i could have been a rockstar

lat479  asked:

I've recently discovered there are quite a few types of soulmate au out there. My question is what are the mods favorite type of the au.

we have a pretty extensive soulmates au tag :D

for new-ish soulmates fics i really liked:

in the eye of the beholder by ironic_boner

In a world where whatever your soulmate draws on their skin shows up on yours too, things get complicated when your soulmate is a tiny lil fucker, or when you’re missing an arm.

Or: Five times someone insults Bucky’s soulmate’s art, and one time Steve starts to believe the haters and Bucky has to fix that.

The Man Who Ate Brooklyn by Kelly (WIP)

In a world oversaturated with propaganda to find your soulmate, Steve isn’t interested in feeding into the hype. He resigns himself to a quiet, solo existence as an artist barely making it in Brooklyn. When his art lands him in the midst of an up and coming rockstar, he’ll be pushed to new places and new feelings that he never could have prepared for.

you got hell to pay but you already sold your soul by Tator

“I, uh, I had a mate–a soulmate,” he muttered quietly, and suddenly the room fell silent. No one seemed to even take an inhale after his little confession. “It’s obviously been a long time since then. It was back before the- back then.” He felt a burning behind his fifth rib, and tried not to remember the loving feeling of fire that came with it. (He could still remember how to drown. But the burning from the ice was never quite the same.)

or the one where Steve had a soulmate and then didn’t but kinda always did

mere colors by brostucky (clawstoagunfight)

That’s when Bucky takes a deep breath and shoves his way through the crowd.

And, really, it’s that moment that shit starts to hit the fan.

things to remember about muse when ur feeling down

•chris wolstenholme, who struggled with alcoholism in the early years of the band, is now completely sober with a truckload of kids!! he is also pure sunshine

•matt bellamy,, a child , had a son named bing whos favorite song is starlight.

•matt has 2 cats named kim and kanye, , what more could u ask for

•he also has tOns of sheep and doubles as a farmer as opposed to his usual rockstar persona

•they are all dorks and giggle through all of their interviews. kids, i tell ya

•dom howard went from a lil dork in showbiz era to a fucking hUnk in drones era. the biceps… the biceps

•they have all been bff s for most of their lives and have also been friends with tom kirk and consider him the fourth member of muse !!! so cute so cute

•speaking of tom kirk, he exists and trolls the muse fandom thru his twitter (#soon)

•morgan!! nicholls!!! exists!!! and is the Sun

•matt is so smol and his guitars r too big for him (eSPECially in showbiz era)

•they wrote a whole album based around science and energy use and it is so amazing

•matt is a conspir acy theorist omg

•one time muse was forced to mime so they all switched places and matt wad the drummer and dom was the lead singer/bassist and chris was the guitarist and none of the ppl noticed and if they did they were too scared to say anything

•also another time they had to mime matt just acted like a lil twat the entire time and waved his hands over the keyboard like a lil dork

•ok this list could b a mile long so im just gonna end it with the fact that muse exists.

•the edn


A fic about: Van’s changing behaviour being v. worrying for everyone. 

Note: Shoutout to @kanyezbest for the inspirational conversation. 

The vibration of your phone didn’t wake you. As it fell off the mattress and hit the bed frame on the way down, it was the noise that startled you from your dreams and propelled into the land of the living. Clawing around for it in the early morning light, you picked up without looking at the screen. 

“Hello?” you croaked out. There was hesitation on the other end. Whoever it was only just realised calling this early could wake you. For a second you thought of Van. 

“Hi, Y/N. It’s Bernie. Woke you, didn’t I?" 

So, not Van. Close to though. You sat up, turned the lamp on and looked at the clock. It was almost seven in the morning. Really, not that early. 

"It’s fine. Um. Hi. Is everything okay? Has something happened?" 

Why else would your exboyfriend’s father be calling? 

"No, nothing’s happened. Mary and me… We were just wondering if you’d spoken to Van in a while?" 

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a little above the surface (chapter 2)

Genre and warnings: angst, romance
Rating: T (for this chapter)
Pairing: rockstar!Namjoon x ex-violinist!reader
Series summary: As far as you were concerned, ex-violinists and highly-acclaimed rock stars weren’t supposed to mix, especially when a certain purple-haired rock star was supposed to just remain in your past.
Word Count: 7.1k
a/n: partly inspired by Uncontrollably Fond

Chapter 1 (M) 

It started when Namjoon was ten.

