The most questioning moments in all of Larry history.
Starting off at #1 The standing out to film. What even was this? We all thought it might have been a coming out video, but we actually don’t know. Note how it’s just the two of them and supposedly Eleanor? (Debatable)
#2 The Wellington. What even happened here? It’s debated that Louis shouts “boyfriend” and “waitress” here. And apparently they kiss? They were obviously very drunk. Also note that the camera is blurry and it’s the only beautiful footage we have.
#3 The almost kiss. During a radio interview Louis doesn’t think the camera is on him and harry, so he turns his head and somewhat puckers his lips, kinda asking Harry to “kiss me” Harry then takes notice of the camera and jokingly slaps Louis’ cheek. Louis sees that the camera is on them then mouths “oops.”
#4 The couch moment. What exactly happened here? A “I’ll just causally whisper something supposedly dirty into you ear” moment? Well what ever happened made Louis have a “loaded gun” for the rest of the night.
#5 The chocolate coin fight. Somehow opening chocolate coins lead to throwing them at each other, which lead to the “Now kiss me you fool!” Totally platonic right? (not to mention Harry tweeted “chocolate coin problems” which is a code for gay sex or this moment?)
#6 The same love performance. When Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, and Mary Lambert performed, Harry rested his head on Louis’ shoulder. Maybe totally platonic, or not; not to mention the song is about gay rights.
#7 The moment when Louis jacked off a fern plant and look at Harry. What even was that? Mid-interview and everything. Just looked at Harry and waited for him to look and then shamelessly did it. We saw that Louis. The poor fern.
#8 The supposedly whispering into Harry’s ear. (as antis said) A famous concert part. But his ear isn’t there, is he whispering into his cheek?
#9 The “Harry’s getting head.” When Louis and Harry were questioned about what they were going to do after the BRIT Awards, Louis said, “Harry’s getting head.” They were all a bit drunk and then Harry high pitch squees and Louis smirks and licks his lips. Like ok, just friends.
#10 The Paris interview. That was extremely painful and sappy oh my. I don’t think I even need to go on about the flirting, the soft hair touches, the soft laughs, and full on heart eyes.
#11 The “How do you whisk?” Ok, on national TV Louis just so happens to forget how to whisk? Like we get it, you don’t cook, but do you really need a hands on example? Apparently he did, and he also mentioned how Harry loves sweet corn and how they live together, and how Harry does all the cooking.
#12 The “My first real crush was Louis Tomlinson.” Harry said it so straight forward with such a serious expression. And the interviewer says “who” and Harry replies and later says “It’s mutual, we’ve discussed it.” Like ok. Then the lady says “That’s beautiful Harry” and he just nods.
#13 The “Next to you.” The infamous “Where do you want to sit?” “Next to you.” And of course management’s right there and says “you can’t sit next to each other.” Which is an example of management’s ability to do what they want.
#14 The “Do you all want to get married and have kids someday?” Oh you know just answering it while looking into your pals eyes and turning away blushing. ‘100%.” from Louis. And then a “Even as young as you are?” And a “yeah” from both of them.
#15 The “Lou can I give you a blowjob?” Ok, who even says that? During Niall’s interview you can hear Harry ask that. Which Louis’ responds, “I’d love it if you’d just wait.” And of course they’re whispering so they didn’t mean to get heard. Which makes Niall stop and laugh. Totally platonic pals. :)
a little part of me kinda hates that i grew up with hp????? idk harry potter feels like something i’ve always known and all my memories of it merge together and i can’t separate my experiences…like i don’t remember how i felt when you found out quirrel was actually the one after the stone not snape and i feel like i’ve always know that sirius was harry’s godfather and just loads of stuff ya know? i just wish i could reread the books for the first time now and really experience the plot and appreciate all the twists and turns and come up with theories and just really take it all in idk
Carl tip toes into her
room, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him. He eyes his dad, slumped over
the edge of her bed, his head resting on her lap. Carl walks up beside his
father, taking note of his fingers intertwined with hers tightly. Carl wants to
be angry with him. He wants to scream at him and tell him how much of a fuck up
he is. He wants to ask him why every time things get good, he has to figure out
a way to ruin them. But that isn’t fair this time. He tried. Carl knows that he
actually tried this time. So instead of waking up his battle worn father, he
runs his hand over his damp hair softly; lovingly. Like his father has done to
him so many times in the past.
