in which their mum took their photo


“I got to know the Quarrymen originally through their drummer, Colin Hanton. I started to knock around with them – going to practice sessions and gigs for a couple of years.

“I last saw John in 1962. I was sat at the front of a double-decker bus and as I got up to get off the bus John was sitting on the back seat, he was the only other person on the top deck. I asked him how it was going, he said ‘I’m knackered, I just got back from Hamburg’.

“My mum organised the Rosebery Street party, I asked the Quarrymen would they come and play there. I remember it was a nice warm sunny day.  I took a number of photos of the group playing that day.”

[Charles Roberts, photographer]

The Quarrymen playing on Rosebery Street, Liverpool on the 22nd June, 1957. They were performing as part of a street party to celebrate the 550th anniversary of Liverpool receiving it’s charter from King John (which happened on 28th August, 1207 and gave Liverpool - or ‘Liuerpul’ official ‘town’ status).

Photo: Charles Roberts.

[Image description: A cardboard box filled with 12 pop toobs, plastic cylinders, in purple and green.]

My mother is seeing lots of autistic kids at work and she’s asked me for toys they’ll want to play with while they’re in her office a few times. Out of everything, the pop toobs have been a wild success and keep lots of kids entertained for long appointments. Someone took the two she had, and she told me kids have been asking about them ever since. I just ordered 12 new ones from @stimtastic because if something so cheap makes autistic kids day a little easier as well as their parents and my Mum, I’ll buy as many as she can ever use. 😊

Name: Charlotte

Age: 21

Location: England

Occupation: Student


I grew up living in a house with a cherry tree in the garden that my bathroom window looked out onto. My Mum tells me that I used to sit under that tree for hours writing plays that I later would get my siblings and best friend to act out. It was my escape.

When I was nine or so, my parents got divorced and my Mum and us kids moved out of the house. My Dad stayed. I remember so clearly going back to visit him once and sitting on my old toilet. Something in the room wasn’t right, an emptiness. The feeling stood out from the rest of the house, which also felt vacant. It took me a while to realize that the light was different and the light was different because there weren’t leaves outside the window. He’d cut it down and when I asked about it, I could tell he didn’t understand why I was hurt. That was the beginning of many realizations I’ve had about my Dad and our relationship.

On my sixteenth birthday, my Mum ushered me out of our house with my eyes closed and revealed my own new cherry tree. The bottom Polaroid is a photo of my tree, Amelie, blooming on its fifth Spring.

I continued to write plays and finished my first full length one called Mess last year. It was recently performed in a professional space and the paper in the photo is the performance script that is ready and waiting to be edited into its final draft.

I have since written an adaptation of Chekov’s The Cherry Orchard.

Music Series: First Day Of My Life by Bright Eyes

Another sweet love song. Is my hopeless romantic nature showing again? (tucking in my shirt, looking at my ass) It can’t be helped. I will be a hopeless romantic until the day I die, even if I’m the last living HR left on earth.

As I stew in gloom, waiting for my timezone to begin the angelic Hallelujah chorus, I write. Part Five of For the Love of Harry is in the works, I swear, but not ready as of yet. So to keep my readers content, I thought I would pop out a couple of Music Series stories for you.

Please feel free to message me ideas or prompts and I’ll see what I can do!

I hope you enjoy this story, inspired by “First Day Of My Life” by Bright Eyes. Here is a link to this song via my Spotify playlist called I Love You Long Time:

Thanks for reading! xo


p.s. Please remember, this is how I interpret these lyrics into story form. I hope each of you who read will interpret it in your own way. Let your creative juices flow!


This is the first day of my life. Swear I was born right in the doorway

I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed.

They’re spreading blankets on the beach

Harry walked into the little cafe he frequented, clutching his journal, phone, and a water bottle, all in the same hand, while replacing the sunglasses from his eyes to the top of his head, where they were perched most of the time. It was a nice day in London that day, and he was taking advantage of it. The sun was shining brightly, he had managed to stay out of camera lenses for the most part, and he was hungry for his favorite meal at his favorite little cafe.

As he greeted the staff he had come to know so well, they escorted him to his favorite table and  brought him a glass of water, a promise of his ‘usual’ already being made. He smiled at them, thanking them graciously, and pulled out his journal and pen, jotting down some notes that had come to mind so he wouldn’t forget them later.

Hyper-aware as he always was, Harry looked around the room, making sure nobody was taking photos. He liked this table because it was not in view of the windows where paps could easily take his photo through the glass. Harry took a deep breath and cased the room, looking at the different people sitting around. The cafe wasn’t busy as it was an odd time of day for a meal, which he planned that way.

His eyes moved from an elderly couple having a late lunch or early dinner, whichever it was, to a small family of a mum and dad and their infant. Harry smiled as the baby giggled at the parents. The dad was trying to hold his phone out far enough to take a good photo with his family but was struggling. He then noticed a woman at the table next to the family stand and offer to take the photo for them.

“May I help?” you ask.

“Yes, please!” the dad said, thankfully. “Afraid I’m not very good at taking them.”

“It’s not a problem, really,” you smile, taking the phone as the parents crowd in near to their child. “Will you show me a smile, sweet love?” you ask the baby, with one of those high-pitched ‘baby voices’ that makes babies giggle. As if on cue, the baby laughs, grabbing its feet, and you take a couple of quick photos, before handing the phone back to the man, accepting their kind words of appreciation. You sit back in your seat at your little table, smiling at them, and go back to looking at your book you had been reading while waiting on your food.

