but i mean this in all earnestness

the signs as oscar wilde quotes.
  • aries: “I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them” (Dorian Gray; ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’).
  • taurus: “The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what Fiction means” (Miss Prism; ‘The Importance of Being Earnest’).
  • gemini: “Do you really think, Arthur, that it is weakness that yields to temptation? I tell you that there are terrible temptations that it requires strength, strength and courage, to yield to” (Sir Robert Chiltern; ‘An Ideal Husband’).
  • cancer: “The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death. Love only should one consider” (Salomé; ‘Salomé’).
  • leo: “Be warned in time, James, and remain, as I do, incomprehensible: to be great is to be misunderstood” (letter to James McNeill Whistler, 23rd February 1885).
  • virgo: “Don’t come here. I will come to you. Ever yours” (letter to Lord Alfred “Bosie” Douglas, August 1894).
  • libra: “The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past and every sinner has a future” (Lord Illingworth; ‘A Woman Of No Importance’).
  • scorpio: “I am so glad you like that strange coloured book of mine: it contains much of me in it. Basil Hallward is what I think I am: Lord Henry is what the world thinks me: Dorian is what I would like to be — in other ages perhaps” (letter to Ralph Payne, 12th February 1894).
  • sagittarius: “Everyone is worthy of love, except him who thinks that he is. Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling” (‘De Profundis’; letter to Lord Arthur “Bosie” Douglas, written during Wilde’s incarceration at Reading Gaol).
  • capricorn: “Ideals are dangerous things. Realities are better. They wound, but they’re better” (Mrs. Erlynne; ‘Lady Windermere’s Fan’).
  • aquarius: “…we shall have true, beautiful, healthy Individualism. Nobody will waste his life… One will live. To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all” (‘The Soul Of Man Under Socialism’).
  • pisces: “A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world” (‘The Critic As Artist’).

honestly rukia was probably the most formative asian heroine of my childhood. nobody else could burn with kindness as fiercely as she could. who could snarl with such disdain, who could hunger so much to be a warrior, stalking across the battlefield with a sword glistening in her fist like a raw diamond.

i mean. here you have a dead girl, talking about justice. demanding for all spirits to be protected, demonstrating to our Male Shounen Protagonist what it means to be selfless, and a hero. she was thoughtful, earnest, and spoke her mind, and she never apologized for it.

Queenie Goldstein

You know what I loved most about Fantastic Beasts and where to Find Them? Queenie.

I mean the entire movie and all the characters were breathtaking, but Queenie was the one who really struck a chord in my heart. Like here is this beautiful, smart, genuinely sweet Legilimens who is perfectly happy in her life. She is blissfuly satisfied with bringing people coffee and being a supportive sister, and then she falls in love with this kind, honest No-maj who just wants to make people happy with pastries. She justs seems so pure, so good at seeing and appreciating the purity in others, so earnest in making everyone around her feel better.

In a world where the Fantasy genre is getting filled with powerful, angsty, sarcastic little shits, Queenie is a refreshing radiance.

There’s something about Carly’s voice in this song, echoed by the music, that electronic mournfulness. 

The sugary earnestness of it, like a whine, almost sliding to a stop before it leaves her mouth; she always sounds desperate but politely so — remember oh! my baby! — an unstoppable force, a rush, that takes you to the place (by which, I mean the feeling) she describes so often in her songs that neither she nor I have words for but we all know exists, that isn’t love yet but might be considered to be with good lighting or with good hindsight. He always makes me cr-iiy-ahhhh! The way her voice breaks when she has to reach that little more. Sometimes the loneliness is worse than the loss.

Cry is about a guy who can’t open up, in that love is about opening up, that unpeeling of independent self to become an ‘us’. In Gimme Love Carly sings I like the feeling, how you make me shy/ I still think about you, think about you a few lines before she demands fall into me! I would rather have you as you are, this sticky web of despair, then not have you at all. He always makes me cry but you know, I want you to stay tonight. I do, I do. How can I not?

