settling into london



I just finished A Conjuring of Light (by VE Schwab) so I have many, many feels, and just as many headcanons. Those are:

- Kell buys her a big hat “because you’re a pirate now” 
- Lila like freaking people out with it because if she keeps it down it covers her eye, but then AIR MAGIC AND POOF 
- Kell calls Lila her full name when mad at her. Lila doesn’t act as if it bothers her, but Kell likes to think it does.
- When they settle down in Red London they buy a tavern (they still travel a lot of course) and Lila now likes to has a bad habit of scaring their customers. On purpose. 


Sketchbook: Regents Park pond sightings. So many tiny ones!


You’d met your group of friends on your frequent trips to the London area while deciding to move there. It just so happened that your group of friends entwined with the one and only Harry Styles. Having moved in a little over six months ago, you were just getting settled into the London life and were fairly new to the group. That being said, this would be your first one on one encounter with Harry. You took a deep breath before knocking on the doer a few times.

A minute or so went by with no response, so you knocked again and pulled out your phone, checking your messages. He said that he was home and it was okay for you to come over. You heard movement on the other side of the door, finally, and a couple seconds later it was opened to reveal Harry clad in nothing but a pair of joggers. You gave him a once over, eyes lingering on his well developed torso a little longer than necessary, before looking at him directly and giving him small smile. He gave you a short lived side hug as you shuffled into his flat. “Hey,” you said awkwardly standing in the middle of the room not quite sure where to sit down.

“Hello,” he greeted back, drawing out the he last syllable. You were still not so discreetly checking him out which caused him to look down seeing that he was bare from the waist up and blush. He looked absolutely adorable with his cheeks tinged with pink. “I’ll just grab a shirt. You can sit wherever you like and yeah I’ll be right back.” You nodded, sitting on the black leather couch, then started looking around.

His home was so nice. It was contemporary but cozy. The newer feel it had to it was balanced out by all his pictures and knick knacks. You unconsciously raised from your seat in favour of perusing the pictures of him along with his family, friends, and idols, his extensive award collection, and my god you really had no idea that a grown man could own so many candles. When Harry returned, he caught you staring at a photograph of him, his mum, and his sister with a small smile. He cleared his throat to get your attention, nearly causing you to drop the frame. You felt heat flooding to your cheeks as you set it back down and turned toward Harry who now had on a plain black t-shirt.  He gestured toward his couch for you to take a seat, alongside him. “It’s a lovely place you have here, Harry. I must say, I’m quite impressed.”

“Thank you. Now, not that I don’t mind you stopping by because I don’t, you’re a very nice person. You’re just- we’ve never hung out one on one before.”

“Yeah,” you said drawing out the word, “I’m not going to lie. I was nervous as Huckleberry  Finn coming over.”

“Huckleberry Finn?”

“I’m trying to lay off cursing. Used to have a sailor’s mouth. I offended the fish sticks out of this one lady when I was with my mum this one  time. I got in so much trouble.” He laughed. That meant phase one was working out so far. You had to establish a line of trust with him. Open up a bit so he could do the same with you. Phase two was to find a common ground or something to talk about in order to have the conversation. The final phase, phase three, was to actually do it. Not actually do it. Well, if he wanted to do it, you wouldn’t be completely opposed to it. But, seducing Harry was not on the itinerary for this mission.

“So, how are you?” he asked. Your eyebrows raised up, not fully comprehending what he had said because you got lost in his dimples and smile whilst he was laughing.

“Oh! Me? I’m fine. How are you, though? That’s kind of the reason I came to talk to you,” you answered smiling sheepishly. You noticed his smile falter slightly.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you haven’t been, like, around.” He cocked his head to the side slightly. “I didn’t really notice. Not saying that your presence isn’t notable because it totally is. Like you light up a room, but I just assumed that with your occupation that you’d be gone more often but apparently you’ve been MIA even for you, so, like, what’s up? Of course you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but I’m here and willing to listen,” you ended your rambling.

“They sent you to do this?” he asked trying to figure you out.

“Well, not necessarily, but kind of, like, they thought it’d be a good opportunity to bond and what not, and they were concerned which made me concerned. So, yeah. Kind of, but not really.” You really need to stop rambling. You make yourself sound like a fool.

“You referred to me being in One Direction as an occupation…”

You furrowed your eyebrows, not sure what he was getting at. “That’s what it is, innit?” You’re involved with it like 25/8 and you get paid to do it, so yeah a job?“

His lips quirked up into a small smile before he looked up at you and his face settled into a more somber expression. "Honest, I’ve just not been in the mood to be around a lot of people. Or anyone at all, really.”

You furrowed your eyebrows together once more. “Why’s that?”

“I- I was seeing this girl, yeah? And, now I’m not.”

