not sure what this style is called

I live in hope that by the time Black Panther comes out, fan artists finally realize that drawing a random black face that looks nothing like the black character they’re supposed to be drawing isn’t acceptable.

You can find references everywhere because we live in a Google-driven world and yet… 90% of fan artists after The Force Awakens made sure to get Rey right but Finn… Finn is still drawn with what I can only call “Generic Black Guy” features.

(But it’s “their style” so it’s apparently rude to complain about how everyone takes pains to make sure the white characters look like their white actors but then play fast and loose with Black characters’ appearances.)

Maybe in 2018 fandom will figure out that all black people don’t look the same and apply that to their fan art?

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he didnt think she’d get this far

inspired by this kinda

huffingtonpost.com
Why the Rolling Stone's Fansplaining of Harry Styles Misses the Point
Saskia Postema, Contributor

It is safe to say that almost the entire world has recently been exposed to the solo debut of Harry Styles, member of the band One Direction. While he was not the first one to start up a solo project – Zayn Malik left the band in 2015 to pursue a solo career, whereas both Niall Horan and Louis Tomlinson released solo material in 2016 – he was, perhaps after Zayn’s dramatic departure, the most hyped and anticipated artist out of the original bandmembers.

It’s been two weeks since Harry released his incredibly successful #1 debut single, Sign of the Times, which leads his self-titled LP that will hit stores on the 12th of May. Subsequently, critics have been quick to write their reviews, labeling the rock anthem as an epic song that establishes Harry as a credible artist. Part of the promotional roll-out of Harry’s debut seems to be centered around the cultivation of that notion: Harry Styles is to be seen as an authentic, honest, yet mysterious, credible musician. Given the fact that Rolling Stone profiles itself as the market-leading music magazine when it comes to crediting such artistry, it was to be expected that a profile and cover issue of Harry Styles would follow suit.

In a companion piece, Rolling Stone published a so-called ‘fansplaining’ column on their website – delving into the fanbase that has supported Harry Styles throughout the years, probably aimed at gauging their reaction to his debut. An interesting take, given the fact that the journalistic lens of Rolling Stone seems to focus mostly around discrediting the opinion of young women, particularly those who have been avid fans of the music that One Direction has put out in previous years, and who have supported Harry and his peers throughout that time. Aside from the fact that such an understanding of music is abhorrently misogynist, as it values the middle-aged white male’s opinion as somehow more legitimate than those of women (even when those women were able to recognize the artist’s talent years prior to those men who were blinded by their fragile masculinity), the article also failed to do what it intended: Explain what makes these fans so loyal to their idol.

There seems to be a deep-rooted misunderstanding of the relationship between fans and the artist they support, starting with the idea that all fans are the same. They are not. As such, many internal disagreement can exist within a fandom, while all maintaining the same admiration for the artist. It should be clear that fans are perhaps, aside from the artist themselves, the most critical of the output provided. People might find that contradictory, but I have found this to be true amongst many different groups of fans. It is similar to having a best friend that loves you unconditionally, but that will set you straight and call you out on your mistakes when you stumble. Fans are there to help the artist along, but that doesn’t mean they will not hesitate to analyze, criticize and educate their idol as well as their peers if they feel this is necessary. Such criticism stems from the expectations they have formed about said output products. Most fans will distinguish between music on the one hand, and image on the other hand. This is separate from the expectations and perception fans have from their idol’s personality. However, they will expect both music and image to reflect the personality of the artist – this is where the honesty comes into play.

For those who have been following One Direction’s career and musical development, the style of music chosen by Harry did not come as a surprise. In fact, while many reviewers seem to shy away from making the comparison, it seems that Harry’s music seems to progress most naturally out of the latest albums of One Direction. Songs like Walking in the Wind, If I Could Fly, or the slightly older Ready to Run and Where do Broken Hearts Go all reflect similar soft-rock vibes. It also fits the fans’ perception of what Harry’s personal taste in music is like, as he’s always hinted at big artists from the 70s and 80s as his big musical influences. His continuous rejection of explaining his lyricism is also consistent with the Harry fans have come to know and love over the years – he’s expressed many a times how much he values music as art. And art is interpreted by the person observing the artpiece, he likes that a song might give different people different perspectives, as long as it resonates, it’s enough.

This links back to image. In my view, many fans see Harry as fiercely protective of his private life. And with good reason, given how he had to grow up in the limelight – starting off on the X Factor, a reality show that is as much a storytelling drama series as it is a singing competition. However, this is also where there is a deep dissatisfaction amongst fans. Part of celebrity culture is providing the public with certain glimpses into your private life, and fans are quite ambivalent in their appreciation of this. On the one hand, fans want to see their idols be happy and have the opportunity to talk to them, or get to know them. On the other hand, fans recognize the flagrant violation of privacy in terms of stalkers, paparazzi and ‘inside sources’ speaking to the press.


In Harry’s case, this is where the dichotomy is most apparent. While he himself never speaks out about his private life or relationships, not even his friendships with other celebs such as Ed Sheeran, Alexa Chung or Nick Grimshaw; his private life has quite possibly been most speculated about and most prominent in tabloids out of all the One Direction members. Rolling Stone does an abysmal job at respecting the same mysteriousness they hail Harry for trying to uphold by filling in the blanks and pushing him to talk about relationships he’s chosen not to address in the past. Their leading title for their profile does not focus on the music, or him as a new solo artist, but rather on him ‘opening up about famous flings’. It is a common misconception that fans want to hear him say that he’s single, or want to know the ins and outs of who he beds. Rather, fans want to hear what makes Harry happy. They don’t want to marry him, they want to know if he’s hydrated and well loved by his family and friends – if he’s taken enough holidays and if there’s anything in particular he still wants to achieve or cross of his bucket list; that is if he has one. They want to hear him honour the fundamental friendships that underpin the appreciation and adoration fans carry for all One Direction members. They want to know what inspires him – not who. Does he order a cheeseburger at McDonald’s, or does he enjoy a Big Mac on cheat days? 


Similarly, many fans will find the sudden recognition by Rolling Stone and other acclaimed music reviewers to be bittersweet. While they will feel proud of Harry at seeing him succeed and get this approval, they also call it for what it is: a thinly-veiled rejection of One Direction and the Harry Styles prior to his solo debut. It is an honour to be hailed as the next David Bowie or Mick Jagger, but the line between inspiration and imitation is thin, which makes fans wary. What is more – the celebration of Harry’s apparent ‘new honesty and authenticity’ (again a rejection of his previous work) is rather awkward, when the reviews do not seem to provide Harry Styles with the room to be iconic as himself. They make sure to draw comparisons with a multitude of icons from the past, as if every choice he’s made has been infused with the mentality to emulate his predecessors. Fans want Harry to succeed by being true to who he is, and while his music gets recognition, it’s still not perceived as being something that is only fully Harry’s.Finally, it is important to not just address what fans expect from their idol, but also what they take away from them. In Rolling Stone, Harry Styles shared that what hurts him are fundamental issues that are lacking in today’s society – things like ‘equal rights, for everyone – all races, sexes, everything’. He’s a feminist, has been involved in the HeforShe campaign, and has expressed his support for LGBTQ+ as part of One Direction. He was frequently seen waving a rainbow flag in concerts, stated that ‘here at One Direction, we love love. Love is love,’ and has worn rainbow bracelets – most recently even a rainbow pin proudly fastened on his shirt. Moreover, he’s taken great care in answering questions about partners, favouring the word ‘spouse’ and always using gender-neutral pronouns. Harry is proud of the fact that he wears 26inch women’s skinny jeans, and continues to present himself as vulnerable in photoshoots, and to break gender norms by not shying away from the colour pink, silk and sheer, glitter boots, or wearing nailpolish. While some might not see the significance in this, these moves are incredibly powerful and can help people of all ages feel more accepted and comfortable with being who they are – it makes them feel normal and safe in a heteronormative world that is dominated by gender stereotypes. What is more, it reinforces their love and support for the artist, as they agree with their worldview – it’s a connection on a more fundamental level, that is not fueled by romantic love interest, or aesthetically pleasing faces and outfits.


