this is my favorite song on this album!!

Angel On Fire: A Theo Raeken Imagine

Request from @purple-bear-13​: OMG when I saw your hopeless fountain kingdom list I lost my mine I listen to it all the time. But anyway can you do an imagine with the song angel on fire. That’s my favorite song from the album

Sorry this has taken so long, hope it’s okay for you! Enjoy x 

I woke up to another mess in the living room
Broken bottles all around my feet

Another party. Another drunken night that you would rather forget. Because that’s all life was now. Parties, and people who wouldn’t remember your name in the morning. 

Nobody cared anymore. 

You found your way through the stream of people, their bodies moving in sync as they danced surrounded by broken beer bottles. You needed space away from them. 

You made your way up the stairs, about to escape to an empty bedroom, when there was a voice from your left. 

“Too loud for you?”

Theo Raeken stood in a doorway, and for once in your life you felt noticed. 

They came again in the night under crescent moon
Didn’t wake me in my sleep

You hadn’t even known he was coming. Sure, it had been an open house invite, but you didn’t see it as his sort of scene. And you told him that.

“Who says I’m here for the party?”

It didn’t take long for you to realise what he meant. During the past few weeks at school, there had been flirtatious smirks aimed at you, comments passed that could only suggest one thing. 

Of course, you’d thought the whole thing was absurd. Now, he was here, and it almost seemed plausible. 

Theo Raeken liked you. 

“You should’ve come and found me.”

“And walk through all that lot? No thank you. Better just to wait for you, princess.”

The nickname was something you could get used to. 

‘Cause they talk and drink and laugh ‘bout things
And fall in love in my backyard

Theo’s presence was enough to make the night go much more quickly than anticipated. After a few drinks, you two had ended up on the roof (only God knows how), you in his arms, his grip preventing you from falling. 

“Why are you not drunk? You’ve had just as much as me.”

“Guess I’m just better at holding my liquor than you are.”

You look at him, getting lost in those green eyes as he looks down at you. So you do the only thing you can think of at that moment, the alcohol spurring you on. 

You kiss him. He tastes like alcohol and oak, a hint of peppermint mixed in there somewhere. His hand reaches up to hold your cheek, brushing the skin there. And then he pulls away. 

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m not that drunk.”

It seems to be a sufficient answer. 

I hide and cower in the corner
Conversation’s getting hard

Things changed that night. 

You were used to being at parties, at not being noticed. It had become common practice. Conversations were slow, nobody had anything to say anymore. 

But now, now you were interesting. At least, that’s what Theo thought. 

That’s what he showed when he smiled whenever you got passionate about something you loved, when he’d pull you into hugs when you got all embarrassed about your rambling, when he’d kiss you. 

The boy was life-changing. 

'Cause nobody seems to ask about me anymore
And nobody seems to care 'bout anything I think

He always made time to ask about you, and he always seemed to care. 

He was different from the rest of them. Of course, he knew he was different in more ways than one, but he didn’t want to scare you off. 

One step at a time seemed to be the best way to go.

He was perfect to you. 

And you to him.

And nobody seems to recognize me in the crowd
In the background screaming, “Everybody, look at me”

You no longer cared that people didn’t know who you were, no longer crying for attention. 

You had all the attention that mattered; Theo’s attention was constantly on you. From making sure you were okay almost every minute of every day to passionate kisses whenever your insecurities started to show. 

“You know you don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Check up on me all the time. I’m perfectly capable of-”

You were quickly silenced when Theo’s lips devoured your own.

I’m standing in the ashes of who I used to be
And I’m faded away, you know, I used to be on fire

Being with Theo had changed you. It had changed your way of thinking, suddenly seeing the positive outlook rather than the one that painted you as a pessimist. 

Sure, you still found yourself to be an outsider, but now you had someone to share that with. 

You had a boyfriend who loved you more than anything, and who had become your whole world. 

And for both of you, that was good enough.


