost somewhere else, but—”
“dragons,” i repeated. i knew it was making me sound like a rube, but it was a lot to take in. “you live in a city that has dragons.”
“no, it’s cool, we used to go see them when i was a little kid. it’s worth doing. but that whole area is mostly dragon-themed gift shops, and the commercialization is kind of a bummer. also, sometimes a dragon will melt somebody’s car and it’s a whole problem.”
“honestly, i forget other cities don’t have them?” she said. "there’s a few other sites on the west coast where they gather. portland calls them wyverns, but that’s a portland thing.”
"chicago’s got, like, bunnies and songbirds,” i told her, “but otherwise it’s just your typical vermin. pigeons, rats, sphinxes—”
“sphinxes? what the hell.”
“oh, yeah, they nest in the el tunnels. sometimes a fucking sphinx will flap down out of nowhere, bring the whole train to a halt until the front car answers a riddle.”
“that sounds exciting,” she said.
“it’s the worst. your train winds up being twenty minutes late, and you just have to hang out hoping somebody up there read their mythology. there’s supposed to be a program where the conductors get trained in riddling, but i don’t know. rahm emmanuel keeps saying it’s not a budget priority.”
“huh,” she said. “guess the grass is always greener and all that. but on some level, it’s nice to remember that even with all these big box stores, the country still has some variety left in it.”
“yeah, did you know that in rhode island they call water fountains ‘bubblers’?” i said.
Harry basically just confirmed haylor was a thing soooo... Idk how to respond
Okay I’ve literally not looked at social media for most of the day because I’m working somewhere where I deal with sensitive information and therefore cannot have my phone at my desk.
So I have no idea what anyone thinks of that article aside from @vocabularryonthemind , @mellygrant and @nautilarrie who I text on the reg during my breaks to be like, “VASS HAPPENIN SELENE???” But today was an exception because I was trying to Focus™ and thus I really have no concept of anyone’s reaction to this article.
I read it in my uber to work and almost threw my phone out the window because, being the darkest fucking Larrie possible, I live in Laurel/Larry Canyon and this diner he speaks of is where Choe ( @vocabularryonthemind) and I go to write when we don’t want to upset my housemates with our witch cackling writing sessions. And THE COUNTRY STORE IS WHERE I GO TO GET MY UK NECESSITIES EW HARRY LET ME LIVE. I can literally throw a rock off my balcony and hit the Country Store so I was all kinds of, “WHAT FUCKING SORCERY IS THIS???” when I read that article. I moved to LA and had naht a clue about what was what and just chose this place randomly and honestly after having a job across the street from where Liam lived in London I never thought shit could get weird like that again but here I am. Destined to be forever fuckin reminded of what trash I am for 1D because they’re literally in my goddamn face.
Actual footage of me trying to leave the 1D fandom:
What the hell were we talking about? Never underestimate my ADHD and ego’s ability to literally make anything about me.
Oh yeah! Haylno.
Look mad props to Tay Tay for her successful career and such, but Harry couldn’t have swerved that question harder than if he literally went for a wee and never came back. This was probably him on that super long wee break:
“Uhhhh Jeff what should I say?…Yeah I’m not gonna say that, bye.” *click* … “Lou they’re asking about her…” And Louis was all
Just kidding…this guy was never just going to like flamboyantly jump into the spotlight all
Omg jk again because lol
Harry be like
I’m sorry, but Harry didn’t get the fuckin bee for you to be a weak Larrie.
As Michael McIntyre said, “They are media. Trained. Super stars!”
Harry might be bangin on the closet door but he can hardly just casually mention that the most heavily manufactured and public relationship he’s ever had was fake. I mean, I try to take everything Harry says literally but the man actually dresses up teddy bears to send coded messages and the irony of his cheery, “I’ve been completely honest with you *WINK*!” parting words weren’t lost on me.
So you’re telling me that for 20 months, when we have actual proof (FROM LOUIS AND HARRY VIA THEIR OWN MOUTHS AND TWITTERS) that Louis and Harry were living together, Harry slept on a mattress on the floor in Ben Winston’s attic?
I mean they’ve been trying to rewrite that part of history for ages, and who knows why? Not me.
I don’t doubt he was a regular guest, but I hardly believe that he was this hobo that the Winstons make him out to be.
Anyway, I’ve been saying it for awhile, but “Style” is about John Mayer, not Harry. (x)
Harry continues to be classy about how he approaches this issue, which is WAY more than anyone can say about Taylor Swift. It was almost F I V E Y E A R S ago and she still allows everyone to speculate that every song she writes was about a one-month bearding stint, whereas Harry has talked about it literally once, and probably as a necessity in toeing the line in this new solo venture.