Moreover, it inspires fans to change their views on society, and to extend the same charity and empathy as their idol does. In this respect, One Direction and its individual members have - unfortunately - been grossly underrated. Only recently did Steve Aoki note the incredibly power held by this fanbase in particular, calling the fans ‘an institution, like an army of bees’, recognizing how Louis Tomlinson’s fans were mainly responsible for his debut single’s smash success – creating and coordinating their own promotional campaigns, creating merchandise and posters, and requesting the song on radios. But this dedication does not limit itself to seeing their favourite artist succeed. Inspired by the great amount of charity work that One Direction has done itself, ranging from participating in Comic Relief and being patrons of numerous charities to Louis Tomlinson spending over 3 million pounds to organize a fundraiser in the form of a Princess Ball for ill children, the fans have bolstered this attitude to give to those in need and started charity drives in honour of the multiple members. The popular account 1DFansGive encourages fans to donate money to the charities that Harry and his peers are patrons of or have expressed their support for – with unparalleled, consistent success.


These positive aspects of the unique relationship between Harry Styles/1D and the fanbase are entirely lacking or even erased in media representation, which further fuels the dichotomy and love-hate relationship that fans have with media outlets. They stigmatize his fans as being teenage girls who fantasize about a relationship with him, and therefore are obsessed with his sex life – when this is frankly an insulting and gross overgeneralization. It is off-putting that fans are shamed for behavior they do not demonstrate, all the while the press engages in exactly that same behavior. It is not fans who force the idea of Harry Styles dating Taylor Swift or Kendall Jenner down anyone’s throats – it’s the press. It is not fans that prioritize his romantic relationships over his musical abilities and interests – it’s the press. On the other hand – it’s not the press that makes an artist successful, it’s the fans. And most importantly, it’s not the press that annually raises thousands of dollars inspired by an artist’s activism - it’s the fans. And the press doesn’t even report it; not even when they attempt fansplaining.

My advice? Don’t try something if the verb is derived from a harmful, toxic, divisive, humiliating and belittling behaviour that takes away someone’s voice and agency. Fansplaining is just as appreciated by fans as mansplaining is by women - not at all.

Normal Horoscope:

Aries: Make a hot chocolate, spend the day in your underwear. Most things can wait.

Taurus: No, screaming and running around in circles isnt terribly effective at solving problems but its cathartic dammit and thats the point.

Gemini: Did you know you can pretty much dance wherever you want? Most people are too uncomfortable to ask you to stop. Dance away you mad thing, dance.

Cancer: You cant unbreak an egg. You can try. But you will have a horrific creation of super glue and scotch tape and nobody wants that.

Leo: If you’re making curry, make sure to chop the veggies really fine grate them if you can, and let the curry reduce 50% longer than you think it needs too.

Virgo: If you ever cant relax, sit your ass down and find yourself a fuckin coloring book. 

Libra: There is time enough for that. There is time enough for rest too.

Scorpio: With good timing, curses can be reflected with baseball bats.

Ophiuchus: Everything has a darker nature.

Sagittarius: What most people call mistakes, great artists call style. You are your imperfections.

Capricorn: After enough time, one knows exactly how much cereal to pour into a particular bowl. Zen.

Aquarius: The twirling of the room is no danger to you. It means its time to sleep.

Pisces: Your heart should always have a couch for others to crash on. 

Day 1: Post 699: Canon Divergence

Naruto would often interrupt Sasuke’s journey to “see how the world looks” with a few drinks. (Because being drunk ninjas can’t hurt the cause.)

Alternate Ways to End Combat in an RPG

Hello, readers! At the moment, I’m super busy prepping a Lovecraft Legacies LARP event, but I didn’t want to fail to offer some DMing advice this week. So I grabbed an old article I wrote for the website GeeksDreamGirl.com. I wrote it with 4E in mind, but it’s lessons translate to any game. Enjoy!

Combat is an integral part of many RPGs. In some, it’s a necessary evil. In others, like D&D, it’s an exciting part of the game. Sometimes, the PCs are facing truly evil and villainous foes that need to be wiped from the face of your campaign world. Sometimes, however, you want to have a battle end in something other than a complete massacre of one side or another. What if the PCs are facing honorable foes who’ve been duped into fighting them? Or what if they’re facing foes who vastly out-number or out-power them? Is a slaughter the only answer? Obviously, the
answer can and should be no.

Here then are five ways to end a fight before the battlefield is drenched in the blood of one side or another. You can use these ways to keep a battle short, or to offer an alternative to simple one-
sided destruction.

A Fight to First Blood

If the PCs are facing honorable foes, or are fighting in a tournament, they may choose to fight to “first blood”, and I’m not referencing any cheesy 80s action films. In 4E D&D, this is an easy
concept: have the players and NPCs agree to fight until someone hits their Bloodied value, and use this as the threshold of when someone finally draws blood on the other.

This has a lot of basis in reality. Knights at tournament wanted to show their prowess at real battle, and first blood was a way to show one’s skill, but to avoid seriously injuring one’s foe. Likewise, a duel that was serious but didn’t need to be to the death would sometimes be fought to first blood. This served as a grim reminder to the wounded – I bloodied you once. Next time might be more fatal.

Holding Out Like a Hero

This is a particular favorite of mine. In it, the PCs aren’t necessarily planning on winning a fight, but only of surviving and holding off foes until a set goal is reached. This is particularly effective for when the king can get to safety if his loyal knights can last ten rounds of combat, or if a wizard needs them to hold until he gets six successes on Arcana checks. Combined with Skill Challenges, this can make for a memorable sequence. Skeletons will keep pouring out of the crypt until the cleric successfully re-consecrates it as a skill challenge of minor actions, or the room will keep filling with water that’s inhabited with shrieking eels until the rogue resets the trap mechanism. It’s up to the party to hold off the skeletons, eels, or what have you.

You can use this device to simulate a scene like Helm’s Deep. The PCs have to hold out a certain number of rounds until the reinforcements arrive. Especially in combination with an ever-increasing number of minions, this can give the proper feeling of literally holding off an army.

Cutting Off the Head

The orcish army feels unbeatable until their leader, Gruzhgarn, is slain. When the necromancer is killed, the undead crumble back to lifeless husks. The wolves will flee in dismay if their alpha is killed. If you make one or more of the enemies the linchpin holding the rest of the monsters together, then you can give the PCs a goal other than simply slaying every monster on the battlefield. Once the leader-type monster goes down, the rest will surrender, flee, return to their home plane, etc. I especially like the feeling of “kill the wizard and his minions will return to the Elemental Plane.” It’s something that makes a logical sort of story sense, and it gives an out to the players.

A variation on this is “this monster is invulnerable until condition X is met.” In my current campaign, a great example was Auntie Mengybone, whom I’ve mentioned in other columns. She was harnessing the life-force of a captive Arch Fey to constantly heal herself, making her effectively invulnerable. Several of the PCs with Controller-type powers kept her busy and away from the other PCs who were freeing the Arch Fey through a skill challenge. Once the Arch Fey was released, she immediately went into retreat mode, leaving her minions to fight the PCs. She didn’t escape, but, if she had, she would’ve likely become a recurring villain in the campaign.

Live to Fight Another Day

There’s an adage that most PCs would rather have their character killed than have them captured. I’m not sure what the psychology around this is, but I agree that it’s true. That doesn’t mean, however, that you have to have your monsters behave the same way.

I befuddled my players in my Eberron campaign by having the changeling villain they’d been fighting step back, go defensive, and offer to surrender, but only if the Lawful Good character
promised him mercy. The party was immediately suspicious, but they reluctantly agreed. This let me draw a fight that was already a foregone conclusion to a quick close and keep a valuable NPC
alive for a future sequence. And when the PCs found out later that he’d escaped the prisons of their patrons, they cursed his name – darned, tricksy changelings!

