sally land

Secret Love

Harry Styles - 2795 words (Requested)

I listened to Little Mix’s Secret Love Song and I really wanted to incorporate it in this one shot.. So why the fuck not.

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Our gazes cross one another from across the red carpet, a small smile making its way onto my lips but vanishes instantly when I receive none in return, Harry turning his head without a second glance, grinning at the blonde woman who sticks a microphone underneath his nose. I feel Sally squeeze my elbow as if to tell me she’s sorry for me, but she doesn’t know how much it stings, although I know we have to be this way. We should already be glad we received an invitation of the release party of ‘Made in the A.M.’, although I really do believe it is because of Sally and her friendship with Niall. And I truly believe that because of Sally and Niall, One Direction asked us to sing a song on their party, along with lots of other new up and coming bands that resided in London at the moment.

“Tonight you’ll be with him.” Sally whispers in my ear and I want to visibly cringe at her words, although I know I shouldn’t, so I put on my best fake smile for the cameras in front of me and pose with my three other bandmates, smiling and laughing at the little jokes the journalists make. I answer a few questions about how much we enjoy being in London, and being here, invited by one of the biggest bands to exist in this era, as well as some personal questions about stuff they had seen me do around London. I only like to walk around and explore, it’s not like I actually do exciting things that would be nice for the paparazzi’s paycheck. They just make up exciting things and the only thing I had done was pet a dog that ran towards me that one time. But if they want to help our careers by speaking good of me, let them be.

“I wish you a lovely night Y/n. Wonderful dress you’re wearing.” I nod my head and thank the woman from some gossip channel, my arm linking with Sally’s to pull her away from the cameras and into the venue unnoticed. “I can’t do this.” I murmur as soon as we are out of sight, my fingers almost crushing her frail hand as I try to let all my anger and sorrow out through the squeezing.
“Auw, let go Y/n. I understand this sucks but you were the one that didn’t want your relationship plastered all over the media. Plus, you’ll see him at his flat tonight.”

“And now I want it plastered.” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest and Sally raises her eyebrows in an amused manner, a deep, realizing sigh leaving my lips as I uncross my arms again, letting them drop next to my body. “No, I don’t want that.” Sally nods her head as both her hands rub over the exposed flesh of my upper arms, my hands rubbing together nervously.
“I just want to shout it from the rooftops so I can smile at and kiss him whenever the fuck I want.” I breathe as I rest my flat hand against my forehead, closing my eyes briefly as I try to drum out all of the loud chatter around me, the music already blasting inside.

“Are you alright?” Lena walks around the corner and flies towards us when she spots both Sally and I, her arm draped around my shoulder, Anne following Lena suit after. I shrug my shoulders. I knew it would be like this, the only thing Harry and I could exchange in public were praises of each other’s work, or the simple conversation you would have to have to thank the host for inviting you to their release party. “I knew, but it still stings.”

“I’m sure it hurts Harry too, Y/n.” Anne smiles sympathetically my way, all three girls engulfing me in a tight hug, an immediate smiles making its way onto my lips. “I am very lucky to have you as my mates. Let’s just enjoy the evening, mingling.” I curl my arm around Sally’s again, hoping she’d stay close to my side so I would actually enjoy myself tonight.

The venue is packed with people, most of them famous in one way or another, others family members of the boys or close friends. I recognize some of the people here, but nowhere nearly all. “What time did they want us to perform?” I whisper to Sally as she takes two glasses of champagne from the waiter, myself smiling at the man gratefully as I grasp one of the glasses and take an immediate sip. “In an hour. We have half an hour to mingle now. Anyone you want to see?”

“No one I’m allowed to speak to..” I trail off, my eyes catching Harry talking to a beautiful brunette, the glass still resting against my lips, fingers clenching the stem of the glass as I see him laugh at something she had said. “Jealousy doesn’t match your dress.” Sally chuckles as she turns us around, searching for someone to talk to so I’d stop staring at my boyfriend from afar.
“Every color goes with black, Sal.” I roll my eyes as she pulls me towards Niall who is speaking to Liam, both of them laughing at something Niall had said.

