Harry sends him an issue before the photos even leak, by courier, as if
he’s afraid Louis might not see it soon enough. Louis knew he’d been working on
something, because Niall told him, but he had no idea the scope was so big. “A
special document curated by Harry,” the magazine cover proudly proclaims. On
it, Harry stares at Louis through a spiderweb, but it’s hard to pay attention
to Harry’s eyes when Louis’s gaze keeps coming back to the collar around
Harry’s neck. The bottom of the picture is obscured by text, but Louis’s quite
sure there’s a leash dangling from the collar.
It’s admittedly not what Louis had been expecting.
Louis watches the cover for a long while before he flicks the magazine
open at random…
… and falls on an ad.
It only takes him two more tries before he methodically rips off every
page that isn’t to do with Harry, barely looking at the ones that do feature
him, until there’s a pile of paper at his feet high enough for him to throw a
good kick into it, scattering them everywhere.
This time when he opens the magazine, it’s to find Harry sitting on a
trashcan. He looks so young that for a second Louis assumes they’ve used old
pictures for the article, but the shot is quite obviously recent, even if
Harry’s hair looks nothing like on those Dunkirk pics (which Louis only saw
because Liam sent him some, it’s not like he trolled the #dunkirk tag on
twitter or anything).
Louis flips back a few pages, stops on a picture of Harry sitting on a
kitchen counter in the most hideous jumper Louis has ever seen; it looks like
someone’s killed a muppet and made a sweater out of it. It should look
ridiculous, but Harry looks beautiful, with his lips curled imperceptibly down
into a bored pout, his slender fingers pressed against his chin, his eyes
Another picture shows him holding a pint, looking too young to be
allowed to drink its contents. He looks like the Harry Louis met six years ago,
like the Harry Louis used to call his best friend before they were driven
apart… by the rumours, by fear, by time.
Louis loses himself in the pictures and the words, sitting cross-legged
on the carpeted floor of his hallway, fingers stroking the glossy pages. He
knows every word and every photo has been carefully chosen, knows Harry has
only shown precisely what he wanted to show, but he still gets fooled into
believing he’s being made privy to the deepest corners of Harry’s soul.
Once upon a time, this wouldn’t have been an illusion. The memory only
makes the deception more potent, and more painful.
Harry is baring his heart out for the whole world to see and he
apparently wanted Louis to see it so badly he made sure Louis would get a copy.
When Louis types Harry’s name into his phone with fingers that are
definitely not shaking from nerves, the autofill feature remains silent.
There are no previous messages saved. He doesn’t actually remember the last
time he texted Harry.
He doesn’t know what to write, so he goes for the expected.
Artsy, are we? he sends, not expecting any reply. He’s barely pressed Send that a
happy little bubble pops up at the bottom of the screen to indicate that
Harry’s writing back.
Did you like it?
He should lie.
Yes. he types, then adds,
against his better judgement; It’s amazing.
He doesn’t ask Harry why the fuck his opinion suddenly matters. But he
does something much worse.
Are you in town?
His treacherous thumb presses Send before he can stop himself and Louis
looks at his phone, horrified, but there is no turning back. He doesn’t even
know why he wrote this. He doesn’t even want-
It’s like he doesn’t have any control over his fingers. They fly over
his screen, while his brain desperately tries to hammer some sense into them,
in vain. Louis knows every letter he types is a mistake, but the magazine in
his lap is opened on that picture of Harry standing tall and long-haired, his
naked torso framed by the lapels of a ridiculous red jacket, and Louis can’t think.
Dyou want to come over?
Harry’s answer takes ages to appear. It’s definitely for the best. Louis
doesn’t even know why he asked, doesn’t know what he would do if Harry agreed.
They have been strangers for too long now. There is no mending what fame has
The answer pops up just when Louis’s managed to convince himself that he
never wanted Harry to say yes.
Holy fucking shit. This just went so far away with me. Fucking hell. Like. I don’t even know if this is any good. HAHAHA. Sorry. x.x
Fenris x Kestrel Hawke
He had spent the last two hours reading. Slowly working his mouth around words that were new and foreign and made no sense to him.
Fenris had never deluded himself into thinking learning to read and write would be an easy task. He had known that it would take
time and patience. That he would struggle and would grow angry at
himself, at Kestrel, at the words he could not understand.
days were easier than others. Some days he could write his name in his
shaky, childish hand and he could do it without a single mistake. Some
days he he could read his name, read Kestrel’s name. He could read a
whole paragraph without pausing or stumbling and he would feel a swell
of pride for how far he had come. As someone who had not so long ago,
been unable to read a single letter or word.
Then there were the
bad days. Days were his mind would not co-oporate and he could feel
himself growing frustrated with every passing moment. Days where every
strumble made him feel foolish. Like he was a fool to ever thing a slave
could learn to read.