At a party a few weeks ago, in a house by the beach tucked in by the hips of the hills, I drunkenly kissed a boy whose abs I could see through his shirt, as distant and circular as the light on the ceiling. He was very warm and tasted of beer. I felt a murmur of want, like a motorbike starting up in a backstreet. The evening heavy like a shroud, a hot parching anticipation, how his arms were heavy round my neck. My friends and their grins shaking like bracelets on arms, all the girls with their painted toe nails glimmering like jewels on the wet floor. People we love! The things we love! He kept texting me. My ex-boyfriend kissed someone else at a party when we were together. I know because I saw them, their hands holding the rims of glossy wet bottles like presents, entwined like vines, while up by the large drive the boys who tried to look hard fixed their hair in the rear view mirrors of cars just like the Bruce Springsteen song. Skin pressed firm and smooth against skin, in the effervescent dark. I didn’t cry. I want you to, but also, also do you want to? Even with hello, I hear goodbye. I saw a girl so beautiful once I felt I couldn’t breathe going up the stairs, my body stopped but my heart kept going, soaring, I thought it was like a drum clashing in my throat, my ribs, every single piece of me, I just thought oh! and she didn’t even look around at me. What I mean is, we all like indifference. But not to the point of no return — he takes me to the feeling but he never wants to strip down to his.

This is what Cry is saying: we change ourselves and we try to change others, we try to move them, we move ourselves but really we remain the same. Nothing you can do to me will ever be so bad as what I can do to myself. He always makes me cry — so do lots of other things. Sometimes a person is both the future and the present, sometimes a person is none of the things — how did Lana put it? The road gets tough sometimes and I don’t know why. We are both things and none. Just because it was short doesn’t mean it was precious. Just because it was a lie doesn’t mean that when you believed it, it wasn’t good. And sometimes we want and we want and we want but it never happens. The song doesn’t last as long as we want it to. Sometimes he’s a dick. The end, we’re done. It will end, it will end. We all finish. She sings goodbye! but also, also goodbye! Thank God we get to say goodbye, you know. What a relief.

anonymous asked:

HC: 40s Bucky only appeared smooth with women but in reality he was a bit of a disaster. Very earnest, adorable, but a disaster when it comes to flirting or playful date banter.

Originally posted by almie18

I mean, I think that Bucky was all talk and no action during the 1940s. He acts suave and cool in front of Steve and when he’s just small talking with girls, but if he’s on his own- and he really likes the girl he’s got his eyes on, he’s a bumbling mess. 

The best example is when he asked a girl out to a movie. The movie part was fine because it didn’t involve any actual talking, but when she suggested a walk along the pier, he was terrified. 

To try and fill the awkward silence, he kept making awful jokes that she barely laughed at, and then inwardly cursing himself for being such an idiot. He’d call her by the wrong name, or tell her weird facts he knew from his childhood science classes.

At one point, he trips over some warped wood and ends up sprawled across the floor while people laugh at him. 

But the girls, regardless of his loose tongue, always find a soft spot for him. It’s why he, more than anyone else, gets a kiss at the end of the night. 

man okay I just saw Shakespeare in Love for the first time and it’s by no means a perfect movie at all at all but also now I really want fucking earnest gradence. like that is what my heart had distilled that two hours down to. I’ve written graves being sadistic and passive and manipulative and cruel until i’ve gone blue in the face but to be honest !!! To be fucking honest !!! I don’t think I’ve written anything with any kind of true love between them yet. they’re both fucked? But I want it. I want that. I want them to both legitimately love each other so fucking much man like they’re hardly breathing because it weighs so heavy on them and Credence bows under it but does not break, cannot, levels right straight across their exacted heights when graves looks at him *that way* because they rise to meet the soles of each other’s fucking feet where they step

face holding. bed sharing. credence growing sweet and strong roots to curl around grave’s ribs because the emptiness between them needs filling and he finds, to his own pleasant surprise, that he does a bang up job of it

hand kissing. courting each other in a field of flowers, for some reason. love letters, oh (they aren’t poets, but they try)

like please. give me that schmultz. I want to see them in the grossest and most gossamer fantasy fairy tail bull shit thing, star-crossed, bound by red thread, cursed kisses or slippers, what ever the f u c k kind of tall tale mockery of their character *love* because right now, I’d believe in it

My grimoire *blushes madly*

So after months of putting it off, I’ve finally gotten started in earnest on my grimoire, or the “big grim” as I call it (as opposed to my small workbook, the “mini grim”).

As usual, I couldn’t do anything the easy way. I made the whole thing myself, covers, binding, and all.

