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“NIKOLA TESLA FOR THE FIRST TIME DESCRIBES HIS NEW SYSTEM FOR SUPPLYING WIRELESS POWER TO RUN ALL THE EARTH’S INDUSTRIES.”

By a series of discoveries and inventions just perfected, Nikola Tesla, the electrical scientist, has upset what has hitherto been regarded as one of the fixed laws of nature. “Every effect diminishes with distance,” is the way the textbooks have expressed it. Tesla now says that instead of decreasing like other forces, electricity may be made to increase in intensity with the distance traveled.

The full significance of this discovery may not be at once apparent. It is obvious, however, that it annihilates space. There can be no limit to the power of the electric wave which increases in intensity the further it travels.

For nearly 20 years Tesla has been working on his plan, he calls it his wireless “World System.” If it is put into successful execution it will convert the earth into a gigantic conduit, which will pass power for all earthly activities, and make possible communication with other planets.

From time to time Tesla has made partial announcements as his work progressed. This, however, is the first comprehensive account of his system as a whole that the inventor has consented to give to the world.

“Through ages past man has anyways attempted to project in some way or other energy into space. In all his attempts, no matter what agent he employed, he was hampered by the inexorable law of nature which says every effect diminishes with distance, generally as the square of the same, sometimes more rapidly.

“I saw at once that space was annihilated in all the three aspects; in the transport of our bodies and materials and in the earth, transmission of the energies necessary for our existence. You can imagine how profoundly I was affected by this revelation. Technically, it meant that the earth, as a whole, had certain periods of vibrations, and that by by impressing electrical vibrations of the same periods upon it, it could be thrown into oscillations of such nature that innumerable benefits could be derived.

“It is difficult to convey an idea of these inventions without resorting to technical terms. The first and best known of these is my transformer, which enables the production of electrical vibrations of transcending intensities. I have already attained activities of many millions of horse power; but this is nothing compared to those which I am expecting to get with my improved apparatus.

“The second is what I have termed my magnifying transmitter, which I look upon as my best electrical invention, and with which any distance can be bridged. I have already passed of this wonderful instrument and am confident that a message can be flashed to such a distance as the planet Mars.

“Some technical men would be disposed to look upon such statements as those of a dreamer, but it is only because they have not had opportunities to see experiments which I have actually performed. The third invention I have designated as the “Art of individualization,” which enables the transmission of an unlimited number of messages through a wire or wireless, without the slightest interference. Not before this improvement is universally adopted will the world fully realise the benefits of telegraphy and telephony. The fourth invention is my receiver, which concentrates the energy transmitted over a wide area into the operating device.”

What would the voltage in your transmitter be?

“In the transmission of telegraphic and telephonic messages I shall employ from five to ten million volts, but in transmitting power in great quantities, as much as one hundred million volts will be used.“

How will your “World System” compare with those now in use as regards to cost?

“We could easily afford to offer a transmission of telegraphic and telephonic messages to any terrestrial distance for five cents a word. In a short while no one will think it anything out of the way to dictate or to write a long letter across the Pacific.”

How long does it take for the transmission of a message, by your system, around the world?

“The exact time is, according to my measurements, 43-1000 of a second, which is a speed about 50 per cent greater than that of light.

“The impulse starts from my magnifying transmitter with infinite speed, slows first rapidly and then at a lesser rate until, when it has penetrated to a distance of 6000 miles from the transmitter, it proceeds with approximately the speed of light. From there on it accelerates, first slowly and then more rapidly, and reaches the opposite point of the globe again with infinite speed only to rebound and pass through the same phases on its way back to the transmitter.

“This movement of electricity through the Earth, which takes place strictly in accordance with a mathematical law, and enables a great number of accurate measurements and determinations to be made, which are of immense practical and scientific value.”

Is your universal marine service based upon this principle?

“Largely so. In setting up and maintaining stationary waves in the earth its entire surface is subdivided in perfectly definite zones of electric activity, so that any observer of all those data which are of importance to navigators as the latitude and longitude, the position with reference to a given point, the speed of travel, and the course followed. This method is quite exact and reliable, and once introduced will be instrumental in a great saving of time, life and property.”

When your system of time distribution is introduced what kind of devices will be used for indicating the hour?