He was always fond of writing poems, using words that he realized grown-ups used whenever they were discussing about serious things. He would take note of these words, writing them down on his notebook until he would be able to use them for the poems he wrote for school.

However, one day, a teacher asked him how he wrote the poems he made during class. And so, Namjoon decided to tell her about what he did and how he would discover new words everyday just by observing (and listening) what the grown-ups did.

For some reason, he was then ushered into an office where he was made to take a test. Later on, they would discover that his IQ level was at 148. Something that he would be known for the rest of his life.

It was in his second year in middle school when he started to bop along the songs on the radio. But, for some reason, he felt like the poems he would write could acquire a different kind of existence by becoming songs that would change people.

Two days later, he wrote a song that he shared with his classmates. Because their classmates appreciated the songs he made, it became apparent that his music teacher would hear his songs. Said music teacher would then urge him to write more songs, simply to bring out his talent. He would teach the then fourteen-year-old Namjoon how to play the piano and more instruments. Still, the songs Namjoon could write at that time were songs that were suitable for people his age.

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#106 - For hermosadecadencia, thesambuca, & placidus

Filling the prompts “van being in love with this girl while meeting the reader and they become friends and all but she breaks up with him and van is a fucking mess like drunk everyday and all that and the reader just stays with him and they slowly fall in love” from @hermosadecadencia and “a relationship … built on music” from @thesambuca and  "van dating a guy when you meet / before you get together ? because van mcpann is a blessing" from @placidus

With a record in each hand, a decision had to be made. Bowie. Joy Division. Technically, both could have been bought. It would just mean you’d be eating more two minute noodles that week. You quickly surveyed the room to see if there was anyone around that could help. There was a girl at the counter, but she was a) on her phone and looked busy with that, and b) was so pretty you felt nervous at the thought of even asking her opinion. There was a group of girls over in the ‘just in’ section frothing about The 1975. A guy with a mohawk that reached high into the air appeared to be also agonising over a decision; his was between Cannibal Corpse and The Doors. You hoped he picked Jim. The only other person in the store was a normal looking guy. He was flicking through the film soundtracks. 

Approaching him slowly, he turned to you. His smile was invitation for conversation, and you held the two records up. “Please help,” you said. He laughed and took them from you.

“Well, both are staples in your collection, yeah? So you can’t go wrong. But, would 'ave Joy Division done so well if Curtis hadn’t… you know?” the guy said. 

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Could i have a #1 with GD for the drabble prompt? Thank you <3

I hope you like it. :D

1. “Don’t hate me ‘cause I’m beautiful.” 

You had been sitting on the bed for half an hour, ready to go, before Jiyong finally made his way out of the bathroom. The two of you were going to a party, and you had put on your dress and done your makeup early, because you knew how long your boyfriend would use in the bathroom. He was such a perfectionist. 

The door opened, and Jiyong sashayed out, in true Rockstar fashion. The man really knew how to make an entrance, even if it was just into his own bedroom. What he was wearing could only be described as a weird haute couture mess. The shirt and jacket by themselves would look out there and cool, but the trousers he had paired them with were some of your least favourite trousers you had ever seen him in.

You sighed, he knew you hated those trousers. He looked at you, and cocked his eyebrow in a challenge to you. “Don’t hate me ‘cause I’m beautiful.” Then he winked at you, and you rolled your eyes. He did a slow sensual spin in front of you, and you couldn’t deny that you liked the way he moved. It was then you saw it.

 “Sweetie, unless you want to be extra controversial tonight, I suggest you change your outfit,” you smirked, after taking it all in.

 He looked at you dubiously, “what do you mean?”  

 “Well,” you walked up behind him, pretending to be judging his outfit. “For one,” you slipped your hand through the gaping hole in the back of his trousers to give his sexy little butt a good squeeze, making him jump a little. “There’s this giant hole in the back,” you finished, a Cheshire-cat smile adorning your face.

 “What?” he yelped, “but I just got them!”

 You shrugged, before crawling back into bed, ready to wait for him to choose a new outfit. Jiyong’s cat jumped up on your lap the second you sat down.

 Jiyong squirmed around a little, trying to get a look at the hole in his trousers. “How could this be? It’s the newest collection from my favourite designer!”

 The size and shape of the hole made it blatantly obvious what, or who had happened to the trousers. “I think I know what happened to them,” you tried to hold back a giggle, while gently stroking the head of the perpetrator, who just happened to lie on your lap.