It’s a post-bound book, meaning I can re-arrange pages if need be, but it maintains a certain book-ish look to it. It has 2 bookmarks, some cord work on the spine and cover, and a lot of blood, sweat, and tears! Here she is along with some pages I’ve started.

I don’t think I’m entirely done with the cover yet. I think I’ll probably add some decorative corners to it and reinforce it somehow. Nor are any of the pages pictured done, for that matter! Hopefully I’ll still be able to read my crazy-ass handwriting a year from now.

Hopefully someone enjoys this. I feel like there are some grimoires here on Witchblur that are just so over-the-top beautiful that trying to get within a mile of them is just a pipe dream. But she’s mine, flaws and all.

anonymous asked:

#1 and #3 with Bodhi?


I mean per my totally unjustified headcanon of him being the equivalent of a very closeted gay man working in a homophobic work and life environment under the Empire, once he finally got a chance to live he’d be on the one hand very enthusiastic and very quick to fall for people (esp if it were reciprocated), but also he would have no experience in relationships. So, basically, an awkward teen: the impulse for earnest, intense true love confessions warring with like, ingrained reluctance to be vulnerable, also combined with the big swirly hormonal mess that comes with Your First Boyfriend and getting to do sex stuff for the first time but not having any clue how.

So I mean the obvious impulse is ‘oh he’ll find his OTL and it’ll be all good they’ll be together forever’ but also I do wonder if…I mean almost no one finds their one true love on the first go round. I think in the happish #EveryoneLives AU where Bodhi gets to find love and express it however he wants, there might be some mistakes along the way: if he’s part of the rebellion, that’s bound to lead to a lot of intense situations where all those FEELINGS could easily be mistaken for love, esp for someone who’s new to having them or at least fully being able to acknowledge them. And someone who’s as quick to care and have loyalty to people as Bodhi, amidst a lot of decent people fighting a just cause, and being part of that cause – idk part of love and figuring out what it is and how it works is, in my opinion, getting your heart broken sometimes. 

Of course maybe Bodhi already has had that (with Galen, for instance, or some terrible angsty forbidden love during his time with the Empire). But still – I think someone who loves like Bodhi theoretically could (eagerly, with all his heart, etc) would deal with some heartbreak along the way, before finding real, long lasting happiness. Which he deserves, obvs. 

Even if he did end up with The Right Person right away, the pressures of being part of an underground resistance movement would probably cause a lot of relationship tension as well, which would be difficult to navigate. 

So yeah I think Bodhi would always be ready for love and committed to it, but as in real life, that’s not always enough to guarantee happiness, even if everyone involved is a decent person who’s trying.


Oh god his is a hard one – I mean by the end of Rogue One his hope is apparently just to do his part in that moment, to do everything he can to get the signal out. And along the way he apparently comes up with all sorts of plans to fly the ship out and pick up Jyn and Cassian and make it off the planet – which obviously doesn’t work out. 

Which I think is interesting – he’s still a planner, even in that horrible bloodbath on Scarif, even though everything is terrible and it probably does make more sense to give up and realize they don’t really have a chance to escape. But he still thought through a possibility where they might survive, and I think that’s telling. Even after everything, even after the terrible facts on the ground, he was still able to have a little bit of hope: that’s pretty amazing.

Especially because I think for a long time, when he was working with the Empire, he wasn’t think about the future in those terms: I think he was just trying to get through every day, doing his job, making money to send to his family to maybe protect them or at least provide for them. But hopes for himself – to escape from the Empire or something – I don’t think he had those, probably because when he was part of such a powerful, brutal institution, it seemed impossible to leave it or see another possibility after it. 

But once he got a little distance he was able to actually, y’know, believe that he had a chance to Do The Right Thing and succeed and survive. 

Send in a character and a number from this list and I will write a headcanon based on the word

anonymous asked:

Ive felt guilty for talking and talking with God through all my problems ever since I read the verse Matthew 6:7. I want to talk with God through all my problems but I feel like I can't... Any verses that can help me see that God does want to hear me?

Hi friend,

Matthew 6:7 (And when you pray, do not heap up empty phrases as the Gentiles do, for they think that they will be heard for their many words.) doesn’t mean what you think it does. Jesus is referencing Pagans here, who repeated the names of their gods or the same words over and over without thinking. He doesn’t want mindless repetition from us, but instead earnest, genuine repetition that comes from a worshiping heart. i.e. He totally wants to hear from you! Just make sure when you’re praying, you really mean it and are not just saying words that have no meaning in your heart and soul. 