“They will be ever so much simpler than the ordinary clocks or watches, being entirely devoid of wheel work. For personal use a small case will be provided resembling that of a watch which would indicate precisely the time and require no more attention than a compass for instance. The large clocks on towers and public edifices in general will be replaced by extremely simple devices operated on the same principle.

“All these will be ‘tuned’ to a wireless wave sent out at a certain time. This will automatically set the hands of every ‘tuned’ time piece.”

In operating stock tickers, will the present instruments have to be replaced by others?

“Not at all, they will remain intact. A great financier told me that this should be one of the most valuable and practical applications of my system, inasmuch as the instantaneous operation of such instruments all the world over will go far toward allaying panics and failures which are at present mostly due to the inadequacy and stagnation of channels of information.”

“A business man will be able to dictate in his office a letter which will appear in type at any other place he wishes without loss of time in the transmission. It will be exactly as though he had his stenographer close by. In the same manner it will be practicable to send a handwritten letter or even a check, and what is more important, it will not be possible to falsify the signature.”

Will the transmission of complex musical productions require complicated apparatuses?

Not at all. The apparatus at any of the master plants, transmitting a great number of musical compositions, will be of necessity complicated, but the subscriber will need only a telephone receiver, and, if he desires exclusiveness, and individualizing device in connection, which, however, will be rarely required. He will be none the less able to listen to the most complex opera played in some remote party of the world. What is more, he can carry the entire outfit with him on his walks and travels, and whenever he desires to listen to the music he can do so.

The wireless system which I have developed does not contemplate competition with established lighting systems in densely populated districts, but it offers an ideal solution for the illumination of isolated places. The light will be furnished by exhausted glass tubes, bent in all sorts of ornamental shapes, and is of surpassing beauty, resembling closely the daylight. The lamps will last forever. The entire apparatus for lighting the average country dwelling will contain no moving part whatever, and could be readily carried about in a small valise. It will be quite immaterial in which region of the earth the house to be lighted is located. Distance will not affect the charge.“

How far from the Earth’s surface can power be transmitted by this wireless system?

“To any distance; in fact, the greater the elevation above the ground that easier it is to supply the power to the vehicle, such as an airship crossing the ocean.”

What do you consider the most important application of your system?

The transmission of power, of course. The operation of aerial machines alone will be of a revolutionizing influence, in as much as it will afford a perfect solution of this important problem. Another great field will be the irrigation and fertilization of the soil by wireless power. The time is not distance when a farmer will have installed on his place an apparatus for continuously manufacturing, from the gases of the atmosphere, nitric compounds which will be used to fertilize, while a motor will pump the water and perform other duties; all the energy being supplied from a plant perhaps thousands of miles away. This system can be extended so as to make productive vast tracts of now barren lands located in various countries. I believe that the export of wireless power will be one of the chief resources of the United States and other fortunately situated countries in times to come.“

By Marcel Roland. New York American, September 3, 1911.

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Steven isn’t the first victim of Blue Diamond’s grabby hands and he certainly isn’t the most severely wronged

nouns • les noms :

  • activity : l’activité
  • binoculars : les jumelles
  • cabin : la cabane
  • campfire : le feu de camp
  • discovery : la découverte
  • equipment : le matériel (de camping)
  • evergreen tree : le conifère
  • flashlight : la lampe de poche
  • forest la forêt
  • hammock: le hamac
  • hike : la randonnée
  • insect: l’insecte
  • kayak: le kayak
  • knapsack: le sac à dos
  • lake: le lac
  • lantern: la lanterne
  • marshmallow: la guimauve
  • mountain: la montagne
  • national park: le parc national
  • nature: la nature
  • outdoors: les grands espaces
  • outside: l’extérieur
  • provincial park: le parc provincial
  • rope: la corde
  • scenery: le paysage
  • state park: le parc d'état
  • tent: la tente
  • trail: le sentier
  • wildlife: la faune et flore
  • woods: le bois

verbs • les verbes :

  • to boat: naviguer
  • to camp : camper
  • to climb: monter
  • to explore: explorer
  • to fish: pêcher
  • to hunt: chasser
  • to light: allumer
  • to navigate : guider
  • to plan: organiser
  • to play: jouer
  • to swim: nager
  • to stargaze: observer les étoiles

adjectives • les adjectifs :

  • cozy: douillet
  • peaceful: calme
  • quiet: silencieux
  • recreationalrécréatif
  • rustic: rustique
  • smokyenfumé
  • warm: chaud
  • wild: sauvage

“the forest is so peaceful. i love camping.” « la forêt est très calme. j'aime le camping. »

For @babyklance :) 

Keith’s arms are pumping at his side as he sprints up and down the length of the training room. He finds it important to run daily to maintain his stamina because he never knows when he’s going to be put in a position where he’s left to flee without Red’s assistance.