Carl takes a seat next
to him and turns his attention to the closest thing he’s had to a mother in
over a year. Her face is puffy and bruised, no doubt from pointless beatings at
the hands of Negan’s heathens. But he knew she fought tooth and nail. Refusing
to stay down; getting back up each and every time they knocked her off her feet.
She wouldn’t have it any other way. His father lost his mind at her appearance
when they dragged her from the van after taking her nearly a week before.
“You fucking prick!”
Rick screamed loudly when his eyes landed on her, struggling against the hold
that Arat and Bob had on him, “Goddamnit! I did everything you fucking wanted!
Everything! You fucking-”
Carl glances down at
his plaid shirt, her now dried blood staining the material. Enid begged him to
take it off, to change, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. It would serve as a
reminder to him now and always as to why that mother fucker has to die. Daryl,
Rick, Gabriel, Carl, and Rosita watched in horror as Negan stabbed her with the
same hunting knife he used on Spencer. She crumpled to the ground and within an
instant, the war was ignited. Bullets whizzing through the air, fists flying,
Carl reaches out and
places his hands on her forearm, a little surprised at her warmth. That’s a
good sign at least. He strokes her skin gently, smiling softly for really no
reason at all, which surprises him more, “I never thought this situation would
be reversed. It’s usually you huddled over my bedside.” He says quietly, “I
know I’ve never told you this, well, I kinda have, in my own dumb way.” He
pauses, glancing to his left as his dad shifts but doesn’t wake. His breaths
deep and rhythmed. He turns back toward her, his mind racing with the words he
wants to say. Carl was always like his mother, never finding a time where he
was lost for words. Now is no different, “That night, on the porch, after
Deanna. When I told you that I would do it for you. What I meant to say was
that I love you. My sister loves you.”
He drops his head a
little, his voice growing softer and softer by the minute, “My dad loves you. I
don’t know if he’s said it, probably hasn’t, but I know he does. He’s not a
talker, he won’t say it out loud but I hope you can feel it. I hope you know
it. I’ll, I’ll talk to him. I’ll tell him that sometimes people just need to
hear it, for no reason. I’ll make sure that you hear it. From him, from me,
from Daryl, from everyone. Because we love you Michonne. We love you and we
He nods a little,
growing more and more confident as he speaks, knowing that his words will come
true, “Daryl and Jesus are working on a plan right now. And when you’re strong
and you can fight, we’ll take that piece of shit down. Together. We’ll hang his
head on the gates of Alexandria as a sign to any future fucks that wanna mess
with us. We don’t die easy. But they will.”
His hair falls in his
face as he looks up and gazes out of the small window. His hand grazes down her
arm and rests on top of his fathers’. He laces his fingers as best he can with both of
theirs just as the clock strikes one am.
Like, I remember people criticizing Magical Mystery Cure for its pacing, saying should have been a two-parter, or it should’ve dropped a song or two to flesh out the plot better. And I definitely don’t think any of that is wrong, but honestly?
Forget a two-parter. This plot could have been a season. The depth you could have gotten out of his concept and just the number of new stories you could have done are limitless. It’s such an incredible concept and there’s even a lot in this episode that I like, and that’s what makes it all the more frustrating how it turned out.
Like, imagine if the cutie mark swap happened and that plotline was, like, season 4. And we get stories about them finding ways to live with what they’ve got, and like, you can see at the beginning they’re like, Fluttershy is trying to be Pinkie Pie, and Applejack is trying to be Rarity, and so on. But over time they all learn how to apply those skills in their own way and they find some comfort in it.
