my single is dropping

There is a little Syrian restaurant right outside the old medina in Rabat that I used to eat at regularly while living in Morocco. My roommate and I would go nearly every night, and sometimes we’d bring friends. They served the most incredible avocado smoothie topped with almonds and spices that you can imagine… I’d do terrible things for the recipe.

The wait staff all recognized us, and while our Arabic was dreadful, we were also very predicable in our orders. One night after a particularly stressful and upsetting day, the main server arrived at our table with a glass of water. People in Morocco (and most parts of the world) do not typically drink ice with their water. I’d grown accustomed to that and didn’t miss it much, but when the waiter produced a single ice cube and dropped it into my glass with a flourish and a beaming smile, I almost burst into tears. It was an unexpectedly touching and thoughtful gesture. It didn’t actually do shit to cool down my water, of course, but it was just so unnecessarily *nice* of him that I remember it as the single most refreshing beverage I had that year.

His name was Simon.

MSP: I used to live in this village in southern England with my family - all “pureblood and proud” not a single drop of muggle blood in our veins - complete and utter rubbish, all of it, of course, caused mostly by their pure inability to face the fact that my grandmother had a child from a muggle man. I swear, you could run around shouting Voldemort’s name but as soon as you mentioned the poor man? *laughs* Locked in your room for the rest of the day.

MSP: One summer a muggle family moved into an old house near my family’s mansion - you can imagine my parent’s reaction. I was not to come anywhere near the muggle boy-

MSP: Surely, it was all a big secret. We would meet in the forest behind the mansion, and he would beg me to show some of my “magic tricks” - I could do a bit of wandless magic, harmless stuff, nothing a ministry charm could trace. In return he would show me his muggle things - which, frankly, were as much of a nuisance to me as my magic was to him. 

MSP: We became…close.

MSP: Perhaps, a bit too close.

MSP: It was all fun and games and we felt invincible.

MSP: Until one day we were too careless and..the other boys, our neighbors they-

MSP: …about everything.

MSP: To say that my Father was livid when the news of his “dirty little traitor of a son” reached him would be a bit of an understatement. I begged him to leave my friend alone, I swore I would never see him again, but my Father he…wouldn’t hear any of it. He told me that wouldn’t be needed.

That he would take care of it.

I learned enough to know exactly what he was going to do when he stormed out of the house.

And I…

MSP: Everything happened so fast. I saw it all go wrong.

MSP: My Father’s anger made his spell unsteady and it clashed…with something inside my friend’s mind. It fought back. I’ve learned later how a conscious desire to remember someone strong enough could repel memory charms but back then all I could do was stand and watch as panic in his eyes melted into confusion. And then…blank nothingness.

MSP: My Father dragged me out of the house and I was sent back to Hogwarts immediately for the rest of that summer. I had no contact with anyone for the entire school year and when I got back home - the muggle family was gone.

MSP: I spent two months trying to find him until eventually I got a trace of his mother. She moved into another town and lived all by herself. She told me everything…how she started slowly losing her son. He could remember bits, she said, sometimes he would become manic about this particular idea that there was more to this world than we could see and that someone was going to take it from him. Then he became paranoid. Stopped eating. He…wanted to see me, she said. He sometimes described me even though he couldn’t remember my name.

MSP: She gave me an address and I went to see him. It was a muggle center for mental health, a cold place with white walls. But he was there. Thin as a stick, little of the life left in him - all in his feverishly burning eyes.


MSP: He asked me if I could show him a magic trick…

MSP: His name was Simon.

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REQUEST 121 ~ Stupid (angst) part 1

A/N: I would do smut but at the moment i really feel like making this one angsty as fuck 

Warnings: Lots of swearing.

Sometimes people in relationships argue. That, in theory, helps the relationship to grow. It sorts out the rough patches that have been avoided. But sometimes those arguments lead to regrets and to have one can break something that was once perfect.

For a few weeks now, i could feel the tension between Dan and I. It felt like we were becoming two separate people. The distance between us was unnoticeable at first, it was things like eating at different times or going to bed after the other had fallen asleep. For some people that’s normal but with Dan and I it used to be a rare occurrence. It then built up into being day’s in which minimal words were spoken to one another. Everyday that went by when this would happen felt like i was isolated from him. 