Plus, he likes running. It feels like a release, like he’s loosening tight limbs after a fitful night of sleep. Sleep has never come easy for him, and it seems to only be getting worse while in space. His circadian rhythm is gone, and he can’t find it not matter how hard he tries. Time just moves differently in space, but he’s okay. He’s learning to adapt with little sleep; it’s not like it’s a new concept to him.

When he goes to cut a sharp turn to start back down the length of the room, he stumbles and falls to his knee. Nothing new, he’s fallen before. Only, this time it’s different. He hears a faint cracking sound that’s followed by a sharp, piercing pain that shoots all across his knee.

Gasping, he rolls onto his side, clutching his throbbing knee with both hands as his vision wavers in and out of focus. His heart is thumping loudly in his ears, making the string of curses slipping from his tongue sound muffled and distant.

In a brief bout of panic, Coran’s words from a few days ago slip across his mind.

“Everyone try not to get hurt, okay? The pods are due for a heavy maintenance check due to faulty codes running back to our systems.”

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Fic Recs: Angst w/ Happy Ending

Requested by @bitch-ofthetimes , here are some of my faves:


1. The Same Ground (navigator) - What if the one that got away came back? [featuring a lot of pining, snapchat, and exes finally figuring their shit out]

2. My Heart is Breathing for this Moment in Time (usedtothebeach) - Louis has a rare genetic disorder that causes him to Time Travel to important moments in his past and in his future - and to Harry, always to Harry. When they’re put into a band together, it seems like everything Harry has been waiting and wishing for has finally come true. Except for the small fact that Louis doesn’t know that Harry is in love with him- that Harry’s always been in love with him. [The Time Traveller’s Wife / X Factor / pining / angst / cute-ness]

3. Indestructible (whoknows) - “I’m okay,” Harry says, and Louis is going to say something to that, even if he doesn’t know what, except Harry’s kissing him. Louis freezes. [amnesia!fic - honestly cannot get enough]

4. All the Lights Are Full of Color (infinitelymint) - So, fast-forwarding eight years from the day Harry met Louis, he is now a twenty-seven year old owner of one of the most up-and-coming eating establishments on the London restaurant scene, father of two wonderful boys and… separated from his husband. Now, that last part definitely was never a part of the original plan. [so so good, i will read this a hundred times because i like to torture myself and cry a lot apparently]

5. Empty Skies (green_feelings) - For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream – making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him. [famous ex-boyfriend louis, up-and-coming harry, lots of grudges and hurt feelings and angst]

6. Truth Be Told (I Was Never Yours) (justfortommo) - It’s like a cold slap in the face when Harry looks to the top of the page to see “Aiden and Louis Grimshaw” at the head table, and Harry has to mentally remind himself for the thousandth time that Louis is not his. Never was, really. He’s just the wedding planner that’s been in love with Louis since he was sixteen. [featuring ex boyfriends, wedding planning, and a whole lot of pining and awkwardness]

Gaming changes you physically. My eyes have become enlarged so that I may see more of the screen. Any appendages have atrophied and fallen off so that my body may focus all of its energy only on necessary gaming parts. Hands are permanently curved into the perfect shape to grip my xbox controller. My skin has morphed with my headset and the wiring from my headset is now directly connected with my brain so that I may communicate with my teammates with little to no delay. My blood is so high in monster energy drink particles that it has taken on a green hue that glows through my skin so I no longer have to sleep or navigate by natural light.

Panic Cord pt.2 (Tom Holland x Reader)

Hey, Lovebugs! a lot of you requested for the second part of Panic Cord so here you go!

Originally posted by lovershub


“I’ll see you at home,” he says quietly, obviously disappointed and sad that you’re leaving. You step forward into his arms and wrap yours around his waist, placing your head on his chest. He kisses your hair.