And imagine they went to Starlight’s village with the swapped cutie marks.
Think about how differently they would have reacted to the idea of losing their cutie marks. Think about how much more they would have understood these ponies who wanted to give them up. Maybe they would have even given them up willingly. And then once they lose their cutie marks, they each have some self discovery and they discover Starlight’s deception and defeat her and they all get the right cutie marks back.
I know that, like much of the criticism directed at this show, I could summarize this with “what if the show was in absolutely every single way a different kind of show than it is.” And I know that’s silly.
What kills me here is that Cas so obviously ISN’T pleading for his life. The angel who risked EVERYTHING for one human, who turned his back on his own brothers and sisters, knowing perfectly well he would be hunted for it, and possibly killed, pleading to the one person he loves the most for his life? No, I can’t even begin to describe how out of character that would be.
No, he’s pleading for Dean. For Dean not to go on down this path, not to become the monster he would hate to be. It’s not too late, Cas is saying, please realise that even if you kill me, it’s not too late and it’s not your fault.
The even if you kill me, I’ll still love you is so obvious here, it’s in the way Cas doesn’t fight back, not even to just stop Dean long enough to get somewhere safe, it’s in the way he’s willing to die by the hand of the person he loves, and yet the only thing he cares about is pleading for Dean. Not for himself, but for Dean to know he can still fight it.
It’s not please don’t kill me.
It’s please don’t let the mark turn you into someone you would not recognize. It’s not too late. I love you.
“What IS that?” Draco looked disdainfully at the object in Harry’s hands before gathering up the last of the empty plates left over from their housewarming. With a flick of his wand he deposited everything neatly into the nearby trashbag, which then tied itself up and floated over to rest at the back door, ready to be taken out.
Harry laughed as he held up the offending item.
“It’s a Polaroid camera! Arthur gave it to us. It takes muggle pictures, and you get them right after you take them.” He looked down at the camera and smiled. He had always had a sort of fondness for muggle pictures, even after the excitement of discovering the moving photos of the wizarding world when he was younger.
“Muggle photos? They don’t move, what’s the point?” Draco crinkled his nose as he looked over Harry’s shoulder to get a better look. It seemed rather pointless to him. Photos that didn’t move? Honestly.
Harry just smiled, turned around and snapped Draco’s photo, much to the blond’s dismay. They both watched as the camera spit out a photo full of grey, and Harry couldn’t help but notice Draco’s mild interest as they watched the photo slowly develop. It depicted a slightly surprised Draco, his nose still crinkled in confusion over the device.
“I kinda like them. Wizard photos are nice, but muggle photos capture the exact moment you want them to.” He shrugged. “There’s a certain kind of charm to them, ya know?”
Draco didn’t really get it until later that night, after they had finished cleaning up and were getting ready to spend their first night in the new house. Their new house. When Harry flopped into bed with the camera he pulled Draco close and told him to smile. Draco looked at the photo as it developed and something caught in his chest. Instead of focusing on the movement, like he did with wizard photos, he focused instead on the way Harry’s wide smile made his green eyes crinkle and shine. And his own shy smile was so uncharacteristic on his normally-haughty face, something that would have quickly shifted in a normal photo. Harry snatched it from him after another moment and wrote something on it, showing it again to Draco with a smile.
“Maybe we could start a photo album?”
The next morning Draco found another photo on the dresser and couldn’t suppress his smile. He dug out the pen Harry had used the night before and wrote his own note on the photo.
A photo album didn’t sound like such a bad idea.
Domestic!Drarry is one of my weaknesses, so this just kinda happened.
Love is a powerful thing. Let it settle under your skin and in your bones. Let it live, let it breathe. Do not beat it down and know that your love doesn’t reach one person, but everyone around you.
“Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.” It’s a simple gesture, his hand coming to find purchase on the soaked fabric of your jeans. Your fingers tighten around the wheel as you slow the car to the side of the high way.
