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I get so emo every time I think about Even’s drawings and how they are in such a stark contrast to everything else on the show. You have these kids texting and facebooking and instagramming all day long, and then you have this precious tall boy who makes his crush a drawing, folds it like a secret, and even finds the time to sneak and slip it into his pocket while nobody is looking. I went to the store the other day with the intention of buying a letter set. Everybody in my class collected letter sets in elementary school, which I’ll admit was a long time ago. And guess what, the store didn’t sell any letter sets. People don’t write each other letters anymore. We just instant message and expect an instant response back. When Even leaves Isak a drawing, he’s not expecting an instant response. He won’t even know whether Isak saw it. There’s no text bubble, there’s no seen at 3:56 pm. And when Isak finds the drawing, his heart will skip a beat because the paper is folded and he can’t just click it open to see what’s inside. Skam is a multi-platform show for the social media generation, yet what Isak and Even share is in many ways an old-fashioned romance. When people think of old-fashioned romance, they’ll maybe think of Pride and Prejudice or Romeo and Juliet instead of lgbtq+ people. But Skam goes against that. And you know what. What makes me the emoest of them all is knowing that no matter what happens in the future, Isak will have these drawings forever. He will always have this tangible memory of the beginning of his first love, a tangible piece of Even’s mind. Even when Even is not physically there with him, he can still touch something he created. And when he traces Even’s handwriting with his finger, it’ll transport him back to the day he couldn’t hold his breath under water.

You asked me once if I was a good girl with bad intentions or a bad girl with good intentions. I told you I was a good girl with no intentions. A year later and so much has changed. I couldn’t tell you which I am still. But I know my only intentions are to have you breathing on my neck as I hold you down on the bed, against the wall, and in the kitchen, while I show you exactly how much you’re worth while you’re screaming my name.

The Flintwood household has garnered a lot of buzz in the past week and for good purpose. It is Signing Day with the British and Irish Quidditch League Draft, and quidditch recruits around the nation are signing their letters of intent.

The eldest child and daughter Malva Flint-Wood is a beater for the Balleycastle Bats jumping to first string at the start of her first season. Landon Flint-Wood is Keeper for the Tutshill Tornadoes, defeating the Montrose Magpies in an electrifying twelve day game. Octavia Flint-Wood is a Chaser for the Pride of Portree, who amazingly cemented the team’s qualification for the European Cup.

Now it is the second son’s turn. Ian Flint-Wood, graduate of Hogwarts class of 2026 and Gryffindor alumnus has been scouted by twelve teams in the league. It is highly rumored that he will sign with his father’s former team Puddlemere United, but alas we wait with baited breath.

His classmate and former Gryffindor teammate Lily L. Potter daughter of Ginerva Potter has signed with the HolyHead Harpies. like mother like daughter reminiscent of Catriona McCormack and her daughter Meaghan McCormack.

The youngest son Adrian Flint-Wood is a fourth year student at Hogwarts and Captain of the Slytherin quidditch team.

You would think that there’s a secret to raising professional athletes. But if you ask Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood, two of the most recognizable faces in the BIQL, they will tell you that a how to guide does not exist. In fact, both shrug off talk that suggests they planned, from day one, to raise Quidditch athletes.

Demelza Robbins correspondent for Seeker Weekly

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ending a letter with “Regards” means nothing. ending a letter with “Best Regards” is polite and well-intentioned. ending a letter with “All Regards” is chaos magic

a sea spell for better communication!

- blue, rain scented tealight candles (represents water & blue corresponds with understanding, patience, wisdom, and honesty)
- star fish
- found shell
- sea salt
- blue lace agate (communication)
- blue calcite (calm communication)
- unidentified geode
- written intention

“may my bottled letters be read and understood, may i understand others, may i find solace in the coming tides”

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Codex —> Places —> 11 —> Fereldan Culture

Notes: The Modmins love the irony of the last sentence in the letter, intentional or not

Location: Obtained from a book in the small room to the left in the weapons shop in Redcliffe Village in the Hinterlands


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Marks that Bind - Mystery Skulls Ghost fic

Summary: Set after the music video. Arthur has been hiding a little secret under his armbands that will change the group’s relationship forever.