It all came to an end because of a small disagreement. In the past when we had disagreed on something a quick hug and compromise would solve it but this time, that wouldn’t work. 

As i went through our cupboards looking for something to make for dinner, i called out for Dan to come and help decide. He had been in a pissy mood all day so i was hoping that if he could pick something he would love for dinner it would make him feel better. 

“What?” He sighed as he appeared in the doorway on his phone. 

I opened the cupboard door wider and moved so he could see, “I was wondering what you wanted for dinner?” 

He shrugged his shoulders while still staring down at his phone. I sighed inaudibly, beginning to feel pissed off with his ignorance. 

“Come on, there has to be something you want?” 

He shrugged again and turned away from me. Normally i have really good patience with things like this but recently, when our relationship was going the way it had, my patience was going.

“Ok Dan, just ignore me that’s f-”

“For fuck sake, i don’t know what i want to fucking eat ok, if i want something i’ll make it my fucking self ok.” He snapped looking at me with annoyance. 

“What the hell has crawled up your ass?”

“You. You are getting on my nerves with your constant pestering.” 

I widened my eye, anger spreading through my body.

“Are you kidding me? Seriously? This is the most we have spoken this entire week. You have said fuck all to me. You should feel lucky that i even considered making you dinner tonight.” 

He stood up straighter causing him to grow slightly taller in his already gigantic height. 

“You know what? The reason i haven’t spoken to you that much is because every time you speak it annoys me. I didn’t ask you to make me dinner, so i don’t know why i should feel grateful about it.” 

I stayed silent while he basically tore me apart with every word. This wasn’t the man who said he loved me.

“Sometime i really fucking hate you…” 

You know how in movies when something intense happens and suddenly everything goes muffled and moves slowly. When he uttered those vicious words, it felt like just that. I didn’t know what to say. My mind went crazy trying to make sense of the situation. Hates me? I felt a single tear drop onto my cheek which brought me back to reality. I need to be away from him now. 

I rushed past him and to the door, grabbing a jacket that had my keys, money and travel card, and left. I didn’t know where i was going, but all i knew was that i need to escape the crime scene of our relationship.

Title: Wedding Rings and Cherry Blossoms

Drabbler: @outerspacehowlters

Doodler: @dantlers +link to playlist!

Beta: @eschatalogical

Warnings: none

Summary: In which a sleepy Dan and Phil discuss their favorite parts of their Japan honeymoon so far. Mountains of fluff and giggles lie ahead.

Word Count: 600

A/N: This is my first phandom little pop and let me just say, I had so much fun with this! Thanks to Alx for helping me whip this into shape and to Gray for the wonderful art and playlist! (Seriously go listen to it, there’s some v quality tunes on there) I hope you enjoy!!


“Hey, Phil,” Dan yawned, propping his arm on the plump pillow beside him, blinking in the midmorning Japanese sunshine. “What’s been your favourite part of this honeymoon so far? I mean, I know you’ve said you love everything but what’s been the absolute, all time best, the part that you’ll be raving about to your kids someday?”

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PART 3!!!

Surprise I wanted to put it up now. Sorry I know it’s late a pretty lame update and it hecka sucks but #4 is about to be great. Love you guys!

Rating: PG maybe

It was impossible to sleep that night. The reveal of my art piece was approaching quickly and my nerves were catching up to me.

I got a text from my mum first thing in the morning saying she was so proud and excited to see me. I had picked out what I was going to wear weeks ago.

The black dress hug my porcelain curves, the red lipstick I boldly chose matches my red shoes and hang back.

I felt like I was going to something as significant as the Grammys. My dark hair falling in perfect ringlets as I curl it.

I arrived at the studio early, much earlier than required. I observed the blank space on the wall that would soon hold my masterpiece.

Artwork that I’ve tried to express multiple times in my teenage years but just finally was able to do.

My parents are the first to show up. They race to hug me.

I introduce them to the owner of the art gallery who I met while sketching at a coffee shop. My artwork caught his eye and he said he wanted to see more. I want to say it is because he liked my work more than the fact I was drawing a nude woman.