Hopeless Fountain Kingdom Masterlist

*before 9hours when the gorgeous not released*

Someone:what is your favorite taylor swift song


*after 9hours when the song is released*

Someone:What is your fave ts song?


anonymous asked:

Emma, what are your favourite songs from Flicker? I'd love to hear your thoughts! Hope you're well xx

ummmm this was really hard and i’ll probably change my mind BUT for now, i think my favorites (in no particular order) are probably

  • Flicker
  • Too Much To Ask
  • On My Own
  • On the Loose
  • Paper Houses
  • Mirrors

i actually really tried to narrow it down more than this but…..i can’t, i’m sorry. and overall, my thoughts are that it’s a great album, something i’ll def have on repeat for a while, and i think niall did a great job. the album sounds cohesive, but i don’t feel like i’m listening to the song over and over, which is something i hate. and i think he did an amazing job with the lyrics! i’ve always loved the songs niall wrote for the band so i knew he would do amazingly with this album, and he didn’t disappoint. i’m so proud of him and happy he’s getting the recognition he deserves for this album!!!! our lovely irish prince.

Taylor writing Gorgeous all on her own is so special and amazing and reminds me of why I love Speak Now so much. One of the main reasons why Speak Now is one of my favorite albums out of all of Taylor’s work is because she wrote it herself. She put all of herself into that album, and now this song. That’s what makes Reputation so exciting for me too because there are songs that take you back to the old Taylor (who is really never going to leave). There will always be that element of the old Taylor in her work and I love that💕

Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart | 1 | Harry Styles

A/N: I seriously almost cried when Harry played this live. I’ve always wanted to hear him sing this song (cause it’s my favorite on Ariana’s My Everything album)! Enjoy!

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

I never thought this day would come, but yet, who does and whoever wants it to? Giving my whole heart to someone again was the biggest leap I’ve ever taken, given my history with love. I didn’t think I was ever going to again, and honestly, I didn’t want to. My walls were built up so high that any man I crossed paths with just kept going, too exhausted to try and climb over it.

But not him.

Not Harry.

He smashed through that damn concrete wall with full force, leaving all of my doubts and insecurities shattered into thousands of tiny pieces. It wasn’t soon before he replaced the monotonous graveyard with a garden of beautiful flowers. Each of them slowing blooming as I fell deeper and harder. It was easy to maintain. No weeds ever sprouted, and not a single flower ever wilted. ‘Arguing’ just wasn’t a word in our dictionary. Every tiny spat we had was usually about petty things like what’s better: cats or dogs? Everyone thought our relationship was a little too perfect, but doesn’t everyone want a happily ever after? I certainly do.

I thought I had mine, walking side by side with the love of my life in a fully grown meadow of the most beautiful flowers. But that’s when I saw it. Out of all the vivid petals resides one dull rose that’s beginning to wilt. The dark red hue has disappeared and had been overtaken by a pale grey. When I look over to my left, I don’t find Harry with his fingers laced with mine like he usually would be. In fact, I don’t spot him in this meadow at all.

And all I begin to find is grey.

* * *

“I don’t know that pizza was pretty tasty, but I think I like the other place better.” (Y/F’s/N) said as we weaved through the thick Chicago crowd on the sidewalk. It was mid-week, about four in the afternoon and people were starting to get off of work, so the sidewalks were growing more populated. The two of us were just doing some light shopping downtown since this was the first day off the two of us had in a while. We wanted to try this new pizza joint further downtown, quite aways from our apartment, and from all this walking I was half tempted just to call a cab.

I looked at her with eyes full of sarcasm as we turned right on the block. “And not to mention that it’s closer,” Just as the sentence left my lips, my shoulder collided with a tall stranger as soon as we rounded the corner. Immediately, I apologized quickly with a small smile, not taking drinking in his appearance, then continued on. I massaged the now tender spot on my shoulder, hearing (Y/F’s/N) snicker. “Geez, (Y/N) watch where you’re going!” Her manicured hand poked my rib.

