the noise filter is my friend

Advice for New Voice Actors: A Guide from Codot

I’ve been getting quite a few messages asking for advice in the Voice Acting field, so I’ve written a bit of a guide! I hope it’s helpful.

First off, I would have never considered myself to be an expert on something like this, but then I realised I’ve been doing it for about twenty years now, so I guess I have SOME advice I can pass along.


PLOSIVES ARE YOUR ENEMY (AND SIBILANCE IS NOT YOUR FRIEND)!

Nothing pulls a listener out of the world you’re trying to create like those pesky pops in your recordings (Tuhs, Kuhs, and Puhs), or those sharp “Ssssss” noises that slice through the mic. Luckily, they’re fairly easy to prevent. BUT HOW?!? I’M TELLING YOU HOW! SIT DOWN! The best advice? Get yourself a pop filter. They’re relatively cheap and very effective (however, if you are BROKE AF like I was when I started recording, get an embroidery hoop and some dollar-store panty hose and you are SET. No joke – that was my first pop filter. I held it between me and the mic and it WORKED). Now sometimes a filter isn’t enough – if you’re really yelling it out, a filter will not save you. In these cases, you wanna make sure you know where your plosives are, and tilt your head accordingly. You only have to move a few degrees to avoid it – just put your hand in front of your mouth when you rehearse and you can feel where your air is coming from. Just don’t do the whole performance pointed away from the mic – it will hollow your sound out.


FRIENDS, ROMANS, COUNTRYMEN! LEND ME YOUR GEAR!

You do NOT need top of the line gear to sound good; your performance is what makes or breaks you. That said, you can’t use a headset microphone and expect studio quality. For the best quality (without breaking the bank), I recommend microphones from the Blue line – Snowballs and Yetis specifically. They’re both designed for podcasting, plug DIRECTLY into your computer, and sound incredible! I still use my Yeti every once in a while – it’s a great piece of tech!

WARNING: These microphones, although amazing, rest on your table. That means you will have to pay attention to a few things – not touching the table while recording, not moving around in your chair while recording, and (most importantly) watching your computer placement! If you’re using a laptop, it will undoubtedly be sitting beside your mic and your mic will HATE IT. You may not hear the fan on your computer, but your microphone will. Vibrations will ruin your recordings, BUT there’s a solution! Well, two actually: You can fold a towel up, place it on the table, stack a few books on top of the towel and sit your mic on top of that, OR you can move your computer to another surface. It really depends on your space set up. Just make sure you have a USB long enough to reach the mic to the computer and you’re set.

Now, there’s the issue of reverb in your chosen room of recording. Almost every room will have an echo in it, and you will pick it up. You can prevent this a few different ways - you can spend hundreds on soundproof foam (took me a while to save up for that, totes worth it), you can record inside a closet (brilliant idea, enclosed, clothes absorb echo), or you can drape a blanket over you and your mic (gets warm fast, but it works!). Whichever way you choose, you will notice a boost in quality - the less ambient noise you have going on behind you, the better. All ambient noise in my recordings is put in AFTER I’ve finished editing my clips. It’s the same for any production - if you rely on your actual background noise for ambience, you will not be able to edit yourself properly as the cuts become too noticeable, ESPECIALLY if you’re recording a dialogue.

A quick note about SOFTWARE: I always use Adobe Audition – I enjoy the look and feel of it, and have never really used anything different. However, it’s not free! If you want a great, FREE program for audio recording, I wholly recommend Audacity! It’s a brilliant, powerful, and free program that will give you great results!


TIME FOR THE MAIN EVENT!

There has always been one thing I love about Voice Acting over Acting – No one has to LOOK AT ME. I’m not insulting myself here, I’m just saying sometimes you have to make some STUPID faces to get a voice you want. Voice Acting is incredibly freeing in this regard – you can be ANYONE or ANYTHING, and that is very exciting!

I can’t make this point enough times – in most cases, you’re doing this solo, so DON’T BE MODEST. It will hold up your performance – if you hold back in any way when voicing, you’re only hurting yourself. Sure you may feel silly doing certain things, but no one listening will think that. Some voices give me fifty chins, some cross my eyes, but if I didn’t do it, every character would sound the same.