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Arthur must have lost his wristband when they fell through the trapdoor.  He didn’t even realize it was missing until Lewis’ magenta-haired skeleton was looming over him.  The other man’s glowing eyes were filled with hatred and malice, emotions that Arthur had never seen on his friend’s normally cheery face. 

The mechanic knew he deserved to die, but he couldn’t help throwing up his hands to ward off the specter.  With his eyes screwed shut, and his heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears, Arthur didn’t see the ghost stop short, his pink gaze focused intently on the purple letters written elegantly across the blonde’s uncovered wrist. 

Lewis

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    i’m mac ( 18, est, she/her ). i’m a college student who probably should be doing other things like studying and making irl connections, but here i am anyway. will here is my selfish, angsty trash son who i love very much. his bio and stats can be found over here, but it’s pretty long so i’ll outline the main points right here:

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Charles was staring intently at the letter. you knew by the way his jaw was set that he was making some big decisions. he stressed out about things… a lot.

you stroked his cheek and he immediately grinned.

“do you need anything?” you asked.

“just your touch.” he said, reaching up to take your hand so he could kiss it, “thank you for being here. i know im not fun to be around in times such as these-”

“there is no where else i would rather be.”

trying to write a draft reference letter for someone recommending you for something is even more miserable than talking up your own achievements in a cover letter/letter of intent. i’m supposed to put compliments about myself in someone else’s mouth?????? hahahah no thanks could i just lay down on the floor instead?

Lady Writing a Letter with Her Maid (c.1670). Johannes Vermeer (Dutch, 1632-1675). Oil on canvas. Gallery of Ireland. 

The firm stance of the statuesque maid acts as a counterweight to the lively mistress intent on writing her letter. The maid’s gravity is emphasized by her central position in the composition. In contrast, the mistress inclines dynamically against the compressed space on the right. The mistress is painted in precise, meticulous strokes as opposed to the broad handling of the brush used to depict the maid.

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Something Worth Fighting For (Anon Request)

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Summary:  Maki rushes to the Hospital Wing to find that Nico is injured from a fight with a fellow Slytherin. At first, Maki is beyond angry, but that all changes when Nico reveals the reason why she did it. NicoMaki fluff. Hogwarts AU. Threw in some NozoEli here, too.

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The hasty click clack of Maki’s slippers echoed behind her as she all but sprinted in the direction of the Hospital Wing.

The redheaded Ravenclaw had been at the Owlery that evening with the intention of sending a letter to her mama and papa back home telling of how her studies were going and how she was doing in general when a very frantic Honoka bursted through the door of the Owlery, frightening all of the owls in the process.

As the Gryffindor proceeded to inform her of the latest turn of events all the while struggling for oxygen, Maki could only make out a few words:

Nico.

Fight.

Injured.

Hospital Wing.

And those words had been all she needed to hear before she took off running, pushing open the Owlery door with enough force for it to fly back against the wall with a loud clap. Maki didn’t know if Honoka had chosen to follow or stay behind to catch her breath, but she didn’t care either way. She just wanted to see Nico.

After sprinting across the grounds, racing through the courtyard, and bounding up several flights of stairs, she finally slowed down to a jog as she came across the entrance to the Hospital Wing and went inside.

Nozomi, Eli, and Rin were crowded around the bed at the far end of the room, and from the sounds of the obnoxious complaining and the occasional swear word here and there, there was no doubt in the redhead’s mind that Nico was the one occupying it.

“Fifty points from Slytherin? As far as I’m concerned they can take all fifty of those fucking points and shove them up their asses!”

“Miss Yazawa, watch your language!” Madam Pomfrey chided as she passed by Nico’s bed with a tray of various colored vials, presumably to tend to the person a few beds away from Nico.

The seventh year Slytherin scoffed. “Whatever.”

“Calm down,” Nozomi shushed softly, running a hand through Nico’s long, jet black hair comfortingly. “I sent Honoka to fetch Maki, so she’ll be here soon.”

“I’m right here. What the hell happened?” Maki demanded as she neared Nico’s bed. The four girls turned their attention to the out of character, fifth year Ravenclaw, who never threw around swear words unless she was either angered or irritated, and judging by the somewhat sinister aura her figure was emitting, she was most likely both.

Eli quickly reached out to place a hand on the redhead’s shoulder. “Now, before you go flying off the handle, just remember it won’t help anything. It’ll only make things worse.”

