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Marinette’s pencil brushed lightly across the page as she shaded the sketch of Chat Noir, sitting casually on her balcony’s railing.

“How’s it going?” he asked.  She wasn’t sure how he managed to stay so still, in the same pose, without altering his expression.

“Almost done.”  Catching the pencil in her teeth, she rubbed at the graphite with her thumb to blend it better.  "Just need the last few touches on the background.“

"How do you do that?”  The cat was definitely curious.

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I’ll Hurt The Suit

Kingsman: The Secret Service One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Eggsy Unwin + Harry Hart, Merlin

Warnings: swearing, implications of violence

Request: “Can you do an Eggsy one where his girlfriend is Harry’s daughter and she works as a tailor? Please xxxxxx” - Anon

Word Count: 861

A/N: First Kingsman one shot, I wasn’t really sure on where to go with this but I hope you like it !

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Peraltiago in Paris Headcanons

these got away from me tbh, like there are so many that I put some more under the cut!

  • So Jake and Rosa get out of jail (yay!!!) and get crazy amazing court settlements for their wrongful time in jail
  • Jake and Amy decide to use his for a trip to Paris (of course)
  • The first thing they do is visit all of the stairs from Jason Bourne and the bridge from Inception, and talk about how cool perp chasing on foot would be in Paris
  • Jake and Amy both took French in high school, but neither of them were very good at it, so they keep accidentally calling people idiots when they ask when the tour begins
  • Little does Amy know, Jake also used the settlement to pay off the engagement ring he bought for her
  • The whole time they’re there, Jake keeps trying to propose but something goes wrong literally every time

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Ç'est Toi (It's You)

Context: Adrien as a kid meets ancient Chinese Ladybug. It’s just an idea I can’t get out of my head, lol.

When Adrien arrived in China with his father, he didn’t expect it to be a big deal. His father was always searching for inspiration from different countries - just last year, they had visited Ireland.

Beijing was cool and breezy, and although the smog was a little strong, it was a beautiful city, with bright lights and cool statues. Adrien was glad he could understand bits and pieces of the rapid-fire Mandarin the locals spoke - despite learning it for two years, it was difficult to grasp.

His father glanced back at him. “Adrien, could you stay here for a while? I need to go inside the pottery shop, but the pottery pieces are very fragile and I do not want you to break anything.”

Adrien blinked in confused disappointment but lingered at the door of the shop. He wished he’d chosen to stay with his mother at the hotel instead of whining to go outside.

He sat on the sidewalk and looked around. There were many red candles on the roads and food piled up randomly nearby. He didn’t understand why. Wouldn’t it attract rats?

There was a soft sound of footsteps. Adrien glanced up to see a Chinese woman in red robes like a martial artist, her blue hair in a neat bun. She wore a spotted mask. Adrien wondered if she was a cosplaying supehero. How cool was that?

The woman sat next to him. “Hello,” she said in perfect French. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“No, you’re cool,” he said happily. “Are you a superhero? What’s your name? I’m Adrien!”

She smiled at him. “My name is Xing Wu. Is China a nice place for you?”

He nodded. “It’s very měi lì,” he pronounced carefully, the Mandarin words for ‘pretty’. “Like you!”

Xing Wu looked pleasantly surprised. “That’s sweet of you, Adrien. Do you know why we put the joss sticks and food on the roads?”

He shook his head. “What are joss sticks?”

“They’re the ones that look like candles,” she explained patiently. “It’s part of the Hungry Ghost Festival.”

Adrien shivered. “Ghosts? Aren’t they scary?”

“They won’t bother you if you treat them nicely. That’s why we put food and joss sticks, to fulfil their hunger.”

That was when he noticed the translucency of the Chinese woman, her outline faint and glowing. “You…you’re a ghost?”

Xing Wu shrugged. “Yes, I am. But not like the others. Someday, Adrien, you will experience a great loss. But with that loss, comes a calling. And you must stand by her.”