You nodded in understanding. “Agh… I’m sorry, love.” There was silence for a few moments before you spoke up again. “Is that all?”

You knew that break ups could be tough but he was Harry Styles. He (from what you’d been told and seen) didn’t let people get to him this much. Something else-something deeper-had to be going on that he wasn’t saying. He looked like he was having a battle within himself, so you pressed just that little bit more.  “Harry…?” You mentally fist pumped as he sighed heavily, seemingly ready to reveal his true emotions.

“She just- it wasn’t mutual, ya know?”

“Most breakups aren’t,” you noted.

He nodded thoughtfully but continued on. “And, like, she ended it with me. Honestly, I should’ve never let it get that far. Like, when we first started seeing each other we were both aware that we were just looking to have fun. I made that clear. She agreed to it and I agreed to it, and we were both happy with that for a bit. But then, I went and caught feelings for her like a proper idiot.” He let out a bitter laugh. “Then, she ended it with me. Said she didn’t just wanna have fun anymore. And, I was so ready to give that to her, but you know what she did?” At some point during his rant, he had gotten up and was now pacing back and forth. As he posed the question, though, he turned to face you. You honestly didn’t expect him to let it all out, but you’re glad he is, you suppose. With that in mind, you shook your head signalling that no, you didn’t know what she did. “She laughed. Right in my face. Told me to get serious because the whole thing was fun, yeah? But, she couldn’t actually see herself with me.” Harry turned around to look at you once more, however, this time with tears in his eyes. You stood from your place on the sofa and moved toward him, placing a hand on his shoulder before deciding to just run it up and down his back.

“You don’t have to keep going, really, love. It’s okay.” Still he continued on.

“She really was just having fun. Using me like an old chew toy. There I was-here I am-half in love and it turns out she never gave a damn about me at all.” That’s when the flood gates really opened.  He was full on sobbing, clutching onto you for dear life.

You were glad that he was so caught up in his broken heart, though. That way he wasn’t able to see you looking like a deer caught in headlights. No more than thirty minute ago were you just a mutual friend of the guy. Now here you are holding him while he poured his heart out to you.

About fifteen minutes later, when Harry pulled himself together a bit (all that was left of him we’re frequent sniffles and a few stray hiccups) you found yourself back on the couch with his head laid in your lap, while you played with his hair.

A few more minutes went by before Harry popped up in a panic, seemingly snapping out of whatever daze he was caught up in. You looked at him curiously waiting for him to say something. Again, something snapped him back to reality and he slumped back against the couch. “’M sorry,” he murmured, “I got your shirt all wet. I can get you another if you’d like.”

“Oh, pish posh, Harry. It’s just water. It’ll dry. Forget about my shirt. Are you feeling a bit better now?”

“A bit, yeah. I didn’t realize how much I needed to let that out, until it was out.” You nodded thoughtfully and he leaned into you as he was before.

“You know… you could get any girl you want right?” He huffed.

“’S not what I want, though. Like, well, I want her, but she won’t have me, ya know? And, this isn’t even the first time. It always ends up like this. I just don’t understand why I can’t be enough. I try so hard-so hard-but I’m just not enough for any of them and that is what kills me everyday.”

You pursed your lips. You couldn’t quite comprehend how a person so perfect could turn to mush and be so insecure about such, in your opinion, a horrible girl. “But… you seem so confident?”

“Well, I’m not. Not always,” he stated, poking out his bottom lip.

With that, you turned towards him and boldly grabbed his face. “Harry, darling, you have to be enough for yourself.”

“But-” he began. You weren’t having any of that, though.

“No buts. You have to be enough for yourself because that’s all you’ll ever have: yourself. You are only ever guaranteed yourself. People come and people go. Some say they’ll stay but they leave. A lot of people leave in your life, so at the end of the day all you have is yourself and that has to be good enough. And, if someone doesn’t accept you for who you are and everything that you represent, that is their fault. I may not have known you for as long as the rest of the lot, Harry, but I know that you are a wonderful person that has absolutely no reason at all to doubt yourself.” He nodded solemnly, accepting your words and pulled you back into him.

Both of you held on to each other for dear life (him more so than you but you felt it rude not to reciprocate his actions). You were certain he could hear the hard thump, thump, thump, of your heart in your chest. The moment was oddly intimate in a way that shouldn’t be normal for people who were only just friends. “Sometimes, I just wonder if there’s really someone out there for me.”

“Honey, you have the world at your feet and your entire life to live.” Your words did little to soothe him and you even noticed a stray tear slipping down his cheek and wiped it away. “Hey, hey, now. None of that. You know someday someone is going to be so soft and so gentle with your heart. You’re gonna be so glad you kept it open, and your gonna wonder why you ever thought about quieting it down. So, don’t stress about it right now. Besides, they say that by this time in life you’ve probably already met the person you’re going to marry. Stop searching so hard.”