Yours was the first face that I saw. I think I was blind before I met you

I don’t know where I am, I don’t know where I’ve been

But I know where I want to go

Harry sat watching you, barely blinking. He thought you were lovely, not just for your kind gesture to strangers, but because he found you beautiful. The color of your eyes…the way your hair fell around your face…the smile that would shine after your read something embracing in your book. His curiosity peaked like a loud radar being sounded. He suddenly needed to know everything about you. What were you reading? Did you smell as good as you looked like you would smell? Was your skin as soft as it appeared to be from the distance between you?

“Here you go, Harry!” his waitress said, as she placed his lunch in front of him. “Can I get you anything else?”

Suddenly snapping out of his stare at you, he looked at the waitress, confused. “I’m sorry, what?” he asked.

“Anything else I can get for you?” she repeated.

“Oh,” he said, unbelieving that his plate of food was sitting in front of him. When had she done that? “No…thank you, though,” he answered.

Harry sat for another moment, watching you look at your book, then looking out the window you were sitting near. You smiled at your waiter and shook your head no, that you were fine while waiting on your food to arrive. You glance around the room and notice Harry staring in your direction, and smile softly toward him. You look around at the tables around you, assuming he is looking at someone else, not wanting to make a fool of yourself. But your heart begins to beat a bit faster as you see him stand and walk toward you. You knew who he was. Anyone in their right mind, especially in England, knew who he was. As he stopped in front of you, he smiled the most amazing smile you think you had ever seen, complete with dimples.

“Hi,” you heard him say, nervously. “I’m Harry.” He holds his hand out to you and you shake it gently. You introduce yourself as well as he continues shaking your hand, not releasing it. After an awkward moment of him just staring at you, he clears his throat and turns a slight shade of pink. “Um…I was wondering…if you would care to join me at my table?”

And so I’d thought I’d let you know.

That these things take forever, I especially am slow

But I realized that I need you, And I wondered if I could come home

As you and Harry both finish your lunch, laughing and talking as if you were old friends, you couldn’t help but look at him. He’s so handsome, you thought. And you couldn’t help but notice how he looked at you. He would watch your lips as you talked. He would look you directly in the eyes, like he never wanted to lose his attention to you. He even watched your hands as you moved them about on the table in front of you.

“I don’t want to keep you,” you insist, as he has become quiet once again, saying nothing, only looking at you. “Thank you for keeping me company during lunch.”

“No!” he almost shouted, then quietened again with a smile. “Don’t leave. I mean…” He searched for his words. “Can we…maybe…go somewhere to talk more?” Before you could agree or not, he continued. “Please?”

I remember the time you drove all night, Just to meet me in the morning

And I thought it was strange, you said everything changed

You felt as if you just woke up

Harry’s eyes grew large as he saw you walk up to him as he was leaving his hotel to go to the next appointment on his schedule. You hadn’t seen each other in too long, his work keeping him busy away from London. You had been seeing Harry for a few months now and being away from him was difficult for you both. The video chats just weren’t working well enough for either of you anymore. You had to go to him.

“How?” he asked with tears in his eyes. “You were just home last night! You had to have driven all night long to be here now!”

“That’s about right, yeah,” you smile, hugging him tightly. “Just couldn’t be away from you anymore. Hope you don’t mind,” you giggle. “I miss you.”

“Hope I don’t…” he chuckled, pulling you closer to him. You feel him breathing against your neck, then whisper into his ear. “Thank you. I’m so happy you’re here. Miss you so much.”

And you said, ”This is the first day of my life. I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you

But now I don’t care, I could go anywhere with you, And I’d probably be happy”

“Just can’t believe you came all this way to be with me,” he said, back in his hotel room, caressing your hair and kissing you softly, his body practically swallowing you in his hold. “It means more to me than you could ever know, love. I know its taxing being involved with me, my life.” He kisses you passionately, tasting this sweet creature he has grown to love.

“There’s no place I would rather be than where you are,” you say nervously, knowing although it had been a few months, your relationship still quite new, you were comfortable enough to know he had feelings for you as well.

“But, how did you manage with work?” he asks, still kissing around on you lightly.

“Just took a few, it’s fine,” you insist. “Those sad, puppy dog eyes got to me last night. I knew you wanted me here as much as I wanted to be here with you. Relationships are about making sacrifices for each other, doing things for each other.”

He looks at you lovingly. “You know, that first day in the cafe…was the first time I ever believed in love at first sight,” Harry says, honestly. “Didn’t believe it before…’til I saw you. Would have chased you right out of the restaurant had you turned me down to join me.” You both smile, knowing he would have. “Something changed in me that day. Don’t know how to describe it. Feel like…the rest of my life started that day. Does that make sense?”

You smile with tears building in your eyes, nodding because you couldn’t speak.

“I’ve had this…list of thoughts, characteristics…for what the perfect woman for me would be, you know? Beautiful, inside and out…kind…loving…funny…laugh at m’ jokes,” he smiles as you laugh. “Had convinced myself I was never going to find you, that you didn’t exist and I was going to have to lower my expectations or something.” Harry kisses you softly then looks at, tracing his thumb along your lips. “Thank you for existing.”