The other trick is to have monsters flee. They might be running for reinforcements, or they might be running for their lives, but sometimes monsters, especially intelligent ones, might choose to abandon a fight that they’re clearly losing. Earlier editions of D&D had complex Morale check systems to help a DM determine whether or not a monster would fight on or drop their weapons, but, nowadays, story is the arbiter of such a decision.

Stop. Just Stop.

I would never suggest that you should declare a fight against the PCs and tell them they’re all dead. But good news! Your monsters don’t have any ego beyond that which you invest in them.

If you’re down to two half-dead orcs, everything else is dead, and the PCs are still in excellent shape, you can call that fight. Sure, the orcs might do a little more damage, but is it really necessary to eke every hit point from the player characters that you can? I think not.

Some DMs, and some players, don’t like this approach. They want to know exactly who did what, who killed whom, and noodle the fight down to each hit point. That’s not my style of game play. If it’s getting late, and I have an important plot point to make before game ends, and this fight is slowing me down, I’ll sometimes call a fight once it’s clear how unlikely it is that the PCs will lose. “Well, the ogre has 15 hit points, and you’re all going to get to attack before he does. Unless you really want to know who kills the ogre specifically, let’s call it. Someone describe for me how the ogre dies.” My players were baffled the first time I did this, but they’ve
come to appreciate it.

In Closing

Not every fight has to be fought to the last HP. Sometimes, there are reasons why a fight should end early, and sometimes it’s just more convenient to move things along rather than dither down to the bitter end. Using this tool, you can make battles more about the story and excitement and less about drudging down to the last hit point.

kravitz is such a sweet and darling gay boy.. the first 2 times taako flirts with him he goes absolutely silent for a good 20 seconds or so (besides from some stuttering); he’s just so flustered and confused!!! why is this gorgeous elf boy flirting with him!!!! he doesn’t know what to do ‘cuz he’s just so darn overwhelmed

he probably didn’t even know if taako was being serious or not until he was invited by him to a place called the ‘chug n’ squeeze’ where everyone was on a date and taako was sat waiting expectantly for him

but even after that he doesn’t seem sure!! he doesn’t want to jump to any conclusions and make unwanted moves on taako!!! so he only lightly flirts w/ him (”i like your…renegade style there”) and tries his best to keep his cool when taako touches his hand. the only reason he felt uncomfortable early in the date was because he couldn’t figure out taako’s intentions !!

apparently not knowing was driving him crazy so he worked up the nerve and asked taako if it was a date, and literally as soon as taako told him he liked him, krav went into full ‘hopelessly smitten’ mode (”i’ve had a lovely evening″, “will i be seeing you again?” “(about taako dying) even so, we have ways of working around that.”/“if that’s the case, hopefully not too soon!”)

they’re just…so adorable, and so in love. kravitz wants to date this cute elf boy so dang bad, and i’m glad they’re together

“Ow, frick.” You muttered to yourself when you accidentally walked into the coat rack, reaching up to grab it quickly so that it wouldn’t fall over. 

You weren’t sure what time it was, but you knew for sure it was pretty late. You thought you’d be back around two hours ago, but those fruity drinks at the bar kept calling your name and you couldn’t help but stay for two (or four) more drinks with Y/F/N! You hadn’t hung out with her for a hot minute and you could honestly say it was one of the best nights you’d had in a while. So yeah, maybe you were a little tipsy, but at least you were able to make it back home safe! The only problem you faced now was Harry. Harry didn’t mind when you went to hang out with your friends. In fact, he encouraged it! (“I promise you I’ll log out of Netflix if you don’t get off your arse, love.”) He just didn’t like it when you came home in the wee hours of the morning. 

A plan was bubbling away in your mind as you made your way up the stairs as quietly as possible, thinking about how you could conduct yourself in a way where Harry wouldn’t wake up. He usually went to bed pretty early, plus he was a deep sleeper. Your plan was super, super simple. All you had to do was a) get into the room, b) go to the dresser in the dark, c) change into a clean shirt, d) go to the washroom to wash your face and brush your teeth, e)- You froze when one of the steps creaked under your foot before you took another cautious step up the stairs. The point was: Get changed, slip into bed, and don’t wake Harry up. 

“Get changed, slip into bed, don’t wake your boyfriend up.” You sang quietly, twisting the doorknob and opening the door slowly before poking your head in. This was exciting! It was like you were a spy on a secret mission. If you were a spy, you’d be the best spy. Scratch that, you’d be the bestest spy! 

“I’d be the bestest spy.” You trailed off, squinting your eyes as you tried to maneuver yourself in the dark. You perked up when you felt the handle of the dressers, pulling it open and rummaging through it for a shirt. “Move over, James Bond.” You giggled to yourself, wiggling out of your dress and nearly stumbling over your feet. “The name’s Bond. Y/N Bon-” You stopped when the room suddenly flooded with dim light, turning around to see a groggy Harry with his hand on the lamp switch. 

“Don’ remember hiring a stripper. I’m in a committed relationship, thank you very much.” Harry rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, lips tugging up in a lazy smirk at the sight of your half-naked state. 

“I won’t tell if you won’t tell.” You joked, padding over to Harry and flopping down on top of him, your legs on either side of his torso. 

“You said you were comin’ home three hours ago, you dolt. Didn’t pick up your phone when I called.” Harry hummed, hands gripping your hips lightly before he squeezed. 

“I know, I know.” You yawned, stretching your limbs and wincing when you felt a couple cracks.  “Ooh, wanna know something that happened tonight? Y/F/N was getting drinks for us and-” 

“Y/N, it’s three in the morning. Shh…” You squeaked when Harry patted your face and shut his eyes again. 

“I know, but- Woah!” You giggled when Harry shoved you off of him before rolling on top of you, pinning you down with a loose grip. 

“I think the bestest spy should be the bestest at keepin’ quiet, so why don’ we do tha’?” He hummed, reaching over and flicking the lights off. 

“Touché.” 

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hmslusitania  asked:

If you're not too terribly busy, the world could always use more Holsom fluff :)

Holsom fluff, my favorite! I combined this with a secondary request from @zombizombi for some ref!Holster, which I could not resist, because Holster+bitching speaks to my soul. Also, team dentist!Ransom, because it amused me. (Warning: mention of teeth.)

(Now also on AO3.)


Ransom landed in his seat barely five minutes before the game was supposed to start. Lardo, feet propped up against the glass, sketchbook against her knees, fingertips just peeking out of the sleeves of yet another sweatshirt stolen from Shitty, spared him a glance and a “You’re late” before going back to sketching warm-ups.

“I know, I know. Kid broke off two of her teeth on the playground, right up to the nerve, so I had to do some composites.”

She grimaced. “Ugh.”

“Why do you ask me these things when you know I’m going to talk to you about teeth? I’m a dentist, for fuck’s sake. And we’re here to watch hockey.”

“I’m in it for the butts.”

He grinned as he took in the player stretching on the ice in front of her and then her sketchbook. “Think Shits will like that one?”

“I call it ‘Spread,’” she said loftily.

He choked and was suddenly glad he hadn’t had time to stop by concessions on his way in. “So, uh, where is Shits tonight anyway?”

She waved a hand vaguely, barely missing whacking him in the face with the end of the sleeve. “Up in the office. They needed some documents looked over.”

He recognized that tone. “How long have you guys been here?”

Hours.”

“Couldn’t get anyone to strip for you?”

“Shut up.” Then she turned to him and smiled slowly.

Ransom was immediately alarmed. “Oh god. What?”

“There is some news you’ll want.”

“Yeah?” he asked cautiously.

“New ref.”

Ransom’s eyebrows went up. “And I’m interested in this… because why? I mean, is he supposed to be good or biased or something else?”

“Tall. He’s supposed to be very tall. You’ll see.”

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Cranston Household Part 1: Trini

 Over time all of the rangers spend a night, or a few nights, at the Cranston Household.