I swatted it away. “Shut up! Like you haven’t done the same thing.”

Giggling, she changes the subject. “So are there any other stores you want to hit up before we head back home?” I simply shake my head in response. “Good, cause my-”

“'Scuse me, miss?” A tap on my shoulder paired with a velvety voice that certainly isn’t from around here tore my attention away from (Y/F’s/N). When I turn, I’m face to face with a real beauty. It’s the kind that’s intimidating, making one nervous just by a simple look or the smallest gesture. His eyes were the lightest shade of green with hints of brown mixed in near the pupils. They reminded me of summer leaves just starting to obtain their autumn color. His short brown curls blew lightly in the cold Chicago air. Two dimples appeared when he grinned and gestured his outstretched hand. In it, held a button with a familiar red-haired mermaid on it. “Does this belong to you? I think it fell off your bag when we ran into each other.”

“Oh, um-” My brain failed to develop a single sentence, too distracted by those delicate features, and the fact that he looked like he stepped out of a fall fashion magazine with his long black pea coat accented with a dark green scarf, golden boots, silky shirt, and black jeans. Now, I could feel my face turn pink, embarrassed that I couldn’t respond to his first question. (Y/F’s/N) finished it for me.

“Yeah, it’s hers. That thing falls off her bag all the time, so thanks for returning it.” She plucked it out of his palm and gave it to me. I tore my gaze away to pin it back on the lanyard of my car keys. “It sounds like you’re not from around here,” (Y/F’s/N) piped, starting up a conversation, and clearly enjoying this stranger’s company.

“M'not, just visiting.” I can feel those eyes on me as he spoke to her, giving me the occasional glance. My fingers worked slowly, making it seem like I was having a difficult time attaching it, but in reality, I was just hiding the redness spreading across my face. “Here,” It didn’t work, apparently, when his hands come into view. I spotted a small tattoo in the shape of a cross near his thumb. “Those things can be a pain,” He joked with a small laugh, and I respond with the same. I thanked him when he pulled away; “So you ladies live around here then?” His green eyes were on me now. 

“Uh yeah, we live down the road actually.” He smiled again which escalated my nerves. “That’s where we were heading, we are worn out from shopping all day.” 

His face fell a little, but it wasn’t long before he threw up a lop-sided grin. “Well, don’t let me keep you. Have a great rest of your evening.” All I did was nod, then we both started walking in separate directions.

“He seemed to like you.” (Y/F’s/N) stated when we approached our apartment complex. The sky was a pale pink mixed with various shades of orange. I shrugged and opened up the outside door, then headed toward the elevators. She pressed the silver button labeled ten once we stepped inside. “Too bad you shot him down. I think the two of you would have looked nice together.”

“He was just nice.” I retorted a little too quickly when she raised a brow. “Come on, don’t give me that look.“

"Why didn’t you ask him out for coffee or something?" 

"No thanks, I’ll pass,” I replied with a little bite in my tone. The elevator doors slid open, and I rushed out with her trailing behind. 

She fell in step beside before we reached our apartment door. I was fumbling around in my purse for my keys, then struggling to insert it into the lock, eager to avoid this subject altogether. “Every guy isn’t the same (Y/N), and you won’t know that until you give it another go.”

Finally, I unlocked the door, and I piled inside, making a beeline straight for my bedroom, but that doesn’t stop her. It never did. “I really don’t want to talk about this…” Once I reached my bedroom, I quickly made an attempt to shut the door, but her manicured hand caught it mid-swing. “(Y/F’s/N),” My eyes immediately fluttered shut as soon as my voice cracked, my eyes filled up with tears of frustration. “I’m fine, just go-”

“No, you’re not fine! You haven’t been in a long time!” I rolled my watery eyes, and retreated further into my room, tossing my bags onto my bed. Her voice bounced off the cream-colored walls as she lectured me. “I know you’ve had bad luck with relationships, everyone does! You’re not alone! You can’t let that get in the way for future ones!”