So if you wanna be with me. With these things there’s no telling

We just have to wait and see

But I’d rather be working for a paycheck, Than waiting to win the lottery

Besides, maybe this time is different. I mean, I really think you like me

Baby photos Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by peterparkerdaily

You couldn’t believe this was actually happening, it had to be a dream and you didn’t want to wake up. You actually had a date with your neighbour Peter. You two always talked when you threw away the trash at the same time and soon you both became friends once you found out the big amount of things you had in common. Especially some movies and TV shows. He was much more into tech than you were but you loved seeing him building up computers and apparently he loved seeing you caught in a book or just writing.

Finally one night when you were coming back from the McDonalds he asked you out on a date. You truly had a crush on him but you always thought he liked a girl from high school so it really surprised you when he suggested it. Of course, you said yes.

And there you were, walking around the room, trying to find the perfect outfit when he was going to pick you up in fifteen minutes. There was no way you could do it on time! The bright side was that your mum had been helping you so now you had three outfits to choose from but you didn’t know which one would be better. You really liked the white dress but maybe it was too much for a first date? But what if it was also the last one? You needed to look good! With a sigh, you finally picked up the white simple dress, along with some brown sandals. Would he like it?

You put it on and then stood in front of your mirror thinking about the make-up. Definitely nothing too obvious.

“(Y/N), honey”, your mum said popping her head into the room, “Peter is here.” She smiled. She was even more excited than you when you told her about the date.

“What!? Already?” You looked at the clock. Yes. It was 8. “Tell him I will be ready in five, please”, you said.

She nodded and closed the door again. Quickly you applied some base and then a thin line of eyeliner. Your eyelashes were long so you didn’t need mascara. You also applied a bit of lip gloss. You didn’t do much to your hair since it was naturally wavy. You put the things you would need into your purse and finally took the phone and keys throwing them in as well.

Looking yourself once again in the mirror you thought you looked good so you opened the door and hurried downstairs. You could hear your mum’s voice.

“In this one she literally jumped to the cake! It was so hilarious, really”, you opened your eyes widely as you heard.

“Mum is showing your baby’s photos to your boyfriend”, your little brother said walking out of the kitchen.

“No, she’s not…” You mumbled. He shrugged and went upstairs.

Shit. You literally ran to the living room where, indeed, you found Peter and your mum both seated on the couch. Your mum had the photo album on her legs and was showing your most embarrassing photos to Peter.

“She’s naked there?” Peter laughed causing you to blush.

“She hated taking baths. She used to run all around the house until-“

“Mom! Not necessary!” You said before she could say anything else.

They both looked at you and Peter got up, literally staring at you up and down.

“Wow… (Y/N)…you-you…you look…you look great”, he mumbled as he walked towards you. Your mother winked at you and left the room being followed by your death glare. Then you looked at Peter and smiled shyly.

“Thank you. You too.” He smiled at that. He was wearing some dark jeans and a shirt.

Smiling you both just walked out of the house before your mum had any others great ideas like snapping photos at the two of you like it was prom or something like that. Once you were away from your house you started to relax and looked at him.

“Look, I’m sorry about that. My mother can be…” You sighed shaking your head.

“Don’t worry. It was funny. And you were really cute”, he laughed looking down at you which made you blush as you looked down. “And you still are, of course”, he added quickly which made you laugh and look at him.

“You are cute too, Parker”, you said.

With a big smiled he looked down and took your hand hesitantly, entwining your fingers with his as you walked down the street, ready to whatever was about to happen that night and the days to come.


My Theory and probably everyone else’s as well as some details about what’s going on.

>The first magazines and articles to talk about it all work with Modest! so are probably being paid a lot of money to keep the rumors going.

>It was the number one headline in practically every country, every state of America; it was on talk shows, on the news, the radio and in every magazine and yet the rumors disappeared in under a week. 

>Only mention of it before Liam’s ‘confirmation’ were small snippets in magazines, most of which were making fun of the whole situation and were repeating what was said in other magazines. There was no new information. 

>Each article had a different story. One day she was 10 weeks, next day she was 11 weeks and then a few days afterwards she was 12 weeks. Like make your mind up Modest! the baby will be coming out tomorrow at this rate.

>Before any rumors surfaced at all, a plastic baby was thrown on the stage at one of the One Direction concerts and Louis insisted it was a fake baby even though it was clear that it was in fact a plastic baby. He continued to repeat 'Its fake’ and 'it isn’t real’ while Liam even added his own 'its fake, it is fake’ before Louis then threw the baby back into the audience. Few days later, the baby bombshell happened. 

>Magazines also stated that Jay (Louis’ mum) is now really close with Briana even though she is in Doncaster and Briana is in LA so they have never met in person. 

>When leaving a club back in May (the time that they met each other) with Briana, Louis was followed by a group of paparazzi’s, one of which asked him to pose for the camera with the unknown-mum-to-be and simply said 'this one is for The Sun, bro’. That picture was never seen until The Sun released their headline of Louis becoming a dad. Suspicious much. 