“Who is she?” Adrien asked. He definitely should’ve been more scared of a ghost than he was, but this one seemed so nice that he felt perfectly safe.

“You’ll know. I am her ancestor.”

“Ancestor?”

“It means I’m her family from a long time ago.”

“Adrien, who are you talking to?” His father asked, standing next to him. “Get up, we’re going back to the hotel.”

The ghost bowed to him. “We will meet again when you see her. Á plus tard, Adrien.”

~

“I…I’m super clumsy. Sorry.”

Chat Noir stared at her curiously. The blue hair, her eyes, the spotted mask….

“And you must stand by her.”

He smiled a little. “Don’t sweat it, clumsy girl. I’m new at this too.”

In the distance, there was a loud crash, possibly Stoneheart wrecking the city.

“H-hey!” The girl said nervously. “Where are you going?”

Chat Noir grinned at her. “To save Paris, of course. Are you coming?”

Fun fact: I named Ladybug Xing Wu, which in Mandarin Chinese would be 幸武, the words meaning “lucky” and “of war” respectively. (Totally not taking the liberty of me flaunting my being Chinese.) The Hungry Ghost Festival is a legit thing too, but since I don’t live in China, it may be inaccurate and I apologise in advance. I’m also not Buddhist or Taoist, so, double inaccuracy. Anyhow, leave me feedback if you want to say anything! Thanks!

TrekFest 2017

Word Count: 2453
Tags: @outside-the-government@dolamrothianlady, @supermoonpanda, @kirkaholic123, @curiosity-killed-the-speedster, @starmission @emmkolenn @sugarshai, @engineeringtrashcan @rayleyanns @sistasarah-sallysaidso @southernbellestatues
Prompt: @kingarthurscat (who I can’t tag?!) requested the following: how about something with “Are you?? sabotaging?? my dates?!?!?”


It had been a long six months, and you were finally on shore leave. The newly launched USS Archer, on her maiden mission, had been everything you’d hoped your first cruise would be. Loads of opportunity to make first contact with early warp civilizations, and a lot of diplomatic missions that excited you. The Archer was following in the not-so-distant wake of the Enterprise, finalizing agreements that had been initiated by the famous and sometimes notorious Captain Kirk and his crew. It had been hard word, rewarding, interesting and an experience you would remember as you built your career.

But now, now it was shore leave, and you were ready to blow off some steam. First, an official gathering. A diplomat, even a relatively new one, couldn’t start shore leave without a quick liason with the brass. As you got ready for the evening, you were just grateful that because you were on a Federation base, you would wear civilian clothing. Made the sanctioned event feel slightly less work-related. 

You slipped a classic little black dress over your head, shimmying it over your hips and adjusting the cowl neck to allow an appropriate shoulder-to-cleavage ratio. You fixed your make-up quickly, fluffed your hair and double-checked your appearance in the mirror. You looked amazing.

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anonymous asked:

paris with harry... GO

um, is everyone out to kill me tonight? because the only asks i get is harry and travelling JUST TO KILL ME

but noooo Paris with Harry would be a dream. you know when he looks like a prince? that’s how I picture him. in a flowy white shirt, somehow looking casual as ever, and maybe the hat he’s been wearing lately. and his hair? it would be looking like it did on carpool karaoke. soft enough that it would almost be irresistible to not run your fingers through it, so much so it’s annoying.

he would be in the best mood. being on holiday with you? just you? it’s enough to put him in a mood where he thinks he could light every street light with his happiness. but being in Paris, he’s filled with a little extra love and a little extra compassion for you. he wouldn’t know what it is about the city. the busyness that’s always going on, yet somehow it always seems so calm. how, even surrounded by people from all places (the tourists with their cameras and smiles all around, or the locals who seem so in their place you should be taking photos every moment) he feels as though it is only the two of you.