 Being unable to be angry with the cat, Jiyong just huffed, and turned to grab some different trousers from the wardrobe before stomping into the bathroom to change and check out his new outfit.

 You leaned down to gently kiss the cat on the head, “did I ever tell you that you are my favourite?” the cat just purred happily back at you.

tenpointstohufflepuff  asked:

You really are a cheerleader! I admire it very much and wish I had your positive outlook. Serious question: have you ever been disappointed/upset/frustrated by the show?



I’m gonna give you a rundown of when that happened, so you don’t think I’m just an overly positive android (too soon?)! 

Let’s start with the “Pilot”. Yes. The Pilot. So like. I was so intrigued with this show because I had seen the Iron Man movies and The Avengers and really liked Coulson, so when I found out he was getting his own show, I was so pumped.

And then when I selected it to watch on Hulu, I immediately pressed “pause” maybe ten minutes through.

I was already over it. The show seemed too cheesy. I wasn’t gripped by any of the characters. Coulson was too Coulson-y (gasp. I shutter to think that these things actually went through my brain. But hey. It’s the truth.) 

So I stopped it. Watched something else. And didn’t think about the show for awhile.

Do you know why? 

Do you fucking know why? 

Because I hadn’t met FitzSimmons yet.

I’m telling you. They didn’t even come on the screen. So I was like… this show’s dumb. And didn’t give it a chance. (I should’ve.) 

So a year goes by. 

A year. 

One day, I decide to watch it past the ten minute mark. 

And that’s when I met FitzSimmons and actually watched the rest of the episode, and I was sold.

At least… to the FitzSimmons part of it.

And then the whole story grew on me. I was hooked after “FZZT” (weren’t we all?), and then even more so after “Turn Turn Turn” (weren’t we all?). 

Not gonna lie. Season 2 was super frustrating to watch when it aired (and that was after binging the first six). I was very underwhelmed by the FitzSimmons relationship and development. And then Jemma’s whole conversation with Bobbi and then her following conversation with Fitz? I was like… ummmm… where are they going with this? 

I wasn’t even blown away with the mid-season 2 finale like I should’ve been because I was like, “but FitzSimmons, though?”. 

I fell asleep through “The Things They Bury”. Several times. That happened. And “Melinda”. That happened too.

But my biggest disappointment/frustration is incredibly ironic. Because I pretty much *gave up* on the show when the season 2 finale aired and they finally made their date, and Jemma finally confessed her feelings, and then she was swallowed up by. a. rock..

When that happened, I was literally like, “Fuck this show.” 

And didn’t even plan to continue watching it. And then – by happenstance – decided to catch the season 3 premiere.



Then I fell asleep through “Purpose in the Machine” (not during the Fitz parts). That happened too. 

But once Fitz got Jemma back? I was hooked, lined, and sinkered. 

And then “4,722 Hours”. And seeing the Will/Jemma relationship (even though it was clear to me where it was going before) left me absolutely gutted.

A literal gut punch.

I know I’m the biggest Will fan now, but back then after the first watch? I was so pissed. 

The thing that first got me changing my tune was listening to Elizabeth’s podcast in This Week in Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. in regards to that episode (I highly recommend you listen to these podcasts. It will give you a newfound appreciation for the show. The people involved in this work love it so dearly, and you can really tell.). She almost issued an apology to the FitzSimmons shippers where you could hear actual concern in her voice, and I was like… why is this actress apologizing for her character? It just made me stop in my tracks and really consider what I was expecting from the show. And why she felt the need to apologize. Or at least explain Jemma’s motivations. 

So that was stewing in my brain for a bit, and then I got a bit frustrated that the Lincold/Daisy romance escalated so quickly when all FitzSimmons got was a fist bump. And then things started looking up from there, so I was happy as a clam with the result. But I was still very underwhelmed with the final four after 3x18. (Where’s FitzSimmons????)

And then a number of things happened. 

I started writing Glimpses where I had to go back and re-watch and really pick apart the characters’ psyches. I started chatting with other fans who would be like, “remember this scene?”, and I’d be like, “No.” (Because it wasn’t FitzSimmons.) Like. Before. I literally couldn’t tell you what happened in “T.R.A.C.K.S.”. I thought they were going back in time because I barely paid attention to the narrative. Goodness. Yes, this was me.