>Ashley, Briana’s cousin, recently released a snapchat picture that she took on one of their nights out back in May. Funny thing is, you would think its an ordinary selfie if it weren’t for the fact that Louis and Briana are seen clearly in the background with their hands all over each other and looking all intimate. The angle at which the photo is taken shows that Ashley was not meaning to take a selfie at all and was trying to instead capture the 'loved up looking’ couple. (And yet Louis says him and Briana are just very close friends now, yeah because you stand that close and intimate with a platonic friend, yeah where does that sound familiar? That’s right Larry. Modest knew we would assume that Briana and Louis are together simply because a lot of us believe Larry are together because they communicated at the exact same close intimacy as Briana and Louis are doing in that snapchat). The snapchat post was later deleted but gave enough time for 1D update accounts to find it before it disappeared. 

>Briana is pregnant yet she has been seen out clubbing as though she isn’t pregnant at all. She is also almost 4 months pregnant and isn’t showing any baby bump. 

>Not only this but Briana and Louis met drunk. They left the club drunk. They have only been around each other drunk. And when someone is that drunk, they can easily be manipulated into doing anything therefore management could make Louis doing anything with Briana, like take pictures, so they had everything they needed for this baby scandal. 

Liam’s 'confirmation’:

My theory to that here.

>Liam says that Louis is excited about the baby, well if he is that excited then why can’t Louis confirm it himself? 

>Liam also stated that Briana is 'a very lovely girl’ yet he has never met her. 

>Its also extremely strange how this 'confirmation’, even if it has been confirmed as a fake, was released the day before their GMA interview. Almost as though they were bringing the rumors back up so that it can be properly denied on live TV.

This has obviously been their plan all along. 

It’s also extremely suspicious that in the audio Liam never mentions Louis or the baby. Keep that in mind because something that is said as vague as what Liam said can easily be denied afterwards. 

If management come out and confirm that none of the baby stuff is true we can easily throw that audio back in their faces and say ‘well why did you get Liam to lie to us?’ But of course the audio is extremely vague enough for management to say 'Liam never really confirmed anything’ and it can easily be brushed off. The management can also say that the audio was indeed edited because there is proof of that and they can say they had no part in it whatsoever. 

Also Sugarscape posted the article with a 'clip’ of audio from the whole interview with IN:Demand that is to be aired on August the 8th. That means the audio isn’t live, the interview isn’t live and therefore makes us believe even more that it is edited. 

Of course this is their plan all along and of course it’s going to force the denial from them. And in the end they haven’t got anything to prove that it was all a huge fix and publicity stunt because they keep sources private and interviews vague enough that nothing will fall back on the management or the boys. That’s why Louis wasn’t the one to fake confirm the baby. 

It’s all just one big publicity stunt that has been twisted enough so that in the end, management can deny ever being a part of anything and we would have nothing to prove that they are lying.


Hi guys, as you might already know, i’m back from the con! So that means it’s time to post cosplay photos.
First of all, here’s my Young!Wu cosplay. I know that it’s more than half a year old now, but this was the first chance to make one or more nice photos, as my mum let me take our new, pretty good camera with me to Advík.

The photos were taken on Friday by my friend Sabina, in the garden of the blue school in which the con took place.

Extra: 2 silly photo “bloopers”

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(a fail selfie…)

Analog photography is amazing but sometimes it happens to be anoyying yet so interesting, example: this photo it’s a triple or I don’t even know how much exposured photo of photos I took in Ukraine. When I showed this to my mum she said her first impression of this was ‘ war ‘ which is pretty interesting due to the critic situation that is in Ukraine at the moment. ..


It was quite a lovely article I loved it , maybe a bit too much info about her schedule. Like I always suspected the York girls may not be working royals, but they seem expected to help out their family duty wise, not that the girls seem to mind. Unfortunately the press rather paint them as lazy. I hope that harpers bazaar does a day in the life of Princess Beatrice of York next.

By Laura Brown and Photographs by: Alex Bramall; Fashion Editor: Hayley Caine 

The spirited, art-loving young royal juggles her family obligations with a very modern career. 

Eugenie of York is sitting in the TV room of her family home, Royal Lodge, in Windsor Great Park. It’s the definition of comfy cozy, with family pictures scattered around and Norfolk terriers wandering in and out. Eugenie, 26, the younger daughter of Prince Andrew and Sarah Ferguson, has just completed a shoot for Bazaar in the lodge’s sitting room. During the week, however, she lives in London and works as an associate director at the contemporary-art gallery Hauser & Wirth. Before returning to London in 2015, she spent two years in New York as a specialist at the online auction house Paddle8. Art is in Eugenie’s bones as much as the monarchy.

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Remember Us

Summary: In this imagine, you and Harry have a child together. You two are no longer dating, but you still care about each other.

“Darcy, are you okay?” I asked my five-year old daughter, who was staring absentmindedly out her window.

“Why can’t you hang out with me and daddy?”

I sighed. No matter how many times Harry and I explained it to her, Darcy wouldn’t accept that we were over. I hated the fact that she had to see us seperate at such a young age. She couldn’t possibly understand any of it.

“Darce, we talked about this. Mommy and daddy…we love you so much.”

“But you don’t love each other. That’s why I stay with you, and daddy stays with his friend.”

I nearly swerved out of my lane. Focus, Y/N. I gazed at Darcy through the mirror. She had a frown on her face. Her little button nose scrunched up, and I couldn’t help but wonder who this friend was.

“You mean a friend like your uncles?”

She twiddled her fingers together. “Uncle Niall and Louis played with me last weekend but no. Not them. His friend is a girl like you and me.”

I laughed. Then I sobered up. “Do you like daddy’s friend?”

“I don’t know.”