he’d be looking at you constantly. while you’re walking up the eiffel tower (deciding to take the stairs because “come on, love, we don’t get to do this everyday. got t’ appreciate it in all it’s glory”). when you’d look back at him, a little puffed and slightly red faced from all the stairs, all he’d see is the blush in your cheeks that he thinks he could compare to roses, and the look of awe he thinks fills your eyes - like you’re looking at the entire world in front of you.

or maybe, when you get back to your hotel room, he’d be struck by just how beautiful you look. when you’ve got no makeup on, fresh and bare faced. you’d be standing in door way to the balcony, windows open while the sun begins to set in front of you. he wouldn’t be sure if it was the array of colours that dusted over the city, or the way the sun seemed the melt your skin golden in front of his eyes. how you hair would sit on your skin so delicately that he could compare it to the dew that sits on flowers in the dawn of the morning.

he’d find you irresistible. as you would him, of course. it’s something about Paris, right? something about Paris that makes him stand behind you and brush the hair off the side of your face. his fingertips would be soft, tickling your skin in the most beautiful way. and he’d be warm. warm when he wrapped one arm around your waist to turn you around, and warm when the other hand would rest on your jaw to move your lips to his. you’d been like this a million times before but, the hitch in your breath wouldn’t go unnoticed. with the barely there touch of his lips that burnt each spot they touched, and the heat that sunk into your skin from his tattoo-drawn hands, you truly felt ‘butterflies in your stomach’.

he had decided he would blame in on Paris, the cheesy words that fell from his lips.

“you know” he had whispered on your lips. “i think tha’ we should get married here. when it happens”

he had smiled, before he put his lips on yours. it was the kind of kiss where the world fell away beside you. it was slow and gentle and one of his favourites. you had your small hand against his chest and his finger tips squeezed a bit at the skin of your waist. he decided he would blame it on pairs but, he could stay like that forever.

anonymous asked:

How many "Notre Dames" are there in Paris? of course there is the Notre Dame de Paris, as well as Notre Dame des Champs, Notre Dame (the Polish one that I used as a landmark), Notre Dame de Lorrette and I think that's all the ones I know of. They are all beautiful :) I grew up in Protestant churches so I was used to very simple architecture.

Oh there are tons of “Notre-Dame”! Here’s the full list of “Notre-Dame” churches and chapels in Paris only:

  • Église Notre-Dame-de-l'Assomption
  • Église Notre-Dame-de-Bonne-Nouvelle
  • Basilique Notre-Dame-des-Victoires
  • Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris
  • Église Notre-Dame-des-Blancs-Manteaux
  • Église Notre-Dame du Liban
  • Église Notre-Dame du Val-de-Grâce
  • Église Notre-Dame-des-Champs
  • Chapelle Notre-Dame-du-Bon-Conseil1
  • Chapelle Notre-Dame-de-la-médaille-miraculeuse
  • Chapelle Notre-Dame de Consolation
  • Église Notre-Dame-de-Lorette
  • Église Notre-Dame-d'Espérance
  • Église Notre-Dame-du-Perpétuel-Secours
  • Église Notre-Dame-de-la-Nativité de Bercy
  • Chapelle Notre-Dame-de-la-Paix de Picpus
  • Église Notre-Dame-de-Chine
  • Chapelle Notre-Dame-de-la-Sagesse
  • Église Notre-Dame de la Gare
  • Église Notre-Dame-du-Rosaire
  • Église Notre-Dame-du-Travail
  • Église Notre-Dame-de-l'Arche-d'Alliance
  • Église Notre-Dame-de-Nazareth
  • Église Notre-Dame-de-la-Salette
  • Chapelle Notre-Dame-du-Lys
  • Église Notre-Dame-de-l'Assomption-de-Passy
  • Église Notre-Dame-d'Auteuil
  • Église Notre-Dame-de-Grâce-de-Passy
  • Chapelle Notre-Dame du Saint Sacrement
  • Église Notre-Dame-de-Compassion
  • Chapelle Notre-Dame de la Confiance
  • Église Notre-Dame-du-Bon-Conseil
  • Église Notre-Dame de Clignancourt
  • Sanctuaire Notre-Dame-de-Fatima
  • Église Notre-Dame-de-l'Assomption-des-Buttes-Chaumont
  • Église Notre-Dame-des-Foyers
  • Église Notre-Dame-de-la-Croix
  • Église Notre-Dame-de-Lourdes
  • Église Notre-Dame-des-Otages
  • Église Notre-Dame-des-Coptes

Now I made this list, I want to visit them all XD Well done, anon haha! 