“Niall! Liam! Lovely to see you.” Sally greets both males and I just smile, giving the appropriate kisses on the cheeks of both boys before I step back again. “Thank you for this opportunity, boys.” I state. I am truly grateful that they want us, who are far from worldly famous like 1D, and are helping us to obtain more fans across the globe. “We should be thanking you.” Liam states seriously, and I immediately furrow my eyebrows as I stare at him. Niall and Sally are laughing besides me, Niall always tells the most disgusting jokes which are to die for.

“Why would you have to thank me? I haven’t done anything.” I set my empty glass on the platter of a waiter passing by, declining when he offers me another one. “You changed Harry, so that’s why I’m thanking you.” Liam smiles sweetly, almost as if he expects me to get it sooner or later what he is talking about. I nod my head, squeezing his biceps before Lena and Anne appear behind us, reminding us we have to preform soon. “You’ll have to excuse us.” Sally grins guiltily and Niall nods his head. “Of course, of course. Go kill it up there.”

“That won’t be a problem, Y/n’s writing goes through marrow and bone. The best song she’s ever written.” Sally praises me and I can feel that awkward smile on my lips as I scratch my neck.
“All great songs come from the heart.” Liam nods his head as if he knows how I feel. Sometimes I don’t get Liam. He is always so vague when he speaks to me, but I’m sure he knows way more than he lets on. That’s kind of why I like him so much.

We get the proper introductions from some guy I know by face, but you’ll have to kill me to get his name out of me. We thank him sweetly, taking our places on stage as the lights dim and the music starts. The first spot lands on Sally, since she starts the song and her eyes close as she focuses on the words that she knows mean the world to me.
When you hold me in the street, and you kiss me on the dancefloor

For a split second I am petrified as my spot flicks on, the bright light blinding me from the room but with an unnoticeable shake of my head I raise the microphone to my lips and for the rest of the song, it’s my heart that’s singing and not my brain.

I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t it be like that?
‘Cause I’m yours

We keep behind closed doors
Every time I see you, I die a little more
Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls
It’ll never be enough

My eyes are closed during most of the performance, only opening when I know I have to walk around on the stage towards my band mates, Sally granting me with a nod when we near the end and our voices chime together through the large venue like a perfect harmony.

Why can’t I say that I’m in love?
I wanna shout it from the rooftops
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t we be like that? Cause I’m yours

Sally takes a step back and leaves me to end the song, my voice cracking as I sing the last sentences.

Why can’t we be like that?
Wish we could be like that

Applause fills the venue and I grin at my friends, Lena winking at me as we make our way off stage. “The most emotional and best performance we have ever given, kudos to us!” Anne weaves her arms around Lena’s and my neck, hauling both of us into her chest as we gibber like teenagers.
“I could use an ice cold cocktail right now.” Sally sing-songs, and we all cheer at her words as we walk across the room to the bar. I’m stopped in my tracks by James Corben, who is almost dancing on his spot while he grins at me, which draws a genuine smile from my lips as well.

“Hi Y/n. James Corben, such a pleasure to meet you. I’m a huge fan!” James steps completely in front of me, stealing me away from the girls and I nod my head, telling them to go ahead and I’ll catch up with them later. “Oh no, my pleasure! I am addicted to your carpool karaoke.” I giggle, a hand in front of my mouth as James’ eyes twinkle at my compliment.

“You are even sweeter than I imagined. And that voice of yours..” James pretends to fan his face and I snort, my eyes widening as I cover my mouth with both hands before James and I both fall into a fit of chuckles. James takes two glasses of champagne off of a waiter that’s passing by, handing me one and I nod my head as a silent thank you. My eyes wander over to Harry again and I think he caught me staring, because James clicks his tongue against his mouth. “Sadly he’s taken.”

“Oh, is he?” I ask as I keep my gaze on Harry for a second longer before redirecting myself back to the conversation I was having.
““Apparently Harry has a new mysterious girlfriend. She makes him very happy.” He states with a lazy smile, clinking his glass with mine and I try to appear surprised, as if I hear this news for the first time in my life. “Oh really?” I take a sip off of the glass of champagne, eyes glued to James face as he grins brightly. “Harry was so lonely, like there was no life left in him.”

I furrow my eyebrows, I never heard anything about Harry being lonely. Was he still lonely?
“That seems, somber. Why is that?” James’ hand lands on my curve of my back, steering me away from the middle of the room to one of the tables provided at the side so we could sit down for a minute. I was eternally grateful because my feet are killing me right now.
“Everything he does appears in the media. Before he can even start a proper relationship, paparazzi ruin it or link him to another woman, ending the relationship before it started.” James shakes his head in a dismissive manner and my heart aches for Harry, I would never understand how that must feel.