Many strangers show up. Already with still a half hour left until we start, there is a much bigger turnout than I expected.

The art covered walls feeling much closer together as my nervousness increases.

Calum, Ashton and Michael all show up. Michel brings a girl who I do not recognize.

“Is my art reveal the place you bring a girl on a first date?” I question as the blond wanders away to look at the other art pieces.

“Well I get major props for knowing the artist.” Michael bumps me.

I grin and look at all of them. They are all dressed up, meaning they are wearing button ups. Sure michaels is only half tucked in and calum is wearing blue jeans but it’s really the effort that counts.

“It really means a lot that you guys are here.” I smile at them.

“Aww!” Ashton squeals like a girl before hugging me.

“Have you guys heard from Luke?” I ask nonchalantly.

They shake their heads. I brush it off, I’m sure he is on his way.

When the owner starts calling for everyone to gather together I glance at the door one more, waiting for Luke to make one of his last minute entrances.

I make my way up to the front, while I was chatting with people I didn’t notice them put up my painting. It is covered by a thin cloth so no one can see it.

I glance down at my phone. There is a text from Luke:

Finally couldn’t put off taking ‘A’ out to dinner any longer. Wanna hang after?

I swear I could literally feel my heart being smashed. All of the pieces tearing through my body, desperate to find their way back together. But they were too lost.

He had forgotten and her again Arzaylea got what she wanted. On the night that was supposed to be mine.

I know if he had remembered he would have been the first person here. He would have wanted to come out to dinner with my parent and I after and he would have calmed my nerves before the show.

He wasn’t here, instead he was with her probably fighting.

I feel as I am about to cry. In front of all of these people. Everyone is looking at me, am I crying and not noticing it.

The one say I do decide to wear make up of course I would ruin it.

The owner says my name and I realized he was speaking to me.

“I’m so sorry. what?” I ask.

“Nerves seem to get the best of these young people.” He makes a joke. Many people laugh and I pull together my best smile.

“Why don’t you uncover your piece when you are ready and tell us about it.” He says.

My eyes scan the faces of the room once more. Hoping Luke remembered and snuck in without me noticing. I’m yet again let down.

The thing is I’m not even mad. I’m just so incredibly hurt, this was one of the most important nights of my life and he promised.

I slowly remove the barrier and everyone claps before pulling out their cameras. My mother has been filming since she got here.

“I want to catch my baby girls big moment.” Her words ring through my head.

“It took me a really long time to think of a name for this piece. Eventually I just went with ‘Air’.” I say. “It is painted with oil based paints. To me it represents freedom and individuality.”

My painting has a silhouette girl who is off centered next to a house. It is a pallet of colors. She is holding on to a bunch of balloons that I like to are pulling her up, wherever she wants.

The small room that recently seemed so full suddenly seems so empty. One of the only people I wanted to be here celebrating wasn’t.

I try to swallow back the tears of sadness the blur my vision. One single drop wins the battle as it slides down my cheek, the rest of its arm fallows in its quick descent down my face.

“There is a reason I wants the girl to remain identity less. Because I do think of this as a self portrait but adding something like skin color or hair color could ruin the illusion that this could be any other woman out there. Those fighting for freedom, equality.” My voice cracks as I continue to cry.

My mothers eyes mirror mine, smiling as proud and happy emotions stroll from her eyes.

“Those fighting for love. I wanted this to be a painting that could be looked at and see from so many different perspectives and points of view. See yourself in my work. I do this for the world.” I finish my speech.

The audience stars applauding and as much as I feel it’s impossible I muster up a smile.

“Wow. It is very phenomenal that this piece means this much to you. And it is only through true emotion like this do we find success and beauty in one’s art.” The owner of the gallery starts another round of applause.

I think them all, excusing myself to get some air.

On a day that is suppose to be about me I would ruin it crying over some boy. I painted the girl to be me but I don’t feel half as strong or beautiful as I want people to feel when they look at it.

I’m joined outside by Calum. I wipe my eyes and smile at him.

At least people think I’m crying for a different reason.

