but harry is just a boy

Weekly Fic Rec 30th April 2017

Just Tell Me The Song and I’ll Sing It by myownspark @myownsparknow
Louis is an architecture student and Harry is a Baseball player. Boybands and a little bit of karaoke bring them together. If you love Larry and boybands like me then definitely give this cute fic a read!

Singing to Tiny Dancer by BriaMaria @briannamarguerite
A List actor Louis runs back to the town he never really called home and back to the boy who was the only one who did. This is a lovely fic!

I Walk The Line by @a-writerwrites
Professor Louis is the leading researcher in his field and Harry is a grad student, just hired to be Louis’ assistant. Sparks fly between them instantly but something does not add up when it comes to Harry and Louis wants to find out what. This fic is one of the best I’ve read in a long time and will definitely become one of my all time favourites!

I’m still working my way through all of the fics from weeks one and two of 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names Challenge. Below are a few of my favourite reads so far!

Know It All by kikikryslee @flamboyantommo

Make Him Want To Sin by QuickedWeen @becomeawendybird

You Really Got Me Now by @allwaswell16
I’ll Be There

anonymous asked:

There are also some posts i have read way back that harry was always separating himself frm the other boys during the otra tour. I hvnt been to any, but i have seen videos of them. I cnt judge just frm a handful of videos. And we cnt say eithr just frm a set of photos. But if it seemed that way, that is just sad i thnk.

It’s always hard to see what goes on when the camera isn’t on. We can speculate to kingdom come, but we know nothing.

I went to the OTRA show in Chicago. While it was amazing to see the boys in person (they were 100% more beautiful than I could have possibly imagined), I had the feeling that they had the show down to a bored routine– the set list, Harry’s “whale,” the local banter (deep dish pizza), the sign-reading, the expected interactions between the boys. I think it becomes very easy to enforce a Harry +3 appearance once it became routine. Was it like this behind the scenes on tour? I don’t know, honestly. Outside of concerts, we certainly always saw Harry with Jeff or FOAs (friends of the Azoffs), as we do now. Harry’s management and PR companies have been completely separate from everyone else.

I do know that the MITAM interviews showed intimacy and love that was hard to fake, between all the boys. And when they were asked in the interview about RBB, there was deep, collective 1D panic. They all knew. Why did we see these beautiful moments? Why were we allowed to see the beauty that was the AMAs 2015? Why did they hug before their last concert, out of camera’s view? Why did they hug off-stage before the last X Factor performance?

Why was the BMA video acceptance so coordinated and funny this year? Why did Ninja Liam sneak in to take the award from slack-jawed Simon Cowell? Does this prove they all communicate with each other still? Probably.

If I know anything about Harry, it’s that memories affect him deeply and personally. He’s not going to forget what happened in the six years with One Direction; maybe he never will. I do think there were aspects that hurt him, that he would rather forget, but this is the case with all of the others too. It’s what happens when life is a goldfish bowl for six years, in the most formative years of one’s life. It will be interesting to hear what’s on the album. I think we’ll learn a lot, actually.

anonymous asked:

Do you know any fics when either harry or Louis (it really doesn't matter) got dared to make the other fall for them & date them 😶(

Here You Go: 

Dangerous Liaisons by IWillSingWithYou [ 17/17 | English | 42,601 ]

Niall is the master of deceit and Harry is the master of seduction. Louis is just a very strong willed male model who happens to be straight. When Niall tells Harry he wouldn’t be able to seduce Louis, the bet is on, but Niall’s schemes are hard to avoid.

Poor Little Rich Boy by capriciouslouis [ 20/20 | English | 74,083 ] *

Louis’ dare is simple: to find some sad little rich kid stupid enough to fall in love with him, and win him over by the end of the holiday. In every figurative sense. It’s a challenge that Louis is completely confident he can carry out. So when the perfect, pretty little Harry Styles crosses his path with a seemingly endless bank balance and a head full of romanticism, it looks like Louis has found his idiot.

Gods And Monsters by Velvetoscar [ 20/20 | English | 201,354 ] ***

The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that’s exactly what he did.