I could hear the sadness in my little girl’s voice. It hurt knowing there was nothing I could do about it. I pulled into Harry’s driveway and parked.

“We’re here, pumpkin!”

She smiled in excitement. I got out of the car. Then I skirted around the car to open her door. I unbuckled her seatbelt, and she was off like a rocket.

“Darcy, wait!”

I ran after her up the stairs to the front door. Darcy left soft knocks upon his door, making a song out of excessive drumming. Harry opened the door, grinning down at his daughter.

“Hey, kiddo.” He swept her up in his arms, swinging her around. I walked in and shut the door behind me. I placed her backpack onto the foyer table. “Why don’t you go and get you toys from your room, so we can play?”

Darcy ran up to her room with a wild grin on her face. She couldn’t have looked more like her father if she tried.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi. Um, we need to talk about something.”

He put his hands in his pockets, swinging his left leg against the white-tiled floor. “Shoot.”

“Are you seeing someone?”

He eyed me intensely. I could see the inner battle he was having with himself to lie his way out of this or tell me the truth.

“I am actually. Her name’s-”

I cut him off. “I don’t need to know. I just want to make sure you’re being careful about who you let into Darcy’s life.”

His face was blank. “You honestly think I would let some stranger into my daughter’s life?”

“Harry, I don’t want to fight with you. Darcy needs to be stable right now. Some random girl you-”

“Daddy! Daddy! Look, we can play with princess Elsa and Anna. Are you staying mummy? I’ll let you have my polly dolls.” Darcy exclaimed, running back into the foyer.

“No, I’m leaving now-”

The door opened behind me. I turned around expecting to see one of the boys, but a tall women was there instead. She was beautiful.

Her blonde hair looked wind swept and voluminous. She was dressed to a tee in versace and jimmy choos. Meanwhile, I was in a pair of mom jeans and a blouse.

“Harry, you didn’t tell me we were having company. I would have left the mall earlier.”

“This is just Darcy’s mum, Y/N.” Harry said.

Ouch. Since when did I become just Darcy’s mom? If I recall once upon a time I was much more than that.

“Y/N, it is so nice to finally meet the mother of this little angel. Darcy is a joy to be around. We would love to have her around more often. I’m Katy.”

I shook her hand. “Thank you, Katy. We’ll just have to see about that.”

“In the meantime, why don’t you stay for dinner?”

Harry interrupted, a panicked look on your face. “Y/N was just leaving.”

“No, I want mummy to stay. Please!!!” Darcy cried, clinging to Harry’s leg.

I could see the indecision on his face. I had nothing better to do, but it was obvious he didn’t want me there.

“Fine. Your mum can stay.”

Katy clapped her hands along with Darcy. Harry smiled watching the two of them bonding with each other.

“I’ll get started on dinner.” Katy chirped, practically skipping into the kitchen.

Darcy took my hand and tugged on it. “Mum, come and see my room.”

She dragged me up the stairs. I had to admit that it was nice to see her so excited. It’s been too long to see that genuine smile of hers. We entered her pale pink room, which was full of toys and such. I sauntered around the room looking at every detail. Just beside her bed was a photo on her nightstand of the three of us the day she was born. I seemed to lose all control once I saw it.

“Mum, why are you crying? Are you sad?”

I wiped my face, kneeling down to Darcy. I pointed to the picture. “I remember that day like the back of my hand. Your dad and I were the happiest we have ever been.”

“That was the best day of our lives.” Harry spoke, leaning in the doorway. “Darcy, can you give me and mummy a minute?”

She nodded, confusion still on her face. Then she took one last glance of the two of us before disappearing down stairs. I sighed.

“She’s nice.”


“Katy. She seems good for Darcy.”

“Listen, Y/N, Katy and I aren’t serious.”

I squinted, trying to piece together the parts of the puzzle. “Then why is she downstairs cooking dinner for us…including our daughter? Harry, I don’t understand.”

“I don’t know.”

“Why are we even having this conversation? I don’t want to hear about whatever flings you have going on. Just keep Darcy out of it. I don’t want her to get hurt when that girl ends up leaving.”

Harry ran his fingers through his hair. “That’s just the thing, Y/N. I don’t know anything. I don’t know why I string Katy along or why you come to mind when I fall asleep next to her.”

I laughed. “Okay. Harry, I think you’re tired. We have been over for a year now. That’s long behind us. All we have left together is Darcy.”

“I’m not tired. What I’m feeling isn’t some symptom of lost sleep, Y/N. It’s a symptom of losing you. I think I made the wrong decision when I signed those papers.”

I looked at Harry in awe. It took him a year to know what he’s feeling. It took him a year to actually tell me the truth.

“Don’t you remember how much we fought, Harry? It was never healthy for us or Darcy. Things are better this way.”

A tear slipped from his eye. “I remember that, but I also remember us and what we had. We outweighed all of that. At least with you, I knew who I was. I knew that I loved you. Y/N, I still do.”

Part two is now up. Love ya xoxo


In which I totally was Alya. 


I only wanted a bad excuse to show you guys this photo I took last summer :D An old man found this little fellow and as we stopped he told me and my friend that it’s a “death’s head hawk moth”. Sooo yeah.

(or an Akuma taking a break lol)

(PS: I didn’t touch it haha ♥)
A Day in The Life of Princess Eugenie of York
The spirited, art-loving young royal juggles her family obligations with a very modern career.