Trini was the first one. She, along with the others, showed up like normal for a Friday night movie and an ungodly amount of pizza. How the teens packed away 4 large pizzas and some dessert every Friday night, Candace doesn’t know, but she is happy that the pizza place loves Billy so she only pays for 2 each time. (He likes to fix things. So when an oven or dishwasher is broke, he is their first call.) This movie night was different though. About halfway through Candace could hear sobbing. Once she got to the basement she could see Trini sobbing into Kim’s arms as Jason stood next to Billy. Zach made his way over to her before quietly whispering.

 “Someone told her parents she was gay. They just called. Screaming and yelling over the phone. Trini hadn’t told them yet.”

All at once her motherly instincts kicked into overdrive. She took Kimberly’s place and allowed Trini to cry into her. After about 20 minutes Candace leaned in and spoke softly to Trini. 

“How about we move this upstairs? The couch is more comfortable, it doesn’t smell like grease, and clean soft blankets in the dryer.” With a small nod Trini moved to stand, but Jason picked her up bridal style. Candace didn’t know what to think. Surely the boy should be strong, he used to be the quarterback, but his was shocking. Upon seeing her reaction Jason began to ‘struggle’ to hold her before Zach realized what was happening and helped. 

They got Trini upstairs and settled on the couch. She leaned back into Candace and let the tears begin to flow again. It was 12:30 before Trini stopped crying. The young woman was asleep and finally looked at peace. The other 4 rangers stood around her. They lingered around before Candace spoke up.

“Go home. I’ll be here all night with her. I’ve got my shows recorded and bluetooth headphones. You all have my number, and I have yours. I’ll make sure she texts you guys know when she wakes up, but I have a feeling I won’t have to tell her.” Candace said, giving the pink ranger a knowing wink. 

As the pink ranger’s face turned her signature color, Jason made his way over to Trini. He put his hand on her head, giving her a firm pat, before exiting the door. Zach was behind Jason. He leaned in and spoke in a soft voice directly into her ear. Candace could easily hear it wasn’t english. Billy gave her a smile and a soft shoulder pat before retreating up the stairs to his room.

Kimberly was last in the room. She looked deeply at Trini. Her thoughts may not have been heard, but the overall mood towards the girl was clear. Kimberly gingerly  placed a soft, but meaningful, kiss on Trini’s forehead. She then whispered something into her ear before making a swift exit. 

Trini stayed the next night as well. Candace sat with her all night again. This time they talked. Trini opened up and told her things she couldn’t tell her own other. Trini continued to stay with the Cranston’s for 6 days, but without Candace downstairs. When she was ready, Candace drove Trini to her house and helped her talk with her own parents. The conversation was easy, but it was necessary. Once it was over Candace made it very clear that Trini was welcome over at anytime.

hugobahtt  asked:

I'm 4'10. How would the 104th and vets respond to me asking for a piggyback ride?

Mikasa: Walks on
Reiner: “Sure thing, tiny one!”
Bertholdt: Sweats nervously and pretends he didn’t hear you
Annie: judges you
Eren: “Yeah, why not! This is gonna be fun!”
Jean: “How old are you? twelve? Only kids do piggy back rides!”
Marco: “Oh, that reminds me of my little siblings! Jump on!”
Sasha: “Ahaha I’m sure it’s gonna be fun!”
Connie: “Good choice asking a strong soldier like me for that!”
Historia: “Sorry, I’m not a bottom”
Armin: “haha, I don’t think that’s a good idea…”
Ymir: “I can also carry you bridal style if you know what I mean ;)”
Levi: “No”
Hanji: “Yay!”
Erwin: “I don’t have time for this”
Nanaba: “uhm….”
Mike: piggy rides you to hell and back
Moblit: Pretends he didn’t hear you “oh, way that Hanji calling?”

There are soooooo many people out there who ask “Why do you like Loki so much? He’s a villain.” And while I don’t have the time to list everything, (because let’s be honest who does?) I am now writing down the points of why people need to love this dude. Also known as,


Why You Should Love The Psychotic But Still Hot Space Prince.
By Debbie.


Point Number One: His Eyes.


Now, I think we can all agree that girls are suckers for a guy with pretty eyes. I mean who doesn’t like looking at a guy with beautiful eyes? 


Its just in our nature. 


I mean, I could probably like Loki just because of his eyes.  Have you seen them?! Its like you’re just sitting there the whole time having a debate with yourself on what color they are. I’m pretty sure I’ve this conversation with myself like twice.


“Blue or green? Green our blue? Okay I think they’re blue.  No wait, they’re green. Yup. One hundred percent sure they’re green. Actually they’re blue. Okay I’m defs for sure that they are blue. Well…….maybe they’re grey? ”


Yeah. Its like the sweetest torture known to man. But also kind of a weird thing to do, but if you’re a fan girl, there’s weirder things you’ve done.


So, my conclusion for his eye color, (for now) is that they are a mixture of blue, green and sliver/grey. And honestly that is a very attractive color for eyes. At least to me. 


I know there are some people out there who prefer dark eyes, and that’s totally cool. But if you don’t think that Loki has beautiful, stunning, amazing, etc. eyes, then I will question whether you’re human or not.


Point Number Two: His Hair.


I love guys with dark hair. I don’t what it is, but there’s just something about dark haired guys that I love. And let me tell you, Loki has amazing dark hair.

Now, while its kind of long, and I prefer short haired guys, I still love his hair. (Especially in the first Thor movie. I mean whew! *fans self*)


The thing that I really want to do with his hair is run my hands through it. Oh my goodness I can only imagine how soft it would be. *shivers* And he has shiny hair too, so yeah, there’s that too.


And really, I just don’t know what else to say about it. I like the dude’s hair, its a really cool shade (?) of black and I really wanna run my hands through it.


Point Number Three: His Clothing Style.


LEATHER, GOLD ARMOR, A CAPE, AND MORE LEATHER!!! 


Needless to say, I like his clothing choice. 


We all know (I hope) that his signature colors are green, gold and black. And I love those colors together. So those colors on Loki does something to me. 


We’ve all seen in the Avengers and in Thor, though briefly, his ‘mortal’ style. 


A suit. 

……


I LOVE A GUY IN A SUIT. 


Seriously, its almost my religion.


Guys in suits are waaaaaaay more attractive than this stupid 'dope style’ or whatever its called. What even is that? 


Okay, so you have a hat on backwards, your pants are falling off and your shoes are horrifyingly red. 


That’s not appealing to me AT ALL.


Now, it would get annoying after a while to have your guy always wearing a suit, so I really would like to know how Loki would dress casually. 


Would he? Or would he just always be wearing a suit? 


Who knows?


But his clothing style definitely fits my criteria.


Point Number Four: He Is Literally Prince Charming.


I’m sure every girl when she was little, dreamed of having a Prince Charming come and marry her or something.


Well, Loki could charm the pants off anyone (they don’t call him 'Silver Tongue’ for nothing I’m sure *wink wink wiggle wiggle*), and he’s a Prince. Of a cool space kingdom.


Thus, I give you Prince Charming.


Now, as much as I hate to say it, Loki is a fictional character.

Yes I just committed the number one fangirl sin. But hear me out.

Even though he’s not real, I’m sure if he was and you were lucky enough to be his significant other, he would treat with the utmost respect.


There are SO many fanfictions out there where he treats his girlfriend or whatever like crap. 

I’m sorry but no.


Loki would be the most respectful partner in the world. Even surpassing Captain America. (Forgive me Steve for I have sinned.)

He would treat you like a freaking queen. Am I right? (Yes, yes I am)

Point Number Five: The Tragic Back Story.


 Lots of girls like a guy with a tragic back story or something like that. 


Well let me tell you that Loki is like the Prince of all tragicness.


I mean, his father is like the worst, he was always second to Thor and he found out that he is not in fact Asgardian, but an Andorian with Elsa’s powers.  (If you didn’t get the reference I will be upset with you.)


How sad is that? 


(Which I don’t know about you, but I would totally cry if I found out that I wasn’t Asgardian.*sniff sniff*)


Point Number Six: His Height.


As a member of the short girl club, I can tell that most of us love it when someone really tall hugs us. It feels super comforting and you always feel really safe.