Now let’s talk about PACING! My Friend and Mentor (may she fight well in Valhalla) gave me the best advice in this regard; she said, “If it feels like you’re going too slow, go slower.” Too often we feel we’re keeping a proper pace when recording, but the truth is we are rushing it. In an actual conversation, you haven’t rehearsed – you rarely know EXACTLY what you’re going to say to someone else, so your dialogue should be no different. Your character needs time to think, to react. If you ever want a moment of high tension, you CANNOT rush it. You need the pauses and the breaths, or else it just becomes unrealistic.

TAKE. YOUR. TIME.


CLEAN THAT FILTHY, FILTHY AUDIO!

Having clean audio has become a relatively new addition to my work – I used to simply use the Noise Reduction effect on my recording and call it a day, but it doesn’t get rid of the new bane of my existence: MOUTH NOISE.

We do it. Everyone does it. I did it five minutes ago and I’m gonna do it again. We smack our lips, we flick our tongue, we click our teeth, we make stupid noises when we’re not talking, and the MIC WILL HEAR IT. My best advice is, after reducing the noise in your audio (all programs have a basic preset to kill the dead air noises in your recordings – google it to find how to your respective noise reduction), highlight the sections between your audio and reduce the volume to ZERO. Just kill the noise between your speech (the whole sentence, not silencing between every word, that would be crazy) – you can leave the sound of your inhales in if you want, but even they can be taken away for a cleaner sound. Just make sure you don’t chop your words off – especially the ends of your words.

Make sure you clean your audio BEFORE you add ANY form of reverb or echo! Otherwise cleaning is impossible.


FINAL THOUGHTS FROM A MADMAN!

Voice Acting isn’t easy. Nothing infuriates me more than actors talking about how they like Voice Acting because it’s “EASY”. If it’s easy, you’re not trying hard enough. You have to convey thoughts, feelings, and ideas ALL WITH JUST YOUR VOICE. Anyone who says it’s easy is a fool.

Always try your best to create something you feel proud of. You take as many takes as you need, but never compromise your quality for the sake of just getting it done.

If you can’t get a voice down right today? Do it tomorrow.

Above all else: HAVE FUN WITH IT


I hope this has been helpful to you – if you have any questions about specific things/things I may have missed, shoot me a message!

Love,
Codot xx

Desire // 2

Jungkook | BTS | M | 4,708

Part 1 | Part 2

I just want to apologise for this absolute mess - my life has been very busy right now and I haven’t had a chance to write in a while. I began writing this just after the first part was posted (which was a long time ago) and just rushed to finish it in the last few hours because I realised just how long it had been since I posted it. There are probably a lot of mistakes in this and it probably doesn’t make sense, but here it is and I hope you like it!

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quizzikemen  asked:

For the prompt 8/ "Why are you so jealous ?" with your babes ❤

This… got away from me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


She had not signed up for this. Despite its slowly growing status as a trade hub, Skyhold still lacked a great many things: running water, fresh fruit, and, in many places, ceilings. Yet, to Athi’s dismay, there seemed to be no shortage of paperwork.

Restless and exhausted, she tossed down her pen and leaned back in the plush red armchair, flexing and extending her stiff fingers and twisting her wrists at harsh angles. The creak of the chair’s wood frame drowned out the cracklings in her joints, but she felt every one. Surely, hours had passed and she could leave the rest of her mostly organized pile for tomorrow. Surely.

She blearily looked around to readjust her eyes. Sunlight filtered in through the west-facing window, illuminating countless dust motes which hung weightless in the angled diamonds of light now stretched across the worn wooden floorboards. Long since tuned out, the chattering of Leliana’s ravens flooded back into her awareness, as did the sway of rich ivory fabrics and scented oils.

“You won’t get out of doing paperwork by fouling up the job, you know.” Dorian’s hearty, melodic voice cut into the noise. “Believe me, I’ve tried.”

Athi stared up at him in confusion. “But I haven’t—”

“Your pen, my friend.” He reached down and picked up the implement, depositing it with a clatter into the inkwell. Athi groaned as she saw the small, but spreading, puddle of ink which now marred the top few pages of her pile, and hurried to stem the flow.