Being the type of person to not let anger cloud her judgement, Maki listened to the blonde’s words and took the time to calm herself down by breathing in and out slowly. She couldn’t risk looking at the older girl on the bed right now, because if she were to look and see any sort of cut, scratch, bruise, or even a tiny speck of blood on Nico, she’d go bolistic.

“Alright,” She started more calmly, glancing at both Nozomi and Rin before looking back at Eli. “What happened?”

The blonde Gryffindor rubbed the back of her neck and looked back at Nozomi, as if she were silently asking the Slytherin prefect for a way to explain this to Maki without the fiery redhead reacting angrily and creating a scene in the hospital. Nozomi, in turn, looked at Rin, to which the orange-haired girl shook her head quickly. The dark haired Slytherin lying in the hospital bed witnessed the apprehension of all three girls and rolled her eyes with a huff.

“Stop trying to look for a way to sugarcoat this, guys,” The bed creaked as Nico raised herself so that she was sitting on the bed with her back against the pillow. “Didn’t Honoka tell you, Maki? I got in a fight.”

Maki made a small noise under her breath out of surprise at the revelation. The shock gave her enough courage to finally look her girlfriend in the face. Nico’s hair had been completely let down with the ribbons laying haphazardly upon the little table next to the bed. Her hair was dirty and gritty, and it looked as if whoever she tousled with had taken her down to the ground at least once. There were small splotches of dirt on her left cheekbone, on her forehead, and on the right side of her chin. Lastly, she’d had a wet cloth placed over her nose, removing it every few seconds to glance down at it before placing it back. Maki could make out some dark spots embedded into the cloth, which could only mean one thing:

Nico was bleeding.

The Ravenclaw’s jaw tightened at the sight. She quickly bit her tongue to keep her anger in check and to prevent the barrage of questions flooding through her mind from spilling out of her mouth all at once. “With who?” She said lowly.

Nico looked off to the side, cloth still clamped over her nose. “Another Slytherin.”

“Why?” Maki sighed, crossing her arms against her chest.

Rin, who had been leaning on Nico’s bed with her hands, abruptly pushed away and turned to silently walk out of the hospital. Maki could only look on as the orange-haired Gryffindor left the room without a word. Honoka poked her head through the door just as Rin exited, looking at the four remaining girls with a sympathetic expression.

Eli motioned her head to the side and mouthed a silent ‘Go.’ to the ginger-haired girl, who didn’t need to be told twice and headed in the direction Rin had left in to provide comfort to her fellow Gryffindor.

Nico sighed afterwards. “A group of them saw Nozomi and me with Eli, Rin, and Honoka out in the courtyard. Things got ugly really quick, and the next thing we knew, one of them called Rin a mudblood.”

Nozomi and Eli both noticeably flinched at the derogatory term. Maki was fully aware of what the word meant, and her parents had taught her not to say something so ugly. She’d never heard anyone use the word out loud, and she hoped she never would.

Nico withdrew the bloody cloth from her nose and checked it again. “Looks like I’m going to need another one. Maki? Could you…?”

“E-eh?!” The Ravenclaw stammered, her face slowly becoming as red as the primary color of Eli’s Gryffindor tie.

“My nose has stopped bleeding, but I need to get cleaned up, you know? Could you possibly get me a clean cloth and some more warm water? Pretty please?”

“Why don’t you just get Madam Pomfrey to do it?” Maki began twirling a strand of her red hair.

“Because I want you to take care of me.”

Maki immediately ceased twirling her hair and met Nico’s crimson eyes. The silence between the two was enough to spur Nozomi into action as the Slytherin quickly grabbed onto the bend of Eli’s arm with both hands. “Elicchi!~”

“Huh? What’s wrong, Nozomi?” And of course, Eli was completely oblivious to what was going on.

“Don’t you need to be getting down to the Quidditch pitch for practice?” Nozomi asked, nudging the blonde slightly and giving her one of those looks that silently told the blonde she was trying to convey something.

Eli’s eyes widened in realization, and she had to refrain from looking back at the two girls. “Well, Hufflepuff is down there right now, so we won’t hold ours until after they’re done. However, we do need to go see about Rin. Maybe Honoka has cheered her up a little?”