Le temps est précieux, sachons en jouir tel qu'il est, et gardons-nous par notre impatience d'en troubler le paisible cours. | Time is precious, let us know how to enjoy it as it is, and keep us by our impatience to disturb the peaceful course. (Jean-Jacques Rousseau)

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“Grantaire was a man who took good care not to believe in anything. Moreover, he was one of the students who had learned the most during their course at Paris; he knew that the best coffee was to be had at the Cafe Lemblin, and the best billiards at the Cafe Voltaire, that good cakes and lasses were to be found at the Ermitage, on the Boulevard du Maine, spatchcocked chickens at Mother Sauget’s, excellent matelotes at the Barriere de la Cunette, and a certain thin white wine at the Barriere du Com pat”

Grantaire moodboard

anonymous asked:

Hey love! Do you know any fics where either h or l is a past/recovering alcoholic? Past drug addict is okay too, but mainly alcohol please. Love you 😘

Sure !!

- Feels Like Coming Home , by @phd-mama​ : The last thing Harry Styles expects when he’s hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that’s exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn’t heard one word from Louis, and he’s moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he’s a chef, isn’t easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he’d left turn out to be not so easily forgotten. This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives. (60k, E)

- A Thousand Miles From Comfort , by @littlelouishiccups: In which Louis is a closeted gay actor and a recovering addict with a troubled past. Harry is the personal trainer who helps him get his life back in shape.With Liam as Louis’ childhood best friend, Zayn as a famous R&B artist, and Niall as a fanboy.(aka the trainer au) (74k, E)

- With These Arms Folded  , by @taggiecb​ : Harry Styles is living a peaceful existence in California as a very successful song writer. He has his lake house, and his cat, and his small town existence. That is until he receives a curious email one sunny summer morning, and his life almost immediately gets turned upside down buy a force that’s bigger than any storm he’s seen outside his window. (21k, NR)

- burn to ash , by @bethaboolou : Harry is sitting there, so fucking casual, and Louis realizes in a split second he was not ready. When Harry walked out in Detroit and never looked back, he was a boy verging on a man, still only twenty years old, but there’s a man in his place now. Hard and resolute, yes, but still, for the first time in a long time, Louis can kind of see the old Harry in him. The soft, directness of his gaze, the hesitant smile he gives to Lou, the way he wrings his ridiculously large hands in his lap.He’s a little bit the eager sixteen year old puppy dog again, his innocence and sweetness resurrected miraculously, and Louis freezes in place. He was prepared to face the asshole Harry. He was prepared to meet a whole new Harry. Louis is not prepared to meet one of the old incarnations of Harry, and it absolutely tears him up.Or the fic where Harry spirals out of control, the band breaks up, and then he shows back up, five years later. (116k, E)

- the dreams you left behind  , by cat331x13  : After Louis returns from a week-long guest spot a US chat show to an empty flat and a ‘Dear John’ letter from Harry, life as he knows it changes completely. Fast-forward two years and Louis has taken to hiding away in a tiny village in the English countryside where he isn’t known as Louis Tomlinson, ex-boybander, and has managed to live a relatively quiet life. That is until Liam, Zayn and Niall come to see him and he remembers everything he has tried to forget.When he reads of Harry’s Christmas engagement in the papers, he does the only thing he knows to mask his sorrow; drinks so much he ends up in hospital. Cue visiting family and a return to London, where he learns not everything is as it seems, the mistakes of the past can be forgiven and that maybe he might get his happy ending after all. (31, T)

I’m gonna add these fics even if it’s not technically past alcoholism :