“It seems you’ve been betrayed by a writing implement.” Dorian sighed dramatically. “Oh, how exciting your life is!”

She briefly looked away from her small disaster to glare at him. “Can I help you?”

“I seriously doubt it. My problems are, after all, incredibly complex.”

“Don’t test me, pretty boy,” she warned. “I am hungry and tired, I just ruined a half hour’s worth of work, and I will absolutely take it out on you.”

Dorian looked affronted. “Pretty boy? Honestly, I am grateful that you recognized my stunning good looks, but you could at least try to be less disparaging with your compliments next time.” Athi rolled her eyes in response.

“Regardless of your attempts to shoo me away,” he continued, leaning against the bookcase, “I’ve only come to remind you of the time, which happens to be the usual one for supper. I’ve noticed you tend to forget about it. Now, before you take that as a slight, please keep in mind that I have done this because I am a good person, who deserves better treatment than that which I’ve recently received.”

Athi shook her head, but smiled at his poorly masked thoughtfulness. “I’ll inform Josephine—see if we can’t get a new Inquisitor around here. Perhaps one more inclined to appropriately flatter handsome men?”

“Well, not all the handsome men. My goodness, we’d have a veritable menagerie of peacocks strutting about! No, I suppose we shall have to suffer your half-hearted accolades. For now, at least.”

“Such a martyr,” she teased, moving toward the door. “Will you join me?”

Dorian gave a dramatic sigh and walked over with another flourish of his hands. “Oh, I might as well. You’ll need someone to entertain you while you eat, I suppose.”

“That’s exactly it.”

As they passed by the balustrade, the sound of faint feminine laughter drifted up from the room below.

Solas’ study.

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Just what I need, part 2

Harry Styles - 1195 words

And so Harry gets introduced. Liam might not seem like such a nice guy, but it is a Harry short story and someone has to be the dick. This time it is Liam.

Part one can be found here.

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“Ah there she is, damn girl it’s been forever. Have you lost weight?” Naomi pinches the skin near my hip and I wince before slapping her hand away harshly, a growl leaving my lips.
“Nice to see you as well, Naomi. And yes I did, wasn’t able to eat properly for weeks.” I roll my eyes as I recall the fever and stomach aches and the overall ‘let’s just sleep all fucking day’ mood I experienced in the last week and a half. I walk with her past the dancing or animatedly talking teenagers to our friend group occupying one of the booths in the back.

“Y/n, risen from the dead!” Niall chimes as he stands to his feet to haul me into one of his warm bear hugs and I chuckle as I awkwardly pat his shoulder blade. “Hi Niall, missed you too.”
“Where is lover boy?” He raises his eyebrows multiple times but when I reciprocate with just a simple eye roll, his face contorts into something that resembles pity.
“Again?” “Again.”

“Annie, how are you?” I smile at Niall’s girlfriend, Annie, pressing my lips to her cheek as I let my nimble fingers squeeze her shoulder briefly in acknowledgement. I always enjoyed Annie’s presence, even though she was quite a shy one and took forever to open up to either of us. Although I think that was Naomi and her big mouth’s fault because she could scare any person away, even if she didn’t want to.
“Lovely to see you again, Y/n. I’ve missed you, Naomi was mean.” Annie smirks before winking at Naomi who holds her hands up in protest and I send my other friend a small glare before bursting into chuckles and standing to my full height again. I didn’t realize how much I have missed each and every single one of them until now, that I have them all together again. Some, like Annie, didn’t have finals in the last month and were able to just enjoy the company of other people like Niall, who only had two exams. I almost think about hugging Annie again for good measure but I’m sure they’ll think I am completely and utterly insane. Maybe I am a little. You go completely mental when you’re cooped up in your flat, all by yourself, for almost two months straight. I would know.

“Y/n, I don’t think you’ve met Harry Styles already.” Niall states as he steps aside and my eyes meet with the most dazzling eyes I had ever had the privilege to experience.
“Y/F/N   Y/L/N.” I hold out my hand with a small smile gracing my lips, and by now I was thankful for the dim lighting of Louis’s bar so Harry couldn’t see the deep, dark blush I was sporting just now.