“Maybe so, but it wouldn’t hurt to go check,” The purple-haired Slytherin caressed the Gryffindor’s right cheek lovingly. “Elicchi and I will come back to see you before we begin our nightly rounds, Nicocchi. Try not to have too much fun, huh?” She winked at the raven-haired girl before grabbing Eli’s hand and beginning to walk out of the hospital.

“I’ll do my best.” Sarcasm dripped from Nico’s tone as she rolled her eyes. Then she noticed that Maki hadn’t moved from the spot she’d been rooted down to since she’d arrived. “Well, are you going to just stand there? I’d like to get cleaned sometime today.”

Maki huffed, removing a hair tie from her wrist and tying her hair back into a side ponytail. “You’re incorrigible.”

Nico smirked. “Thought you’d be used to it by now, princess.”

The fifth year ignored the snarky comment and went to work, plucking the bloody cloth from Nico’s hand and dropping it into the bowl of murky water. She picked up the bowl, careful not to spill any of the contents on the floor, and carried it over to a sink on the other side of the room. She quickly poured the dirty water out, setting the bowl under the tap to run some fresh, warm water into it. The bloody cloth was disposed of in the wastebasket next to the sink. Normally, students weren’t supposed to mess with anything unless they were given permission, but since Maki volunteered here in the Hospital Wing during her free time, she was allowed to mess with any of Madam Pomfrey’s supplies. Madam Pomfrey trusted her, after all.

She quickly shut the tap off and carried the bowl of fresh water back to Nico’s bedside table. The seventh year Slytherin had moved around to where she was laying on her back with her eyes closed. And judging by the little grin still present on her face, Maki knew the raven-haired girl hadn’t fallen asleep.

“Why didn’t you just cast Aguamenti? Would’ve made things a whole lot easier on you.” She teased.

“Because I haven’t been taught that spell yet. I won’t learn it until my sixth year.” Maki bent down to rummage through the cabinet under the bedside table.

“Flitwick taught it to us during my sixth year, but I don’t remember the wand movement. I’m actually surprised that I remember the name of the spell becau-”

“Because you never pay attention during Charms,” The Ravenclaw interrupted as she closed the cabinet doors and stood up with a clean, white cloth. “I know, Nico.”

“Hey, I pay attention sometimes!” Nico defended.

“I’m sure you do.” Maki placed the cloth in the bowl to let it soak for a bit. She quickly took this time to look over the Slytherin’s torso and lower body to see if she could spot anything Madam Pomfrey may have overlooked. Her uniform was a little scruffed up from the fight - patches of dirt here and there on the white button-up and a small tear in her vest which could be easily patched up with a little sewing. Her skirt and knee socks were also a little grimey, but there were no signs of scratches or bruising on her knees. All in all, it looked like her torso and lower body were unharmed.

Maki took a seat on the side of Nico’s bed and wrung the excess water out of the cloth before bunching it up and dabbing gently at the remnants of dried blood on and under Nico’s slightly swelled nose.

“Your nose is broken.” She whispered softly.

The Slytherin chuckled weakly. “Don’t think I didn’t even up the score.” She brought a hand up to pull her green and silver tie completely off and pulled at the wrinkled flap of her collar, showcasing a small trail of droplets of blood.

Maki paused her movements as she caught a glimpse of what she assumed was the blood of the other Slytherin. She stared blankly, trying her best to keep a stoic expression, but the more and more she tried, the harder it got. The anger she had tried to keep in check ever since she got here was a hair away from boiling over at this very moment. How could Nico be proud of this? Displaying someone else’s blood like it was some sort of morbid trophy. And to top it all off, she was hurt and she didn’t even care!

“Are you happy with yourself?” Maki said lowly, feeling herself begin to tremble slightly.

Nico’s triumphant grin slowly started to disappear. “What do you mean, Maki?”

“What do I mean?!” Maki raised her voice, the tremors in her body finding their way to her larynx. “Here you are, lying in a hospital bed with a broken nose, and the only thing you care about is that you “evened up the score”? Hurting another person, especially someone in your own house, solves absolutely nothing! And putting yourself in harm’s way doesn’t solve a damn thing, either! You didn’t have to fight her, Nico! You didn’t have to fight anyone!“

Maki’s shoulders quaked as she sobbed loudly. She didn’t even know when she had started crying - possibly halfway through her outburst but that didn’t matter right now. The next thing she felt was the warmth of Nico’s neck on her face as the shorter girl sat up in the bed and pulled her close, rubbing her back lovingly.