- No One Does It Better  , by  nodibs Harry’s an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn’t the first time they’ve met. (50k, E)

- I’m always tired but never of you , by @lalalaartje​ : Harry is a photographer on his way to a summer course in Paris. Louis is a almost paediatric resident on his way home after a month of backpacking through Europe. They meet after their train is stranded in a foreign city. All they have is one night before they each leave for their own destination, so they decide to make the most of it.
Or the Before Sunrise adaptation that somehow decided to be a hospital fic with doctor!Louis who pines after photographer!Harry who is currently at the other side of the North Sea.
(30k, NR)

- To Give You a Hand to Hold   , by @gettingaphdinlarry​ : Marine Louis Tomlinson is medically discharged when an IED explodes in Afghanistan. Months later, he’s reunited Stateside with his Navy medic Harry Styles. The two of them shelter each other even as they refuse to admit they’re in the throes of PTSD, until one night nearly destroys them. (26k, not really alcoholism, but alcohol abuse)

Paris

Ok so I got a request messaged to me a few days ago asking for me to do a one shot based on the song Paris by The Chainsmokers. You know who you are. This is just my interpretation of the few lines of song below. I love this song and I always felt it was set like they were in a dream so I’ve done something similar here. Enjoy and feedback is always welcome :)

No warnings. General audience. Sebastian Stan x reader.

Requests are still open. Read here..


Out on the terrace

I don’t know if it’s fair but I thought “How

Could I let you fall by yourself

While I’m wasted with someone else?”

“I think I should tell her.” You hear Seb whisper just as you turn to face him.

“Go on then. Tell her! Tell her how you had a one night stand with your best friend then told me to never speak to you again.. all while ruining our friendship in the process.” You exclaim, trying your best to not let the tears fall. “Then tell her how you got with the next woman, a blond bimbo pretty much straight after we slept together and are now feeling guilty for not telling her about me. Go on!”

“Well when you put it like that..”

“I don’t care anymore Seb. You ruined everything the moment you walked out that front door all those months ago.”

“Please.. let me explain.. ple-”

“I want you to leave now.” You reply bluntly, holding your head up as if to challenge him.

“I’m trying to make it right. Your my best friend!”

“I wasn’t on the day you walked away. I wasn’t the day you got with her.. and I’m not now. It’s been months and nothing. Please leave me alone..”

You watch him nod, tears filling his eyes as he turns and walks away. Just like he did three months ago. What he doesn’t know is.. you will always love him and you will always dream of him no matter what. You just need to find a way to get over him now.

Stepping into the living room you slowly let yourself sink onto the sofa, sleep overtaking your exhausted body.


The sound of the radio fades to crashing waves. You can see them now. Waves crashing against the golden sand below. You’d always loved the beach as a child, coming from a seaside town then moving to the city never stopped your love for the beach and you would go as often as you could. Stepping back from the balcony you turn to face crystal blue eyes.

“Seb what did I tell you about sneaking up on me?” You whisper, reaching out to take his hand in yours.

“You told me to never do it.. but you just looked so gorgeous on that balcony with your hair blowing in the breeze and that stunning body on full display. How could I resist?”

“I thought we could do something different today.”

You feel him pull you closer, your chest hitting his and a sigh leaving your lips. This was your world. Being in his arms. “What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe go for a walk. I know the beach should be quiet at this time.” You reply, watching him nod before sprinting towards the door. Your long dress flowing behind you as your bare feet meet the familiar feel of sand. It’s hot this time of year, you remind yourself. The grainy feel of it sliding between your toes as you lift your head to meet the warm heat coming from the sun.

Squinting your eyes you can make out Seb’s silhouette coming towards you. You don’t care though because this is heaven. The sun, the beach and Seb. Heaven. Your eyes flutter closed and you let the warmth engulf you.


You jerk awake when your laptop beeps, notifying you of a new article and bringing you back into the real world. Lifting the screen you squint to see the text properly but once you read it, your heart sinks.