“Harry. I’ve heard so much about you already, finally I can pinpoint a face to it.” Harry smiles and when his hand touches mine for the briefest of seconds, I think I am already drowning in his eyes.
“I can say the same for you. Only good of course.” I let my hand drop to my side once more and awkwardly turn to take a seat across from Harry, next to Annie.

“Y/n, your usual?” Naomi asks and it takes me a while to register her presence as I catch myself staring at Harry. I swiftly turn my head and Naomi winks at me before impatiently starting to tap her heel against the old, battered up wood. “Uh, yeah, ‘s fine.”
“So don’t tell me Liam is already on a date with that beloved Mr. Richards? He might as well kiss up miss Alma’s butt as well.” Niall groans and glares in my direction, although I know it is meant for his one of his best friends.

“I’m always getting the same excuse. You know how important it is to me, babe.” I over exaggerate on the ‘babe’ and Annie snorts beside me, holding her hand in front of her mouth to muffle whatever noise might come through. “Allow me to speak freely,” Niall starts but waits until I nod my head at him to continue, “If he keeps this up, there might not be a relationship to come home to?” You would think that I’d put on a filter if I were a night out with our mutual friends. But they had seen the way Liam acted, how he acted around pretty girls and even better – the way he did when he was drunk. It wasn’t like he overly aggressive or anything. But I had the tendency to not keep my big mouth shout, ending in a screaming match between us both, in the middle of my hallway, or Niall’s, every single time he had a drink. Which was often. Niall knew how much effort this relationship sometimes cost me.

“You’re hitting the nail right on the head. I am thrilled for him to grasp such opportunities, but I’m not some desperate housewife that is going to wait around until he has lived his life. As much as I love Liam, fuck no.” I feel Harry’s eyes burn into the side of my skull and let my gaze wander over his, seeing his eyebrows furrowed as if he were in deep thought.

“Liam has changed. And not for the better.” Niall nods his head along with me and Naomi appears in sight again, a platter filled with our favorite drinks balancing on her right hand. “Liam will come around, don’t worry Y/n.” “I’m not worried about anything.” I counteract immediately. I don’t want these people, my friends, to think I couldn’t survive without Liam. When we first started college, well Liam a year earlier than me, I was already his girlfriend and by his side. These people have never known any different and sometimes I believe they think I cannot exist without Liam. There was a time I believed that same statement was true. But during the last two years, having to take classes alone, try to find a job as a waitress and doing an internship at Mr. B, I had traded my caterpillar look for my butterfly wings and I had never been this steady in life as I were now.

“Great to hear,” Naomi states chirpily and she throws a wink my way and I know she did that on purpose to drop the subject all together for the night. “So Harry, did you find a new flat by now?”
My ears perk up in interest when I hear Harry mumble  no as he brings the beer bottle to his lips.
“Kind of getting desperate now, I have to be out by the end of the month.”

My fingers curl around Annie’s thin wrist and I squeeze it to gather her attention. A hum leaves her lips and she stares at Harry for a second more before her eyes flick to me and I lean in.
“He was an okay guy? Right? Not complete insane or anything?” Annie nods her head and her eyes widen, her hands clapping together as if she were a retarded seal, gathering everyone’s attention.
“Y/n has a room for rent.”

You can read part three right here.

Lots of love,
L. xox

4

“Are we not going to talk about it, then?”

“About what?” Céilí sipped her tea and typed another message on her phone, not raising her head. Ellery gestured uselessly between them. “About what happened on Christmas day.”

She blinked and looked up. “Nothing happened on Christmas day. I remember you dropped the keys off and then I was terribly, violently ill and felt sick for the rest of the day.” Her phone beeped and she picked it up, chuckling at the snapchat filter that had been used.

Ellery made an exasperated noise. “So it’s just going be like that - wait.” He frowned and made an undignified lunge over the counter to pluck the phone out of her hand. “Is some guy sending you nudes!?”

“No.” She took it back. “That’s the university professor my friend is shagging. Do you like the look of him? I could get his number for you.”

“Fuck you, Fitzgerald.”

“No thankyou.”