And then things got so stressful in my personal life, I could barely stand it. I cried everyday. And I just sort of subconscious bitchslapped myself, “Okay, dude. You can go into season 4, only paying attention to the FitzSimmons romance and expecting to be rewarded. Or you can go into season 4 and watch the show for what it is. And find joy. The only bit of joy in your life right now (I’m not dramatic. You’re dramatic.)” 

So I did. And the moment I was like, “That was an awesome episode!” – whether I believed it at the moment or not – it did something to me. Not right away. I faked it ‘til I made it. I didn’t let myself become overly critical of the episodes anymore because I was like, “What do you have to gain if you keep looking for disappointment?” So I didn’t.

And the magical thing is…

It fucking worked.

The more I was like, “I really liked that episode,” the more I actually did. I know. This sounds like Director Mace motivational garbage. But for me, it really, truly worked. 

And then. 

I re-watched the entire show. NOT. JUST. THE FITZSIMMONS. SCENES.

And I realized I missed out on a lot. Like. A lot when I solely focussed on those two before. 

I found myself crying in episodes I fell asleep in before. I did not fall asleep through any of them this time. The re-watch only increased my love and passion and zeal for the show tenfold. 

And I began to really, truly appreciate the show for what it was: an ensemble show in a superhero genre, focussing on character development and human conflict. 

Then I listened to every single podcast from the site I mentioned earlier. Only increased my zeal. 

Then I found two separate reaction video dudes who watch the show with a fervor that I’ve only matched recently. Because they’re not exclusively FitzSimmons shippers (they both ship FitzSimmons, but that’s besides the point). Their reactions and love for the show are so pure and good, and it was so refreshing to see the show through their eyes.

So. Yes. I admittedly started out as a sole FitzSimmons watcher. I loved their relationship so much, but I didn’t love the show as much. 

Now, I still love their relationship, but the show has captivated me as well. 

Focussing on the positives really gave me a genuine appreciation for the show. I have a newfound love for all the characters, not just FitzSimmons. I used to be indifferent about Bobbi, and now I think she’s a rockstar (heh). Daisy’s my third favorite character when I was in the “This isn’t the Daisy show” camp beforehand. May’s backstory is heartbreaking, and Jeffery Mace is the man. I could go on and on about everyone. 

So… to bring it back… yes. There have been times when I was underwhelmed and frustrated. 

But I can now tell you exactly what happened in “T.R.A.C.K.S.” and can enjoy each and every episode every time I re-watch it. I love all of them because this is my favorite show. 

I promise you I did not start out as a cheerleader. But being a cheerleader has increased my joy a hundred times over. 

I highly recommend it. 

You’ll see the show in a whole new light. 

And. it’s. awesome

So dim that spotlight- tell me things like “I can’t take my eyes off of you”

I got great feedback on my last Rockstar AU and was even asked if I would write another, so I figured why not! The When Harry Met Sally fic is still happening but you’ll have to wait for the next bit. 

Song- SuperStar
Synopsis- Rockstar AU
Word Length- 792
TW- some very scandalous kissing (HOMOSEXUALITY IMPLIED)

Simon Snow couldn’t believe his luck. He could hear them in the next hotel room over. They weren’t using amps, so the music was quiet, but he was sure it was them. Simon had been listening to this band for nearly five years now, he was seeing them live the next day and they were separated by only one room. The band was called The ReDead. Their first album was screamo but they had matured into a more casual rock-punk-pop kind of things. Simon’s girlfriend Agatha hated them. She hadn’t wanted him to go. Birmingham was a few hours outside of their town and Simon had to stay there overnight. Agatha didn’t trust him to not hook up with any girls. That’s what Agatha was like, jealous and hated good music. But she was… comfortable. So he stayed. 

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Still Running Back To You

inspired by listening to outerspace/carry on | a breakup!luke fic by me 

what meant to be a short little blurb turned into…this. i just let my mind write and see where it takes me. let me know what you think!

It had been two months since you had last spoken to Luke. Right before they left for tour, the unimaginable had happened: you got your heart broken by a rockstar. 

How could you have not have seen this coming? Of course your heart would be broken in the end. Luke is a rockstar; those relationships never work out in the movies or in the fanfiction. Just because your heart was broken, doesn’t mean you don’t look when you hear his name, or smile when you see him and his best friends performing on your TV screen. 