What better way to keep his aggressively private life private than by vaguely acknowledging a four week “relationship”…if you’re trying to tell me that an entire album was forged from that then maybe you should be talking to a Taylor Swift blog because I don’t believe that shit for a second.
Harry did mention that the entire album was for a “she”. He also said…
…am I the only one who thought he was talking about Anne?
Anyway, I saw this as a very significant step away from the “lothario” and “womanising” image that was created around him throughout the entirety of the first few years of One Direction. I thought the article was honest and served its purpose. And proved once again that Harry is more of a show than tell kind of guy.
Request #1: I’m so happy that now we can make requests
lmao. Would you do one with lap dance? Like … Daryl find some old CD of some
band that YN likes (Led Zep for ex) and she do a lap dance on him and … you
know how end up hehe ! Love your work, sincerely!
Request #2: One that YN get calling by one man that she
finds in a run, he says something like “can’t believe you’re with a old
redneck” and that’s hurt Daryl and then when you two got back, he gets quite
and then you two make love, all kind and eye in the eye😍
Summary: Early Season 4. Prison Era. Daryl
and the Reader have been dating for a while, they go out on a run to scavenge
for supplies and the Reader turns Daryl on. Smut ensues. Reader finds a radio
with some tapes including Daryl’s favorite band, Led Zeppelin. Reader takes it
intending to treat Daryl with a lap dance later. Later that night they are
around the campfire at the prison when to younger men ask the Reader why she is
with an old redneck. The reader responds and later finds out Daryl is upset by
it. The reader comforts Daryl and treats him to a lap dance. They make love
afterwards, salty and sweetly.
This one was really fun to write, I hope you all enjoy it! A great way to send off the Daryl smut before Macmanus March.)
You trip and scrape your knee as you run quickly through the
forest and trip and fall onto the asphalt of the nearby town you were scavenging
as a group.
“Gah!” You cry out in pain as you sit up and cradle the
blood scraped knee, on the ground.
Suddenly, from the corner of your eye you see Daryl rush
over and sit beside you, not worried about anything else but you.
You smile softly over at him and roll your eyes, “I’m okay,
baby. I am just a klutz, you say chuckling to yourself and reaching your hand
out to him.
He smiles softly and nods his head, standing back up and
taking both of your arms in his big strong hands and pulling you back to safety
and back into his arms. You wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders and
sway your body back and forth lovingly in front of him, smiling as his hands
rest softly on the small of your back.
You hear a throat clear behind you and your eyes turn quickly
to the source. Rick stands there trying to remain in serious mode, but grinning
a little that he had to pull you two off of each other, yet again.
He nods to you and up to Daryl, who smirks uncontrollably at
his friend, shrugging his shoulders at his fatherly stare. Rick chuckled and
nodded his head to the ground, kicking the dirt with his boot a few times
before turning an easy smile back towards you both.
You grin and square your shoulders, standing next to Daryl,
pressing your shoulder to his, as you reach down and grab his hand.
Canyon Country Store, ca. 1970. The Laurel Canyon Lizard King, Jim Morrison himself, lived right near the store with his girlfriend Pamela Courson in a cozy 3 bedroom bungalow built in 1922 on Rothdell Trail. Morrison referenced their pad in “Love Street” and the Canyon Country Store as, “the place where the creatures meet.”
Gency Week // Day 2: AU - Coffee Tea shop/University!
The Shimada brothers work at their very successful family business - a Japanese-inspired tea house and cafe with locations all over the country. Hanzo is a store owner and general manager while Genji works for him as a barista.
Genji does not want to become a store manager like his brother, but he has no idea what he wants to do with his life - so he works there for now.
Genji flirts with every attractive person that walks into the tea house. Much to his brother’s irritation.
The first day Angela Ziegler walks in, Hanzo puts his foot down and refuses to let Genji take her order. Genji whines.
Since his brother won’t let him talk to the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen in their store, Genji simply admires from afar.
Angela becomes a regular, often bringing a laptop and an oversized bag with her. She has a favorite seat in the corner where she spreads out all her work. Genji makes sure that seat is always available around the time she usually comes in.
He can tell she’s incredibly smart from how studious she is - the whole package - he thinks to himself. She is definitely his age, so she probably studies at a university somewhere nearby.
What he doesn’t learn for a long time is that she is not a student, but a professor. (She already has her doctorate and experience as a surgeon)
Genji gets jealous every time another person flirts with her, but always relishes when she politely turns them away.
Eventually, he gets to approach her on a day that Hanzo is out running errands. He brings her a matcha tea, since she clearly needs the caffeine that day. Her grateful smile makes his heart skip a beat.
Over time, Hanzo can tell that his brother feels differently for this young woman - so he begins to allow Genji to serve her when she comes in.
You can imagine the rest ;) I’m a sucker for fluffy coffee shop/ university AU’s!