I want to do a series of paintings based on how ungodly annoying tinnitus and visual noise are. I loose sleep over it. If you’re familiar with the sounds that any kind of battery charger makes, or that high pitched whirring a lot of televisions put out when they’re turned on, that’s very close to what I hear in my head 24/7, and it is subjective as only I can hear it. I also have visual noise…and it looks like a low opacity noise filter on everything. After doing a lot of reading on what little info there is, visual noise and tinnitus are often paired up for many people. I hate it. Its not painful, but my tinnitus is so ‘loud’ at times, it seems like it should be. I have no idea what silence is. I’m not sure where the tinnitus stemmed from, but I am certain is was because of very loud music that played frequently for years(which was beyond my control.)Sometimes there seems to be two or three separate pitches, sometimes one. A part of me feels everyone may have visual noise to some degree..they just never notice it. I asked a few of my friends one night If they saw any type of noise-like filter, and they did…admitting they never noticed it before. It may be the same with most ignoring their nose in their visual field…while some acknowledge it. Idk, I could be terribly wrong and there are people that see noisless. I can’t even imagine what that’s like. If you’re ever in a dark room, if you see countless noise dots…or whatever they are, that’s visual noise. I see it in any lighting condition, though brighter areas tend to have less noticable noise..probably because my noise ‘color’ seems to be lighter. It shows up most at night and on black. I have good vision and I can hear fine as far as I know. Above all, both are incredibly irritating.

Oookay mainly just throwing this together for the lovely mantraswag, but for anyone else who’s curious, read on for bOH’s Guide To Quick And Dirty Screenshot Editing! (under a cut because it’s image-heavy obviously)

Disclaimer: obviously this is only the way I do things, I know everyone has their own workflow and preferred look, and obviously Photoshop has about 20000 ways to accomplish the same thing, but these are more or less the steps I follow for all of my edits!

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anonymous asked:

Hey babe can you please do a Harry one where like kinda an add on to the last blurb you posted but like when Harry brings you home after the accident and he's really protective and worried about you and like his family and the boys come round and like he's really worried about you and stuff haha I really want that side of Harry in a blurb/one shot xx please lovely!!

I am so sorry this took forever to post, my lovely. I’m working from the bottom of my requests and upwards, so it’s taken some time to get them all up and posted. Read this first. xxx

“Careful, love.”

His hands held your hips as he helped you up from the front passenger seat of his black range rover. Just two days after waking up from your small coma, your doctor had explained how you were ready to head back home to recover in the comforts of your own home, with your husband by your side and tending to your every need. With a nod from the doctor, and as soon as the discharge papers were signed, Harry was instantly taken under taking care of you.

Being your husband, he found it in his mind that he needed to take care of you until you were feeling 100% better and your ribs were feeling secure. His promise being made in your vows when he stated that he’d ‘be there for you whenever you needed him. Whenever you were sick. Whenever you needed someone to hug, or a shoulder to cry on. Whenever you were in pain, and in need of help’. He promised. And he wasn’t going to forget that.

“Harry, I’m okay. I can walk myself,” you whisped, curling your fingers around his wrists, his hands still resting on your hips as he helped you take steps away from the car so he could close the door. “Harry, love, I know you’re trying to help but I need to learn to do things on my own for the next few weeks.”

He shook his head, and pressed a kiss to your temple. “I promised the doctor I’d take good care of you. What kind of husband would I be if I wasn’t there to help you in your time of need?” He fished around in his pocket, reaching for the house keys and hooking the keyring around his finger. “Now, I can hear our bed calling your name. It’s missed you,” Harry chuckled, adjusting the shoulder bag on his shoulder, containing a couple of magazines and Harry’s laptop that he’d offered for you during the two days of being awake; just to keep you occupied in the hospital room.

“Oh trust me, I’ve missed our bed as well. As much as I’m glad they made me feel better, the hospital beds are awfully uncomfortable,” you whined, dropping your head to his shoulder, and inhaling his Tom Ford sent. “I’ve also missed having a cuddle with my favourite person on this planet,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

A muffled groan left your lips when he helped you walk up the steps to the front door, your body hunching over and your ribs clenching. 

“Harry, fuck.”