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anonymous asked:

Your interpretation left me in awe of harry. Wow. I personally don't think he had much of a choice when choosing his label due to matching rights held by sony (although his contract is definitely not as bad as before). And they have been pushing for solo harry for years and were never gonna stop until their 'investment' paid off. So for him to give them this as the much anticipated first single - wow. Instead of giving them the classic rock anthem or romantic ballad they were hoping for (1)

(Which they could have used to sell him as ‘harry styles - rockstar tm’ or a sensitive crooner who’s longing for love) - instead of giving them that he gave them this song that’s detailing the torment and abuse he’s faced during all of this. Artistically this is just such a huge slap in the face for them and i love it. Also, i agree that it will not last forever - choosing sott as his first single is basically proof that he is still fighting to me (2)

And choosing a transgressive, industry-changing figure like David Bowie as his inspiration, and the song Lazarus (if it actually applied as an inspiration– he couldn’t have not seen it last year, as big a Bowie fan as he is), with its closeting imagery, to model a song on. And then to tell an interviewer that the meaning of the song was literal and personal.

It’s just… a lot.

He’s extraordinary. There’s no other way to describe him.

Tour Fight (Calum Imagine)

A/n: You wanted another tour fight, here ya go!! I was going to make this a happy ending but got emo last second 😅 Really hope you like it and feedback is encouraged! Tell me if you guys like it or not and keep on requesting! ❤️ 

TRIGGER: Swearing 

Pairing: Calum + Y/n 

I knew dating a rockstar wasn’t going to be easy. Calum was a unique one. I’ve never been in a serious relationship before and I know that this, what Calum and I have, definitely constitutes as serious. The moment I laid my eyes on him in that record shop, I knew I was a goner. I mean who can resist those chocolate brown eyes and those little curls that fell across his forehead and the way he could make you feel so safe just by his touch… 

Fuck. I’ve never been good at this whole “love” thing before. I mean he’s the first guy I’ve ever fallen for and in our 1 and a half years of dating, I know that he feels the same way but I just can’t help it. 

I’m scared. 

I don’t want to mess things up with Calum. He’s the only thing that I look forward to after a long day at school. He’s the only person I want to explore the world with. He’s the only one I want to touch, kiss, and cuddle with at night.

That’s my hopeless romantic side talking.

My logical, realistic side is telling me that happy endings don’t exist. That fairy tales are a bunch of lies and that love isn’t real. 

I want to be with Calum but I know that whatever we have is going to have to end soon because that’s just the way things go…right? 

So that’s why I’m sitting alone in this coffee shop just down the street of the arena the boys were performing in tonight. I took a week off work so that I could visit Calum and tell him what I’ve been feeling but it’s difficult when you can’t even articulate the words you want to say without breaking someone’s heart. 

I need to let go of him so that I won’t get hurt. I’ve suffered too much pain to go through it all again. I sound selfish I know. But I’m doing this for him too. When I’m gone, he can be with someone who knows and experiences his lifestyle too. Maybe meet another celebrity or a model. But this life I have with Calum is bound to dissipate and I can’t go through that pain. I can’t. 

He’s been ringing my phone and sending me texts along with the rest of the boys wondering where I am since I left in the morning and haven’t been heard of since. I need time to collect my thoughts before I see him. 

As the sun shone through the window painting a fluorescent white light against the faces of the civilians walking by, I saw him. I knew that face from a mile away. 

Dammit. I should have known he would come looking for me. Although he may seem like he’s an easygoing guy, I knew he worried a lot. About me specifically. Which just makes what I’m about to do even harder. 

As I met his eyes through the window, I could see the relief flood in as he made his way through the door and in front of me.

“Seriously?!” He all but yelled in the relatively quiet coffee shop. “Running away in a foreign city y/n! Are you crazy?!“ 

“Calum, calm down I-” But of course he wouldn’t let me finish. 

“I called you a dozen times at least along with the boys. Why didn’t you answer?” He softened his voice looking directly into my eyes. “I was so fuckin worried that something may have happened to you y/n. Why would you scare me like that?" 

I sighed playing with the rim of my coffee cup not daring to meet his eyes just yet. 

"Doll.” He gently spoke. “Please look at me.” He sat down in front of me grabbing my hand forcing me to look at him. 

“I’m sorry Cal I really am but I just needed to get away for a bit.” I muttered. Fuck me I hate this I absolutely hate this. 

“What happened?” He questioned, gently rubbing his thumb across my hand. “Is something wrong?”