“See you at home.” you say.

“I love you,” he adds as you are walking away.

You don’t say it back.


It has been a week since the premiere and Tom can count the number of words you’ve spoken to him on one hand. Ignoring the hums and grunts of acknowledgment, you’ve only spoken to him twice. He notices how your clouded eyes are bloodshot and puffy in the mornings. He can hear you trying to be silent as your tears flood the room. He has stood outside the bedroom door with a hand on the doorknob, trying to find an excuse to go in before he either gives up and goes to bed or slumps down beside the door with his head on his knees. He tries his hardest to monitor your sleeping schedule through the thin wall separating what was once his and your room, and the guest room he is now occupying. He insisted that you stayed put. He has tried to help in any way he can but you never say or do anything to show him you’re hurting. You’re silent, you’re tired, and he has run out of things to do. He cries himself to sleep now too.

Tonight, however, is different. You’re watching a movie on the couch, snuggled up in your duvet. Tom walks into the room from the kitchen and gazes at you. You don’t seem happier, per say, but you seem less empty. He finds that to be a little win. He goes back into the kitchen and gets you a cup of tea. 

The lounge is hard to navigate without any light other than the television, but he finds his way. The cup of tea acts as a peace offering because you take it hesitantly with a little upturn of your lips before pulling your feet closer to yourself. He sits next to you and you place your duvet-covered ankles on his lap. 

The movie continues playing and Tom watches how the screen reflects off your iris’, giving them a life he used to see daily when you’d explain a new theory you’d found online. When you blink, your eyes stay closed for a long time; your long, dark lashes almost grazing your cheekbones. He thinks he can see remnants of mascara below your eyes, but there’s a possibility that’s just the dark bags. He sees the slope of your nose, the freckles on your cheeks, the arch of your cupids bow. He likes watching you when you’re this close to sleep. You look peaceful.

You’re tired because you haven’t slept a lot since the premiere. You don’t know why you’re not speaking to Tom. You love him too, you know you do, you just can’t say it yet. He doesn’t notice that you put your feet on his lap but he subconsciously goes to massage them. You like snuggling into his chest because you can hear his heartbeat. You’ve never told him why you sleep on the side closest to the door, yet he always lets you sleep there. He doesn’t mind when you pull the covers from his side of the bed or when you accidentally hit him in the middle of the night. He doesn’t mind that you haven’t said I love you back, and that makes you love him even more.

The movie ends and Tom turns off the tv. “Tom,” you say with a croaky voice. He understands before you can say anything else and crawls from one side of the couch to lie down behind you. An arm over your waist, fingers intertwined with yours laying above your heart. “I’ve missed you,” he whispers into your hair. “I’ve missed you, too.”

“Y’know,” he says after a few moments of silence, “ I want you to know that I didn’t say “I love you” to hear it back. I said it to make sure you knew.” You sigh happily and huddle even closer to his body before placing your head in the crook of his neck. You place delicate kisses along his jawline and down his neck to his collarbone. “I love you,” you whisper into his skin. His strong arms pull you on top of him, your legs bent either side of his waist. He leans to kiss you before you lay your head on his chest and fall asleep, only to wake up together in the morning. You wake up like that many times from that point onward.


@literature-loving-girl @lghockey @oi-fandomhigh @mrsemmaevans @shadowstark @beautifuljew4 @da-real-hijabis-of-illea @gabrielad16 @castellandiangelo @girlwith100names @lovespriyanka @animexchocolate

Please leave a comment if you like the series and/or if you want another part!

irohlegoman  asked:

Lex, what about the time IJN planes almost landed on the American carriers

The first day of the Battle of the Coral Sea, 7 May 1942. 

After nightfall, at around 1930, when most American planes have returned to their carriers, another formation of planes showed up.

Lieutenant Commander Stroop of USS Lexington (CV-2) remarked, “these planes were in very good formation.” These planes all had navigation lights on; they intended to land on the carriers. Captain Sherman of Lexington noticed something odd, however. He counted 9 planes, more than the number of American planes still in the air. Furthermore, they flew past Yorktown’s port side and took a counterclockwise approach, different from the American carrier landing routine. The planes were seen flashing their blinkers, but no Americans could understand the signal.