“Sorry, beautiful. We’re nearly up the top. Then we can rest. I’ve got the F.R.I.E.N.D.S box set back from Gem, so we can get all comfy cosy and have a relaxing evening in,” Harry smiled, as he slowed his pace walking up the steps, his eyes flickering over to you as you stood at the top and let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, now? Maybe, we’ll leave the upstairs till you’re feeling up to walking. We can just have a snuggle on the downstairs sofa, yeah?”

And with a nod, he smiled to himself and helped you inside.

* *

Waking up the next morning was a struggle. Harry was snuggled between you and sofa back, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he snored softly in your ear. You loved cuddling with him; how could you hate it? He was your husband, so you couldn’t hate being cuddled into his arms, with him snoring lightly into your ear. His breath was warm against your skin and you smiled distressingly as you tried to shuffle, your ribs aching and bruised.

“Harry? Wake up,” you mumbled, almost knowing it was impossible because he was a heavy sleeper. He wouldn’t wake up if a bang occurred through the house. He couldn’t even wake up to the sound of the doorbell ringing, acting as though the shrill noise wasn’t even sounding; but that was back when you were friends.. “Harry, baby. Please. My ribs.”

At the sound of your disgruntled moan, one of his eyes opened slowly. His face puckered as the light entered his green orbs, and a soft laugh left your lips. 

“You’re cuddling a little too hard, baby. I need some space for the ribs to heal,” you stated, turning your head to look at him. His eyes wide and pupils dilated as the sun filtered through the glossy and sleep-deprived residue left over behind his eyelids. “I’m sorry. I know you’ve missed having cuddles with your missus.”

“I have. I have indeed.”

Of course he missed cuddling with you. Sleeping alone in the bed upstairs was torture, when all his mind could wander to was you in an empty hospital room, with no company and nothing to do. He wanted to be there, cuddling you close, kissing you and holding your hand. Letting you know everything was going to be okay. But he couldn’t, and that killed him. All he wanted was to be by your side, whether you knew he was there or not. He just wanted to be close to you, and tell you everything would be okay.

“How about I run my very beautiful missus a bath, to relax in, whilst I make her the best breakfast in the world?” Harry wondered, hitching a leg over your thighs and tucing his foot beneath your leg and the cushion beneath you. “I thinj she could use a bath. She smells.”

“Gee, thanks. What a loving husband I have.”

“I’m kidding, beautiful. But, I think I should run you one to relax in. Does that sound okay?” He wondered.

“That sounds perfect, H.”

* *

A knock sounded around the house, a tap on the oak wood front door, causing Harry to drop the spoon he had in his hand. He hoped it was just the mailman dropping off a parcel for him, or for the neighbours, but he had a funny feeling it was the boys. Or at least one of them. Coming by to check up on how you were. And as much as he loved having the boys over, he wished they’d have waited a week or two before coming by to visit.

As he neared the front door, he could see a familiar body standing in the side window, a bear tucked under his arm with a box of chocolates in his hand. A familiar laugh bellowed around the small porchway, and a hushed whisper followed after. Harry pushed the door handle down, a forced smile on his lips as the three boy and Sophia came into view. 

“Harry, mate! How you doing? How’s the missus?” Louis asked, as he watched Harry emerge from the doorway. “Jesus, you look knackered. Were you up all night? Is she okay?” A smile left Harry’s lips as the four people stood on the front step walked into the house, hugs and a soft kiss being given by Sophia were given to Harry as they walked past him. 

“She’s okay, yeah. She came home yesterday, and zonked out before we even finished the first episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S, bless her,” Harry stated, taking the bear and the chocolates from Louis. “She’s in the bath right now. I’ll go up and help her in a second, I need to finish these pancakes,” Harry stated, walking past Niall who was chomping away on the strawberries from the box settled on the counter. 

“I can go up and get her, mate,” Louis suggested, as Harry turned to him. A soft grin on his lips. “Honestly, it’s no bother. I’ve not seen my good ole’ best mate in a while,” he chuckled, giving Harry a genuine and worried look.