I let go of his hand and I can’t deny the aching pain in my chest when I saw the hurt cross his eyes. I was always a hand holder with him. My cold hands meeting his always warm ones was a perfect contrast. I knew he pretended to act like he was annoyed with my constantly “cold blooded nature” but I could see the fondness in his eyes every time I held his hand, knowing that he could always warm me up just by his touch. 

“Baby.” He spoke snapping me out of my thoughts. “Hey lets go back to the arena okay? We can talk there.” He carefully spoke as if raising his voice would trigger and unleash a fury within me. 

But I wasn’t mad. Far from it actually. I knew we couldn’t have this conversation here so I nodded my head and got up, making my way out the door without so much of a glance back at Calum. 

The walk back was brutal. We were always touching each other. Whether it was his arm around my waist and hand in my back pocket, or my hands around his arm tracing his tattoos and clinging onto him like a koala bear. But I kept my distance. Touching him would only make what I’m about to do even more difficult. 

As we came near the arena I felt Calum’s hand grip mine tightly, interlacing our fingers together while pulling me away and into the tour bus that was parked just outside the exit. He led me in and sat me down on the couch making sure the boys weren’t there.

“Okay.” He started. “Tell me what’s going on please?” He pleaded taking a seat beside me but keeping his distance since I rejected his last attempt to touch me. 

“And I don’t want to hear any bullshit of how you’re fine or that it’s nothing okay? I know you better than anyone baby so just tell me the truth?” I looked over at him and saw his eyes, wide with concern and confusion. 

Well here goes nothing. 

“I love you, you know that right?” I raised my eyes up towards him meeting his gaze. He looked confused but still replied, “Yeah doll of course I know that. And I love you too. Why-" 

"Which is why I need to let you go.” I interrupted. His whole body tensed at that sentence. I almost didn’t see it as I looked down at my hands. 

“This was never going to work in the first place right? I mean you’re a fuckin rockstar and I’m just, well me. Hold on just listen to me for a second okay?” He was about to say something but I knew the comforting words that were about to come out of his mouth would make me stay in a heartbeat. And I had to leave. 

“You deserve better Calum. You’re the literal representation of perfection while I’m just a walking skeleton of stress and anxiety. I don’t want to get hurt Cal. I don’t think I would be able to handle it.” I mumbled, still not looking at him. But I could feel his eyes trained on me and watching my every movement. 

“So that’s why I booked a flight back home. My bags are already packed and waiting in a car.” I finally looked at him and the tears that were forming in his eyes shattered my heart completely. 

“I know you’ll be perfectly fine without me Cal. I know.” I smiled a little while I got up from the couch. He stood up too and quickly wrapped his arms around me, nestling his head in the crook of my neck. And I could feel his heart being ripped in half. 

I hugged back, squeezing him tight before I let go cupping his cheeks with my hands. “No.” He whispered. “I can’t just let you go y/n. Not after this long of being together. I know you’re scared baby but I would never hurt you okay? Fuck I can’t just go back to life without you because that life doesn’t exist for me anymore. I met you and my whole world changed for the better. Things are better if you stay. You’re the only constant thing I see in my future.” The first tear fell as he all but begged for me to listen to him. 

But I made up my mind. 

“Cal.” I croaked out, the lump in my throat clearly present. “Let me go okay? It’ll all be okay. I promise.” I brokenly spoke, my voice wavering at the emotional toll this was taking on us both. I finally mustered up the courage to let go and walk away from him. 

I walked out of the tour bus casting one last glance at the boy whose life I completely tore apart. He looked so lost and so vulnerable. But this was for the best. It had to be. And as I made my way to the car that was about to take me miles away from him, I couldn’t help but think of all the memories of us. I closed my eyes trying to stop the tears from falling out. 

Maybe he was my happy ending. 

Or maybe not.

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anonymous asked:

Right so I'm now in debt and have to pay people who lent me money so I could see him so that he can look like the big rockstar? I'm seriously pissed off he's done this, it's disgusting and clear he cares nothing about fans it's all about money, I hope he flops massively or something terrible happens at one of his shows so nobody goes to any of his others. He's turned into an entitled hollywood wannabe and I've never been so turned off by someone's promo in my life

You’re saying you wish something terrible happens so no one goes right after a pop show was fucking bombed?

Shame on you. You don’t deserve to go. Get the fuck over yourself.