I hope these are okay - Happy Reading! :)

if people are bitter that harry is choosing to do small venues which lessens your chance at getting to see him, just try to remember that that mindset centers around you and your wants and not what would actually be good for harry and his career. think of harry yall, we’re here for him whether or not we get what we want

Beautiful Eyes (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Draco x reader

Requested by Anon;  could you do a Draco x reader piece where Draco wants her attention all the time and when it’s even slightly directed somewhere else?? just a whole lot of fluff omg. i keep seeing it listed with “if Draco was your bf” but i’ve never seen one actually written out… also i couldn’t think of anyone better to do it (:

a/n; sorry this is shorter than usual, i hope you like it though! xx

Warnings; fluffy Draco

         The boy with the platinum blonde hair. You can’t possibly miss his steel-like gaze or his sharp smirk when walking passed him in the hallways. And you can’t possibly look at him, glance over, without immediately feeling uncomfortable. Because Draco Malfoy is standing just over there. He is the constant center of attention.

         But not to her.

         Draco settles next to her under their usual tree during free period, and wraps his arm around her shoulders. He presses a kiss to her temple and she smiles down into her book.

         “Have you studied for today’s Potions test?” Her gaze doesn’t leave the book in her lap.

         Draco pouts a bit. “Come on, (Y/n/n), you know I’m the top of that class. I don’t need to study.”

         She chuckles, and closes the book, offering it to him as she searches her bag for another. “Here, review at least a little bit. Then I can start working on Charms homework.”

         Draco takes the book with a sigh, and sets it down next him before rolling over to lay his head in her lap. “Darling, that homework’s not due until Friday. The least you can do is give your boyfriend a little much-needed attention.” He says with a grin.

         She sighs, “Draco, you always ask for ‘much-needed’ attention.”

         “And you always have school work in your hands!” He pouts, “Come on, (Y/n).”

         She huffs.

         Draco smiles slyly, “I never get to see your eyes anymore, their constantly hidden beneath books!” he says dramatically.

         (Y/n) smiles and looks down into her boyfriend’s steel-grey eyes. She leans down, and presses a sweet kiss to his lips. “Well? How do my eyes look? Same as you remember?”

         He smiles, “Just as beautiful as ever.”

anonymous asked:

Honestly, I feel like the cuddling tweet was something rusty came up with last minute to piss us all off, because we were exposing him for the very obvious elounor activity. They need to have better planning. Or just you know... *** **.

lol definitely that felt like something to cool down people

Anonymous said to shadyshit91:I know everyone wants the vid footage of carpool karaoke at McDonald’s but I want the vid of Louis and Harry from the stadium corridor, before they come into view and Louis is wiping his mouth and Harry is fixing his hair. Gimme please!

That was wild lol they were caught making out and left with the most smug smiles 


Lots of good and lots of not good stay tuned

“Eternity, In Your Arms” by Creeper - Ohhh mMy god!! This is so good and I want to play it at my funeral. Their genre is described as horror punk and I’m literally screaming this is all I’ve ever wanted in my life!! Favorite tracks are Hiding With Boys, Darling, Winona Forever, and I Choose To Live.
“Sign of the Times” (Single) by Harry Styles - Fuck me I’m a Harry stan now that’s all
“Young” by Overcoats - I saw these girls live when they opened for Matt Corby and they were so good! I loved their stuff on spotify, but they deleted it earlier this year. They just reuploaded it as a full album, but I’m really disappointed because the remixed or re-recorded it or something and it’s much more pop-y now and I’m so disappointed because they’re so talented and it ruined all of the songs I’m so sad. Only a few tracks are still good. Favorite tracks are Nighttime Hunger and Hold Me Close. (They have a cover still up on Spotify of Hozier’s Cherry Wine and it’s fucking bomb.)
“sad for you” by Njomza - If anyone knows how to say her name please tell me because I literally have no idea and I feel stupid. I definitely liked this, but I wish there was some variety. There’s only seven songs on the album and it gets boring after a play or two. Favorite tracks are hear me, sad for you, and poison.
“I Decided.” by Big Sean - I’ve been sleeping on this I admit I tried it earlier this year, but couldn’t get into it. Not because it isn’t good, because IT IS, it was just me lmao. Favorite tracks are Bounce Back, Halfway Off The Balcony, Inspire Me, No Favors, and Sacrifices.
“Girls” (Single) by Beatrice Eli - I’m screaming this is so fucking gay lmfao!!!! This is another one that I heard a while ago, but didn’t actually pay attention to and I wish I did because every day that I’ve been alive before I heard this song is pointless.

“Guys My Age” (Single) by Hey Violet - I can’t help that this is a jam it just is and I’ve watched the music video like 30 times

January | February | March

anonymous asked:

I love your "your song" preferences for The Outsiders, can you please do one for Harry Potter?

Sure :)

Harry - God Only Knows by The Beach boys (Dalton Rapattoni Cover)

If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me

Ron - Can’t Take My Eyes off You by The 4 Seasons

You’re just too good to be true
Can’t take my eyes off of you
You’d be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I’m alive

Hermione - Easy Living by Billie Holiday

Living for you, is easy living.
It’s easy to live when you’re in love.
And, I’m so in love,
There’s nothing in life, but you.