“I just can’t believe he would lie to us like that, Hoseok. How could he just lie?”
The normally bubbly atmosphere has turned dark and the man sitting next to you wants nothing more than to put you back together again. “Maybe he was just hoping you were the one.” Hoseok comments, running the pads of his thumb over the inside of your knee.
I was doing some concept sketches for a future update and I really liked how this Fatal doodle turned out even though I need to fix his back leg. So I thought I’d share! There’s more to the drawing but that would spoil stuff and no one wants that, right? ;) We’ll all find out together, eventually.
I JUST… folks go read that story it is amazing reply and reblog with comments send @oh–you–pretty–things nice messages this the shit man this is the good stuff I’m already obsessed goodness gracious me good heavens sweet holy moly guacamole served with a five bean dip
ANyway, drew this last night cause. More fanart to follow. I imagine this is the exact moment Astrid registers the handsome face before her ;) (but I always get a weird fish face gobsmacked look on my face whenever I bump into someone so that too haha) (also ignore the fact that as she’s on a step above him she’d actually be a few inches taller than she is depicted here… I wanted a height difference hahaha ha…)
Gale Hawthorne just wanted to save everybody from the games and having to keep living like that.
And it cost him the one person he wanted to live that better life with.
In my opinion, Peeta only ever cared about saving Katniss, he was single minded in this. He never really thought about the bigger picture, about fighting back, not like Gale did. Not until he gave that motivation speech to Katniss while they were hiding out at Tigress’s. A speech that should have been Gales, since he was always the one to say they should fight back, that she should fight back, always putting that spark in her, even when she didn’t realize it at first, a spark that turned into a fire when she needed it. He loved her and wanted to protect her and keep her safe, but never tried to hold her back from the fight, was always right there beside her, knowing how strong she was, but still there if she needed him.
He was a real hero! The bomb thing was 100% Coin’s fault but he still blamed himself, just as he did for not getting more people out when 12 was bombed. And I cry cuz he knew walking into that room that she would blame him too, knew that she would would never be able to forgive him, he knew he had already lost her, and he didn’t even fight her on it, because he felt guilty for not keeping Prim safe like he promised. Even though he was not the one that put that bomb near her, not the one that put her in the middle of a war zone, but he will still carry that guilt, and the loss of Katniss, with him forever.
A DeanCas zombie apocalypse!au wherein Dean and Cas are separated from the very beginning due to their relationship not being recognized by the state. Six months after being placed in different Survival Groups and both thinking the other dead, they’ve long since given up hope for happiness in such a different, dark world.
Until Sam goes out for a supply run.
Insisting on going by himself, he gets trapped in a beaten down car surrounded by the Undead, and is saved by a mysterious bed-headed man with a wooden baton. With darkness quickly approaching and so close to a hot zone, Sam and the stranger bunk in the nearest, safest nook they can find for the night, and exchange stories of Before and During with mouths full of baked beans.
Or, rather, the mysterious man talks… Sam listens, raptly, to a love story that transcends even the end of the world.
The man moves his beans around his mouth as if savouring every greasy bite. He swallows with solemn blue eyes. “Before has been put to rest,” he says, voice gravel-rough. “What’s before us now is what truly matters.”
Sam bites his lip and nods into his can. “Who’d you lose?”
For the first time since they’ve met, the man looks shaken. He pushes around his food and swallows thickly, shoulders tense. “A man,” he says cautiously. The corner of his lips turn up in a ghost of a smile. “The most wonderful man.”
This is quite possibly the best piece of art I have ever done. I’m not even kidding. Look through my #myartwork tag and you will see. Or search lifewing431 on DA ( I haven’t been on in literal years).
She’s from a book I’m writing about a pair of (lesbian) assassins with magic. It’s not a romance book, it just has romance. She’s the main character and her name is Genevieve. I can’t say much more, but I’ll post some of the tidbits of the book soon.
I would definitely appreciate some reblogs of her. Since I’m getting better, I want to put myself out there more.