tbh i love being corny and able to celebrate love im so bored of glamourising negativity theres nothing cool about apathy i fight so hard every day to be better than that finding beauty in small things is what keeps u going
Yall remember that time Clarke fell completely in love with Bellamy, then Bellarke became a canon romantic ship & Bellamy was loved so much that even a year after his death he’s still able to trend worldwide for hours and hours with 130k tweets :D
hi. i got inspired these last couple of days bc as we all know harry freaking styles is spending his free time in hawaii at a wedding looking hella good and stuff. i guess the title already gave it away so i don’t need to explain anything further so just enjoy bc i absolutely loved writing this. oh and a part 2 is coming. and maybe more parts. i don’t know about them tho. part 2 is confirmed it is on the way it’s almost done actually. harry is feeding me so good y’all i can’t believe my man i love him so much and my love for him will be clearly shown throughout these little one shots. so if you don’t like too cute and sweet and lovey-dovey shit then i suggest you not reading these. they’ll be full of stuff like that. sorry for any spelling mistakes, once again i haven’t proof read it lmao i probably should start doing that again but o whale. lotta love, xoxo -b
I couldn’t have imagined spending my time elsewhere as
I was in Hawaii with Harry on my side in his lovely attire looking like the
happiest person on this planet.
He was gorgeous. Like so fucking gorgeous.
There were no words that could’ve possibly described how I felt about him as I was watching him in his pale yellow suit and dress
pants. Not to mention the blue Hawaiian shirt he wore under his blazer.
He found that funny. Nah, scratch that.
He found it hilarious. Absolutely hilarious.
Harry found it absolutely
hilarious that he was wearing a Hawaiian printed shirt while he was in
“What you smiling at?” he asked me as he stepped next
to me, his arms sneaking around my waist and pulling me closer to his body.
I sweetly kissed his chin then the corner of his mouth
which caused him to grin widely and the pounding of my heart increased
dramatically at the sight. He was so so pretty and I could barely breathe as he
was right there in front of me.
“I love you,” I muttered as I stared up at him, my
voice a tiny bit serious but oh so full of love. “You’re so gorgeous.”
“What’s gotten into you?” he chuckled as he put one of
his hands on my cheek, the palm of his hand was warm and it fit perfectly on
the side of my face. I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes and forgetting
the fact that we were at his mate’s wedding.
“You before,” I blurted out a bit too bluntly which
caused him to laugh out as loud as hell and I couldn’t help but chuckle too.
“Alright, my love,” he said as he hugged me and
pressed a kiss on the top of my head. “You cannot drink anymore alcohol.”
“Hey, don’t be rude to me! I can drink whatever I
wanted. It’s your fault you’re not used to me being blunt.”
“Trust me, I am,” he sighed with a smile on his lovely
face. I couldn’t help myself when I just grabbed both sides of his face and pressed
my lips against his.
His mouth was massaging mine as he was giving me one
of his sweet kisses, his grin spreading across his face causing us to pull away
from each other. His eyes were shining and his cheeks were pink, his hair
fluffy because of the humidity and he was just having so much fun it got me to
never end up being bored.
“You didn’t say I love you back to me,” I pouted and
he leaned down and pecked my lips.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” he said it three
times and between each confession he kissed me. “Hey, baby?”
“I love you.”
I laughed before hugging him tightly around his waist.
“I love you.”
It was bright and early when I woke up to the sound of
someone puking in the bathroom and that someone ended up being Harry when I
didn’t find him next to me in bed. We only came back from wedding at four am so
when I checked what time it was and ended up finding out it was just twenty
past five in the morning I was not impressed.
Sighing, I got out of bed, throwing my hair in a bun
before entering the bathroom. Harry was on the floor leaning against the
bathtub which I used right when we arrived. It was lovely in case you wanted to
“How are you feeling?” I asked him as I made my way
towards the sink, took his toothbrush out of the cup and filled it up with cold
water. I also gave him a towel that was on the side then I flushed the toilet
after closing the top of it.
“Like hell,” he answered lowly. He chucked the towel
to the side then put his elbows on his knees that were propped up and laid his
forehead on his arms. “What’s the time?”
“Around half past five,” I sighed. “Do you wanna come
back to bed?” I yawned, putting my hand in front of my mouth naturally.
“Yeah give me like a decade to be able to stand up,”
he told me sassily and I just rolled my eyes.
“Come on, sass pants, give me your hands,” I said as I
put my hands out. “Don’t let yourself be like that, it’s only gonna make this
“Why did I even drink? Why did you let me drink?”
“Hey, don’t blame me! I let you have fun because
you’ve been working your butt off.”
“True. It’s not your fault. Well, not entirely.”
“Go to hell, Harry Styles,” I laughed as I gave a
little slap to his ass when he stood up. “Now come and brush your teeth.”
“Really?” he looked at me like he saw a ghost as I put
some toothpaste on his toothbrush. “Why do I have to brush it?”