Well, Loki is tall. And while I’ve never hugged him, I’ve hugged my brother, who is the same height as him,(Or rather the same height as Tom Hiddleston who plays Loki so…..) and let me tell you, he gives like the best hugs ever. (When he’s not squeezing the life out of you)


If you’re a tall girl and want a guy that isn’t shorter than you, then I give you Loki. I highly doubt that you’re gonna be taller than him. (Unless you’re 6" 3 which if you are, I’m so sorry.)

So that concludes my points on why people should love Loki as much as I do.

William Nylander - Nothing else matters

request: Could you please do a William Nylander one where you guys had a kid from when you guys were teenagers and the team didn’t know so when you show up for you kid to see Willy their shocked.
authors note: this is really long, but i hope that’s okay! i’m actually really happy with this one. i hope you enjoy it and thank you for your request!
word count: 4293

Making sure Victor had his belt all buckled up, you leaned back in your seat with a grin as you watched your four year old son starting intensely our of the airplane window. It was his first time on a long haul flight and along with sleeping, the one thing keeping him busy had been his amazement of seeing the clouds to up close. You couldn’t shake off the bundle of nerves as your captain announced through the speakers that you were about fifteen minutes from landing at Toronto Pearson International Airport.

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Secure 3

A/N:  As always, a thank you to my brilliant betas (who are also amazing writers in their own right.  Go read everything they’ve ever written!):  @little-black-dress-24, @emulateharry, @melissas173, and @niallandharrymakemestrong.  I appreciate you ladies so much!  (And George too!)

Catch up here. 

I swipe at my nose because it tickles, but there’s nothing there. Just ten more minutes of sleep, I think, as I attempt to turn over and snuggle deeper into my bed. Only to sit up straight, terrified at the realization that I’m not in my bed.

Harry is resting his chin on his arms, which are crossed on the back of the sofa where he’s squatting, as he laughs softly at my consternation at waking up in his house. “Get up, Suge! We’re going jogging!”

“Ugh,” I groan, “Can I at least brush my teeth first?” And then I realize I don’t have a toothbrush here.

But apparently just thinking it conjures one up, as Harry, with a goofy smirk, produces a wrapped toothbrush and sample sized toothpaste. Grabbing both, I launch myself from the sofa and make use of the loo, emerging in my wrinkled workout clothes with freshly brushed teeth. My hair is still in its braid from yesterday, so I pile the whole mess on my head and pin it up quickly. Together, we head across the street to Hampstead Heath. A light jog warms us up, and then we continue around the 3.6 mile path.

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Pads? // Zach Dempsey

Prompt: You’re on your period.

First ever imagine so please don’t hate, I hope you enjoyed it.

-

You are dying in bed of cramps. The pain is more than you’ve ever felt, you feel tears coming soon. The door opens and Zach walks into the room.

“Morning Y/N- what’s wrong baby?” You just groaned while your head was in your pillow and a pillow under your stomach.

“Are you on your period?” He quietly asks knowing how hostile/emotional cramps make you. You groan once more into your pillow. He crawls on your bed to kiss the back of your head. “I’ll be back.” Now you’d think that he’d be the type of boyfriend that would freak out over buying pads or tampons, but he wasn’t.

He went into the store picked up 3 different types of pads just because he didn’t want to bother you about which one you wanted, he got you a heating pad, and a shit ton of chocolates, candies, and snacks. He even rented out a few movies for you two. He dropped by little caesars to buy two boxes of stuffed crust pizza, he even stopped by the store to buy you flowers. 

The thing with Zach was, he was always so caring and thoughtful. His mom had raised him right. 

He came back and put everything on the living room table. “Y/N?” He called walking into your room.

“Mhm?” 

“I’m going to bring you into the living room, okay?” He carried you bridal style, making sure to move you as less as possible. He sat you on the couch and went into your room to grab your blanket. 

“Zach, you didn’t have to do all this,” you were so in love, he wasn’t perfect, but he was so close.

He smiled while handing you the heating pad, “Of course I did. You’re my girl, and I will take care of you forever.” He kissed you. “Now, what do you want to eat first? Oh and I’m playing A Walk to Remember, I have other movies for later.”

-

You were laying on his chest on the couch while watching the movie. You felt so much better, sure your cramps still hurt, but Zach was helping so much. You felt your forehead wet.

“Dempsey, are you crying?” You teased your beautiful boyfriend.

He sniffled, “What? No! You’re crying.” You chuckled at him. 

“I love you,” you smiled looking up at him and his red puffy eyes.

“I love you. You’re the Jamie to my Landon, wait never mind. Forget I said that please. You’re the Y/N to my Zach Dempsey,” He said kissing you once more. This boy was an angel, and there was no doubt in your mind that he was the one you wanted to stay with for the rest of your life.

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry for sending this but i just started reading HP in my old age and found it too funny to pass. GoF. chapter 15 - "Professor Snape was forcing them to research antidotes. They took this one seriously, as he had hinted that he might be poisoning one of them before Christmas to see if their antidote worked." Can we appreciate the beauty that is Severus? Goodness, when i thought he couldn't get any better!!!!

I love this line, not just because it’s hilarious, but because it’s a really clear moment of Snape’s classroom management style.  I’m sure everyone recalls a similar incident in Prisoner of Azkaban, when Snape says:

“Longbottom, at the end of this lesson we will feed a few drops of this potion to your toad and see what happens. Perhaps that will encourage you to do it properly.”

Snape explicitly tells Neville his intention, why he’s doing it, and - most importantly - keeps his word:

“Everyone gather ‘round,” said Snape, his black eyes glittering, “and watch what happens to Longbottom’s toad.“

Kids soon realise when a teacher makes idle threats.  It works once or twice, but then you realise that you can call their bluff, and they lose their authority.

Snape doesn’t do this - and this is a very cunning way of controlling his class.  He maintains that element of unpredictability; they all know that they wouldn’t really come to any harm - but nobody really wants to be the person poisoned, and who then discovers that their potion was brewed imperfectly because they hadn’t researched it correctly.

I know that many people will find his method of teaching distasteful, but there are two really interesting things about this, to me.

Firstly, we are told that the student workload has increased substantially:

All the fourth years had noticed a definite increase in the amount of work they were required to do this term.

Snape is competing against the other teachers and their set homework.  We’ve discussed before his high OWL standards, and McGonagall explicitly discusses how close their OWLs are in this very section of text.

So, if Snape wants to maintain a high pass rate, then he needs the kids to do the work he sets - and if it comes down to a toss up between his essay and Divination, he needs to motivate the kids to choose his.  (We later see this happen when Harry debates skiving Divination to write his Potions essay; he would never dare do the opposite.)

And secondly, Snape’s method is canonically and explicitly shown to work.

"They took this one seriously.”

Gone (Part 2)

Read Part 1 here :)

This part is majorly inspired by From The Dining Table

The phone rang a few times before the other line picked up.

“Bloody hell … Harry? It’s six o’clock in the morning,” Gemma groaned, he’d obviously woken her up, “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Is it Mum?”

His heart felt like lead in his chest, “Sorry for wakin’ yeh, I just …”

“You what, Harry?”

“Can I come see you?”

He felt her tone change through the phone, even though they were miles apart, “You know that answer, you’re always welcome over ‘ere,” she consoled him, “What’s wrong?”

Tears stung in his eyes again, suddenly being hit with the reality of the situation.

“It’s too much to speak of over the phone,” his voice cracked, “I’ll be up in a few hours.”

“Alright, I’ll be here,” Gemma sounded worried, “Please be safe, Harry.”

“Will do,” Harry said with a sigh, and hung up the phone.

His head was still pounding from his poor decisions the night before, and he couldn’t stop mulling over their conversation. Part of him hated leaving her in such a rush and with so much bitterness – he knew her better than anyone else. He knew how to comfort her when she was scared or miserable, he knew how she liked to be held, he knew what he could do to try and help her back up onto her feet. But now, she was alone. Did she deserve it?

… That is what Harry was battling with. She’d gone behind his back. She was the one who had brought it upon herself. She made the choice to do something like this. It made him feel like she should be hurting, like she should be guilty, because he certainly wasn’t the one responsible.