I crossed my arms defensively, ready to spit pure venom. “Bad luck? Every guy I’ve been with has either cheated, stolen shit, lied to me, was only with me for sex or even all of the above! I haven’t had one serious, honest relationship (Y/F’s/N) out of all six of those so-called men, and you’re wondering why I won’t give fucking love another chance.”

“I know-” 

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks that were red from anger. “And even if I did, they would surely have to be willing to climb over these fucking walls I’ve had to build and sweep me off my feet…” My voice faded out as sobs started tumbling out of my lips. (Y/F’s/N) rushed over to my side and pulled me into a tight hug. I buried my head into her shoulder as her hand rubbed my back. “I’m so scared that I’ll never know what real love feels like.” 

She tightened her grip, and let out a shaky sigh, possibly trying to contain her own tears. She hated it whenever I cried. “Please don’t say that,” She whispered. “He’s out there someone, willing to do whatever it takes to win your heart, not caring how long it takes or how difficult it is. There is someone out there for you.” She pulled away, wiping away the wetness on her own cheeks and sniffling. “Which is why you need to promise me something.” I raised a brow, urging her to continue. “I want you to promise me that if you feel yourself falling for someone, please don’t be afraid? Just let your heart guide you for once.” She held out a pinky which made me giggle. “Give it one more chance. That’s all I’m asking for.”

I sighed. "What if-”

She gave me a reassuring smile. “Hey, you never know if that’ll happen unless you try.”

It was a solid minute that I stared at her promise. She was just trying to help me be the happiest I can be, but I honestly didn’t know if I could handle any more heartbreak. The more prominent pessimistic side of myself always had doubts, negative thoughts, and actions that would steer me in the direction far from the four letter word. But maybe I could try one more time. My pinky wrapped around hers, sealing the promise like we were in fourth grade.

One more chance.

* * *

It wasn’t even a week later before it all started. As cliche as it might sound, I found myself in a coffee shop just down the street from our apartment, grabbing some energy for the late night study session I was about to endure. The line was long, and that evening it seemed like everyone had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. I couldn’t even keep track of how many shitty glares I got or the number of impatient sighs when I placed my order. I was so thankful when my name was called. I grabbed the steaming cup and rushed out.

The autumn breeze was like a breath of relief, and the contrast between the warmth in my palm and the nip of the wind had me all cozy inside, and even more in the mood for the season. Autumn was one of my favorite seasons. I loved all the things that came with it: the weather was in the low sixties, Thanksgiving, Halloween, the colorful leaves, sweaters, and wool beanies. The list was endless. Another thing that came with autumn was fall break: sure it was only a few days, but it still counted as something. It was a little surreal to think that after this semester of college, I’d actually be out in the real world. It was a little terrifying. There would be days where I was just want to feel like I was seven years old, coloring in books or playing outside with friends without worrying about what the future held. None of that mattered then; I was merely enjoying the now.

As I strolled past a bus stop, a familiar face halts me in my tracks and lures me over. The background was a burnt orange surrounded by darker shades and the sparkle of the water. The focal point was the man in the powder blue suit jacket staring intently at the camera. His right arm was propped up against whatever he was leaning against, his hand showing off three silver rings. Along with the suit, the white button up underneath was soaking wet, revealing a few more of his tattoos that decorated his chest. His brown curls were also damp, and one lone piece dangled just above his right eye. Right above the photo was text that read: Harry Styles: Live On Tour, September 26th, 2017. Was that who we met yesterday? Shaking my head, almost laughing about how ridiculous that question was, I continue my way back home.