 The spirited, art-loving young royal juggles her family obligations with a very modern career

Eugenie of York is sitting in the TV room of her family home, Royal Lodge, in Windsor Great Park. It’s the definition of comfy cozy, with family pictures scattered around and Norfolk terriers wandering in and out. Eugenie, 26, the younger daughter of Prince Andrew and Sarah Ferguson, has just completed a shoot for Bazaar in the lodge’s sitting room. During the week, however, she lives in London and works as an associate director at the contemporary-art gallery Hauser & Wirth. Before returning to London in 2015, she spent two years in New York as a specialist at the online auction house Paddle8. Art is in Eugenie’s bones as much as the monarchy.

6:45 A.M. I get up around 6:45 to start exercising by 7. I read my personal e-mails when I wake up. My mum always says, “What’s the point of rolling straight out of bed and looking at your e-mails? It can ruin the first few hours of your morning. If you just wait …” But I really can’t! I go to the park from 7 to 8. I do circuits, which I love because they’re quick: burpees, squat jumps, lunges, the whole lot. It’s much better, as I can’t run for a long time. Or I go with my best friend to this amazing, women-only gym called Grace Belgravia. If I need to pick up some groceries, I go to Waitrose, right next to my gym. In the morning class, I can smell the fresh croissants coming in and I’m like, “Don’t do this to me!”

8:15 A.M. I come home, have a shower, get dressed. My first conversation is often with my mum, saying, “Good morning, what are you doing today?” Or it’s with my boyfriend, Jack. Sometimes I don’t speak until I get in to work and talk to the team. Or it’s my doggie Jack—yes, my boyfriend and my dog have the same name—total accident! If you can call that a conversation. [Laughs.]

8:45 A.M. I do my makeup in the car. I’m really good at doing it on the move! I use Charlotte Tilbury and Bobbi Brown—Charlotte’s mascara and Bobbi Brown bronzer. They are geniuses.

Alberta Ferretti gown, 9,850, 888-774-2424; Bulgari earrings, price upon request, Bramall

9:00 A.M. I start at work. The Hauser & Wirth London office is on Savile Row. I moved back from New York last year to join the gallery. I work with colleagues in London as well as our galleries in L.A., New York, Somerset in the U.K., and Zurich. Part of my job is planning special projects, supporting the artists in the gallery and managing events. We work with many artists and estates around the world, including Mike Kelley, Philip Guston, and, most recently, Lygia Pape. We have been working with some of our artists from the time the gallery was founded almost 25 years ago, like Pipilotti Rist. I’ve loved art since I was very little. I knew I definitely wouldn’t be a painter [laughs], but I knew this was the industry for me. I love being able to share my passion for art with people. If someone doesn’t understand something, you have the ability to suggest, “Maybe you can look at it this way.” That’s what I find most thrilling about working in a gallery. A seminal moment for me, at age 16, was when I saw a Jean-Michel Basquiat show in New York. Basquiat is my hero. I did a study on him at school, and learned to paint like him. I’d never done anything like that! But art is all around us—sculpture, architecture, fashion …

10:00 A.M. I wear a dress and boots to work. I’ve started wearing high heels, which is so grown-up. But they’re painful by the end of the day. I look at people wearing heels in movies and I’m like, “How do they do that?” For clothes, I love Sandro and Maje. Zara is great for work, and bits from Topshop. My favorite is my lace bomber jacket from Essentiel Antwerp. And I live in my Rag & Bone ankle boots.

11:00 A.M. At work, I read the New York Times arts section, Artnet, the FT, and Contemporary Art Daily. I don’t get newspapers delivered; I read news online. I also follow some incredible Instagram accounts, like other galleries’, Christie’s, Sotheby’s, also Klaus Biesenbach from MoMA PS1. He recently posted artist Katharina Grosse, who spray-painted a house in the Rockaways [New York] that was ruined during [Hurricane] Sandy. It’s an amazing artwork.

1:00 P.M. For lunch, I walk over to the Detox Kitchen, which is right across Regent Street in Kingly Court. They do the best food, all healthy. There’s often a queue outside. I try to not eat at my desk because it’s good to go outside, especially in the summer, and it’s always fun to explore Soho. During the day I drink everything from green tea to coffee, Diet Coke to fizzy water.

3:00 P.M. We usually have team meetings in the afternoon to discuss plans for events such as the next Venice Biennale, where Phyllida Barlow is representing the U.K. and Mark Bradford the U.S.

5:00 P.M. In the evenings, I often have engagements related to my family or a charity I support. Hauser & Wirth is very accommodating and understanding of my sense of duty. So I’ll work until 5 P.M., then leave to do the engagement. My sister, Bea, and I have charities we’re patrons of. We also try to support Granny and Grandpa in any way we can because that is what family is for.

“I look at people wearing heels in movies and I’m like, ‘How do they do that?’

6:00 P.M. I’ll go home, change, and go to the event. I love trying new looks. I don’t want to be pigeonholed. You wear the same thing twice? Great. If you don’t, great! And if that means wearing a green Sandro dress, great. I wore that to Granny’s birthday parade, with a Vivien Sheriff hat. I also wore this amazing red Eponine dress for Granny’s 90th-birthday service at St. Paul’s.