Kestrel sat beside him, patient, calm,
easing him through the sentences he struggled with and helping him sound
out the syllables of the words. Sometimes she never needed to speak,
and was simply his silent helper. Other times, she spent more time
reading that he did.
(it’d be cool if you credited this blog if you use this for your gifs and stuff, thanks)
ETA: youtube took the movie down due copyright infringement, obviously, so if you want a download link, message me off anon and i’ll send it to you (won’t reply anon messages with the link though, sorry)
It actually really frustrates me when I see amazing beautiful art that has fewer notes than some of my posts. Like before I made this blog I’d see artists saying they didn’t have enough notes on things and I sympathised but I didn’t really get it. Now that I have quite a few posts with over 1000 notes it really puts it in perspective.
How is it fair that I can write a single sentence or do a quick two minute edit and get 1k+ notes and an artist who spent hours on a piece of artwork gets only 300? Like if I was an artist I’d be so mad about that!
So I just want to remind people to please reblog art that you enjoy! Likes are great, but reblogs are what really get work out there and enable other people to enjoy it and pass it on even further. And if you can’t reblog for whatever reason (like I don’t really reblog nsfw because I want to keep my blog lower rated) then please do like it or leave a comment on it! Be kind to artists. Love them. They deserve all the goodness we can offer
Hello! Are you accepting fic requests? I can totally see Seokjin being the kind to step in and pretend to be a girl's bf when she's getting unwanted attention from a guy, could you do a fluff where that happens and then he takes you for ice cream?
OMG YES PLEASE I 100% SEE SEOKJIN BEING A HERO LIKE THAT HONESTLYYYYY THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS SWEET LIL FLUFF~
It was beginning to get dark, and you wondered just how long Seokjin was going to take in the washroom. You’d spent at least two hours in the restaurant, mostly as he ate and ate while you watched half the time. It was a long night, but you were thankful he’d paid. It was always a day full of fun whenever Seokjin was around.
Being the middle of winter by now, you were standing outside waiting, but the cold was biting your bear legs. Of course you’d dress up for this not date with your friend. You wanted to look good for him, even if he didn’t see you that way. You, on the other hand, saw him as ‘that’ exactly.
“Hey,” a voice caught your attention, making you turn around to see. It was a man, almost the same height as you. You couldn’t catch many features on his face besides the dark black eyes and thin lips. His smile made it seem as if he had none to begin with.
“What are you doing here tonight?” The man wondered, placing a hand on the top of your head and sliding it down your hair. You supposed it was probably meant to be some sort of caress, but it just felt uncomfortable, and you swatted his hand away.
Instead of replying, you turned and ignored the man’s words. He kept poking your shoulder in the most irritating manner you wanted to turn and slap him. Still, he looked bulkier than you, so there was no way you could get away with it. He continued to reach for you, saying rude things.
“Come with me, I’ll show you some fun…” He murmured into your ear, and you stepped away from him, turning so you could see where he moved. The man wasn’t alone anymore, but with two others, staring you down with lustful expressions.
“Who wears a skirt in the winter? Aren’t you just asking me to touch you?” The man sounded disgustingly serious, and you shake your head, reaching for the door to the shop. It opened quickly, and you spotted Seokjin sliding his hands through the sleeves of his jacket while walking towards the door.
“Hey, I thought you were waiting outside?” He murmurs, meeting you at the entrance, but you back up outside to show him why you had come inside anyway. The three men still stood there, waiting with prying eyes. Seokjin turned towards where your eyes lay.
“Who are these guys?” He wondered to no one in particular, and your eyes shot up at his abruptness. You held onto his sleeve, partially behind him so you didn’t feel like an exposed child.
“She was just telling us how much she wanted us to play with her.” One lied, and you shook your head. Seokjin seemed to shield you away from them, before taking one by the collar and getting close to his face.
“How about I play with you instead?” He murmured. Shocked, you held onto the back of his jacket, trying to get him off. It was not a fair fight if it was Seokjin versus those losers.
“It’s not like you’re even dating, right?” One of them tried to shove Seokjin, but he didn’t budge.
“Of course we are! Who goes to a restaurant this damn expensive if it’s not because we’re dating?” Seokjin was lying for you, obviously. Your grip faltered on his sweater, before letting go altogether. You knew he was just trying to get them to leave you alone, but it still hurt when it was a guy you had been looking at with those kinds of feelings.
“Seokjin…” You warned, but he’d already stopped. Seokjin dropped the guys collar before shoving him back into his other two friends. He looked back at you with a soft smile.
Seokjin leaned back in to say something else to them, but you didn’t hear because of how quietly it whispered. You could feel your cheeks heat up when the one in the middle began to back away, and the other two accomplices followed him.
“Are you okay?” Seokjin wondered, placing both hands on your shoulders firmly when he turned around. You nodded, shuffling away from him numbly. Seokjin’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, before coming closer and hugging you.