But then I heard that voice again. "Miss? I believe you dropped this.” My fingers flew up to the strap of my messenger bag to find the pin missing yet again. When I turned around, he looked the same as before: lopsided smirk, messy curls, and sparkling eyes, only this time he sported a bright yellow sweater, dark jeans, and boots. I took the button from his outstretched hand, thanking him quickly before simply tossing into the front pocket of my bag. “How did tha’ pin survive for so long before me?” He joked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I dunno, honestly. Luck, I guess?”

“Well, you must have tons of it.” He chuckled lightly. “I don’ think I introduced myself last time.” He pulls out his tattooed hand from his pocket and holds it out for me to shake. “M’names Harry,”

I took his hand, it’s strong and very warm. A look of confusion was written on my face when I thought back to the advertisement posted on the bus stop. Is he that Harry? I told him my name, then apologize when his brows came together. "Sorry, but you have a striking resemblance to that guy on that poster over there.” I gestured the bus stop that has a few people piling onto the long vehicle that just pulled up. 

That caused him to chuckle again, causing my cheeks to turn bright pink. Why did I feel like I was making a fool out of myself? “Sorry, I, um-“ I started to ramble off an apology that probably wouldn’t have made any sense since I didn’t even know what I was apologizing for.

“No need t’say sorry, love.” His smile grew, revealing those two dimples again. “Tha’ was me you saw over there. I’m just a little amused that you’ve never heard of me before.”

His response made me raise a brow. Now usually I had a pretty good read on people, either an alarm would blare in the back of my brain, screaming to stay away, or it would be silent. After everything I’ve been through, every guy I’ve met has triggered those alarms, but even after that slight narcissistic comment Harry made, there was absolute silence. “Didn’t know I had to.”

His smile faded away, then his eyes widened at my hardened expression. “M’sorry! That came out wrong, didn’t it? What I mean is that it’s a little strange running into someone who has never heard of me before. Sure, it’s common with the older folk, but you’re… younger. So I guess I assumed that you knew, my mistake. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

My defensive stance relaxed, and I gave him a tiny smile. "It’s alright, but you know what they say about assuming? Makes an ass out of you and me.”

“Which is the opposite of what I’m trying to be.” He chuckles, those green eyes light up like the street lights around us as the sky grows darker. “So what kind of music do you like? Maybe mine’s not your cup of tea, which happens.”

“Pretty much anything if it has a good beat and lyrics. I’m kind of open to everything.” He nodded his head while I took a sip of my coffee. 

“Dipped into any new stuff lately?” 

I pursed my lips, pondering on if I actually have, then I think of that song that has been popping up on my Spotify radio that I’ve taken a liking to. Not sure who it’s by or even what’s it’s called; I always forget to check. “There is this one song I like, not sure who it’s by, but I think the name has something to do with a hallway?”

“A hallway?” That smug grin returned, almost like he’s trying to contain his laughter once more. “Not ringin’ any bells. Do you know any of the lyrics?”

“What’s so funny?”

He doesn’t reply, yet pulled out his phone from his pocket, tapping on the screen a few times before holding out the phone for me to listen. The familiar tune started to play, and I gave him a curious look. “Is this the song?” He asked, a smile stretching from ear to ear. I answered with a simple yes, and he said, “Thanks! One of my favorites that I’ve written.” He silenced the song before sliding his phone back into his pocket.

I almost scoffed and had to refrain from rolling my eyes. What are the odds that it would be his song? “Damn, you really are everywhere aren’t you?” I stated with a short laugh.

“Which is why I assumed that you knew about me.” His hand slid through his curls, pushing the few trindles that the wind blew in his eyes.

I shrugged. “Yeah, well I don’t get out too much.” My answers turned short and somewhat sarcastic. I couldn’t help it though, that’s just how I was then. A really paranoid asshole that refused to let any man get close to me. That didn’t stop him though; he didn’t care how much of an impolite I was being. Harry Styles was always persistent. Paired with confidence, he asked the question that put the slightest crack into the concrete walls surrounding my fragile heart. 