8:00 P.M. I like to go out for dinner when I can. My friends and my boyfriend love trying new places. I collect restaurant cards. (I also collect airplane tickets, by the way—since I was 16. One day, I’m going to turn them into wallpaper and paste it into my cupboard.) Two of my favorite restaurants in London are Bocca di Lupo and the Palomar in Soho. For dinner, when I’m being good, I cook my own food. When I’m being really bad, it’s Basilico pizza. My favorite drink is vodka soda with loads of lime. Can’t beat that.

10:00 P.M. When I get home depends on whether there’s an art opening, or if I have an event or a dinner. If I’m home, I cook and watch TV. It’s very relaxed. At the moment I’m watching How to Get Away With Murder—Viola Davis, she’s insanely good—andOutlander, my favorite. When I’m with Jack, we watch The Walking Dead, which we’re obsessed with. Maybe Game of Thrones is our next thing. I don’t watch reality shows, but I love cooking programs. Indulgences? Chips—fries, as you say—Diet Coke, nuts! Cashew nuts with mustard are the best. Netflix.

11:00 P.M. I wash my face with Jo Malone Eucalyptus & Mint cleanser. My bedroom is full of photos my parents have taken. Mumsy took one of an elephant spraying water on its back, which is incredible, and there’s one Papa took of Balmoral Castle. I’ve got a lot of art that needs to be put on the walls. And there are shoes everywhere.

12:00 A.M. Sadly, my bedtime is late. Less than seven hours’ sleep? I guess so! What can’t I live without? My family. That sounds cheesy, but I really can’t. Especially my mum. I wouldn’t be able to make tough decisions without her. And my sister. My mum always says that we’re the only ones who know exactly what’s going on in each other’s lives. My father as well. He’s the rock. And I couldn’t live without my doggies. [Laughs.] What might people be surprised to learn? That I have a full-time job. And I have metal rods in my back keeping me straight. I was born with scoliosis and had an operation when I was 12. Those rods live with me permanently.”


TOMY Bio Volcano photoset [Facet edition]

Something a bit different; I didn’t build this kit. I did paint the armour and treated the plastic but my mother built it and painted the bio zoid skeleton. Mum took one look at my Bio zoids and asked could she make one; she ended up picking the Bio Volcano.

As per my Bio Tyranno and Bio Megaraptor, I treated the plastic with armor-all [tire sealant] which worked spectacularly, including getting a ton of film-gunk off the purple spines. I then did the ‘oil slick’ effect on the armor, added some Uv reactive paint [fifth photo is under blacklight] and glitter to the spines and then handed the kit to mum, who built and glued it together, along with the clear action base it’s standing on.

I had a lot of fun sharing why I love building zoids with my mum and she had tons of fun watching the Bio Volcano take shape when its armor pieces go on.

next in line is a Clear Bio Megaraptor, alongside a Bio Kentro and others. Just in time for my Genesis blu-rays to arrive :D

A write up of last night.

This is VERY much TL;DR

Ok. So. I got there at like 8.30??ish and walked around the block to be smacked in my eyeballs by Baby just chilling being her sexy self, and kinda stood there awkwardly staring at her while I waited for Bekah to show up again. We kind of just stood around gawking and talking for half an hour, then the crowds started gathering. Like. people were stopping as they walked by. and not leaving.

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Sacai A to Z

Every single person that visits me in Tokyo falls in love with Sacai.

Sacai is a brainchild of Japanese designer Chitose Abe. 

She started by working for Comme des Garcons as a patternmaker, (which is the best and at the same time the hardest school of fashion, streching the problem solving abilities and abstract thinking to a whole new level). 

Abe-san took a break to focus on her family and child, and while being a mum and a housewife, she started creating these edgy yet simple outfits that are so practical yet so deconstructed and Sacai was born.

Few weeks back we celebrated a beautiful event of Sacai A to Z book launch, an event where all Tokyo editors and stars came to congratulate Abe-san.

Here is my small photo report from this fantastic night:

First, as Japan is big on taking funny pictures - a special photobooth. Starring my dear friend and Parisian runways makeup artist Hisano Komine.

Next, some iconic Sacai designs

And more

Sacai is always simple, yet sophisticated, it turns a normcore outfit into a timeless piece. A word of advice - do not wait for sales season, majority of designs are far gone by then.

Melody Yoko wearing Sacai dress

And the patchwork mascots

Chitose Abe and Rola 

And the book by Rizzoli

And a special photo-room

Family picture with our favorite stylists

And the outfit props for a photobooth, so fun!

First fall show of Sacai in Paris was the 2012 fall one, yet she was ot a newcomer and Sacai started in Japan in 1999. From home actually. The brand name comes from Chitose Abe’s maiden name Sakai.

Sacai is always lighthearted and joyful, easy and functional and adapted to a speedy life in a large metropolis.

Sacai Flagship address:

サカイ (sacai)
住所:東京都港区南青山5-4-44 南青山シティハウス A-1F, 2F

A-1F,2F Minamiaoyama City House 5-4-44 Minamiaoyama, Minato-ku Tokyo
Tel: +81 3 6418 5977
Store Hours: 12:00 - 20:00

And what will the winter 2015 collection look like?

A dress

A leather and fur jacket

And beautifully constructed knits

Hurry up as those pieces go super quickly.