As for more verses that can help you see that God does want to hear from you, here are 100 Bible verses about prayer, and here are 10 Bible verses that teach us how Jesus prayed

God so wants to hear from you, love. He wants to hear from all of us. 

All my love,


anonymous asked:

Why dont you answer all The asks u get?

The main thing that doesn’t get answered quickly is fic requests. Writing a story takes time. Some of those get buried because I can’t think of anything to write (which doesn’t mean they will never get written), and some things get buried because I am very enthusiastic about them, but the response is going to be a mini novel, and I haven’t had time.

Headcanon asks and things that can be answered quickly tend to be answered quickly. Like this ask for example. I woke up, saw it, and am answering over coffee before I start my day in earnest.

Stuff about some characters tends to be answered slowly or not at all. Mostly racetrack. Sorry Racetrack. Also the background stage characters, because I think I might have figured out who like three of them even are. There’s stuff in my FAQ (linked at the top of the page) regarding what I specifically won’t answer.

There’s an ask about a certain actor that’s been sitting around for a bit, because I plan to write a lot. Stay tuned.

Um, other than that, if there is something you feel like I haven’t been answering, maybe tumblr ate it?

I was tagged Eri @granadahollmes to do a thing so here’s me doing a thing

Rules: Tag nine people you want to know better.

Relationship status: Being v gay with @transmollyhoopers its greats
Favorite color: white
Pets: my basset baby Layna
Wake up: Get dressed, sometimes. Maybe eat some food. 
Cats or dogs: BOTH 
Coke or Pepsi: Coke all da way
Day or Night: I’m a night owl
Text or call: Mostly texting. Phone anxiety is my FORTE. 
Chapstick or lipstick: I mean I just bought an $18 lipstick, you tell me
City or country: It depends. I have grown up in a small town so anything suits, really. 
Last book I read: The Importance of Being Earnest by my gay granddad Oscar the Wilde
Last song I listened to: Dead Girl Walking (Reprise) - The Heathers Musical

Five facts about me:

1) Pansexual
2) Nonbinary
3) I’m a writer
4) I have a love-hate relationship with my job
5) I very much would like to be in Texas right now.

I guess I’ll tag…
@shylockgnomes @just–elope @blanketjohn @sylviaplith @thelatinnameofaplant and… whoever else would like to

Please don’t take him away from this world. Please don’t let him die here in my arms, not after everything we’ve been through together, not after You’ve taken so many others. Please, I beg You, let him live. I am willing to sacrifice anything to make this happen- I’m willing to do anything You ask. Maybe you’ll laugh at me for such a naive promise, but I mean it in earnest, and I don’t care if it makes no sense or seems impossible. Let him live. Please. I can’t bear this a second time. 

Tell me there is still good in this world. Tell me there is still hope for all of us.” 
― Marie Lu, Champion

Can we just talk about the new chapter and how it’s yet another hint marking the change in Ikkaku and Yumichika’s relationship? We all know that things are slightly different with them now, that they’re fighting together and allowing each other to sacrifice shit, but… 

Look at this.

Let’s remember that Ikkaku, near his first/second appearance, is the one who is like, ‘Captain Zaraki wouldn’t lose no matter what!’ Ikkaku’s the guy who’s like, you don’t lose till’ you die. Being saved is shameful, interfering in a fight is a disgrace, being left alive after a fight means dishonor, etc, all of this. 

Zaraki is Ikkaku’s ultimate idol, and he got fucked up. 

This isn’t Ikkaku saying Kenpachi survived because he’s strong, because he pulled through, no. Zaraki lost, and Ikkaku and Yumichika’s words here are ‘Thank you for saving Captain Zaraki.’

I say that’s more character development for them, Ikkaku especially. I mean, look at him. He looks pretty earnest here. He’s obviously not just saying the thanks, he’s shouting. And on top of that, they’re fucking kneeling. (It actually looks like Ikkaku collapsed to his knees, shouting his thanks, while Yumichika genuflected with more planning, suggesting Ikkaku just burst out with this and Yumichika went along with it.)