“Well, (Y/N). Would you like to?”

niall did not have to pick that question about favorite songs from harry’s album, no one was in front of him asking that, he was not in an interview, he seriously had no reason to answer it, he picked that quesstion out of thousands of questions, i mean #askniall is still no1 worldwide trend so thousands and thousands of questions which are mostly about him and his album, on his first album release day probably the most important day of his career and he answered one about harry why? like i am sure there were questions about all the boys but why pick harry? why? well because love is real and i don’t have any other explanation for this, i seriously will die with this ship, they will be the death of me.

Originally posted by sweetniallofmine

Originally posted by helplessniall

i love every single song on flicker so much like usually there’s at least one song that i don’t like on all of my favorite albums but every song on flicker is so good

It’s so damn good, Niall! It would be desirable to listen and listen and listen. Songs… they’re so soulful, light and warm. I cried, danced and cried when danced. If you do not take in account the songs he has released previously, I like literally every song on the album, but “Flicker”, “On The Loose”, “Paper Houses”, “Mirrors” is probably my favorite. Every song is good in its own way, each is beautiful. The Irishman knows how to make good music. I’m proud of.

Gorgeous seems to give those who appreciate the stream of conscience confessional lyrics and a lighter production what they were asking for. In my opinion it has that more traditional poppy vibe…which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. But it didn’t hold my attention the way the first two releases did…and still do.

Personal preference wise, I prefer the more dynamic production of LWYMMD and Ready? I also personally connect with the depth of the lyrics in LWYMMD…still my favorite…so far. Where Gorgeous had me bobbing my head while listening along…the other two had me much more engaged sonically…it made me want to move with the beats and sounds.

I guess my current opinion is Gorgeous is an ok pop song. It lyrically is a little more interesting then some but it has that safe bubblegum pop feel to me. I’m curious to hear it sonically amongst the entire album to see how it flows within the overall album sound. It’s placement next to the other two songs hints at the diversity within the album that continues to leave me intrigued and excited to hear what’s still to come on November 10th.

I seriously can’t wait for Reputation!!!!! I mean the three songs released are my favorite Taylor songs yet (All Too Well excluded) and I can’t imagine how the whole album will be!!!!!!

Kpop Tag Game!

 I was tagged by the amazing @the-orenda-fountain to do this. Love you Sal <3

Ultimate bias: (y’all already know who it is) Kim Taehyung from BTS

Originally posted by ktaejin

Ulitmate Bias Wrecker: Kwon Jiyong from BIGBANG (excuse you sir can you not)

Originally posted by hitomebore08

Favorite K-pop song: I have so many, but currently it’s Mic Drop by BTS

Originally posted by agustxj

Favorite K-pop album/single: My favorite album is Love Yourself by BTS (I couldn’t find a GIF of it so here’s Tae being adorable)

Originally posted by herthealbum

Favorite ship: K-pop idols x food will always be my OTP (enjoy this lovely GIF of Jin flailing and eating)

Originally posted by damanixjanay

Hard stan or soft stan: Both, but I’m more of a soft stan (I don’t know why I put this GIF, but the kitten is so cute).

Originally posted by littlepawz

Favorite K-pop company: none of them (Here’s a lovely GIF of Martin Freedom as Bilbo Baggins in The Hobbit)

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Backstory of how you got into K-pop: Well hello kids, it’s story time! One day, at my old school, a friend of mine was talking about K-pop, and I said “ooooh what is this K-pop you speak of?” and so she showed me SHINee and I’ve been listening to K-pop ever since.

Originally posted by lucianas28

I tag @nochucomethruu @mochipaws @eunwookit @sweetly-seokjin @btsmicdrop

woke up the girl who looked just like you
i almost said your name.


the war : the power of music tracklist  °☆ :*


Lockscreens // Lady Gaga ~ Joanne Quotes

“Returning to your family and where you came from, and your history… this is what makes you strong. It’s not looking out that’s going to do that—it’s looking in… Joanne is a progression for me” Lady Gaga