“That sounds horrific. I feel sorry for him.” I frown, setting my glass down as I cross my legs over one another, resting my hands on my knee. James smiles again, pursing his lips, taking a sip before he speaks again. “That’s the point. Since he met this new girl, he’s full of life again, energetic, just overall happy. I’m one hundred percent sure he isn’t lonely anymore, which is marvelous. It’s just sad he has to keep it hidden.” Did Liam mean this when he thanked me earlier in the evening? Did he know about Harry being lonely as well?
“I’m sure there’s a very good reason he doesn’t want the girl to meet his more famous mates, no?” I question, feeling rather weird about talking about myself to someone who Harry considers a close friend.

“Your song reminds me of him. Those stolen moments when the curtains drop, as you sing, will never be enough. It kills him that he can’t share his love with his fans or friends, just because of his status.” James shakes his head again and I don’t know if he notices, but he makes my heart ache more and more for Harry with every word that leaves his lips. “I know how he feels then.” I chuckle dryly, everyone in the room knew from the announcement of the song that I had written it with help from Sally.

“I’m sure an amazing woman like you has to bat the men away from her.” James laughs heartily as his hand rests on my wrist, giving it a tiny squeeze before he grasps his drink again. I laugh along with him, squeezing my eyes shut and shaking my head at his words. Our laughter is cut short though when a certain person makes an appearance, his hand landing on James’ back as his eyes flicker to me for a split second. “It seems really fun here. Hi James.” Harry nods his head towards James and he slaps Harry’s chest lightly, bidding his hello towards my secret boyfriend.

“Harry, you have to meet Y/n. Not only the voice of an angel, but even more charming than you are.” James winks at me and my eyes widen as the blush creeps onto my cheeks. We never talked about what we would do if we would supposedly be introduced to one another. Do I pretend? Or can I say we’ve met before? “So you’re trying to steal my James away from me huh?” Harry grins and winks at me when James doesn’t notice, a bright smile etching its way onto my lips as we keep each other’s gaze.

“Well, I would never let my James litter around like this.” I motion to the man we’re talking about and James gasps, Harry raising his hand to his chest as he feigns mock hurt.
“Then I guess I’ll have to admit defeat.” Harry bows down for me and I laugh, hand covering my mouth at his cheekiness while I shake my head. James stands to his feet, winking once more in my direction. “Harry, I have to go talk to Cassandra. Haven’t seen her in ages. I’ll see you later.” He pats Harry on the back and waves towards me before blowing a kiss in my direction.

I raise to stand on my feet as well, dusting my floor length dress off before I stand to full height, still a head shorter than Harry. “Thank you for giving us that opportunity.”
“We have to talk about that song tonight Y/n. I have a few questions.” Harry furrows his eyebrows and I raise my hand to rub over my elbow, trying to avoid his gaze but it’s no use. I’ll always be drawn to those intense green eyes.
“Go have fun, I’ll see you tonight, right?” Harry questions as I grasp my glass which I discarded on the table again. I nod my head and give him the tiniest of smiles, behind him Sally waving and giving me a thumbs up, a grin breaking out from her stupid behaviour.

“Yeah, of course. I’m gonna go to Sally.” I nod my head and am about to pass his when his large hand cups my upper arm, stopping me right beside him to he can whisper into my ear.
“I’m yours.” A shiver runs up my spine at the words, as if confirming what I had sang earlier goes for him as well. I smile, every fiber in my body screaming to kiss him but I refrain, I wouldn’t want anyone to know it after trying my best for the past four months to keep it hidden.
“You already know how I feel, H.” I wink at him and he lets go of me, a bright smile on his lips, dimples popping as I slowly walk over to my friends who are staring at me with the most stupid grins on their faces.