Draco - Wake Me by Bleachers

Right from the start I knew
You’d set a fire in me
And I’d rather be sad with you
Than anywhere away from you

Neville - Blue Moon by Frank Sinatra

And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will hold
I heard somebody whisper please adore me
And when I looked to the moon it turned to gold

Fred - The Joker by Steve Miller Band

You’re the cutest thing
That I ever did see
I really love your peaches
Want to shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time

George - Love Me As Though There Were No Tomorrow by Nat King Cole

Love me as though there were no tomorrow
Take me out of this world tonight
Take me, make me forget my sorrow
So, when I wake tomorrow, I’ll know our love was right

Remus - Songbird by Fleetwood Mac (Naya Rivera Cover)

To you, I’ll give the world
to you, I’ll never be cold
‘Cause I feel that when I’m with you,
It’s alright, I know it’s right.

James - Only You by Yazoo (Selena Gomez Cover)

All I needed was the love, you gave
All I needed for another day
And all I ever knew, only you

Sirius -

I Got a Girl by Tripping Daisy

I got a girl who speaks her mind

I got a girl she’ll argue anytime

I got a girl she is so small

I got a girl she’ll knock down any wall

anonymous asked:

100% agree with ur tags on them photos. You can definitely see harry pulling away more and more in them and for some reason the last two just break my heart.

I don’t know… I interpret it as Harry upending the Frontman narrative. He didn’t want to be the Justin Timberlake. We see now that he wanted a solo career, but not at the expense of hurting One Direction. He could have left before five years, signed a huge contract, continued to be the pop heart throb but Bigger and Better, singing 1D type songs only Edgier, but he didn’t do any of these things.

He stayed five years and finished the contract. He, with the other boys and their songwriters, wrote songs for One Direction that gave us the glory that was MITAM. He took his time crafting a solo album that was thoughtful and personal. His lyrics are private and poignant and not Edgy or Sexy. He stayed true to himself.

I think he took himself out of the center of 1D selfies because it was a Harry-way of subverting the 1DHQ PR without saying anything. Only in retrospect can we see what he did.

anonymous asked:

Going on a long drive with Harry. You're both in the backseat and he has his head against the window, eyelids drooping cause he's so tired from all the traveling. Suddenly he unbuckled his seatbelt and lays his head on your lap, face smushed into your tummy. He doesn't say a word, just moans contently. He reached for your hand and places it on his head, he loves when you scratch his head and run your fingers through his hair. You begin to do it without another word. Soon he's asleep. ☺️☺️

Ugh I want this so bad. I bet the boy loves head scratches, and loves when you play with his hair. :(

anonymous asked:

I don't see much drama unless it's via anons but I always get surprised how fast the " it's not competition remember that " , " the boys love each other " , " I wish the boys join " " so and so also does that " kind of posts follow as soon as Harry does a thing. Do people have it in their draft ready to go??? 😂😂😂 Anyways, the drama doesn't bother me much. Some can't just stop talking about him. It shows they are ignoring their fav and focused mine. I get it, he's irresistible 😊

Originally posted by gameraboy

He’s the most irresistible 😏😏😏 When you have IT, you have IT 😏😏😏


“he spent five hundred pounds on jeans”

“He’s got his eyebrows plucked and his asshole bleached”

“Tribal tattoos and he don’t know what it means”

“And wears a man bag on his shoulder, but I call it a purse”

“Drinks beer, but has a six pack, I’m kinda jealous”

“He wears sunglasses indoors, in winter, at nighttime”

“Now you’re eatin’ kale, hittin’ the gym”

Originally posted by imabeast78

  • Lily: All men are dogs.
  • Remus: *staring at Sirius* Some more than others.
  • Sirius: Do wolves count as dogs?
  • Peter: I'm not a dog.
  • James: No, I see you more as a rat.
  • Lily: I don't know where this conversation has gone.

emotionalswift  asked:

Could you please write something about how Harry gets posssive sometimes!!!

It probably doesn’t happen often but when it does…. oh boy.

Like lets say you run into an ex. Harry’s definitely going to put an arm around you, squeeze a little tighter, give you a few kisses in front of him. But he’s not really paying attention. He just wants to keep an eye on the guy and make sure he’s behaving.

procraesthetics  asked:

I wonder what would happen if Dudley grew up in the wizarding world but still as a muggle? like kind of reverse AU where his parents are dead and he has to go to Lily for whatever reason? do you think he would become bitter like Petunia about magic?