You’d think that with Ikkaku’s past moral code, if something/someone was stronger than Zaraki and beat him, Ikkaku would be like, ‘welp, that’s the way it is.’ He would’ve been happy that his Captain had finally met his match. However, Ikkaku contradicts himself again here. We’re seeing his ideology slowly shifting again, like it did after Iba shouted all that crap at him - which is probably why he’s now letting Yumichika assist him in fighting. 

Just the fact that Ikkaku has simple gratitude for someone sparing someone else’s life is a huge step forward for him. (NOT EVEN TO FUCKING MENTION THAT EARLIER IN THE PERNIDA FIGHT, IKKAKU LITERALLY SAID THAT THEY HAD TO RUN. AS IN LEAVE THE FIGHT PREMISES. This is huge to me, okay?) 

Anyway, I think we can all notice and appreciate these little things and how the mood of Ikkaku and Yumichika’s dynamic towards each other has changed in accordance with that. Ikkaku has relaxed on his ‘liberty or death’ kind of attitude, and I wonder if he’ll eventually seem accepting enough that Yumichika will feel safe to tell him about his sword power.

And also, let me just make note of how badass Nemu is and how much I love her. Even her name, nemuri, being a sleeping dream for Kurotsuchi, that whole thing is just awesome. I love her.

anonymous asked:

How did Sol Badguy lose to Slayer in the first place when he's been killing Gears in all his life? I'm just curious and a bit confused on this fact.

Who said Sol lost?  They’ve never fought in earnest yet?

Sure, they’ve sparred on occasion, but nothing especially big.

Slayer is annoying, Sol’s words, but that doesn’t mean one is stronger than the other (at least not yet).

Figure, if Bedman was about equal strength to Sol around Xrd Revelator, then Bedman’s fight with Slayer was pretty dead even too, and Slayer wasn’t even getting serious!

Just wait and see if they do fight some time…

My meaning simply is, that whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do well; that whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself to completely; that in great aims and in small, I have always been thoroughly in earnest.
—  Charles Dickens, David Copperfield

daemonslae  asked:

She's been baking all day! Little cupcakes of varying flavours are held out to delia, all decorated with pink icing, edible pink glitter, and little chocolate hearts! happy valentines day!

           && it starts in my toes, and i crinkle my nose~ 
              wherever it goes, i always know,
 that you make me smile!

    the happiness wasn’t just a smile on her lips and wrinkles in the corners of her eyes; her hands clasped together, one over the other, upon her sternum as well–but don’t you dare notice the slightest glisten of her eyes or the wiggle of her nose (a response to the tingling inside, you know)! 

    “oh, iris, those are all for me? they look so wonderful! i–come here!” delia received the cupcakes first, and after setting them aside, she immediately drew iris into an earnest, grateful, big bear hug! “thank you, iris, it means so much that you thought of me. i’ll try not to eat them all at once, haha!”  


Mitarai is such a hard-working, earnest child and I want to make sure he’s healthy and well-fed and full of good self-esteem and definitely forever protected from all the unfair bullying in the world…but can we take a moment to appreciate Imposter-kun’s brand of kindess here?

The poor kid doesn’t even have a real name to go by and yet he uses the only thing he does have, his talent, to try and help others. I mean, yea, it’s strange especially when the word “imposter” has such a negative connotation attached to it but he managed to utilize it for something good. Something positive. For hope.

That is just amazing.

Even though he probably has more than 1000 guises, Imposter-kun’s true self as a good person never changes.

Twogami is the BEST Togami.

leave it to the breeze: (81K)

 Louis couldn’t be prouder of his bake, but there’s something—there’s something. Something about Harry Styles and the earnest way he measures, pours, mixes, scrapes. Something about the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth as he knocks the air out of his batter.

or a great british bake off au in which louis cares about winning and winning only, harry is made of sunshine and rainbow sprinkles, and niall sticks his nose into other people’s business. also featuring liam as louis’s best friend-slash-concerned mother, and zayn as a macaron connoisseur.

don’t make this easy (i want you to mean it): (24K)

“Harry’s a player. All he does is chat everyone up. And guys like him are just–so ugh. He’s got that arrogant, self-assured smirk plastered to his face all the time. Always smug and stupid, like he could get anyone he lays his eyes on. All he does is make me mad and laugh all the time like he knows something that I don’t. That is so annoying.”