Lots of love,
L. xox

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The most difficult shot was opening a door because of the filmmakers’ dedication to be as true to shooting like live-action as possible, one Nightmare Before Christmas shot proved especially challenging. When Jack discovers the part of the forest with pathways to other holiday worlds, he looks longingly at the Christmas tree door. A close-up of its shiny golden knob reflects this mournful skeleton as well as the trees behind him as he advances to open it. Getting the reflection just right took a great deal of time, care, and attention.

ok someone literally put me in a trash can where i belong but

since mortal!au apollo is canon now

apollo meeting sally jackson 

  • Apollo landing in New York City really disoriented because he’s not used to life without his powers 
  • He’s walking around the city angrily, cursing Zeus and shouting at the sky 
  • Everyone gives him strange looks like what. is happening. who is he
  • But Apollo doesn’t pay attention he’s just circling around the same few blocks 
  • Eventually he just sits down on a bench and cries
  • Most of the passerby don’t pay him much attention, except for one 
  • she’s too much of a mom not to notice when a teenage boy is crying on a bench by himself
  • so she sits down next to him for a few minutes without saying anything and he doesn’t notice her
  • eventually she puts her hand on his shoulder
  • “are you okay, honey?”
  • apollo looks up angrily, wondering why this woman is referring to him like this; he’s not used to being talked down to 
  • but then he remembers that he’s just a teenager now
  •  he wipes his eyes, clenches his fists and just shakes his head 
  • “what’s wrong?”
  • Apollo needs a cover, and fast. 
  • “I, um… got kicked out of my home.”
  • “Oh no, that’s terrible! What happened?” 
  • “I made my dad angry.” 
  • “Do you need a place to stay?”
  • He starts shaking his head, but then he realizes he has nowhere else to go 
  • “If it isn’t too much trouble…”
  • “Not a problem! My son Percy won’t be home for a while anyway,” she replies cheerily, but with a hint of sadness in her eyes 
  • wait, Percy? Apollo thinks. “I forgot to ask,” he says, “what’s your name?”
  • “Oh! I probably should have mentioned it before you agreed to stay in my house!” She laughs. “Sally Jackson,” she says, holding out her hand for him to shake. 
  • Apollo looks at her hand, and then back up at her, eyes wide. “Sally Jackson!” he cries, “My uncle talks about you all the time!” 
  • “What are you talking about?” she asks, alarmed. 
  • Apollo takes her still outstretched hand and shakes it. “My name’s Apollo,” he tells her, and her jaw drops. “Let me explain.” 

anonymous asked:

Do you have any Skater Percy head canons? Thanks xx

basically just important facets of skater Percy that I day dream about too much a lot 

  • vans 
  • rotating between backwards snapbacks and beanies
  • constantly trying to decide if the new scar is from a monster or that trick he’s been trying to land 
  • Sally always yelling at him to wear a helmet 
  • Fallout Boy blasting in his headphones as he rides his skateboard to school 
  • trying to show off in front of Annabeth and eating shit- she lays next to him on the sidewalk and assures him it still looked cool 

anonymous asked:

If this has been asked before, I'm sorry, but - what would you say are the biggest cloches in the magical girl genre? Could you please give some examples?

Well if we define a “cloche” as a bell not just a trope but a tired and overused trope, then my picks for the biggest cloches of the genre would be:

  1. Clark Kenting — when a character’s MG form looks the same as her civilian, and no one notices. I understand that it makes less work for the character designers, and in a show with a lot of MG characters, it can makes things look less cluttered. It’s still stupid.
  2. Heroines wearing PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK! End pink’s tyrannical stranglehold on girls’ media! An especially weird cloche because none of the four pioneers of Magical-Girl-land (Sally, Akko, Cutey Honey, and Sailor Moon) wore pink.
  3. The dumbass heroine: The girl who has no smarts, talents, skills, or redeeming qualities except for her pure and loving heart. Let’s put her in charge of saving the world! This cloche is especially grating because it’s meant to be self-insert wish fulfillment for the shojo viewership, much like Bella Swan in Twilol. This character type also shows up a lot in moe, but annoys me less because it’s providing simple wank fodder instead of directly insulting the audience.
  4. Collect all the things. This one only annoys me when it’s used lazily. A MacGuffin hunt can work if the hunt has a deep personal meaning for the heroine (Princess Tutu) or if the MacGuffins have a practical use (Cardcaptor Sakura, Heartcatch Precure) or if the method used to acquire them raises interesting ethical dilemmas (Sugar Sugar Rune, PMMM), but a lot of shows seem to use it purely because they can’t think of any other way to drive the plot.