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Day 30 – Pretend Beck Is Going To See Your Day 30 Post… What Would You Want Him To Read/See?

Ok, there are lots of things but I’ll try to put it together the best I can:

You’re a freakin’ genious. In an industry full of divas and Biebers, I’m glad there are still good musicians out there who make a difference. Thank you for the music, you’re a really great songwriter, from the funniest/craziest lyrics to the deepest and soulful ones. There’s always a song for any moment and I love that. I also enjoy your endless creativity, the fact you’ve been trying lots of different styles through the years and you still got it ;) Finally, thank you for being a particular person. I might be talking as a fangirl and blinded by your music or your eyes (lol), but you seem to be a lovely guy and, as I said in the first day, I’m with the “rockstar doing crazy things“ antithesis. It’s kind of interesting to see and look up to someone who isn’t into that shit many other do or with another point of view. It sounds so naive, but you know what I mean (or not lol).

So I think that’s all. Thank you for everything and hope you keep being that cool “musical chamaleon” as you are. Yep, now that’s all :)

Paper hearts

Rather cold drops of sweat rolled down along Will’s cheeks as if trying to imitate the tears that the blond was sure would eventually spill if he didn’t manage to get his emotional state in check. A more than simply unlikely scenario that would probably not occur in that said plane of reality, especially with all the endless bad possibilities his brain seemed to find join on imagining for him and the growing sense of mixed nervousness and anxiety he could swear was making an endless pit on his stomach.

The blue eyed forced a deep breath of air to fill his lungs as he sloppily passed his forearm across the thin line that marked the start of his face, where messy blond locks laid tiredly, in an attempt to stop the sticky liquid coming from making him feel even more out of place, thing that he didn’t quite believe that possible but he didn’t really feel like pushing his luck at the time being. A weird sensation of roughness gluing itself to his forehead, causing him to quickly order his arm to retreat from its position, his glance catching a flashy glow of fuchsia glitter spread along his freckled limp whose skin could have make an example of how to, poorly, make scale like figures for a rushed Halloween costume. He wondered what other things he might have missed when he looked at himself in the mirror before heading out to school.

Will hadn’t really been planning on pulling an all-nighter when the full moon rested above his head the previous day, he hadn’t really foreseen that possibility, the wild idea just presented itself to him as if it owned the room in an unexpected way at what most people would consider an ungodly hour. In all honesty, the more his mind decided to show him images of his decision making, the more nervous he could feel and possibly look on the outside as well.

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Little Technicolor Things - written by tekhnicolor
By Organization for Transformative Works


Louis is a poor writer and recent university graduate, depressed, anxious, and living in London when he meets Harry, an artist with a secret who likes to paint sunrises and pretty boys from California.

Author - teknicolor           Tumblr - @wordsbyjm

Chaptered 7/7 complete  |  72,093 words  |  Fic published September 20, 2016

Fic post here!!

Review - 10 out of 10 Larry Thumbs!!!


This fic is completely, stunningly, overwhelmingly beautiful. I cannot believe how many times I reread paragraphs because I was amazed by every element of the writing. From word choice to sentence structure - the writing took my breath away. 

It’s an addicting read, too. I couldn’t put it down, and eventually I found myself in the best kind of emotional haze. Which, speaking of emotions - oh wow. Everything Louis and Harry experience is conveyed so well you almost feel like part of the story. It’s just so beautiful.

If you’re looking for a poetic, angsty, intimate fic - here you go. Read this right now, you won’t be disappointed. 


The rain starts to fall just as they’re leaving the restaurant after their first official date as a couple.

“What are you doing?” Bruce laughs, watching Natasha pirouette around with arms outstretched. 

“What, you’ve never danced in the rain?” She grins and grabs his hand, pulling him toward her. “Sounds like it’s time for you to give it a try, doc.”

Prompt: dancing in the rain | for evs14u in the HulkWidow fanwork exchange!