“But that’s just Harry,” Niall shrugged at Louis. “He doesn’t even try to flirt or anything. He’s just naturally charming, but that doesn’t mean he’s a player nor that he’s trying to get into everyone’s pants. He’s just friendly. And he likes you. He doesn’t usually fall for people, but he fell for you.”

“Oh, should I feel special then?” Louis asked, snorting and rolling his eyes.


Harry’s a frat boy who is head over heels for Louis and Louis wants nothing to do with him.

Sing A Song: (2K)

Prompt: “So we’ve never met but our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we’re showering at the same time and we sing duets (also sometimes we’re showering at the same time and I can hear you moaning)”

Pillow Talk: (25K)

 “So, do you think I should… find someone to fool around with?” Harry asks, nervous again. “To see if I like it?”

 Louis swallows hard but hopes he covers it pretty well with a casual shrug. “I mean, it would probably help to know that you actually want everything that goes along with being with a guy. If you can’t handle the machinery, it’s probably not for you, you know?”

 Harry nods and appears to be steeling himself. Louis tenses, afraid that he knows what’s coming.

 “Would you do it?”

 “Do what?” Louis plays dumb.

 Harry has to take another deep breath before he can say it.

 “Will you help me figure out if I like it? Being with a boy?”

Or When Harry starts having confusing feelings for a male classmate, his sister’s best friend, Louis, helps him figure himself out. Cue lots of kissing, sex, and falling in love.

six feet beneath the moon: (25K)

AU. takes place over one night. harry and louis meet at a going away party.

don’t believe me just watch: (5K)

The thing is, Louis knows Harry’s name. Harry knows he does. Harry corrects him every time. Repeatedly. Politely. Slightly hysterically that time he’d walked in on Louis sucking a boy off in the toilets.
Uni AU were Harry strongly dislikes the footie captain that calls him Henry no matter how many times Harry corrects him and is unfairly gorgeous. Friends meet friends and somehow they end up alone at Niall’s New Years Eve party. Louis says things he wouldn’t sober. And do things.

higher than before: (8K)

louis and harry go to the same college, and they hate each other until they sit together on a plane trip abroad.

under blue moon i saw you: (5K)

it’s easier in the light, harry thinks—to laugh and joke as louis touches him, as louis presses small kisses to his cheeks and his forehead—but when the sun sinks low behind the horizon and silver shadows of moonlight begin to trickle in through the open windows, harry has to work a bit harder to keep his body still.

i’m a moon at midnight: (4K)

where harry gives and never takes and louis throws pieces of paper into his hair during class and there’s a stranger leaving harry gifts on his doorstep.

going nowhere fast: (9K)

harry and louis are the stars of their high school’s football team. one day after practice, they get locked into a storage closet. shit happens.  

trusting things beyond mistake: (10K)

“Is that even possible?” asks Harry.

All of them stare at him for several seconds, and then Louis says, “What, coming untouched?”

“Christ,” Zayn mutters, throwing his hands up. “This fucking band, I swear.”

…or, Harry wants to see if he can come without touching his cock and ends up getting more than he bargained for.

drawing circles in water: (9K)

AU. it’s high school; everything’s the end of the goddamn world.

Faking It: (46K)

A uni AU in which Louis has been Harry’s best friend since he offered him cubed fruit on the playground, and they spend more time cuddling in their dorm beds than they do apart, but it’s not like that. Or is it?

Aka Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.

(don’t forget) where you belong: (38K)

It takes less than two seconds before Harry all but throws himself at Louis, who still has an IV hooked to his arm and looks more fragile than a newborn. He doesn’t realize he’s crying until Louis’ left arm circles around him to pat him in the back.

“Fuck, love, you scared me so much,” he murmurs against Louis’ neck, “I missed you.”

“Um, hi—Harry, was it?”

Harry can’t help but laugh, tears wetting his cheeks as he pulls back a little to look at Louis’ face, expecting a teasing smile. Instead, he is met with Louis’ confused gaze. His heart drops in his chest as he realizes that Louis isn’t messing with him.

“It seems,” Niall says, “that Lou is having a bit of trouble remembering certain things about his life.”

“Certain things,” Harry repeats, his tone flat, as he removes himself from Louis’ side.

Louis is eyeing him curiously, his eyes wide and confused, and he looks a little worried, like he wasn’t expecting Harry to react like this—like he wasn’t expecting Harry at all.


or, the one where Louis wakes up from a coma and doesn’t remember Harry.