Or was he?

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Yes - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 4)

Originally posted by pinkharold

Part 3

*Word Count 5,135

That next morning you woke up in bed alone. You groaned wrapping the sheets around you because you were freezing. All of a sudden you heard shouting and looked over at Harry pacing out on the balcony. He was on the phone with someone and you’ve never seen him so angry. 

Yes, over the years you two have had your fair share of arguments where you both had gotten angry, but he never got that upset. 

“I don’t fucking care! I’m not going to use my girlfriend as a way to sell albums! I don’t give a shit if it helps my name get out there and publicity. I already told you that I wanted my music to do the talking! Not who I’m dating or seen with! And to go behind my back like that and invade my privacy! I can’t believe that someone from my own fucking team did it,” he screamed. 

You sighed wanting to go out there and calm him down, but all of a sudden you felt a lurch in your stomach and quickly ran into the bathroom. After get sick a few times, you sat against the wall and wiped your mouth. You sighed tilting your head back and closing your eyes. 

When the sick feeling subsided, you reached into your bag to find some medicine. You had some anti-nausea medicine for when you traveled and would get motion sickness, but when you looked through your bag it was when you noticed something that you knew the medicine would no longer help. 

You had an entire supply of feminine products that you had yet to use. You quickly did the math in your head and realized that you should have had your period by now.  

No. No. No. No. No. You mumbled to yourself as you went back into the room and grabbed your phone. You had an app on your phone and it would tell you when you were supposed to be having your period. When you clicked on it, you saw that you were more than a few days late, but what freaked you out, even more, was that the week you were in New York was also the week that was highlighted as a “Best Chance of Getting Pregnant” week. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. 

For the second time that morning, you found yourself running to the bathroom. 

**

“Jeff, I don’t care. You better find out who arranged it and when you do, they’re fired,” he said before hanging up. 

He was beyond pissed at this point and knew he needed to calm down. He decided to head to the gym. He went back into the room and saw you walking out of the bathroom. 

“Hey, is everything okay?” He asked. 

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “I’m just… uh… not feeling well.” 

“Do you have a fever?” He asked. 

“I don’t think so,” you sighed sitting on the bed. 

“Do you want to run to the store and get you some things?” He asked. 

“No, I’m just going to get some rest,” you said. 

“Do you mind if I go to the gym for an hour or do you need me here?” He asked. 

“Oh, no I’ll be fine,” you said. “How’d the phone call go?” 

He sighed grabbing his gym clothes from his bag and changing. “Not well,” he said. “Jeff didn’t know anything, but then he had the audacity to say that even though it wasn’t ideal, it helps to get my name out there.” 

“Wow,” you said. 

“I know, I told him I didn’t care and want to know who sold me out because the second I do, they’re fired,” he said. 

You nodded laying back on the bed. 

“Are you sure you don’t need anything?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you said. 

He looked at you suspiciously but just gave you a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll have my phone if you need anything,” he said.

“Okay,” you said. 

He grabs his gym bag and walked out of the room. Once you were sure he was gone, you grabbed your phone and called Manny. 

“What?” He groaned into the phone when he answered it. 

“I-I need you to do me a favor,” you said. 

“This early in the morning?” He groaned. 

“It’s not that early,” you sighed. “And this is serious.” 

“Okay, what it is?” He asked. 

You sighed. “I-I need you to go to the drugstore and buy a pregnancy test.” 

“Why would I need to get- HOLY SHIT ARE YOU PREGNANT!” He screamed. 

“No! I mean I don’t fucking know,” you sighed. “Which is why I need you to get the test and we both know that I can’t exactly go and buy it without the chance of someone seeing.” 

“Does Harry know?” He asked. 

“No, he doesn’t. He’s at the gym right now, so you should have time to run there and bring it back and you can’t tell him or mention it to him,” you said quickly. 

“You’re going to have to tell him, you know,” he said. 

“He doesn’t have to know anything unless I’m pregnant,” you said. 

He sighed, “Okay, I’ll be there in ten.” 

You hung up the phone and laid back. You didn’t know what you were going to do. 

**

Manny arrived with the test in hand a few minutes later. You let him in and he sat on the bed. 

“So, you’re going to take it without Harry knowing about it?” He asked. 

“Yes, I don’t want to freak him out when it could be nothing to freak out about,” you said. 

“I still think you should at least tell him that you two had a scare,” he said. “But I thought you were on Birth Control anyway.” 

“I am,” you sighed. “But sometimes if you don’t take it at the exact time every day it might not be as effective…” 

“But you still use other forms of protection right?” He asked. 

“We didn’t in New York,” you mumbled. “I mean we didn’t exactly plan on hooking up, so we didn’t have other means of protection handy.” 

“Do you want me to stay while you take it?” He asked. 

“Please,” you whispered. 

He nodded and you grabbed the bag and go into the bathroom. You opened up the test and read the directions. After you took the test, you set the timer on your phone and sat next to Manny on the bed. You both were silent until the timer went off. 

You felt sick again, but you knew it was from the nerves. You looked down at the test and saw the word “PREGNANT” written across the little screen. You immediately broke down in tears and Manny wrapped his arms around you. 

He rubbed your back and let you cry onto his shoulder. 

“What am I going to do?” You cried. 

“I don’t know, but you need to talk to Harry about it,” he whispered. 

You shook your head. “I can’t… I mean not right now. He’s going through so much and I-” You cried. 

“Y/N, you need to tell him. You don’t have to go through this alone. I mean it is his baby right?” He asked. 

“Of course it is,” you sighed. 

“Then you need to tell him,” he whispered. 

“He should be back from the gym soon,” you mumbled. 

“Do you want me to leave?” He asked. 

“No, but you probably should,” you whispered. 

He nodded and gave you a hug before walking out the door. You were freaking out and you didn’t know what you were going to do. You sat on the bed with your knees to your chest. You hid the pregnancy test under the pillow when you heard the door open. 

Harry walked in and threw his bag on the ground. “Hey baby, feeling better?” He asked leaning into kiss you. 

You turned your head away and he looked at you confused. “What’s wrong?” He asked. 

“I think you should leave,” you whispered. 

“Wait, what?” He asked. 

“I think you should leave. I think you should pack your things and move on,” you sniffled. 

“Y/N, baby, what are you talking about?” He said. “You’re scaring me.” 

“You just need to go,” you said pushing him away. “Just go!” 

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” he said grabbing your hands as you hit them against his chest. 

“Everything is wrong! Everything is ruined,” you cried. “I’m just going to hold you back, so just go!” 

“Baby, I think we should call a doctor,” he said. “What’s going on?” 

“I’m not sick,” you sniffled. 

“Then what’s wrong, please tell me,” he whispered taking your face into his hands and making you look at him. 

“You’re going to hate me,” you whispered. “You’re going to leave me.” 

“No, I’m not. I love you, I’m not leaving you again,” he whispered. “Just please tell me what’s wrong.” 

“I-I’m” you whispered. “I’m pregnant.” 

All color drained from his face and his hands dropped to his sides. “W-What?” He asked. 

You got the test from underneath the pillow and showed it to him. He took it in his hands and saw that it was positive. “But we’ve been safe…” he whispered. “And you’re on the pill.” 

“The pill is only 100% effective if you take it at the exact same time each day and when I’m traveling… with time zones and everything, it throws me off. So, I guess when we were in New York… the pill wasn’t as safe…” you sniffled. 

“You knew?” He said. “I told you that we shouldn’t have because I didn’t have any protection, but you said that we were fine.” 

“Because I thought we were! Damn it we only did it a couple of times and I figured that being on the pill, in general, was better than nothing! Do you think I wanted this right now? Do you think I purposely got pregnant?” You said. 

“No! I don’t, but I just.. this can’t be fucking happening right now,” he said running his hands through his hair. 

“See this is why you should just leave,” you sniffled. 

Harry turned around and looked over at you. “Do you honestly think I’m would just leave?” He whispered. “That I would just leave you to raise this baby or leave you alone while you dealt with this?” 