He pulls me in for a hug, rubbing my back.

“I’m sorry he wasn’t here today.” He says.

The waterworks start all over again. We pull away from each other i try to conceal myself but I can’t.

He already knows anyways. Everyone knows that I’m so in love with Luke. Everyone but Luke.

“I don’t know why I’m letting him get to me like his.” I rub my face, a lot of my makeup coming off with it.

“He said he would be here. It’s not right and you have every right to be upset. It’s not fair. He is supposed to be here.” Calum says.

I wonder if he knows where Luke actually is.

“Yeah well he has other obligations. Like a girlfriend who he is with right now.” I say.

The surprise etched in his face shows me he didn’t.

“He is with Arzaylea? What? 10 times out of 10 he would rather be with you.” Calum says.

“That’s not true.” I shake my head. Luke and I do have the best fun together but there is something about being in a relationship with someone. You want to be with them all the time.

That’s how I’ve always felt about Luke except we aren’t in a relationship.

“They just fight a lot. I’m scared sometimes he is unhappy but then there is days like this where he forgets about me because he is with her.” I wipe the unders of my eyes.

“I don’t think he ever stops thinking about you.” Calum says quietly. “Do you ever think the reason Luke is so unhappy with Arzaylea is because she isn’t the one he wants to be with.”

Calum seems like he is almost trying to hint something.

“What? What are you saying?” I squint at him through my tears.

“Oh my gosh. You are both so blind. He likes you, as more than a friend.” Calum rolls his eyes.

I shake my head in disbelief “Luke doesn’t think of me that way. I’m nothing more than a friend to him.” My soul breaks as I say that.

More and more these days being with Luke seems to not even be possible. Like a dream I need to give up on.

“Drunk Luke can’t keep a secret from Calum.” Calum speaks of himself which makes me laugh.

I still don’t know if I believe what he is saying.

But what if he is right. All those times I’ve caught Luke staring at me isn’t because he is spacing out. When he tries to make me laugh with horrible jokes or pays attention to me over his girlfriend.

Maybe Calum is right.

I don’t know if I have enough willpower to find out though.

PART 4 COMING SOON

I was here content in my single life and minding my business when Beyonce went and dropped the Die with you music video and now I’m sitting here thinking love is real?? Got my ass ready for the right one to walk in to my life?? How could she do this to me???

au ideas you never asked for
  • “HEY STOP! YOU’RE STEALING MY NEIGHBOR’S DOG! WHAT THE FU – oh, they hired a dog walker? hahaha haha.. ha… carry on”
  • “i’m in the nurse’s office a lot with migraines and you’re always in here organizing her tongue depressors and i really don’t think you go to this school so what gives”
  • “the building manager neglected to tell me the window washers would be coming by today so excuuuuuuse me for thinking that twenty three floors up was high enough that i could dance around in my office without being seen”
  • “you’ve been awkwardly inching your way towards the human sexuality section of the bookstore i work at for like fifteen minutes are you looking for something in particular or –?”
  • “you and your friends have been playing the penis game in the library for the last five minutes and none of you have gotten above a quiet yell and i’m really just trying to study over here so i’m gonna put an end to this by winning the game”
  • “it’s 2 in the morning and i was just trying to get home but i left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and i drove into a pole – would you please stop laughing you’re a cop. you’re supposed to be helping
  • “my favorite band dropped a new single today and i’ve had it on repeat for seven hours and i can see you judging me but that isn’t going to make me shut it off"
  • “hey new neighbor it appears that your dog likes me a thousand times better than she likes your partner and they’re really jealous and i’m sorry but not really because hellloooooo there”
  • “you can’t get tattooed drunk, come back in the morning and if you still want my name on your ass we’ll talk”

Every single drop of this waterfall fills my mind with beautiful memories.

- La Reunion island 2017 - “ Boeuf waterfall”

- Expired FUJICHROME PROVIA 100 F -

MINOLTA SRT 100 x

Source : Tisha-leavethelighton.

every damn day there’s a new Harry Styles™ update i thought i could take the week and a bit before his single drop to reflect on my life before he snatched the oxygen straight out of my body for 5 minutes, but alas,