“It’s okay if you’re scared, you know?”
“I wasn’t scared…” You whispered, trying to push him off. He only took that as an answer to hug tighter, almost choking you out.
“You totally were! Your face when you saw me in the store.” He laughed, and you punched him in the side. The perk of having Seokjin being ticklish was he couldn’t tell if your punch was meant for pain or to torment him by tickling. It could’ve been either, but all you knew was he let you go so you could breathe once more.
“Are you still scared?” He wondered, utterly clueless.
“No, I wasn’t even scared!” You pressed, but Seokjin merely placed his arm around your shoulder.
“Alright.” He momentarily paused, before grinning down at you. “Want to go get ice cream, girlfriend?”
“Girlfriend?” You perked up, but immediately regretted it. He was probably just joking, right? “I thought you said that to scare those guys off…”
“It doesn’t have to be just to scare them off, does it?”
“Stop joking…” You muttered, pressing your hand to his chest to distance yourselves. He wrapped his noticeably larger hand around yours.
“You don’t like me?”
Looking up at him, you studied his expression for a moment. He seemed to be entirely seriously about the situation, but you still couldn’t tell for sure. “It’s not that…”
“Then we’re dating, it’s decided.” He smiled down at you, prying your hand off his chest so he could casually hold it. His doe eyes were gentle, giving you the impression he wasn’t joking anymore. You could feel your cheeks light up again by merely watching his expression.
“Don’t be so calm about it…” You mumbled, looking down. He snorted, before reaching down to peck you on the cheek. Once he pulled away, Seokjin tipped your head back so he could look at you.
Some of you have been asking me about the twelve icons that I used. I just made them in Illustrator for Portia and Sera, but might as well just make all of them since they don’t take long to do and some of you were struggling if you didn’t have Illustrator!
This is like 1000x1300 pixels in the original size and also transparent, so should be all you need.
Please give me credit! <3 I just spent the past two hours on them.
Okay so I posted my test for this song about two hours ago and it’s gotten some attention. But I wasn’t happy with my harmonies for it. While re-recording just to have a basic “this is what Lapis’ part should sound like” I figured I’d give it another shot. Yes, this has taken a good time out of my day, but I like to think I spent it well writing and composing this.
This is meant to be a duet between Lapis Lazuli and Steven Universe, with Steven singing to the ocean about missing his friend and Lapis being kinda happy to have, well, made a friend. Sort of. On purpose created to be reminiscent of the theme song (”We Are The Crystal Gems”) from Steven Universe.
Fixed two lyrics that were bugging me still. Steven Universe belongs to Rebecca Sugar. Composed and written by me.
Hey could you do something w/ calum where you are married to him and you guys just remember the olden days im emotional sorry love u
For You, From Me
just so you know this is the most extra thing i’ve ever written and it’s pretty long and i don’t know if it fulfills the prompt but i was ~inspired~ also i usually don’t ask for feedback but i could really use it on this please
first time he kisses you, it’s ridden off of pure adrenaline.You had been waiting for him dressing room, having spent the
past two hours enjoying his set from backstage. It was the first time you had
been able to see each other since your fateful meeting all those months ago,
and even though you weren’t technically together, each time he looked to the
side to purposefully catch your eye, you couldn’t help but feel like he was
playing just for you.
the show he is the first one off the stage, rushing back where you had been
asked to wait. He is in front of you in an instant; his bass still swung around
his shoulders, sweat still dripping down his face. His hands tangle in your
hair, pulling your face to his own, and your can’t even find it in yourself to
be annoyed that his hair is matted when you try to run your fingers through it
or that the hand that sneaks its way up your shirt is burning your skin. He
presses his lips into yours, kissing you slowly and deeply despite the frantic
beating of his heart. Reluctantly, you pull back just enough to breathe and his
eyes snap open without the distraction of your lips. You laugh at his shocked
expression, silencing his apologies of “I can’t believe I just did that,” with
FULL TRANSLATION OF HORRIFICATOR UNDER THE CUT. Enjoy knowing what everyone is saying :)
1. I am not a professional translator :P I am a french canadian 19 year old, so there’s bound to be a few mistakes in here, but i did my best :) It’d be super cool if y’all gave this a like or reblog, since i spent like 4 hours translating + another hour formatting for tumblr :P
2. If anyone would like to use my translations to make a sub, you are more than welcome! I ask only two things: First, please put at the beginning of the video (perhaps during the intro song) “Please support the show and it’s creators by watching the official premiere of the english dub on December 6 on Nickelodeon!” Second, please credit me for my translations somewhere. At the beginning of the video, end, description, it doesnt matter. Just put Katarafirelady.tumblr.com somewhere :)
3. I had major difficulties translating the song, so in the end i decided to just not. If you want info as to why/the lyrics that i do know, feel free to drop me a message :)
Full translation of the entire episode under the cut, or linked here