You shook your head. He walked over to you and wrapped you in his arms. “When I said I’m never leaving you and that I was going to be with you forever, I meant it,” he whispered. 

“But you don’t have time to worry about a baby,” you sniffled. “Your album is coming out in a few weeks, then you have your movie in the summer and touring later on in the year. You’d be in the middle of a tour when the baby would be born.” 

“Is this the most opportune time for us? Hell no,” he sighed. “But that doesn’t mean I’m just going to abandon you,” he sniffled. 

“What are we going to do?” You whispered laying your head against his chest. 

“Well, we should probably consider our options first and then go from there,” he whispered. 

“I want to have the baby,” you whispered. “I don’t know how we’re going to fucking have a baby, but I could never personally go through the other options.” 

“Hey, we’ll figure it out,” he said. “But before we do anything, you should see a doctor. I want to make sure everything is okay with you.” 

“I’ll call my doctor and see if she recommends anyone in the next city,” you sniffled. 

“But baby, it’s going to be okay. We’re going to get through this,” he said. 

“What if we can’t?” You cried. “What if this pulls us apart?” 

“We won’t let that happen,” he said taking your head in his hands again. “We love each other and this baby… our baby was made by and with that love. It won’t break us.” 

You looked at him and couldn’t help, but break down in tears once again. 

**

Over the next few days, things were a little bit different between you and Harry. It wasn’t anything bad, but you could tell that you both were nervous and scared about the pregnancy and the doctor’s appointment. 

The only people who knew about you being pregnant was you and Harry and the Manny. Harry was a little upset that you hadn’t confided in him that morning when you took the test, but he understood your decision in involving Manny. 

You were waiting in the doctor’s office right now and the doctor arranged for you to come before they opened so that none of the other patients might recognize you and Harry. 

Harry held your hand the entire time. “I know this might sound a bit old fashioned, but I kinda always thought I would be in this position after I was married,” he said. 

“Me too,” you sighed. “And I didn’t expect this to happen until I was much closer to thirty.” 

Harry kissed your head and the doctor called you back. They ran a few tests and then gave you an exam before coming back with the results. 

“Okay, Y/N, Harry,” she said. “We have the test results from both your urine and blood tests and they both confirm that you’re pregnant.” 

Tears filled your eyes and Harry took your hand. 

“How far along?” You whispered. 

“A few weeks,” she said. “We go by the date that you start ovulating not when you conceived.” 

You nodded. 

“And just so you know, you do have more than one option,” she stated. 

“We know, but we’ve decided to keep the baby,” you said quietly. 

“Okay, we’ll send these results to your primary doctor and I suggest that you make an appointment with them asap, so you can get your prenatal care started. We can give you some vitamins to start taking, but as far as other care, it’s better for your doctor to assess that,” she said. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. 

“I’ll let you get dressed and be back with the information,” she said. 

You nodded. 

After she left, Harry looked over at you. “Well, looks like Niall is the last one of the group,” he laughed. 

You looked at him confused. “To have a kid? Louis, then Liam, now me,” he said. 

“Oh! Right,” you laughed. “He’s gonna feel the pressure now.” 

You stand up from the table and reach for your shirt when Harry put his hand on your belly. “I can’t believe that our baby is growing inside of there,” he whispered. 

“I know. I’m a whirlwind of emotions right now,” you laughed. “I’m absolutely terrified, but I’m also happy.” 

“I know exactly what you mean,” he whispered. “I keep thinking this is not the best time and I’m scared as hell about it, but I’m having a baby with the love my life,” he smiled. “I’m gonna be a daddy.” 

“Yeah, you are,” you smiled putting your hand over his. 

He leaned down to kiss you and then the nurse came back in. She handed you a packet of information and some vitamin samples to get you started. After you leave, you two head to a nearby Starbucks to grab some breakfast. 

“So, I guess our next step in this whole process would be to tell everyone,” he said. “I mean not everyone, but our families for sure.” 

“Yeah, but I think it would be best to maybe wait a bit,” you said. “I just want to see my own doctor and make sure everything is still going well.”

He nodded. “Will it be after tour?” 

You nodded taking a sip of your green tea. “Luckily I only have a few weeks left,” you said. 

“And then we’ll go from there,” he said taking your hand. “I’ll only be with you for another week and then I’ll be going back to London for a few things and then New York and LA. I’ll be doing quite a bit of traveling once the album is released, so I don’t know how we’ll be able to be together during that time.” 

“I can join you. I’ll be back in LA by the time that you’re there and then I can go to the doctor while I’m back and we can try and figure out when to tell our family,” you said. 

“I just don’t want you to travel any more than you after too because you’ve already been traveling so much and now that… you know… you’ll be traveling for a few more weeks and I want you to be able to take it easy,” he said. 

“And I will. I promise,” you smiled. “And hopefully we can take that nice, romantic vacation together that you promised.” 

“As long as you’re still feeling up to it,” he smiled. 

“I plan on it,” you laughed. 

After a quick bite to eat, the two of you head back to the hotel. You looked through the little pamphlets and information packets that the nurse gave you. 

“Anything interesting?”  He asked jumping on the bed beside you. 

“Yes and no,” you said. “Apparently our baby is only about this big,” you said making an itty bitty circle with your hand. “And it’s going to go from that to like baby sized, which means I’m gonna get fat,” you groaned. “I mean I know I’m not exactly super duper skinny right now, but I’m not like really really big either,” you mumbled. “But I will be.” 

“You’ll be pregnant, not fat and even if you were, I’d still love you,” he said grabbing some of the papers from you and reading them. 

“But would you still find me attractive?” You said. 

“Of course I would,” he said. 

“So, when I look like I’m carrying a 20-pound watermelon under my shirt, you’re still gonna be like all over me and wanting to fuck?” You asked looking at him. 

He looked at you and laughed. 

“What? That’s not funny!” You whined. “I’m being serious.” 

“I know, but I just I wasn’t expecting you to word it like that,” he laughed. “But yes, you could look like you’re carrying a 50+ pound watermelon under your shirt and I would still wanna fuck you every chance I had.” 

“What about stretch marks? Cause there’s gonna be tons of those,” you said. 

“Even then,” he said. 

“What about the aftermath of being pregnant? Like I’m not gonna look the same as I do now,” you said. 

“Baby, you don’t have to worry about me ever not being attracted to you and finding you sexy,” he said. 

“You say that now when I still look like this, but that could change when I start showing,” you said. 

“Actually, I think I’m going to find you even more attractive because I’ll look at you and see our little bundle of love growing inside of you,” he smiled. 

“You’re so fucking cheesy,” you laughed. 

“It’s all those Rom-Coms,” he joked. 

You laughed shaking your head as you laid back on the bed and Harry joined you. 

“This isn’t a mistake right?” You whispered looking over at him. “I mean we’re both still really young and we have our careers going for us. Not to mention that we just got back together.” 

“It’s not a mistake,” he whispered. “Would I change things if I could? Maybe, at least maybe until we were a bit older, but I can’t change it and I don’t want to change it. I’m happy, I really am. At first, I was scared and upset because it wasn’t planned, obviously, but now I couldn’t be more happy and excited.” 

You smiled. “That makes me happy to hear that. I was so scared to tell you that day when I found out,” you whispered. 

He sighed looking over at you. “Baby, I wish you didn’t feel that way.” 

“I know, but I was just afraid of how you would react,” you sighed sadly. “I thought maybe you’d be upset and think that I and this baby would ruin your life.” 

“Y/N, no,” he whispered pulling you on top of him. “You could never ruin my life and a baby couldn’t either.” 

You smiled a bit laying your head down on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back. “We’re having a baby,” you whispered. 

“I know,” he smiled widely. “We’re going to have a baby just in time for Christmas.” 

“Wow, yeah, we will,” you said. “How do you think our family is going to take it?” 

“I’d hope they’d be happy for us,” he said. 

“Me too, but both your Mom and your sister were apprehensive about us getting back together in the first place, do you really think they’d be happy that we’re having a baby together,” you sighed.

