this was life harry is me

This Day in 1D History - October 21


  • Louis takes on the frustration of being asked if their friendship is manufactured & Harry recounts Niall’s first suggestion for the band on Sunday Night <3


  • Liam Payne or real-life Baywatch? your call 
  • Narriam meet fans out in Brisbane :))
  • Take Me Home Tour concert – Brisbane, Australia #3, feat. Louis challenging Dan to describe the show in 61 words


  • Liam apologizes for the night before <33
  • Niall leaves Eoghan the cutest voicemail in existence???
  • ET interview 
  • On the Road Again Tour concert—Belfast, UK 


  • “He’s six foot three… and it’s probably down to his knee” Niall and Olly go on Celebrity Gogglebox for Stand Up To Cancer!
ID #57131

Name: X
Age: 14
Country: USA

Not going to start with ‘i don’t really know how to start this’ not going to start with 'I don’t really know how to start this’ not going to…


So I’m X (I’ll tell you my name if you want to talk to me)(Also I’m a girl btw) and I’m just another human on this overpopulated planet. I guess I’d just like to talk to people because I suck at it and I’m awkward as hell. I promise I can keep you entertained with embarrassing stories at the very least.

• Reading (what better way to get out of how much reality sucks) (no but seriously reading is my entire life)
• Specifically Harry Potter (I mean, need I say anymore?)
• Music (well who doesn’t?)
• Anything that has a really devoted fan base (I don’t obsess over things lightly)
• People who notice things others don’t
• Not having to think of giant lists

Random facts
• I’m skipping 9th grade/year 9
• I’m a science nerd
• I’m semi-fluent in Japanese
• I suck at sports
• I love dogs that are tiny and fluffy (shih tzus are just <3 <3 <3)
• Somehow I can never say what I really want to say

If you want to talk to me (lol), I promise I’m not a serial killer or a kidnapper. Also, I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes (I hate when I make them)(I’m writing this at 4 AM).

I guess I would just like a friend :(

Preferences: Sadly, no snail mail. Also I’d like if you were a fellow teenager (but age isn’t a big deal). Also you don’t mind taking about deep topics (death, dying, etc.) and aren’t overly religious. Also you aren’t bothered by me using the world also a lot :D. And obviously it should go without saying that discriminatory people are not okay. But whoever you are, I’m sure you’re lovely. Sorry for using so many parentheses (I’m just drawn to them)(sorry I’m weird).

anonymous asked:

Plenty of larries are seething about the Harry at the BBC thing. They already hated Nick. How can Harry get promo and leave poor Louis behind? It's so frustrating how many of them use Harry as Louis' accessory. It's like Harry exists for them to explain why Louis is gay and Freddie is not his child. Otherwise, they don't give a shit about him. Which is fine by me, but they need to fucking stop using him as a character in their dumb conspiracies.

anything that pisses off larries gives me life, they can get fucked


A/N: What’s funny and kind of embarrassing is I based this off of my own personal sex life soooo yeah. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Send me in more requests and feedback I love it!!!

Request: “Can you write a fic where like Ron and Hermione get in a fight and Ron releases stress with the reader sexually and they become fwb or something??” - @suprwhatevr

Pairing: Ron x Reader

Warning: SMUT smut and uh well smut

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You, Harry, Hermione, and Ron had all been friend for what seemed like forever. But you and Ron had a… special friendship. You see, you had always had feelings for Harry and Ron had always had feelings Hermione. But neither of you knew how to seize an opportunity. So you and Ron would partake in a little bit of snogging every once in a while to ease the tension so to speak. It never went past kissing and that was okay, you guys just needed a little bit of attention every once in a while and well you made each other feel good, and that was okay.

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‘You did everything you could’ - Earth Two Harrison Wells

A/N: Long time no see. I do not own the photo. Wish I did but I don’t. Also fun news. I will take requests if people want. Not to worry, if no-one wants to request, but if they do just send me a message in my inbox or whatever. I’ll be happy to oblige. 

Earth two was always quieter without one of the Wells and now both of them had disappeared for a while. Life had been removed from the earth once Harry had gone through the portal. He had only said he was going to fix a few things in the Portal Room. When he hadn’t appeared she had gone looking for him.

She panicked for a few hours when she couldn’t hear his cynicism worming its way around the building. Calm flooded her when she figured it out. Earth one, or as the team there called it, was in danger. Harry would always help them, even if he was scared to admit himself.

Now her arms clung desperately to his pillow, his scent still heavy on the soft material. It was no lie that the bed was colder but so was her whole world. She pretended daily, as her smiles flooded the floors and inspired the workers, that Harry being gone wasn’t affecting her.

“If you cling any tighter to that pillow. I won’t be able to use it anymore” His dulcet tones sung to her. Her whole body freezing in shock as she followed the source.