“That would be much appreciated, Lou. Thanks, mate. Please though, please be careful. She’s still in a whole load of pain. I need to get her medication out of her bag,” Harry flustered, running a hand through his hair. “Can someone get them for me? They’re in the front pocket of her shoulder bag,” Harry muttered, his back turned to everyone, oblivious to Louis walking out, followed by Sophia.

* *

You cracked an eye open when you heard a knock on the bathroom door, your head turning to the white wood blocking the bedroom from the bathroom. You could smell the strong aroma of pancakes, and you could only imagine Harry flustering around the kitchen and panicking before he knocked on the bathroom door. Your forearms were braced on the bathtub sides, your upper body hidden beneath the bubbles as they tickled at your jawline. 

“Is breakfast done already, H? I’ll be finished in a moment. I’m loving this warm bath,” you called out, watching as the door handle pushed down and the wooden door edging open slightly.

“Hi, love. Harry’s fluttering around the kitchen, asked me to come help you,” you heard Louis’ Yorkshire-accentuated voice come from the gap. His head soon poking through the doorway. “Hi, how you feeling? You okay? You ready to come down and see everyone?” Louis wondered, stepping cautiously into the brightly lit bathroom, and sitting on the toilet beside the bath. 

You felt most comfortable with Louis. Being the second closest with him, you’d taken it upon yourself to feel comfortable in how you were with him, and you were glad Harry understood that the reason you were so close was because you’d formed a bond that only you and Louis could experience. He always liked to tease Harry, calling you his ‘second wife’ and pretending to nick you for the day to take you out. But, Harry didn’t mind. You married him. He knew you were just best friends, and he had no problem sharing you with him.

“Hi. There’s my second husband. How’ve you been? I’ve been good. Obviously, the ribs are still sore, but I’m alright,” you giggled, resting your head back against the back of the tub, right where the curve was set. He nodded softly, and watched as you tried to hoist yourself up, the fact that you were soon to be exposing your naked self not bothering either one of you. “Can you, uhm, can you help me?”

“Of course, my love. C’mere, you. Let’s get you out and down with your dear husband, Harry. He’s flustered down there. He’s a worry-guts,” he chuckled, standing up from the toilet and reaching for the white fluffy towel hanging on the back of the door. “I promise I won’t look. I’m not that bad, I promise,” he laughed, holding the towel under his arm as he hunched over the tub and held you up by your underarms.

“At the moment, I really don’t care. I just want to get out, and be comfy. Who else is downstairs? Is Soph here? I haven’t seen her in ages. I need some details upon hers and Liam’s trip away,” you grinned, as you stood flat footed in the bath, the water sloshing and dripping down your body.

“I don’t think they got up to anything. Liam said they had a few relaxing days by the pool, a couple of nights out and then the rest were spent at the beach,” Louis laughed, holding your hand as you stepped out the bathtub and onto the fuzzy black rug laid by the bath. “We’re all down there. Niall, Liam and Soph, and obviously, your husband. Are you alright changing or do you need him? I feel I shouldn’t get that personal with you,” Louis smiled softly, wrapping the towel around your body and removing his hands when you took a hold of it. As you adjusted the towel around your body, Louis hunched over the bath to pull the plug from the plug hole, the water gurgling down the drain.

“I think I’ll be okay on my own. I need to do things myself.”

“You sure?” Louis wondered.

“I’m sure. Go and calm Harry down. Tell him I’ll be okay. I’m fine. Just, I’ll dress comfy and come down and we can all have like, a movie day or whatever,” you smiled, following Louis out the bathroom and flicking the light off. “Thank you, Tommo.”

You’re welcome, my second missus.” And with a wink, he was out the door, and running down the stairs to inform your husband that you were capable of doing your personal business yourself.

anonymous asked:

13 with Luke?


13 Luke

You’re my best friend, nothing more

Luke, me and the boys were sitting on their tour bus couch, Luke and I watching while the other 3 boys played Super Smash Brothers. I grabbed my phone and started playing around with the filters on snapchat and pointed the camera towards his face. Luke was too fixated on the the screen and the intense game between the 3 guys. I giggled to myself at the sight of him wearing the pretty flower crown, and tried to take the picture not realizing my sound was still on, and the loud clicking noise came on. Luke instantly snapped his head at me and a look of confusion washed over his face. I put my hand on my mouth and and tried to stop myself from smiling.