Lily remembered her sister, how there had been a time she was curious and delighted about magic, before it slowly sank in that she could look and not touch.

The last thing Petunia had said to Lily before she died was a chilly goodbye, ending a holiday dinner where they’d had a shrieking row in the entryway. Petunia had said freak and Lily had hissed better than this, better than this being my whole fucking world, Tune, do you even see yourself, are you happy–

And now here was Dudley Vernon Dursley fussing himself to sleep as Lily walked the halls of the Godric’s Hollow house. His tiny soft hands with their tiny soft fingernails curled under her chin, the same way Harry always had.

She passed James, who was gently bouncing his way up the hall the opposite way. “I think he’s asleep,” James mouthed over Harry’s tousled head. His hair was the same mess, bent down to peer at his sleeping son.

Lily stopped where she stood, her nephew heavy on her chest, her husband smiling, her sister buried. “James,” she said. “How are we going to do this?”

“Oh,” he said. “Hey. Don’t you cry, you’ll start them off– unless you need to cry, I mean, you go ahead, hey, sweetheart, hey, it’s alright, you just let it out.” He stepped forward, shifting Harry gently to his other shoulder, and pressed his forehead to hers. “We tuck them in, okay, that’s what we do next. Then we go to our own bed, okay, and go to sleep, and when we wake up it’ll be a new day.”

“A new day,” she said. “Another day– James, that’s the– I’m so tired.”

“So let’s sleep. It’ll look better in the morning,” he said. “And if it doesn’t look better this morning, it’ll look better in the next one.”

“You promise?”

“Better than that. I’ll show you. Every day,” he said and kissed her cold forehead.

Dudley had not shown up on the Potters’ doorstep with the milk bottles. Lily had gotten a phone call from the landline she still had installed in Godric’s Hollow, about an accident, and she had gone down to the Muggle police station to identify the bodies.

The cupboard under the stairs was filled with spiders, broomsticks, and the sewing machine Lily’s mother had given her when she married James– that’s all. Dudley slept downstairs. Uncle Remus taught Dudley and Harry to knock out coded messages through the wall their rooms shared.

In the backyard, beside a rickety porch and an ambitious hedge, James taught them to fly– first on little tot brooms where their toes brushed the grass the whole time, then out of the barrels of practice brooms James used for lessons and coaching Little League Quidditch.

When the boys turned ten, five weeks apart, they both got shiny new Nimbuses on Dudley’s birthday (which came first), and a set of enchanted Quidditch balls on Harry’s, to share. The Bludgers were enchanted to be very kind but Dudley spent long afternoons whacking them far afield while Harry chased the Snitch at his back.

Harry had a scar on his forehead, like a jagged bit of lightning. Dudley had no scars– the car crash that had killed his parents hadn’t touched him where he sat strapped into a car seat in the back, chewing on a stuffed dinosaur toy.

Lily did not believe in lying to the children. She was bare years off being a child herself, and spare moments on the far side of a war. When Dudley asked about his parents, she told him there had been an accident. She pulled pictures off the shelf and wrote Petunia’s old university friends for more.

Photographs came by mailman, the images still and unnatural to Dudley’s eye. Every day he’d gone out to play, for years, he’d been waving at the picture near the back door of his aunt and uncle on their wedding day, and they waved back every time.

“She was very clever,” Lily said. “Your mom liked to know everything.”

“And my dad?”

“Vernon liked… cars?” James offered. “That’s the word, right, Lily?”

“I didn’t know him very well,” Lily said. “He liked drills, I think; he worked for a firm that made them, and he talked about that a lot.”

Dudley brushed his thumbs over the dull edges of the photos. When Lily went off to Auror headquarters the next morning for work, James bundled the boys up and took them on an impromptu invisible tour of Grunnings Drill Manufacturing Inc.

They tiptoed down halls and past water coolers and ringing fellytones. They held hands under the Cloak as they dodged around the machines on the manufacturing floor, thumping and pounding and whirring away loudly enough that Harry and Dudley could whisper to each other under the noise. An elevator took them all the way up to the top floor. Harry whistled cheerily and eerily along with the elevator music while the Muggles slowly edged toward the doors and pressed floor buttons lower than they’d originally wanted.

There were boxes and cabinets and folders and desks and staticky monitor screens full of numbers strewn in endless grids. “Merlin’s knuckles,” said Harry, who was seven and a half and rather proud of this expletive. “People can look at this all day, their whole lives, and not die?”