Sebastian Stan. The world’s most eligible bachelor seems to be off the market for good now ladies. Reports claim he is now engaged after only three months with gir-

You slam the laptop screen shut. “Well now I’ve really blown my chance.” You mumble before a loud knocking sound echoes through the apartment. Making your way down the hall you open the large wooden door. “Seb..”

He meets your weary eyes. Tears filling his as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you towards him. “I can’t marry her.”

“W-What? Why?”

A small smile graces his face as he pulls back to hold your gaze. “How can I marry her when all I do is dream of you..”

loveisalaserquest17  asked:

Hello love, can you please make me a rec with Harry!photographer fanfictions? Merci xxx

Seriously I love you and all your fic rec requests!!

- i’ll bring the bread because boy, you’re the jam : Just when he’s about to stop clicking the next button and claim defeat, maybe put some posters up around town, he’s met with a picture of white cardstock lying on a table, words written in black Sharpie with careful, deliberate strokes.  “Hiiii,” it reads, “if you’re reading this, you’ve found my camera!  I’d love it if you could contact me so I can get it back.  It’d be the nice thing to do.”Or the AU where Harry loses his camera.  Louis finds it.  They fall for each other via email. (8k, it’s my fav)

- Don’t Unplug Me Or Shut Me Down: Louis scowls. “He’s a photography student. He works with gorgeous models and probably breaks hearts with his smile. I’m a nerd. I earn my money fixing broken crap, and for some stupid reason, I like it. He wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts, he’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers, et cetera, et cetera.” Louis sighs. “I swear, the coolest thing I’ve ever done is wear contacts.“Basically, Louis is a self-proclaimed nerd who fixes things and Harry seems too perfect to keep breaking as many things as he does. (8k)

- We The Fireworks : It’s the morning after the night before and Louis doesn’t know how on earth he made it home in one piece but he reckons it maybe has something to do with the curly-haired stranger, standing half-naked in his kitchen. The problem is that this mysterious stranger, who has a huge secret and an even huger heart, doesn’t seem to plan on leaving Louis’ life anytime soon and doesn’t seem to be able to get it into his stupidly adorable, curly head that Louis is absolutely, utterly, completely, one hundred percent beyond help. Out of reach. Lost in the night.OrThe AU where Louis needs saving and Harry wants to save him but doesn’t want to admit that maybe he needs saving a little bit too. (103k, triggers warning about rape and prostitution)

- Baby There’s No Other Superstar: Louis is an underwear model who gets a little more than he bargained for when Harry’s the photographer on his next shoot. (4k, it’s smut)

- Put it all on me : Yeah, yeah, give it to me, that’s it, spread your legs a bit, there you go.”  The camera follows Louis as he does. Maybe if the modelling thing doesn’t work out, he could try the porn industry. Then again, he’s a bit too stocky to be twinky and a bit too twinky to be anything else. He likes that about himself, though. Well, directors and photographers like that about him. He could pull off pretty and edgy, could do GQ in the morning and a perfume commercial in the afternoon. Right now he thinks he could pull off anything, because it’s Harry fucking Styles directing him. Or, a Top Model AU where Louis is accidentally there to make friends, not become Britain’s Next Top Model. (Also Zayn is the supermodel host.) (15k)

- the magic that is you and me : his man who was a complete stranger only a few hours ago – who still is a complete stranger, really – has taken over his heart and mind and he wants to understand the way they orbit each other, the way they fit after barely any time has passed.  He feels like he’s just come alive, like a new part of him he didn’t know existed has suddenly been awakened, and he wants to feel this forever, wants to ride the high for the rest of his life.Or, the AU where Harry works at Jason Mraz’s avocado farm, Louis works for BuzzFeed, and they’ve only got a few hours to fall in love. (11k)

(also I haven’t read them yet but it looks great)