This caused a bit of chatter on the TBS (Talk Between Ships radio circuit):

“Have any of our planes got rounded tips?“

“Damned if those are our planes.“

The first plane in the formation attempted to land on USS Yorktown (CV-5), but it was coming in too low and Yorktown’s landing signal officer signaled him to throttle up. The plane almost crashed into Yorktown’s stern, but the pilot managed to pull up and off to port, narrowly avoided what would have been a deadly collision. Electrician’s Mate Peter Newberg, stationed on Yorktown’s flight deck, saw the plane’s wings briefly illuminated by signal lights, displaying a big red circle - the Japanese Hinomaru insignia. Lieutenant Commander Roy Hartwig, Commanding Officer of USS Russell (DD-414), recalled seeing planes with fixed landing gear, meaning the planes were most likely Aichi D3A Val divebombers.

One of the screening destroyers opened fire, sending red tracers towards the Japanese formation. A voice on the Lexington, still uncertain about the identity of the planes, ordered the task force to hold fire. The captain of the destroyer replied, “I know Japanese planes when I see them.”

All of a sudden the skies were lit up “as if it was the Fourth of July,” as nearby destroyers all opened fire on the Japanese planes. USS Minneapolis (CA-36) also unleashed her guns at the intruders. But then some American planes were still in the air - a Yorktown fighter pilot complained, “What are you shooting at me for? What have I done now?” With gunners firing at both friend and foe, some pilots who have already returned to their carrier decided to join the party as well, as SBD pilot Harold Buell recalled some of his fellow pilots on the Yorktown were shooting at Japanese aircraft with their Colt .45 pistols.

By this point all pilots in the air, both Japanese and American, have decided it would be better to stay away from the task force and its blazing guns. The planes turned off their lights and disappeared into the clouds, with the Japanese planes went looking for their carriers and the American planes waiting for their task force to stop shooting at their own pilots. None were shot down.

References:
Ian W. Toll. Pacific Crucible: War at Sea in the Pacific, 1941-42.
Phil Keith. Stay the Rising Sun.

Batfamily X Reader- Welcome To The Family (Part 3)

Warning: Angst, violence, swearing, that’s it?

Welcome To The Family, Part 2

Sitting on your bed, you looked at the worn photograph of your parents, smiling faintly.  It had been so long since you had seen them, or even the graves that they were buried at.  You hadn’t visited the grave since the funeral, but you walked past the cemetery a few times.  Back then, you didn’t have the guts to face them or even the cold stones that had their names on them.  Wiping away your tears, you shoved the photo under your pillow and walked over to your closet.  Grabbing a heavy coat, you shoved your arms through the sleeves and walked over to your desk.  Searching through the compartments for the money you stashed.  Once you finally found what you were looking for, you shoved the money in your pocket and walked over to your already open window.  Giving the room one last look, you climbed out of the window and slid across the roof, grabbing a hold of a thick tree branch.  Dropping down, you looked around the courtyard before walking over to the gate, climbing over it without a problem.

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Undead

forced grins
unattractive creases
of dismayed wrinkles
reflective
of disenchanted eyes

for i am left at the mercy
of my faintly beating heart

the loneliness houses my sorrows
the hallways of my mind are gallows
the alleways of my blood streams are lethargic hallows

anointed on my crown

to feel life’s deathly brusque demeanor
to tear my heart apart foolhardy

for light to navigate within
my undead soul
to inflame a fierce fire
that moltens my blood
to piece everything whole

@misplacednotes

anonymous asked:

Not sure you're taking prompts, but if you are can we get a Sanvers Overprotective Maggie post 2x19 fic?

Alex rested her back against the wall next to her window. She had turned the lights off ten minutes ago, but the car was still there. It had been there for the past fifty-seven minutes. She checked her watch. Fifty-eight.

Alex looked around her darkened apartment, knowing that she could navigate it without the light. She mentally located every gun in the apartment, but settled on her favorite new toy in the kitchen drawer.

The man was sitting in the car, phone pressed to his ears when her feet hit the street. There was no way he’d seen her. Alex had taken a secure route and was hyper-aware of her surroundings. She’d be damned if she got kidnapped again.

She crept up on the car and waited, crouched near the back passenger door. When she heard loud laughing, she opened the passenger door and in one swift movement, sat in the seat, her gun pointed at the man.

He automatically reached for the center console, but she grabbed his hand and pinned it to the smooth leather between them. “Why are you sitting outside my apartment?”

Before he could answer, she saw a picture of herself taped to the dashboard just above the radio. She pressed her gun to his chest. “Tell me!” Rage and fear were coursing through her. So soon after she had been kidnapped someone was sitting outside her apartment.

The man dropped his phone and Alex caught it before it hit the man’s lap. As she caught it, she saw something shining on his belt. She moved his jacket out of the way and saw an NCPD badge. “What the hell is going on?”

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FanWorks Wednesdays - how-i-met-your-mulder

by Keva Andersen

One of the things I love about The X-Files fandom is that even after all these years we continue to welcome new fans into the fold. And these young fans bring fresh enthusiasm and new ideas and share those gifts with us “old timers.” There are episodes of the show that are older than this week’s author but don’t let that fool you. Meet @how-i-met-your-mulder! Also known as skuls on A03, she has a body of work that’s impressive for any author, let alone one who is relatively new to the show.

If you’ve ever wondered how you would do in a situation in your past if you knew the future, here’s your chance to watch Mulder and Scully navigate that. “Half-Light” goes AU just after “Home Again” when a shooting transports Mulder and Scully back to 1993. It’s a great ride through different times and universes that keeps you guessing.

And if like me you’re dying to see if Mulder and Scully are reunited with William in Season 11, “Polaroid” is just the thing you need. The uneasy navigation of two families and how William adjusts is a great read.

The X-Files Rewatch Series is a great companion to your own rewatch, and explores the scenes we didn’t see during the episodes we’re so familiar with. In this world, Mulder and Scully finally get to take in that football game, for instance.

We talked with how-i-met-your-mulder about inspiration, writing, and of course, The X-Files.

How long have you been a Phile?

Coming up on two years in late October! I actually remember the exact date that I started the show because it was also the day of a wedding I was in. I started watching the show on Netflix the morning of, and I found the fandom online a few weeks later. Those first few seasons remain a vivid and amazing experience in my memory.

What was your first episode?

The Pilot.

How long have you been writing fic?

Since January 2016. I’d had a few ideas for fic prior to that, but I’d always been too afraid to write them down. Actually, several of my earliest fics are still unpublished and stored in my docs.

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Fic Rec: Kidfic

Some of my faves:

1. Standing On The Edge Of Forever (ellao) - Harry Styles is a single father, just trying to keep his life organized after losing his husband four years earlier. Between his daughter, Liam’s hellion twins, and Sophia throwing him into any romantic tangle she can think of, life gets a little crazy. Of course, everything changes the moment Lo and the twins get interested in their school musical, The Wizard of Oz. Because the new director, Louis Tomlinson, is just about the most attractive man that Harry has ever seen.

2. Jump Before We Fall (green_feelings) - Louis and Zayn’s lives revolve around running a hotel by the sea, Harry is a student who wants a life far from home for just a little while, Niall doesn’t know where life leads him and Liam thinks he has already found all purposes in his life.

3. Nothing Else But Us Right Here (supernope) - Louis sighs and gives himself a mental pep talk as he smooths his jumper down over his hips. He can do this. He can resist the draw of Harry Styles, because he is a responsible, mature adult, and as much as he wants to tangle his fingers in that mess of hair and map those ridiculous tattoos with his tongue, he does not want to get his daughter’s favorite teacher fired.

4. Fugue (iwillpaintasongforlou) - Harry falls asleep a 17 year-old who lives in Cheshire and is probably rockstar Louis Tomlinson’s biggest fan. He wakes up 24 with a wedding ring on his finger, two kids, and Louis Tomlinson attempting to wake him up with a blow job. The doctor calls it organic retrograde amnesia, says he might never get back the last seven years of his life. The only thing that feels the same is how he feels when Louis touches him, and maybe that’s enough to make him fall in love all over again.

5. All The Lights Are Full Of Colour (infinitelymint) - Harry and Louis are separated, but for the sake of their two sons, they choose to spend Christmas together. It may just lead to a Christmas miracle.

6. We’re Afire Love (soleilouis) - Harry and Louis are best friends. Harry has the whole “crush” thing under control, honestly. Until, of course, he moves in with Louis and his baby.

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