“Work is hard work,” said James.

“At least mum gets to curse things.”

“But my dad liked it?” Dudley said, peering at a white board that was bleeding enthusiastic marker. “There’s a lot of things, here. Maybe he liked knowing things, too.”

When the boys asked about the scar on Harry’s forehead, Lily and James looked at each other. “You know how sometimes we sit with Uncle Remus and talk about a war?” James said. “Or with Ms. Amelia or Mr. Mundungus.”

“Mr. Mundungus is kinda smelly,” Harry said helpfully.

“It’s not nice to say so though,” said James, and Lily made a face.

“Are we raising them to be nice?” Lily said.

“I’m trying,” said James.

“You talk about a war,” said Harry and shrugged. Dudley nodded.

“There was a very bad man, in those days,” said James.

“Voldemort,” said Lily, and James made a face.

“He was so scary a lot of people don’t like to say his name, even now,” said James. “And he was coming after us because we had been fighting against him, in the war. He came to the house and he tried to hurt you, Harry. But it didn’t work. It hurt him instead, and gave you that scar.”

“Is he going to come back?” said Dudley, who was paler than his normal pink.

“No one’s heard of him since then,” said Lily.

“Where were you?” said Harry, because all his life they had been right there.

“Oh,” said Lily, but her throat closed up.

“We were at Dudley’s mum and dad’s funeral,” said James. “Our friend– our friend Sirius was watching you two. The bad man, he came to the house. He. Well. I.”

“Sirius died,” said Lily, one hand squeezing James’s knee and the other reaching down to brush hair off Dudley’s forehead. “You lived, Harry, and Voldemort vanished. And that’s why sometimes people stare in the streets, baby.” James tweaked Harry’s collar absently.

Two days after they had buried Lily’s sister, the Potters had stood together in the first chills of November and buried James’s brother.

Sirius had been burned off the Black family tree years before. Lily and James had talked to his cousin Andromeda, to Remus, and then they had laid him to rest in the Potter family plot. At the wake, they’d told old jokes about squirrel breath, shedding, and man’s best friend. Remus had fallen asleep on their couch and stayed for a month.

It took a two hour row with HR for Lily to get two passes to the Ministry’s Bring Your Kid To Work Day.

“He’s a Muggle.”

“He’s not,” Lily snapped. “He’s family.”

She had to get permission, sign a million forms, and she also had to take the boys in early so that Dudley could get smothered in the spells that would keep the Anti-Muggle wards around the Ministry from activating on him. “If a Muggle stumbles in somehow, they just see a funny-smelling supply cabinet and turn back around,” Lily told Dudley. He nodded and dragged Harry off by the wrist to go look at the fountain.

The windows were pouring sunlight into the underground room– the maintenance workers had just gotten a win on their contract negotiations and had banished the grimy rain-spattered windows of the previous weeks. The light hit the falling water, the golden statues, and the small excitable crowd of Ministry dependents who were gathering in the atrium. Dudley was fishing about in the fountain for Knuts to toss back out again, elbow-deep, and Harry was laughing and coming up with weird wishes to make on them.

Lily hadn’t said son. She’d said family, and that was true enough, wasn’t it? She didn’t say son– she had a son, and she had a nephew, a ward, another child who came to her after nightmares and scraped knees. It was not less, it was just words.

Lily worried about stealing more things from Petunia. Tuney had shrieked at her, in ladies’ restrooms and suburban foyers, had hissed at her in grocery store aisles and family dinners, because Lily got everything. And now Lily had her son.

Lily could just imagine it– could just see Petunia’s face twisting and chin stabbing at the air. You could have anything, and you took my son– my son!

“You left him to me,” Lily whispered, but that wasn’t quite right. “You left,” she whispered, and that wasn’t quite right either, so she strode off toward the fountain to ask the boys if they wanted to go see the Auror spellwork ranges. Dudley’s sodden shirt sleeves dripped all over the Ministry floors. Harry’s hair fell down into his eyes and they both grinned bright enough to rival the spelled sunlight.

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I like to think that if Harry Potter had a snake it would be this one and it would sit around his neck all day just whispering judgemental things or gossip he hears. It would also be the one to notice the look on Draco’s face when Harry isn’t looking, because who’s worried about a snake noticing things?
In class:
Snake: The Malfoy boy is looking at you that way again.
Harry: What way?
Snake: Like he can’t decide whether to kiss you or kill you.
Harry: I doubt that. (Harry gets up to get something)
Snake: Now he’s staring at your bum.
Harry: (turns red and tries to ignore the snake)

I am working on a fic for this.