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Banda Valetines Pt.2

There’s a lack of corny, comic sans, valentine e-cards in Spanish and more so specifically… Banda and Regional Mexican Music themed cards. I’m just trying to solve this problem. These are all made by me, enjoy.

Someone should have tied me to a chair three days ago and forced me to listen to the glory that is Kiwi.

HOly shit…. holy… shit… omg.

I’m starting to understand better the whole “small gigs” thing. Also the “is this an AU??” thing because seriously. I defy anyone to listen to this and go “oh right, it’s that boybander.” o.O

D’you ever have that thing where an emotion feels too big for your body, like it’s physically pushing at your bones from the inside? I’m having that now.

Lessons in Love, Chapter 28
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

AKA, the epilogue. :’) I don’t want to spoil anything, so I’m going to use this space to thank people instead of writing a summary. 

First, thank you to everyone who’s read any of this fic - even if you just read a chapter, I’m thankful for you. Thank you to my enthusiastic, helpful betas - @abbygrffns and @shefollowedfires - and to @griffinskane, who helped me figure out a coherent plot line when all I had was 3,000 words of a semi-smutty one-shot about high school teachers. 

Thank you to @fandammit for letting me base my fic around a photoset of hers, and thank you to anyone and everyone who made art/photosets based on Abby and Marcus in this story. And to anyone who has messaged me, left kudos, or commented to tell me who much they love the story, please know your words mean everything to me. I still can’t believe how much people enjoyed this fic, and I’m honored and humbled by the response.

*wipes away tears* It’s been a great ride, you guys, and I’m thankful you went along with me for it. 

Now, on to my Hunger Games AU.

Random Fic Rec (kinda)

I’ve recently read some great fics, but haven’t had time to review them. Rather than sit on them until I can write out my thoughts, here’s an expanded Random Fic Rec with mini reviews!

Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy:

Inconceivable by alivingfire

This fic is rom com fun and a great high school misadventures fic. I loved the idea of Louis and Barbara as twins - it was really inventive.

Something Great by infinetlymint 

If you’re looking for a fic in the famous/not famous trope with lots of fluff, here you go. It was a cute read!

Make a Run, Cause Some Rebellion by whoknows

This is the first hybrid fic I’ve read, and I was surprised how much I enjoyed it. I loved how rambunctious and mischevious Louis was until Harry stepped in. Whew, gooooodness yes :P

Champagne by fanshae

Hello feminization fic with a splash of daddy kink, nice to see you! This is a great PWP.

Long Before We Both Thought the Same Thing by allyasavedtheday

This is a prequel to the great fic If You Asked Me If I Love Him (I’d Lie), and it’s such a good read. I loved it, and if you like the friends to lovers trope, chances are you’re going to love it too! There are so many sweet moments!

Just Like the Wolf Before He Bites by whoknows

What a unique take on werewolves! I couldn’t help but love this fic, especially because Harry is so tactile and Louis indulges him. Give it a read for sure!

My One and Own (I Wanna Get You Alone) by beautlouis

WHEW yas PWP! This is a hot one shot where Louis’ all about getting Harry off as many times as possible. Glorious!

Anyone else got the feeling that TVD writers just went ahead and tossed a coin or two to make all these ships up?

Like they went all: “Let’s see what’s the craziest shit we can come up with that will make zero sense whatsoever, and still get everyone and their cousin mad and confused af“.


The Martian by Andy Weir.

So that’s the situation. I’m stranded on Mars. I have no way to communicate with Hermes or Earth. Everyone thinks I’m dead. I’m in a Hab designed to last thirty-one days. If the oxygenator breaks down, I’ll suffocate. If the water reclaimer breaks down, I’ll die of thirst. If the Hab breaches, I’ll just kind of explode. If none of those things happen, I’ll eventually run out of food and starve to death.
     So yeah. I’m fucked.

gonarryorgohome  asked:

If you are still doing the lyrics thingy I want one with "things aren't always what they seem to be" by cage the elephant from the song come a little closer xxx.

With one hand, Harry grabs Niall hips in a tender grasp, placing the other on the small of Niall’s back, rubbing absentminded circles on Niall’s hot skin through the thin t-shirt he’s wearing. It’s quite hot in this part of Florida, humid and stifling and blistering, and Niall’s got a wicked, spotty tan on his shoulders that proves just how important it is to wear sunblock when you’re traipsing along the beach.

He’s very glad they were allowed to change out of their suits and tuxes before heading out to the after party.

Harry made it all better, though, when he offered to rub some burn cream on Niall’s blistered red skin, and Niall honestly felt like he was orgasming without actually having sex ― but, in the end, the simple touches of Harry’s delicate fingers led to a bout of slow, soft, sensual lovemaking that had Niall sobbing in pleasure instead of pain and Harry wailing to the dark sky.  

But Harry’s leaving tomorrow morning, flying back to London to finish another year of university, and Niall’s staying here in Florida because he honestly has nowhere else to go. Besides, he’s doing quite well at the station, and he likes being a radio personality a lot more than he likes university, that’s for sure.

Niall smiles, laying his cheek on Harry’s shoulder as Harry steps slowly to the melodic beat of the drums, keeping in tune with the hypnotic music and moving Niall with him. “You’re gotten better at dancing, I see,” he muses lightly, chuckling into Harry’s shoulder. He inhales quietly, sighing at Harry’s musky, spicy scent.

A soft laugh spills from Harry’s lips and he shrugs his shoulders, making Niall’s arms wiggle with the movement. “If I tell you I’ve been watching YouTube videos for the past week to prepare for this wedding, would you laugh at me?”

And Niall does laugh, throws his head back and guffaws loud enough that it draws a bit of attention from the other couples dancing on the wooden floor of the ballroom. “Clearly,” Niall answers, still laughing. “What were you preparing for, Harry? Thinkin’ ‘bout sweepin’ the bride right out of her husband’s arms and giving her the best slow dance of her life?”

It’s a joke, and Niall’s gotten quite good at them in the two months he’s spent glued to Harry’s side ― and body ― but Harry doesn’t laugh, and Niall meets Harry’s green eyes, biting his lip in apprehension.

“You,” Harry whispers, breathes, blinking once languidly. The air in Niall’s lungs freeze. “I was preparing for you, Ni.”

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