storm is the best

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i could dream all night by fondleeds 

As the sun kisses the horizon, one last flash of light before the stars and the moon take over, his phone will brighten in his grasp, Louis’ name appearing on screen, come over or wanna see you or miss your mouth. Harry always lingers on those messages, elbows bruising on the cool metal of the railing by the lookout, watching the water as he thumbs at the side of his phone, lips bitten into his mouth, trying to will away the bubbling in his stomach, the heat that flushes to his neck at the thought of being thought of.

At the thought of Louis thinking of him.

-AU. Harry spends his summer away from the city.

perfect storm by cherrystreet

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

- got the sunshine on my shoulders by hattalove

five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn’t have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.

now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he’s rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he’s forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who’s spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.

(or, an au based on the movie sweet home alabama.)

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Wholesome Elorcan
  • Lorcan: Elide, I smell blood. Are you bleeding?
  • Elide: Uhh, I'm on my period.
  • Lorcan: Oh. *sniffs again*
  • Lorcan: Have you been eating enough? You're iron-deficient.
  • Lorcan: *cooks dinner for Elide* *cuts up strips of linen for her monthly cycle* *makes sure she's comfortable*
  • Elide: Lorcan, why are you doing all of this for me?
  • Lorcan: ...
  • Lorcan: Because we're friends?
Storm Magic
  • When the skies darken, you can sometimes feel the air inhale; you too take in a deep breath and share the energy trapped in your lungs
  • All is still, waiting, knowing not what the sky will leave in it’s wake
  • Thunder rumbles in the distance, greeting you as an old friend
  • There is a soft sound of rain, growing stronger, faster. Hitting the rooftops, pattering upon the leaves, its’ fall has a lyrical cadence
  • Wind whistles past, quick to greet you and quicker yet to dance away into unknowns
  • At night you look up, watching as the sky comes alight above you. Perhaps angry, or joyful, or proud: the clouds lack nothing of passion
  • Windows open, a breeze flows past with lingering touches of petrichor, roses, magic
  • Softness spreads. Birdsong rings out, gentle at first yet stonger each second, greeting the coming change of time
  • The air exhales
  • You have held your breath for so long. The magic passes with the storm, but it’s power lingers
  • Like rain unto earth, it soaked into your pores and flows through your bloodstream
  • Feel the clouds break. Let the sun warm your skin
  • Breathe in
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Octavia Blake’s speech in The 100 04x10 “Die All, Die Merrily”

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harrison osterfield as johnny storm 🔥

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