He’s also not making these calls. Do you know how expensive his fucking promo has been? They went old school on it and those ads are expensive. They are heavily invested and they want to see their return. It’s business and it sucks but you’re the one who fucking decided to spend the money. Try and get a refund and sell your tickets.

anonymous asked:

Rockstar persona? Sorry but where lol? He doesn't get papped leaving clubs, or drunk or papped at all? No girls on his arms, no scandalous hotel room trashing stories? Nothing. Boy is MIA, swerved most questions and has some pretty heavy love song on his album. Talks about knitting and his mom and is buying fans pizza and teams cupcakes. Sorry but the fandom loves to project.

I don’t agree with that anon of that post, I too don’t think they are going for the rockstar persona. Harry is absolutely lovely, and as you have mentioned doesn’t give any signs of wanting to be a ‘rock star’ who is all ‘drugs, sex and rock n’ roll’.

However I do agree with the OP that there are certain things in Harry’s promo season that could have been handled differently. The two major thing, at least for what I personally believe, are Harry’s social media presence and Tessperado.

Tessperado should not have happened, period, and I’m glad to see they got rid of of her very shortly. I also think Harry’s social media could have been used to make us fans feel a bit more connected to Harry - Harry doesn’t need to share personal stuff but a few of his quirky tweets where he shows off his personality wouldn’t have hurt. I think they kind of tried to fix that with those two tweets addressed to Matt Bellassai when people pointed it out but apart from that his social media have been very straight to the point.

I don’t know if the strategy behind that is to make him look more 'mature’ or if maybe Harry doesn’t want to show his personality until he can be 100% publicly free, but it is one thing that I believe could have been managed differently. The fact that Harry is not using his social media to show off his personality is not dramatic, don’t get me wrong, it’s not like people will stop being his fans just because of that (the ones who have were just looking for excuses) but I think that people have the right to address these sort of things as long as their criticism is based on facts and is constructive.

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You were scrolling through your Twitter feed when you heard footsteps approaching.
The bed sank down a bit as your boyfriend snuggled up next to you. “Whatcha doin’, babe?” His raspy voice asked.
You turned to look at Luke and gave him a smile. You pecked his forehead. “Hey, I didn’t hear you get home. When’d you get in?”
He sighed contentedly as he buried his face into your neck and closed his eyes. “Just a little while ago.” He squeezed his arms around you. “I missed you.”
You raised your hand and carded your fingers through his soft hair. “That’s a valid thing to say when we’ve been apart, love.”
He opened one eye and playfully glared at you. “You’re supposed to say that you missed me too,” he whined.
You laughed. “Of course I missed you, Luke.”
He closed his eye again and smiled. “That’s better.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile stretch across your face.
You turned back to look at your phone, looking at all the photos of the boys arriving at the airport earlier in the day. They all still looked pretty good for just coming off of a flight.
One picture made you stop scrolling.
It was a picture of Luke, standing somewhere, looking at his phone with his headphones on. He was alone since none of the other boys seemed to be around him.
“I was texting you then,” Luke’s voice snapped you out of your trance.
You looked at him to see that his eyes were now open and were staring at your phone screen. “What?”
He nodded his head towards the photo. “In the picture, I was texting you. The entire time I was texting you, I got hit by the people passing by a few times since I was so distracted. That’s why I’m stood more off to the side in that photo and I wasn’t walking while I was texting.”
“Babe, you could have waited until you got into the car to text me back. I’m not that important for you to text back right away. You should have gotten yourself sorted out first before responding,” you tell him.
He gave you a stern look. “You are important to me, that’s why I text you back as fast as possible. I probably shouldn’t have been texting and walking, I’ll admit, but you’re worth being my distraction.”
You pecked his lips. “As are you, my rockstar.”
He smiled that certain dimpled smile of his that made his eyes crinkle. “Love you.”
“Love you, too,” you whispered back with a look of adoration on your face.

anonymous asked:

could you tell why they're doing it in small venues? i dont get it really sorry

from my perspective, it looks like the smaller venue tour was done simply for image purposes. to make harry look like a rockstar and so they can have headlines like ‘harry styles sold out first world tour in under 20 minutes’ when….fucking obviously. he has millions and millions of established fans that have been waiting for his solo tour for *years* and to perform in small venues? the proportion of harry styles fans to how many can actually fit in each venue is like 10,000 to 1 (don’t take that literally, i’m not actually going to do the math for this, lmao) but do you see what i mean? they purposely underestimated the venue size so they can guarantee a fast sell out. now they want to play the ‘due to high demand-’ bullshit when they *knew* most of his fans didn’t get tickets because making sure fans got tickets was never the goal in the first place. and it’s still the same goal now. the goal was always to make harry seem bigger and better than he actually is, imo. the whole solo harry styles playout to me screams of greed and pride.