“If they know that I’m happy and that I want this, they’re gonna be thrilled,” he said. 

“And you do want this right?” You asked. 

“Yeah, I do,” he smiled. “And you want this right?” 

“Of course,” you smiled. “Do you want a boy or a girl?” 

“I just want a healthy baby,” he smiled. “I want both my babies to be healthy.” 

You giggled sitting up and lifting your shirt up a bit. Harry smiled and put his hand on your belly for the second time that day. “Hi, baby,” he whispered. “It’s your daddy.” 

You smiled looking down at him. 

“And I love you so much,” he smiled. “And I love your Mummy, so make sure you’re good to her. We don’t want her feeling bad, okay?” 

“I don’t think they can hear you,” you giggled. 

“You don’t know that,” he said. 

“Actually I do,” you laughed. “The baby is only a teeny tiny speck.” 

“That’s so rude! Our baby isn’t a speck,” he laughed. 

“Technically it is,” you laughed. 

Harry rolled his eyes and pulled you back down onto his stomach. You laughed looking up at him. “What was that about?” You asked. 

“Nothing, nothing,” he smirked. “Just wanna cuddle is all.” 

“You and your cuddling,” you joked. 

“Hey! If I remember correctly it was my cuddling that made you fall for me,” he smirked. 

“Just because I literally fell on you and you wrapped your arms around me and had a quick drunken chat doesn’t exactly qualify as cuddling,” you said poking his nose. 

He laughed. “Maybe not, but after that specific moment we did cuddle.” 

“Only because you’re a handsy drunk,” you laughed. “We were talking and you couldn’t keep your hands off me. Ed was laughing his ass off because he thought you were going to regret your actions in the morning.” 

“Well, it seemed to work,” he smirked. “Because now you can’t keep your hands off me.” 

“Oh, whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “Anyway, I want some frozen yogurt.” 

He groaned. “But I don’t want to get up.” 

“Then don’t, I’ll just go all by myself,” you pouted. 

“Ugh, fine,” he said sitting up. “I’ll go, but then we come back and cuddle.” 

“Maybe,” you said grabbing your purse. 

“Y/N,” he whined with a stomp of his foot. 

“What?” You smirked. 

“You’re so mean,” he said wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he walked behind you. “All I wanna do is cuddle with my girlfriend, but noooo you want to frozen yogurt.” 

“Oh my goodness, we’ll come back,” you laughed. “The place is right next door.” 

“We could get it to go,” he said. 

“Sure,” you laughed. 

While the two of you were at the frozen yogurt shop, you could see cameras outside and some fans standing across the street. You bit your lip and sighed. 

“What’s wrong?” Harry asks pouring his flavor of choice into the cup. 

“Seeing the paps outside and the fans has me thinking…” you sighed. “What are we going to do once I start to show? I don’t want to make this huge annoucement or have everyone know about it. Not until we’re ready.” 

“I agree. It’s no one else’s business but ours, our family, and close friends,” he said adding some fruit. “But we’ll figure something out to protect you and the little one.” 

“Speaking of figuring out, did you ever find out who sold you out?” You asked adding some fruit and cookie bits to yours. 

“No, I honestly think Jeff knows, but he won’t tell me,” he sighed. 

“That’s not like him,” you said. “But I mean, do you think it was him though?” 

“That did cross my mind, but I wouldn’t see him doing that,” he said. 

“Maybe he thought it would be okay since you’ve sort of done in it in the past,” you said putting your cup on the weighing station. 

The cashier adds up the totals and Harry pays before handing you yours. You quickly take a bite and he gets his change before putting it all in the tip jar and grabbing his. 

“There’s a huge difference between those “relationships” and ours,” he said taking a bite. “Those were arranged strickly for publictiy. I mean sure, I got on with them, but there wasn’t any feelings there.” 

“Good to know,” you mumbled as you walked back to the hotel. 

“Baby, you know you’re the only one that’s ever had my heart,” he smirked. 

You laughed sneaking a spoonful of his yogurt. 

“Hey! That’s mine,” he groaned. 

“Hey, I’m eating for two now,” you whispered. 

“I still can’t believe it,” he said shaking his head. 

“Me either, but it’s happening,” you said. 

He smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder again. “Now, back to the conversation, maybe he did and maybe he did it with good intentions but the paps took it too far,” he sighed. “But either way, I would be really disappointed because he could have at least told me.” 

“Yeah,” you nodded. 

**

When you got back up to the hotel, you decided to change into something more comfortable. Before you put your shirt on, however, you looked at yourself in the mirror. 

“It’s crazy to think that there’s something in there,” you whispered looking down at your stomach. 

“Yeah and to think it was all because we fucked,” Harry said with a big mouthful of yogurt. 

You picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at him. 

“Oi! What was that for?” He laughed. 

“You make it sound like we just hooked up and out comes a baby,” you said. 

“I was joking,” he laughed. 

You bit your lip again and then looked over at him. “You know how you said eariler at the doctor’s that you had always thought you would be married before you had kids?” You asked. 

“Yeah,” he said. 

“When you thought of that, did you ever- did you ever hope that it would be with me?” You whispered. 

“That I would have the babies with you and that we’d be married?” He asked. 

You nodded. 

“Come here,” he said opening his arms. 

You walked over and sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and you leaned against his chest. 

“When I was younger, I’d always hoped that I would meet the girl of my dreams and fall in love, get married, and have babies,” he laughed. “I thought that was what people did you know? I mean that’s what they do in the movies and in love songs.” 

“But then, my life changed and I was traveling and girls were throwing themselves at me and people were trying to use me and I started wondering if I’d ever find that person for me. I knew I was still young and that I wasn’t even thinking about marriage or kids then, but it didn’t mean that I didn’t want someone to love.” he whispered. 

“Then you came to Ed’s party and I had always been a huge fan of you and thought you were so hot, but once we started talking, even though we were both shitfaced,” he laughed. “I felt something with you that I never felt with anyone. I remember when Ed told me how I was that night with you, I was so embarrased and thought I fucked up any chance I had to ask you out, but somehow I didn’t and we went out for breakfast one morning.” 

“And that first year we were together, I kept picturing a future with you. I pictured us going on holidays to celebrate our anniversaries. I thought about going to a ring shop one day and picking out the best ring for you and planning this huge romantic propsal. And you walking down the aisle and us getting married and spending our lives together and everything that goes along with that,” he smiled. 

“However, things got in the way and we broke up. I was devestated because not only did I lose you, but I lost the future that I pictured us having,” he whispered. “And each time we tried getting back together, my hope grew back, only to be let down again.” 

“And now?” You asked. “What do you feel now?” 

“I feel like… no I know that one day we’ll get married and that this baby is just the first of many,” he smiled putting his hand on your belly. 

“Oh really?” You giggled. “You’re just so sure that I’m gonna carry more than one baby.” 

He laughed. “Well not anytime soon, but one day.” 

You shook your head with a laugh and put your head on his shoulder and your face in his neck. “I’m scared, Harry,” you whispered after a bit. 

“I know baby, I am too, but we have each other,” he whispered. “And we’re going to get through this together.” 

“What if I’m a horrible mother?” You sniffled. “Or what if this is my last tour and my career is over.” 

“You’re not going to be a horrible mother. You’re going to be the best damn mother ever and our baby is going to love you so much,” he smiled. “And there are plenty of female artists who are Mums and still kill it on stage and have a career.” 

“But can I do that?” You whispered. 

“If anyone can do it, it’s you baby,” he smiled. “You’re too fucking talented and amazing not to.” 

You smiled a bit. “I love you,” you whispered. “You can always make me feel better.” 

“I love you too and that’s my job, baby,” he smiled kissing your head. 

“Now, I believe you wanted to cuddle,” you giggled. 

He smirked laying you both back on the bed. You smiled cuddling up to him as much as you could. Both of you were scared of what was happening, but you had each other and that was all that mattered. 


**I feel like this part was all over the place and doesn’t make sense… Sorry! I hope you like it anyway!