- Dear Santa: Christmas AU in which the boys all work at the Santa Photo Booth and nothing is quite what it seems. Or the one where Louis will need a miracle to fix this ridiculous Christmas Cluster-fuck.
Staring Louis as the guy who responds to Santa’s mail, Niall as the worlds most Irish Santa Claus, Liam and Zayn in stripy Elf tights, and Harry as a plot twist you definitely didn’t see coming.
(12k)

- the chemical, physical kryptonite : AU in which Harry is a photographer, Louis is a uni student, and they meet at a coffee shop.  Louis isn’t enamored with Harry, not at all, not even one bit. (6.6k)

- Keep These Memories for Ourselves : Harry’s a professional photographer and he can never keep his mind off of different ways he can take pictures of Louis. Louis can be a bit camera shy, but Harry finds a way to build up his confidence and get him to relax in front of the lens. Louis discovers just how much the camera loves him. (9.5k)

- You Fit Me Better Than My Favorite Sweater (I Will Love You ‘Til the End of Time) : The first person Harry sees through the viewfinder of a camera is Louis Tomlinson.Snapshots from a decade of Harry and Louis’ life as told through a collection of cameras, milestones and 90s references (31k)

Watch Him As He Goes:   It’s why Harry loves assignments with Louis; they’re thrilling in a way. It’s like he never rests. He’s this animated, gorgeous guy who’s all over the place and Harry actually has to work hard just to catch up to him.  It kind of reminds him of trying to stalk a predator stalking its prey, with his old 70-300 mm lens. Only the predator is a cheeky arsehole. “Come along Harold, I know you usually wait for your zebras to pose for you but here you’ve got to think on your feet,” Louis yelled one time, before disappearing to interview Detective Payne. Never mind the fact Harry was slow in the first place because of Louis’ tight jeans. Or, the AU where Louis’ the best police reporter in the country, Harry’s the new photographer who is more used to penguins than human subjects, and also there are superheroes.

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The 2nd Imaginary Symphony, Episode 3

Augustus: August here, this is the Perpetual Broadcasting Corporation.  Welcome to our broadcast of part three of the 2nd Imaginary Symphony, and of course, to week three of our lead-up to Platypus Eve, tonight being the night, of course, when all Paris spills into platypus-shaped sea craft, in many cases passed down from parents or grandparents, and float upon the Seine, sharing delicious nighttime picnics.

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Secret Romance Pt. 6

Originally posted by incantatalacertis

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Part 5

Warnings: Smut, and extreme fluff! Pietro is super romantic.

Summary: You, Pietro, Wanda and Vision run away to Paris together to escape the upcoming Civil War and the dangerous job that they have so that you can all live a peaceful life. And where is that place? Paris of course!

A/N: So this is why Wanda asked Pietro if he could still speak French! They’re going to Paris baby! I’ve taken French in school since sixth grade so I know a lot of the culture and Pietro apparently ran to Paris in AoU so I thought it might be fun for him to go back! So now they’re all living the French life! Hopefully I learned accurate things about their life in school and don’t horribly misrepresent a fantastic culture! Enjoy!


You sat in your room at the tower crying your eyes out. You thought that Pietro really loved you. But now it looked like he didn’t care enough to spend time with you because he wanted to “protect your heart”. Maybe you were being a bit hard on him but if he really loved you he would have fought to keep you at his side, not let you go. Then suddenly you stopped crying when you remembered an old saying. When you love someone let them go. And if they love you, they will come back. Pietro had let you go because he loved you. And now you had let him go. So if he loved you he would- Your thoughts were cut off by a knock at your door. If it was your father you swore you would- You tried to open the door but you couldn’t. Then someone on the other side of the door cursed. “Pietro?” You ask softly. “Is that you?” 

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Of course we know Paris as the city of love. Today I shared a train ride with a happy couple and their baby tomato plant. While taking pictures of the French countryside, I accidentally snapped this candid moment of their happiness in each other as they shared a laugh. They got off at the next stop, but the good energy that they left behind lingered throughout the trip. This is the kind of love I had hoped to find in Paris, and I’m lucky to have captured the moment I witnessed it.