As Maki’s sobs slowly dwindled down to quiet whimpers, Nico swallowed hard at what she was about to say to the younger girl. “I didn’t want to do it, you know?”

The redhead raised her head up to look into the seventh year’s crimson eyes. “You didn’t?” Maki asked, wiping at her runny nose with her hand.

Nico pulled her sleeve up over her hand to wipe at the remaining tears of Maki’s red, puffy eyes. “No.”

“Then why did you do it?”

The Slytherin swallowed hard again, looking off to the side in thought. Maki didn’t know if it was her post-crying eyes playing tricks on her, but she could’ve swore she saw water in the corners of Nico’s eyes.

“Because they were hurting Rin.”

Maki’s mouth opened slightly, but she couldn’t find any words to say, so she silently waited for Nico to continue.

The seventh year sighed. “There’s nothing wrong with being a Muggle-born, Maki, but there are some people out there who don’t see it that way. That’s why Rin is so self-conscious about her home life.”

“I know.” Maki said softly with a nod.

“I don’t know what it is about Slytherin, but it just seems that my house is the only house that has some kind of disdain for any Muggle-born or any Gryffindor. I mean they say it’s not as bad as it used to be, but there are still some Slytherins who still hold that belief. And I know for a fact that they talk about Nozomi and me behind our backs just because we associate with Gryffindors, but they won’t dare say a thing about it to Nozomi’s face because she’s a prefect.”

The Ravenclaw watched as tears began to trickle down Nico’s face.

“I honestly don’t give a damn if someone talks about me, but if someone says anything about or to my friends, I’m going to fight. Consequences be damned.”

“Nico…” Maki whispered, hugging the raven-haired girl tightly. “I didn’t know you felt so strongly about us like that.”

Nico returned the fifth year’s hug equally as tight. “I’ve always fought for the people I love, and I’ll fight even harder for you.”

“I don’t want you fighting anyone for me,” Maki spoke softly. “Not when you could get hurt.”

“You just mean so much to me, Maki. More than anything in this world. I love you so much.” The Slytherin’s shoulders began to tremble. Nico’s dam had finally broken, and the tears were flowing heavily now.

The redhead shushed her secret girlfriend, rubbing her back lovingly like she had done for her earlier. “I love you, too.”

Nico held onto the Ravenclaw tightly until her loud sobbing grew into low whines. It had been such a long time since the two of them cried in front of each other, and it wasn’t in a broom closet on the third floor for once. Not that anyone would notice the two of them, anyway. The student Madam Pomfrey was tending to had checked out about fifteen minutes ago, and Madam Pomfrey herself had stepped out of the room.

“Now, let’s finish getting you cleaned up.” Maki grinned swatting Nico on the shoulder playfully. She took the now-dried up cloth that she had set down on the side of the bed earlier and dipped it back into the bowl of water.

“Wait.” Nico grabbed Maki’s arm, preventing the redhead from wringing out the cloth.

“What?”

“Kiss me.”

Maki looked at the Slytherin with wide eyes before glancing back to the door. “What? No! Madam Pomfrey might catch us!”

“Please?” Nico asked. “I haven’t been able to see you since you started cramming for your O.W.L’s last week!”

Maki closed her eyes with a huff. No matter how much she wanted to, she couldn’t deny the fact that she’d missed Nico, too. “Alright, fine! But just a quick one! Nothing more!”

Nico’s face immediately lit up as she silently cheered in her head. “Just don’t hurt my nose.”

“Of course not.” Maki stated in a bored tone, and pressed her lips against Nico’s.

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Harry,

I’m writing this while you’re downstairs washing the dishes and I’m curled up in bed. Our bed. I don’t like the thought of leaving it to just be yours - I’ve always been a greedy bastard, haven’t I?

I don’t know if you’re reading this while I’m still here or if I’m already gone, but I kinda hope it’s the latter because the other is just too embarrassing.

I’m really scared, Harry. And I know you’re scared too but I am really, really fucking scared, and the intention of this letter wasn’t to make you feel bad or anything but it just dawned on me that I’m writing a letter for you to have after I die, which is going to be soon, I think. And that’s scary. But the scariest part isn’t dying, exactly. It’s leaving you behind. Don’t wanna leave you behind to fend for yourself.