There he stood, his suit weighing his back down and his head hung in sadness. He was peering up at her, his shoulder resting on the doorframe. His bag dangling in his grip. She threw herself at him, her arms wrapping themselves around his neck and his bag dropping from his hand as he wrapped his own around her waist.

“HR” he started only to tense. She understood, she wasn’t as intelligent as him but she understood, that the very essence of the name stabbed at him.

“You did everything you could” She found herself responding as she stepped backwards, her arms still around his neck. He allowed himself to be dragged onto the bed, the mattress forming around their bodies as they embraced.

“I should have done more, the idiot.” He grumbled, “And not just him but Allen. The speed force took him”

10 facts about me

tagged by @blumiin!!! thank u for tagging me <3 this took a while cos idk 10 facts abt myself im s rY

1. I say im yoongi biased but im rlly a hoe for all of them asdkdnsajkdnskn Namjoon has rlly been creeping into my heart recently dont @ me 

2. I have a cat named Ziggy n he’s the love of my life even if he bites me

3. I sleep with a stuffed sheep toy i bought from france called Hublot

4. I still have a poster up in my room from  the 2009 miley cyrus wonderworld tour ((it was such a good concert fucking fight me))

5. When I was younger I was super fucking obsessed with Robbie Williams, I grew up to the song Angels basically ((Would recommend the album Escapology, its such a GOOD ALBUM))

6. Although i read and loved Harry Potter, my favourite childhood books were the His Dark Materials trilogy by Phillip Pullman, and the Sally Lockhart Quartet also by Pullman 

7. I have no piercings, like i dont even have my ears pierced.

8. Im gluten intolerant?? sknsfdjkfnsjdfn I found out a couple summers ago after being in and out of a&e with the most insane stomach cramps ((that my gp dismissed as period pain, fuck that guy))

9. I’ve been horse riding for over 10 years now :) 

10. I used to take ballroom and latin dance lessons but i stopped because horseriding took priority but… I kinda miss it sdbfsdjfbksdj

these were all over the place BUT OH WELL THE MORE YOU KNOW AMRIGHT 

tagging @jungkookio @mnet-anti @dt-minsuga @taekookiesandcream @minyoongislaysme @bts-veins @albumher you can jus ignore me tho 

anonymous asked:

Harry waved a rainbow at every show and said so many lovely things, Bi flag, pan flag etc. have yu seen it? you haven´t been online since the LA gig x

I have seen it and I’m fucking delighted! I may not have been on very much lately, but I’ve still been lurking semi-frequently, because these boys give me such tremendous joy and it’s sorely needed in my life right now. I’m so immensely proud of both of them, my heart could burst. 💗

I can’t, for the life of me, understand fanfic writers who have Draco playfully call Hermione a Mudblood. Like I get that it kind of shows that they’re so over past wrongdoings and feuding that they can now joke abut it, but it’s still the series’ equivalent to a racial slur.

You are the same people who would have a hernia if a white person “playfully” referred to their partner as their “n-word”.

writepassionobsession  asked:

Is it okay to leave an ask for fics here with you? I was in the sudden need for some dancer Draco stories... Thank you for making such useful rec lists 😊

hello, sorry for the late reply, I only remember these with dancer!Draco:

Their Kind of Forever   The final part of Harry’s Auror training forces him to walk the line between truth and lie, between the wizarding world and the Muggle world, between the life he thought he’d have and the disappointing reality. And through it all, he finds unexpected solace in a most unlikely person’s company.

let me see you stripped (down to the bone)    "So,“ Malfoy said.  "Are you in?  Or are you out?”  He turned and looked at Harry squarely.  Harry remembered the slow way Malfoy had slid his hand down his own stomach, into his pants – the outline of his long fingers gripping and stroking his own cock. The way his head had fallen back, exposing his pale throat.  
 How he had owned them all.   He took a deep breath.  "I’m in,“ he said.

AMKM  There is something Harry doesn’t know about one Draco Malfoy: his dancing skills. There is something Draco doesn’t know about one Harry Potter: Potter is a hopeless romantic.


“my happiest memory is you… because it’s not just a memory, it’s the present”

//slams hands on desk// when I thought I was finally over this yoi hp au, my friend gave me ANOTHER prompt and it just flew from there;;;;

more hp au

  • Ravenclaw (right after they've graduated hogwarts): You know now, as far as society is concerned, we're adults.
  • Hufflepuff: Yes! Isn't it exciting?
  • Ravenclaw: Adults who have to make their own decisions about their lives.
  • Hufflepuff: It's so freeing, isn't it?
  • Ravenclaw: I have no idea what I'm doing and I want to go back to school.
  • Hufflepuff: ...
  • