northern imagination


Iceland by the light of the full Moon. Just watch this one, this is great. I literally can’t find anything better to say, just watch it.

Music Series: Northern Wind by City and Colour

This is the first City and Colour song I ever heard and liked it from that first listen. It’s also one of the songs that, when I first decided to start the Music Series, I thought it would make a good imagine, so when I saw the request for it, I already had it forming in my mind.

This is “Northern Wind” by City and Colour, which can be heard HERE on my Spotify playlist called ‘Acoustic Love’.

Thank you for requesting, Anon!

Seems I have an easier workday today so I’ll fit in as many new imagines as I can. Thank you for your sweet words, my lovely followers! I’m busting that so many of you are enjoying it as much as I enjoy writing them. I try to take them in the order requested, always loving the challenge of not knowing what is next, so thank you for the requests, and for the likes, messages, reblogs, and follows!

Kisses! xo



You’re the Northern Wind

Sending shivers down my spine

You’re like fallen leaves

In an autumn night

You’re the lullaby

That’s singing me to sleep

You are the other half

You’re like a missing piece

Harry watched you as you talked with his mom and sister at a family wedding.

Sometimes it blew Harry’s mind how much he loved you. You were a comfort to him. Another piece that fit perfectly together with him. If he thought on it enough, he felt tears well up and a lump form in his throat. He knew he was lucky to find you. Lucky that you were in love with him, too.

You never complained about the shit you must go through to be the girlfriend of Harry Styles. Your smile never faltered. He knew you were always there for him, even when he couldn’t understand why you stuck around and dealt with it all. No other girl ever had.


Oh my love

Oh my love

Oh my love

You don’t know

What you do to me

You feel Harry’s hand find your waist and pull you against him, his lips lightly kissing your neck.

“Where’ve you been?” you ask with a smile.

“Just taking in the occasion,” he returned, hugging you tightly.

“Your mom was looking for you,” you grin, turning to face him. “Family photos, I think.”

“They’ll find me,” he chuckles, softly layering sweet kisses to your lips. “You look beautiful. Outshining the bride, you are…but don’t tell her.”

You smile at him as his eyes roam your face…the full, soft lips he loves to kiss…eyes that can see deeply inside of him…and a nose that he hoped one day the children you would share would have.

You had no idea how deeply he loved you.

You are all four seasons

Rolled into one

You’re like the cold December snow

In the warm July sun

I’m the jet black sky

That’s just before the rain

Like the mighty current

Pullin’ you under the waves

You are his everything. As cliche as that sounds, it’s true. The thought of ever being without you in his life shook him sometimes.

As Harry opened your car door, taking your hand to lead you into the restaurant, he sighed heavily at the paparazzi already clicking their cameras. He wasn’t surprised they were there. The birthday gathering of a dear friend in the business had been slipped to them somehow, and they were eager to pop off as many photos of well-knowns coming and going as they could. As they pressed a bit tighter in as the two of you approached the entrance of the building, Harry’s hand left yours to wrap tightly around you, protecting you from the harshness that could sometimes ensue.

Once inside, Harry leaned to you, lightly kissing your cheek and speaking quietly against your ear.

“Sorry about that,” he unnecessarily apologized. You give him a look that tells him to not apologize.

“How long have we been together now?” you ask. “Don’t you know by now that it doesn’t bother me?”

You smile at him and feel him squeeze your shoulders as you are both lead into the private party.

I’m the darkest hour

Just before the dawn

And I’m slowly sinking

Into the slough of despond

Like an old guitar

Worn out and left behind

I have stories still to tell

They’re of the healing kind

Harry lay in the bed, watching you sleep on the pillow next to his, oblivious to the new day that is already starting. He knew you loved him, but it was inevitable the worry that would sometimes creep in and take over his mind, telling himself that one day you may decide you had had enough of dodging paps and fans, camera lenses, false gossip and stories circulating around Harry constantly. He couldn’t imagine a life without you ever again, nor did he want to.

Everyone had insecurities and worries, even Harry. You were beautiful, inside and out, and other men knew that, too. Men who didn’t have a crazy life. Men who had a normal job, and relaxing evenings and weekends, and time for romantic holidays with the women they loved.

Harry kissed your shoulder lightly, not meaning to wake you, but seeing you stir beside him anyway. He slides closer to you, nuzzling his nose and kisses against the side of your face, his arm pulling your body against him as his leg wraps around yours.

“Morning”, you croak, clearing your voice of its morning raspiness.

“Mornin’, love,” Harry returns, pressing his lips lightly against your cheek. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

You grin. “I’m not.”

Harry smiles then pulls away enough to look into your face.

“Do you know how much I love you?” he asks sincerely.

You look at him, seeing the serious look on his face and knowing he is having the doubts that sometimes pop up into his mind when he’s worrying about things you insist he has no reason to worry about.

“I believe I do,” you say matter-of-factly. “You show me constantly, tell me every day. I hope you know I love you just as much.”

He smiles shyly, shrugging his shoulders a bit and kissing your jaw softly.

“Just…” he starts, hesitating briefly. “I just still have a lifetime of love to share with you, and want you to never doubt my love for you, or what you do to me that makes me realize every day how lucky I am to have you. Never want you to question it.”

“I don’t,” you assure him. “So please, never doubt me either. You’re kinda stuck with me.”

You grin as he giggles, pulling you under him, kissing away any doubts that could be lingering in his mind.

Oh my love

Oh my love

Oh my love

If I could just

Find you tonight

If I could just find you tonight

Oh my love

Amami’s FTE #2 (Shuuichi)


Rantarou Amami: Saihara-kun, what’s wrong? You look kinda serious.

Rantarou Amami: If something is bothering you, I can give you some advice. Well, if you’re okay with me, that is.

Shuuichi Saihara: No, you see… I’m worried about…

Rantarou Amami: What are you worried about?

Shuuichi Saihara: Amami-kun, it’s what you said earlier. You said you’re the “SHSL Useless Big Brother”.

Rantarou Amami: ………………

Rantarou Amami: I told you to…forget about it.

Shuuichi Saihara: Even if you told me that…I can’t just forget it. What did you mean by that?

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Haha do you guys ever think about the fact that Atla had an episode in which Hama, a woman who after decades of imprisonment in terrible, inhuman conditions, comes out cruel and lashes out in any-which-way she can, and is treated and defeated as a villain (which, ok, she was, and that was fair) but then after gets sentenced to live out the rest of her life imprisoned by the same people as the first time?

Hahaha do you guys ever think about how fucking easy it would’ve been to add 10-15 seconds to the episode in which Katara goes: “When this is all over, I’m coming for you and taking you home“? Thereby displaying mercy? Which would later play into how she handles Yon Rha?

Hahahaha do you guys ever think about how much that would’ve meant for Katara’s character arc, but also how it would’ve enriched the overall story?

Hahahahaha do you guys ever think about how the comparison that should’ve been made in “The Southern Raiders” is, “Katara you sound like Hama,“ not “like Jet”?* How much more sense it would’ve made to brig up Hama at that point, you know, Katara’s teacher who taught her bloodbending? Instead of her one-time-now-dead crush?

*Not getting into how neither make sense in the given situation, that’s not what this post is about.

Ahahahahha do you guys ever think about how much more meaningful the mercy vs. justice stuff, which “The Southern Raiders” were supposed to be about, would’ve been if Katara had set a precedent with how she handled Hama?

Hahahahhahaha do you guys ever think about how if Hama had remained relevant, if she had actually gotten a chance to go back to the Southern Water Tribe, how that would’ve shaped the course of the story?

Like! Just imagine!! A Southern Master! All of a sudden, there’s a Southern Master at the South Pole! And she isn’t fifteen!

And imagine her and Pakku butting heads over how to teach students, imagine her and Pakku in a bending! Battle! We would’ve gotten an actual comparison between Northern and Southern waterbending!!!



Plus, like, loose ends: Who was Yon Rha’s source? How did the Southern Raiders find out about Katara? And why to i feel like they were supposed to somehow be a Northerner?

Ahahahhahahahahahahahahahaaha do you guys ever think about how utterly amazing it would’ve been if Hama wasn’t a one-off character with no actual impact on the overarching story??!?!?!!




Northern Arrangement Pt. 5

Imagine being married to Roose Bolton and one day Ramsay Snow over steps his bounds and gets what he deserves.

Word Count: 2,276

Warning: uhhhhh I don’t know. Harrassment?

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Imagine Bden singing The Calendar onstage in LA. Imagine Ryan standing in the audience but too camouflaged for people to recognise him. Imagine him being at the front where the crowd can’t see him and he lets his guard down just as Brendon sings ‘but only for you.’ Imagine Brendon stopping short for a nano second onstage and Dallon/Kenny/Dan being like: ???. Imagine Bden looking right into Ryan’s eyes as he sings: ‘And I meant everything I said that night.’ Imagine him going into Nearly Witches even more mockingly because Ryan is there. Just when Ryan is about to walk away before people recognise him, Bden decides to change their setlist and goes into Northern Downpour. Imagine Ryan halting and turning around for split second but he knows he has to leave because people will recognise him.

Imagine clenching onto your bleeding heart.

Then, imagine Ryan not leaving and sneaking into Bden’s dressing room. Imagine Bden being really angry and telling him that he’s married and that he doesn’t care about him. Imagine Ryan being like: ‘Happy Myrtle Beach day - I just wanted to tell you in person this time’. Imagine Bden’s rage completely melting away because he remembers everything. Imagine him bringing Ryan into a tight embrace. Imagine them smelling each other and closing their eyes. Imagine them just staying still in that position for a few minutes. For a split second, it’s like how it used to be when they were happy together. Imagine them talking awkwardly for a few minutes before Ryan leaves. Imagine Bden crying over everything that he buried from the past. Imagine Sarah feeling the weird vibes from him when they meet after the show. Imagine Bden saying he’s just tired and thinking about all of it for the rest of the night.

Imagine Ryan going back and telling Dan everything whilst crying in his arms. Imagine Ryan being all like: 'Sometimes I just miss them so much; just miss him so much’. Imagine Dan holding him close.

Imagine them [Ryan and Bden] both yearning for each other but being too stubborn to admit it. Imagine them both feeling close to one another even though they’ve never been further apart.

Imagine me surgically removing your heart.

Imagine Bden talking to Spencer about it the next day. Imagine Spencer being all like: ‘You had to let him go. It was for the best.’ Imagine Bden being like: 'Sometimes I’m not sure it was, Spence. - I still… I still care about him, you know?’ Imagine Spencer sighing and deciding to speak to Jon because Bden is so upset. Imagine Jon being surrounded by kid’s toys when Spencer goes to his house. Imagine Spencer being really sassy about it before going really serious and explaining everything. Imagine Jon being really fair about the whole thing and agreeing that it was for the best. Imagine them both looking back and talking about how they thought it would never end; that they could be that happy forever. Imagine them forming a plan to get Bden and Ryan to at least stay in a room together. Imagine Linda being in on it and phoning up Sarah to tell her about it. Imagine them all forming this really elaborate plan to get them in the same place.

Imagine Sarah leading Bden into a restaurant and Jon saying he’d meet Ryan at the same one. Imagine them bumping into each other and being super awkward. Imagine Jon and Sarah telling them they have to talk with them both hissing at each other over it. Imagine Sarah telling Bden that he needs to stop being a toddler for once in his life and sort his shit out. Imagine Bden sulking and sitting down. Imagine them eating in silence for at least half an hour.

Imagine Bden takes issue with how Ryan eats and is like: 'Could you be anymore irritating?’ Ryan’s like: 'Could you be anymore childish?’ They can’t argue properly because they are in public. Eventually, the anger spills over into nostalgia. They start to point out things to each other from the past.

Imagine this leads to them being back on speaking terms.

Imagine them getting closer and closer inch by inch until Bden goes to Ryan’s house one night because he gets stuck with writing lyrics. Imagine them composing together after seven years. Imagine them both thinking: 'This is how it should be. Always.’ because it doesn’t feel like a day since they stopped writing together. Imagine them realising how much of each other they continued to carry in their hearts even though they were separated.

Imagine me ripping out your insides.

Pokémon in our Biomes pt. 12: Beaches and Coasts

“I’ve recently decided to make a series of posts with hypothetical thinking and analyzing of what Pokémon species could potentially be found in the world’s biomes. Not at all relative to the games, I will be focusing primarily of the elements, design, and relativity to real life flora and fauna of Pokémon to depict where different species would roam on our big blue marble.” 

Before I start, I want to thank each and every one of you for all of your support, but more specifically, your patience. I’m sorry it has been some time since I’ve written anything, but now that my exams are over, I have more time to concentrate on these posts. For the twelfth Pokémon in our biomes, I will be focusing on beaches and coasts, specifically terrestrial or semi-aquatic species that thrive near large bodies of water, but prefer to live on land or in shallow pools. 

Now that we’ve covered quite a few species, the remaining biome posts may have a bit more of a concentrated list. I imagine this post will be like that. Although there are arguably quite a few possible candidates, only a few species in my opinion would be suited for mainly coastal life. Beaches and tidal pools as you can imagine, can be very warm, hot, and sunny environments, however several coastal regions are very rocky, cold, and stormy. Species that survive on coasts or beaches generally have specific adaptations pertaining to their respective temperatures, food sources, terrain, etc. 

Beaches can be a nice, and relaxing get-away, where soothing waves calm each nerve, but moreover, less tropical coastlines, like the ones on the west coasts of North America and Europe, tend to be very violent with huge winds and waves crashing on the rocks. Although it may seem impossible, life is sustainable in these environments, and I imagine there would be some Pokémon that would survive there if they were real. 

Let’s get started!

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I wish I could trust the Game of Thrones show runners with Sansa Stark. 

Season Five promised a Sansa who was playing the game - and gave us a storyline where Sansa willingly handed herself over to the Boltons and was subjected to needless, gratuitous horrors. Season Six promised a Sansa who was free to be a leader - and gave her only one true moment of triumph (convincing Jon to fight for Winterfell) before clumsily assigning her victories that would have been damning in the better written Seasons 1-4.

Imagine if we were heading into Season Seven with a Sansa that had convinced (in show) even a single Northern house to rally for the Starks, who had been better prepared to explain the machinations that Ramsey would use, and had helped prevent the decimation of the Northern forces. Imagine if the Knights of the Vale had ridden in seemingly to steal glory when the battle was clearly won - and not clearly lost - and we had a clear sign that Sansa was prepared to play the game at Littlefinger’s level.

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