I have to say this now, though, because it’s too hard to talk to you about in person. Try to move on? Like, I’m not asking you to go out and get laid the second they’ve lowered my casket into the ground, but. Just don’t stay in bed for weeks on end. Or do, if that’s going to help. Just make sure to eat and shower and feed Bruce. Don’t do anything stupid. Keep in contact with the boys. They love you, you know.

Before I forget - go give Bruce a cuddle for me, because I love him, too.

You said I was brave, but you’re the bravest person I know. I love you, I love you, I love you. I’ve loved you since the day I met you and I will love you until I die and maybe even after, if there is an after, you know, besides rotting in the ground with maggots crawling out of my eye sockets. Is that too much? Sorry, got a little carried away.

It’s just, I can’t stop thinking about dying. I’m not scared, except that I am, but I’m curious, because what’s after that? Peter Pan was always going off about how dying must be the biggest adventure of all, but I’m not so sure. What if there isn’t an after? What then?

You probably expected this to be some horribly sentimental letter with me expressing my undying love for you, which it will be, but not yet. Oh, and now you just walked in on me writing this. Nice. I’ll have to continue again later.

Okay. So it’s morning now and I’m going to finish this dumb thing. You’re not wearing a shirt and I can see all your dumb tattoos. Here’s a secret: I’ll tease you for it till my dying day, but the butterfly tattoo is one of my favorites. You look hot, by the way. You’re making breakfast. Egg on toast. My favorite. I hope you don’t get offended if I don’t eat much of it - it’s nothing against your cooking, love, I promise. Dying just makes doing other basic things kind of hard. I don’t want to die. At least, I think I don’t.

I’m gonna miss you so much, though, and you know what? Fuck it, even if there is no after, I’m going to miss you. I’m going to miss you forever and ever and ever and now I’m really kind of sad, because I don’t want you to throw your life away after I’m gone.

I love you. I love you. I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I LOVE YOU I want to wrap you in a blanket made out of my love. Here, I made you this sweater. It’s made out of my tears. Haha! I hope you get the reference. If you don’t, my love for you just decreased a little bit. Don’t worry. I still love you so much it feels like I’m going to explode with it sometimes. Can’t handle how much I love you, didn’t know I could love someone this much.

Thank you. Thank you for changing my life, for teaching me how to love myself and being there for me when I was at my best and my worst. Thank you for putting up with me, thank you for moving in with me, thank you for making me egg on toast every morning, thank you for coming into my life. Thank you for being my home away from home since day one. Thank you for being someone I can trust, someone I can love unconditionally, and someone who loves me unconditionally in return. Because of you, I believe in soulmates. I might guide you, but you keep me anchored. God. We really are a couple of saps, aren’t we?
I hope you and the other lads make more music sometime. I know you said you wouldn’t without me, but I wouldn’t be offended. I hope you sell a million more albums and then some, I hope you go on tour again because I know how much you all love performing, and I hope it reminds you of me. In a good way. Everything reminds me of you.

If you do fall in love again, as many people do, just do me one favor. Don’t let it be Nick. That’s literally all I’m asking.
Also, don’t cut your hair. Ever. Or do, if that makes you happy. Just want you to be happy. Want you to smile, Harry. You’re a good person, a really good one. You can do a lot of good things for some good people, Harry. You can move mountains, still the seas, change lives. I hope you take advantage of that.

Maybe I’ll see you again, in another life or something, where I’m the waves and you’re the shoreline. There’s some sappy quote about that, but I can’t quite remember it. Look it up, you lazy bum. Maybe I’ll see you again, when I’ve disintegrated and become part of the stars and you have, too, but even then I hope it’s not for a long, long time, after you’ve lived your life in full and traveled and experience everything all over again and then some. After you’ve become a father and a grandfather and maybe even a great grandfather, with all that dumb health food you like. After you’ve seen all you’ve wanted to see and done everything you’ve ever wished to do and made number one on People’s ‘Sexiest Men Alive’ list. I can’t wait to hear all about it.

Always in my heart, Styles.

Yours sincerely,

Louis

—  my heart just can’t take it. //