“You literally just been throwing up,” I told him with
a little chuckle added at the end, my voice thickly laced with sleep. “Come on,
please, don’t be a hassle,” I sighed. “I’ll brush your teeth for you, c’mere.”
And he did.
He actually let me brush his teeth.
I couldn’t believe how lazy he was. But then again I
didn’t expect him not to take up on that chance. He always did when I offered
to do something instead of him.
He was a lazy piece of ass and I found it funny how no
one really knew that about him. Harry never showed that, only to the people he
was really comfortable around and with and I felt really good that I could
consider myself to be one of those people.
“Thank you, love you,” he murmured as he hugged me
with one hand and kissed my temple.
I just nodded as I rinsed out his toothbrush then put
it back in its place. Harry took my hand once I dried it and we went back to
bed, both of us getting under the duvet since all the windows were open and the
weather was a bit windy outside.
Moments later Harry curled up against me, his legs
sneaking between mine as he hid his face in the crook of my neck. His right
hand was slowly making its way on to my waist then it slid down on to my bum
and he rested it there.
“D’you wanna come work out with me tomorrow?” he asked
me after minutes had pass, his voice low and croaky.
I furrowed my eyebrows as I ran my fingers through his
short hair, remembering back to that loose strand of hair that rested on his
forehead all day and night. It was so blooming sexy I found it so much more
attractive than I probably should have.
“Work out with you? Tomorrow?” I asked back with a
light chuckle. His hand squeezed my bum a bit which I’m not gonna lie was a
I loved his hands all over me I didn’t mind one bit
when he did that as long as we were in private. I’d rather him not do stuff
like that when we’re out and about with all the paparazzi and fans around.
God knows what would happen to me as soon as people
would find out about it.
“Mhm, I saw the gym when we arrived. Wanna try it
before we gotta leave.”
“Okay, we’ll see, bub,” I told him as I continued to
play with his curls that were making a comeback and ensuring my happiness.
“Do you wanna get married in Hawaii?” he asked me
which caught me off guard.
“I mean if I’ll be marrying you, I won’t mind where
we’ll get married.”
“Good answer,” he laughed. “I think m’gonna sleep
“You should and so should I,” I said yawning.
“Mmmm, yeah,” he agreed. “Sleep tight, pretty girl.”
“You too, gorgeous,” I kissed his head before scooting
closer to him in hopes of not having to get up again for another round to the
I love Dookie because it’s an album about being bored and panicked and mad and confused written by a bunch of 20 somethings around 20 years ago and now I’m a 20 something too and the album still feels relevant and reminds me that I’m not alone in feeling anxiety/apathy/anger/aaaAAA
I’m gonna be honest; before the stolen century I really was neutral towards Merle as a character. Yeah, there were parts that were memorable (the vine seduction scene, chasing Cassidy into the mines, rescuing taako and Magnus in suffering game), but besides that I didn’t really feel much for him. At least not nearly as much as I felt for the other two, and I never really understood why he was “the peacemaker” of the group, considering his main character trait is being a bit of a jerk and, a lot of times, actively disrupting the peace.
That is, until the current arc, and it’s also why I love the format Griffin took in these last few sessions. The really exposition-heavy and dialogue driven playmaking has really allowed Clint, and through Clint, Merle, to shine. We get to see a man that, yeah, can still be crass and have bad social timing, but seems to be so much softer around the edges. A man who, in the present, actually considers himself a burden when in IPRE he’s the only creature ever to be able to talk to the hunger. Not only that, but keeps going back, death after brutal death, until he makes the amalgamation of an unfathomable amount of cosmos and realities, feel. Implied for the first time in millennia. A man who connected with and brought religion and hope to an entire city then stayed with them despite knowing that if they failed with retaining the light they would be devoured, and even if they succeeded he would never see these people again. But he stayed, “because there is no place I would rather be, than right here, with you all”. Who saw the hidden brilliance and skill of Lucretia quite literally setting her on her path of confidence and leadership while making a deliberate effort to include her when others seem let themselves get pushed away. I would argue he’s the most important member of the entire crew, and with an irreverence that is a blessing in the past (and a curse in the present without his memories and people he considers his family to hold him up), because he doesn’t realize how integral he really is. It’s what makes him so, so amazing and interesting of a character study.
Without Griffin going in this narrative direction we never would’ve seen any of it. I know some people have been complaining about this arc in the terms of being too boring or narrative-heavy, but I love it and think those people should give it more of a chance. I’m really not trying to come across as one of those people who try and “protect” the McElroys from criticism because “they’re perfect, pure, boys” etc. Without people talking to them and sharing their thoughts in an open and constructive way we might’ve not had Killian/Carey, Lup, or several other show favorites! I want them to continue to grow and learn! Would I like 60+ episodes of this narrative format? No, but I think Griffin made the best choice he could given he had so much to do exposition-wise. Personally, I enjoy narrations that tie everything together; it makes returning to past parts and seeing scenes in a completely different way super fun and enjoyable! Even if people don’t enjoy it, I just hope they recognize the value in everything Griffin has done, and also truly see the extraordinary dwarf that is Merle Highchurch, like I now do.