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Briefly, because he knows they’ll only be in the car for another couple of minutes at absolute maximum, he watches Andrew for any break in the impassivity.

There’s the faintest twitch, which Neil assumes is Andrew registering his attention, but he’s not sure if it’s anger, embarrassment, annoyance- honestly, it could be anything. Then Andrew’s face settles. Neil doesn’t move, though, content to watch the way the passing lights change Andrew’s profile and colouring. If Neil were an artist, he thinks he’d want to paint this.


I am so in love with all of these photos <3 <3 <3

In the weeks leading up to the con I was so nervous about them and generally about Jensen even coming to the con, because I thought it was likely the twins would be born soon …. damn, was I right ^-^  We read the news on his twitter during Misha’s panel on saturday (gotta rewatch that on youtube, because the second half I couldn’t concentrate very well - sorry Misha!!!) and I was so happy for him but also instantly worried he wouldn’t come, which would have been more than understandable. An hour later we got the news that Jensen called to say he’s coming and we were ecstatic! He was in such a good mood and you could see the happiness radiating off him the whole day, it was truly the best part for me just seeing him like that <3

I wanted the hand holding pose so much ever since I saw a similar photo my friend (who I shared the rockstar!Jensen one with) did at JIB7, but I was afraid I’d make the weirdest face or simply die on the spot if I had Jensen looking at me like that. Well, I didn’t die and I think I look sufficiently happy and enchanted and in love in the photos, but I gotta say I was shaking so damn hard after the last solo op with him, even my legs felt completely wobbly. I did the hug photo first - AND GOSH LOOK AT HIS BEAUTIFUL SMILE - AND HIS ARM!! <3  I thanked him after the photo and said a quick congrats to him and nearly melted on the spot when he smiled at me so full of joy, you can truly understand the sentiment “it’s like staring into the sun” :D

Then I got back in line with my friend for the other two. I asked her if I can do my other solo op with him first, in order to prevent me from being a complete idiot again like at the photo ops with Rob and running off after the shared one, so I walked up to Jensen and asked if we can hold hands. He smiled and a second later I had my hand in his and he was looking at me and I was so lost in the moment, I didn’t realise there’s a problem until Jensen suddenly tugged me lightly to his left and I tore my eyes away from his to look over at Chris who was motioning for us to take a step to the left. So I let Jensen guide me into the right spot, him never letting go of my hand all the while, and then we looked at each other once again and I think the small panicky voice inside my head went like “AGAIN? HOW AM I GONNA SURVIVE?!” but it was the most wonderful moment, which I’m never ever gonna forget, and I can only encourage everyone (looking at you @perfmishka​ ;D ) to do a pose like that where you can look him in the eyes, see them crinkle from his smile, and feel like there’s only the two of you for like 3 seconds. … I feel like this report will get mighty long because I can’t stop gushing about Jensen. Sorry, not sorry.

After that it was time for the rockstar pose. I had wanted a photo with Jensen singing to me for a long time as well, but I had already decided on the hug and hand holding pose, so I asked my friend if she wants to share a third Jensen solo op with me and told her about my idea and needless to say there wasn’t much convincing to do - none, actually ^-^  I brought one mic from singstar with me to the con and we didn’t even have to say anything, once we held out the mic to Jensen he knew exactly what we wanted. He went into the rockstar pose so quickly and naturally, we had to hurry and drop to the floor (I felt like doing that anyway by then lol) and I absolutely love the way this photo turned out. This one is going to be printed as a poster and stuck on my bedroom door for sure <3

The last photo here is actually cut out from our shared J2 photo op (which I’ll post in a bit) and like I already said to @perfmishka​ once when she told me how intimate it looks, I almost have to cover my eyes when I look at this too long because it looks so intimate and affectionate, but then I just get lost looking at it all the time anyway <3  True story: When we were still sightseeing in San Francisco after the con on monday, we went to grab a drink and sit down for a few minutes and I looked through my photos on my phone and got completely stuck and lost in this one until @perfackles​ noticed me having zoned out and she was like, “Melissa is doing something important on her phone…” because apparently I looked deeply focused and the second I snapped out of it at the mention of my name, she realised I had only been staring at the photo again and we all just burst out laughing :’D

I’m gonna stop right here and stare at the photos some more and start posting the others I have left.

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