So hey everyone said I need to make a text post about what happened at ITAtube ;)

I came there at around noon-1pm and there I am wondering what I’ll do till the Tyler-Troye-Hannah meet&greet. I look around and see so many “I can’t stop watching youtubers” posters. What are people doing with Tyler’s posters. Where is he. What is happening. Is he here already. I see a HUGE crowd at the meet&greet stage 1. WHO ARE THEY WAITING FOR. Are there some Italian youtubers maybe?? I look at the stage but there are a lot of people so I don’t see who’s there. But then. I see. A lilac. Quiff. (I die at this point.) I go to the crowd, even though it’s almost not moving. I’m standing the for an hour and I’ve moved for ¼ of the crowd. At this point Tyler disappears??? Then he comes back and he moves to the meet&greet stage 2. What is he doing? I go to that line and I’m almost at the start of the line but the line isn’t moving. They’re there for like a few more minutes and then they stop. Tyler is talking to a lady in a black and white striped dress. They’re talking. They’re thinking. Tyler looks at our line. He smiles and waves but then soon he leaves. The whole line is like “NOOO” but we just kinda stay there because we know this line leads to a Louise-Zoe-Tanya meet&greet in like half an hour. I hear people behind me saying “who are we even waiting for” and I’m thinking the same. They come and I soon come to them. I realize “what the fuck am i even gonna say to them” and I had some ideas but at the end I just came to them and it felt kinda weird but Zoe said that it’s nice to meet me and we took a photo. Oh well. Then I went off the stage and I was really thirsty because they took our water at the front door???? My dad bought me a giant glass of water at the bar. I’ve been snapchatting and tumblring this whole time so I check Tumblr again. I check the messages and I just see “tyleroakley said:”. WAIT WHAT? I read the message. “Hey friend. Hope you’re having fun…*gives the information and stuff* I want to meetcha!”

I died. I drank the whole cup of water and sat on the floor next to the main stage. In that moment Mazzi Maz comes on the stage and people are standing next to me but I don’t care. I made a post saying “jlblaidfyukhjldfujliazsgyhfoilu” and people reblog it, not even knowing what is happening. Haha. The lady in the striped came to me and we walked past all the people (they were all so confused hahaha I was internally laughing) and we go through the stage (*i can feel people staring at me*). We go backstage and there I see Tyler, sooner than I thought. He smiles and says hey and hugs me and tells me that he just wanted to make sure to meet me. His voice was so smooth and beautiful, I couldn’t believe it. Because you know when you have an accent like me hearing an actual english speaker talk, it’s so weird in person but really beautiful. He thanked me for my blog and I said I was on tumblr earlier and that everyone is saying hi. He told me to say hi back. He said the whole tumblr crew is amazing, which I agree. Y'all are  a m a z i n g. The lady in the dress then took my camera and we took some photos. Then I went back out. People staring at me again hahaha haii. I didn’t know what to do so I sat back down on the floor. I called my mum and told her everything. Then I realised it’s almost 4pm and the actual Tyler-Troye-Hannah meet&greet was about to start. The line was so long, it went from one side of the whole place to the other. It would take DAYS to come to the end so I just kinda stepped in at the start, oopsie ;). Even though I was like 5 feet away from the stage, It took more than an hour and a half to get to them. People were pushing and like 2 people were carried away because they weren’t feeling okay. I saw a girl that wanted to text but couldn’t move so yeah same with me. People were shouting in Italian the whole time and I was just like wtf are they saying I hope it’s not important. I finally came on the stage and now I was in the final line. Louis Cole casually walks by and we all take a selfie with him. Then I came to the end of the line and Lisa, the lady in the dress, is there again. She smiles so much and is happy to see me again and so am I. Hello friend! ;D She says “you can go ahead now” and Tyler sees me now. He smiles with the biggest smile and I say something like “me again:D” and he’s like “come hereee” and we hug. Then I go to Troye and we hug. He is so tall and I forgot to smell him because my nose probably stopped working so all of you asking, I don’t know how Troye or Tyler smell like. He says “I’ve heard of you before.” I can’t believe my ears. I didn’t even introduce myself to him, how does he even know who I ammmm? Then I hug Hannah and tell that I love the trinity fandom and that they’re my good friends and she’s really happy to hear that. We all take a photo together then. I go to take my camera from the lady that took the photo and Hannah says I look really cute! This is too much for me but I somehow survive. I once again look back to them and they’re all smiling and it almost looks like Tyler is sad to see me leave. Or maybe I’m just imagining things at this point. I walk from the stage. My dad says that Paulina (troylersworld) is saying hi to me and I see her leaving the stage after meeting  Tyler, Troye and Hannah. We hug and half talk half shout what has happened to each of us. There is a random girl standing behind Paulina. I tell her that I went backstage and we’re like dying. Paulina has to take a phone call and the random girl from behind comes to me and she’s like “you went wHERE” and I internally laugh so much. I’m really sorry. I see the opportunity and, all chill, say “Yahh I’m friends with Tyler” and I see her die. Oppsie. ;) Then me and Paulina go outside because we heard The Youtube Boyband went out at that door. We miss them but think maybe Troyler will escape there? But then someone tells us Troyler is on the main stage and we go watch the LGBT panel. After it we went back outside where our parents became like BFFs now. We talk to a few other people and then Troyler comes out and goes into a taxi so yes that was kinda the end of the day and I’m still out of my energy, but I can say that was one of the best days of my life ever.

Woow this was long. No one cares :D