harry you're bad

anonymous asked:

i hate to fuel whatever high you seem to get from embarrassing and completely trashing other people who's opinion is not your own, but i legitimately feel bad for you. i understand that everyone has the right to post whatever they want but how can you be happy when you spend so much time out of each day just spreading absolute hate. you're going out of your way to hurt other people and that's not okay. i'm not trying to start an argument or give you anything to make fun of.

i hate to fuel whatever high you seem to get from embarrassing and completely trashing other people  for existing in a way that invalidates your ship, but i legitimately feel bad for you. i understand that everyone has the right to post whatever they want but how can you be happy when you spend so much time out of each day just spreading absolute hate. you’re going out of your way to hurt other people and that’s not okay. i’m not trying to start an argument or give you anything to make fun of.

i think i get extra protective over my canon ships, like romione and hinny because at one point they weren’t canon. And you have no idea what shit we had to go through from other shippers (like H/Hr shippers). It was brutal. And then we watched these precious characters actually falling in love in front of us and it was just magical. All the fighting and the debating and the quotes and the reading between the lines we were throwing around in ship wars… 

And. We. Were. Right.

That’s why I love my canon ships. We were there from the beginning and it just felt so good when it came true.

Fav Fic/Fic Rec 4/? : Battle Cry by Velvetoscar
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They continue to sit next to each other, the space between them filled with sludgy, quiet nothingness. Which is good. Because Harry likes silence. It’s an excellent time for self-reflection.

While reflecting, Harry absolutely does not sniff the air in hopes to catch wind of Louis’ cologne. Or aftershave. Or soap, maybe. Shampoo will do. Hell, even a natural odour? He nearly falls out off the stool trying to get a whiff of something, anything.

That’s normal behaviour, though. Standard human nature. He’s just curious because he wants to know what stars smell like. Not that Louis is a star—Harry’s the star here. Louis is a mere space rock.

An incredibly alluring space rock. Or maybe he’s a black hole. Very detrimental and ominous and important?

Fuck, no. No, Louis is a star, isn’t he. Just look at him.

Shit. He’s so… He’s such a star. He’s a beautiful star. He’s literally slumped on a stool, feet spread, one of his legs bouncing downright obnoxiously, and Harry is still staring at him like he were the second coming.

Coming. Goodness.

He better knock that train of thought right on its head before things get indecent in here.

Sigh. Harry Styles is a victim.

Summary: Harry’s got a heart, a soul, and a band. And with that, obviously, comes a future paved in great success, right? So all he has to do is win the Battle of the Bands, right? Simple. What’s not so simple is the fact that Louis Tomlinson is his biggest competition. And also happens to be made of everything that Harry’s ever wanted. No… That’s not simple at all.

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There now. That’s a little better, isn’t it? 

It's Just a Kiss

“An AU where Harry and Niall are strangers but are sit next to each other and are caught on the kiss cam pls.”  - narrydaylight

I just saw this on my feed and I haven’t wrote anything for Tumblr, but my friends say I’m good??? So I figured to write this, and I apologize in advance if it’s horrible.

Two beers in hand, Niall quickly but carefully made his way down the steps. One after another beer spilling out of the rims of plastic cups, Niall held a smile as he reached his group of friends. He had to squeeze past another group and finally sat down. Niall’s friend scored them not only a holiday to Miami, but section 106 seats to the Heats game. They were only a few rows back from the court, even though Niall didn’t care so much for basketball it was an amazing experience.

The game was about to start when this posh looking young man sat next to him. He assumed that the freshly shaven boy belonged the group he had to squeeze by earlier. Niall took in his appearance. He was a little too over dressed for the occasion but on the other hand Niall looked like he was a huge fan decked out in merchandise he bought when they got in. Niall diverted his attention to the court and sipped the lukewarm beer before the man caught him staring.

Throughout the first quarter Niall finished two beers and had a slight headache from the annoying human next to him, constantly asking questions about the physics of the game. Just watch the damn game and pretend, he thought to himself. Niall turned his snapback around watching the game intently. The whole row stood up as the intimidating players passed the ball down their side of the court. All but the confused man next to him. His eyebrows were inward as he rubbed his jaw, quick eyes following the ball. The man looked up at Niall and took in his reactions to the team. His hands rubbed together, we could all be honest and point out Harry did not belong here at all.

Half time came quicker than both boys thought. Niall was bummed because the game was almost over and Harry was ecstatic to get up and use the bathroom. As Harry waited in line for a platter of nachos, as usual he wasn’t paying attention. He stepped forward as the person in front of him turned around with four beers in hand. Those four beers spilled themselves as their chests collided. Harry muttered quick apologizes as he grabbed napkins to try drying off his expensive button up. Niall swore like there was no tomorrow, as he repeated the same actions.

“I’m really sorry about that.”

Harry tossed the soaked napkins into the disposable. “Its fine but you owe me four beers.” Niall winked and picked up the mess on the floor. “If Miami loses then I’ll buy you four beers.” A cheeky grin held smug to Harry’s face as Niall faced him. “Deal.” They shook on it before departing their ways. One to the seats and one to go score his nachos.

While the cheese dripped from Harry’s lips, both boys watched the screen. The two groups of friends laughing as the kiss cam goes around. Some assholes, jerks, passionate elders, and then finally. The whole place goes silent and mouths drop. Drunk men laughing, swishing their beer around, pointing at the screen. The platter of nachos nearly fell out of Harry’s hand and the beer almost collided against the floor. The camera landed on them.

“Oh my god.” Niall gasped, eyes not leaving the screen. Harry laughed setting the platter down and wiping his mouth with a brown napkin. “I am not doing this.” Niall breathed and shook his head as the crowd chanted. “Hey don’t knock it till you try it, it’s just a kiss.” A smug grin from Harry caused Niall to roll his eyes. “Fine.” Niall muttered with a huff.

Harry grabbed his jaw and kissed him, shocking everyone. The crowd erupted into yells and cheers. Niall’s lips moved against Harry, as he leaned more into the kiss. They both separated but remained close, Harry’s light eyes flickered taking in Niall’s reaction. Both with a smug grin.

“So how about those four beers, at my place?”