Something seemed to click in his mind after you finished. He pulled back to stare at you with a weird look in his eye that you couldn’t quite place. “I’ve already met the person I’m gonna marry, yeah?” he asked cheekily, a stark contrast to the teary eyed man you were faced with moments prior.

You cocked your head to the side slightly. “I mean, it’s a theory, yeah.” You hadn’t a clue as to what he was hinting at until he lightly pecked your cheek.

“I like the sound of that.”

anonymous asked:

I know harry is a little busy bee and will be for a long long time but where do you think he'll live when he settles down and has children? I feel like it might be LA (boo👎🏻) but how cute would it be if he settled down and raised his kids near his hometown??

I don’t think it’ll be LA. I have a strong feeling that he’ll settle down in London, if not Cheshire. Considering how private and down-to-earth he is, I would imagine he would want his kids to be raised the same way. Also, I don’t see Anne or Gemma ever moving out of the UK, and I think he’ll want both of them to be incredibly involved in the lives of his children.

I was once listening to an interview on NPR with Jeff Daniels, who despite starring in movies over the years, continued to live in Michigan and raised his kids here (I say “here” because I live in Michigan), only flying to shooting locations when need be. He said, “My wife and I don’t know how to raise kids in Los Angeles. We know how to raise kids in Michigan, so that’s where we decided to have our family.”

I think Harry will have the same mentality, really. He won’t want his kids to grow up in LA. He’ll want his kids to have the childhood he had, with humble beginnings surrounded by family.

Rare still images of Yoko Ono in 1965 exploitation film, Satan’s Bed, directed by Michael Findlay.

At the time of filming, Yoko had just settled into London after running away from her emotionally abusive second husband Tony Cox, and had finally grown to love her young daughter Kyoko after trouble with coping with motherhood (due to her strained relationship with her own mother) and also what could have been PPD.
Period of Adjustment - Chapter 2 - Zephyrfox - James Bond (Craig movies) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: James Bond (Craig movies), GoldenEye (1995), Legends (2014), Sherlock (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James Bond/Q, James Bond/Alec Trevelyan, James Bond/Q/Alec Trevelyan
Characters: Aiden Odum, Alec Trevelyan, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Mention of James Bond/Q, Mention of James Bond/Alec Trevelyan (past), Mention of James Bond/Alec Trevelyan/Q, Mention of Sebastian Moran, Kidfic, Friendship, Growing Up, moments in time, Crossover, AU, Bullies
Series: Part 11 of Real Legend

When Aiden Odum left LA with his dad, he left behind his friend, Jake. Now that he is feeling settled in London, Aiden decides to send Jake a series of emails to update his friend on what’s going on in his life.

Chapter 2, Christmas Panic Part 1: Aiden sends his friend Jake an email about Christmas while his dad is taking a nap. But when his dad wakes up, it isn’t his dad. Luckily, Aiden manages to phone for help, and James Bond races to the rescue with Q.

This is Aiden’s version of the events of Christmas Panic while he was in the flat waiting for James and Q come and help with his father.


His dad looked around, puzzled, and then focused on him with eyes that looked hard and cold. His dad asked him something in a language he didn’t know, sounding sharp and angry.

He shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re saying, Dad. Should I call —” He broke off as his dad got up and walked toward him, still sounding demanding and angry in that other language. It was familiar but not. It wasn’t Arabic, like the terrorists that had kidnapped him and his mom back in LA. It was like something on TV; Russian, maybe?

He skipped back, suddenly scared when his dad lunged angrily at him. Then he sidestepped another attempt to grab him and dove for the couch, sliding behind it. His heart pounded as he gasped for breath. His dad was standing right next to the couch.

“Miss Bingley’s letter arrived, and put an end to doubt. The very first sentence conveyed the assurance of their being all settled in London for the winter, and concluded with her brother’s regret at not having had time to pay his respects to his friends in Hertfordshire before he left the country.

Hope was over, entirely over.”

~Pride and Prejudice, Chapter XXIV

Claude Monet Painting by the Edge of a Wood, John Singer Sargent, 1885.

Sargent first met Monet in 1876, but the two artists were closest ten years later. It was probably in 1885 that they painted together at Giverny, near Paris. Sargent admired the way that Monet worked out of doors, and imitated some of his subjects and methods in sketches such as this. It is characteristic of Sargent to give a human view of Monet’s practice and of the patience of his wife, who sits behind him. When he settled in London in 1885 Sargent was initially viewed as avant-garde, but came to be the greatest society portraitist of his day.

A Young Beauty. Abbey Altson (British, 1866-1949). Oil on canvas.

Altson settled in London becoming a successful painter of portraits and genre pictures. He is best remembered today for his exercises in late classical painting, taking his lead from Lord Leighton, Alma-Tadema, Waterhouse and Godward.