“What’s so funny?” I shook my head and pursed my lips, but Luke didn’t buy it.

He reached his long arms over to me and tried to grab my phone out of my hands.

“Luke no! Stop!” I laughed while he continued to grab at my phone.

“You better delete whatever picture you took!”

“No it was a cute one! I swear!” He was now on top of me and we both had a grip on my phone. We were both laughing so our grips weren’t as strong and I could practically feel his breathe on my own lips and I couldn’t stop smiling at the sight of his smile.

We didn’t realize it but all 3 boys had finished their game, Calum being the winner, and they were all smirking at us. Luke cleared his throat and sat up straight again, me doing the same thing and put my face close to my phone as I scrolled through Instagram. Calum chuckled and set down his controller and crossed his arms.

“Having fun their guys?” Ashton and Michael laughed along with Calum.

“Of course, I mean, Y/N is my best friend, nothing more. We’re suppose to have fun right?” He elbowed me in response and laughed. I faked laughed with him but not going to lie, hearing that I’d only ever be Luke’s best friend hurt. Ever since high school when we first met, and we both absolutely had no friends, I always admired Luke in many areas. I loved the way he laughed any joke someone said, how he would give me the longest and tighest hugs as if he was afraid of letting me go, I loved the way he eyes lit up whenever you asked him about his music and his YouTube channel. And let’s be honest, Luke is one handsome fellow, and always has been in my eyes.

I continued to look down at my phone with one of my hands underneath a pillow and one holding my phone, looking through pictures fans had tagged me in with the guys. I could feel a sudden presence of heat next to my hand, and I looked down at it. Luke’s hand was right there, skin to skin, and I could feel his arm hairs touching me. He was looking down at our hands and tried to smoothly place his in mine, intertwining our fingers underneath the pillow. Luke looked up at me and slightly smiled. I could feel my face going red and locked my eyes on the screen, feeling Luke’s thumb rubbing over mine. He leaned in closer, the boys to busy focused on the new game they were playing to notice, and he whispered to me, “Shhhh don’t tell them.”

My Mad Fat Zombie Diary, Chapter Two

Fandom: My Mad Fat Diary

AU Synopsis: Set in 1996, Rae is a patient at a mental home. Four weeks prior, a mysterious epidemic left her stranded with two other patients alone. The three friends are struggling to understand what happened to everyone, if their families are still alive, and how to survive. Along the way, they meet a gang of people who may be their only chance to make it.  

Fic Master Table of Contents

The road to survival so far…

Prologue | Chapter One |

(General) Warning: Character deaths and mild violence. 

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Chapter Two: In the House

Rae’s eyes snapped open, a dull ache radiating from her head down through her body. She lifted a hand and rubbed her eyes. It was all a fucked up dream. The pressure on her eyelids made the world flash a bright red as she opened them and focused. Pink. Rae squinted in an attempt to clear her view of the hue, but it remained. She took in a deep breath, letting her eyes wander around the room. The walls were covered in pink and silver stripes, with a zig-zag design in the darker sections. The carpet was pink, along with the duvet under her, and a teal couch sat along the wall. Shit, not the hospital. She rolled over to face the window. Low light came in between the curtains. Raining? Evening? She was disoriented. Rae slowly sat up, the pain in her head accentuated by the change in position. She blinked slowly before settling her eyes on picture frames full of smiling faces beside the bed. Chloe. It was all real. Rae rolled her eyes closed, a deep sense of loss re-settling on her chest like a weight. Tix. She opened her eyes and reached to turn on the bedside lamp. The ribbed plastic switch was rough against her skin. Rae pinched it between her fingers and rotated it twice. Nothing happened. She repeated the exercise with the same result. “Great.” 

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We started with Lairport in Feb. No pics together. No touching. And now we have a firm handhold and eternal fond and happiness on their faces.

And I see anons complaining like… are you kidding me???

Take a tumblr break then you have some perspective my friend because all you will see is happy pics and gifs and the noise is filtered out because the bs won’t get to you. ONLY.FACTS.

And fact is my friend is that Larry is the realest.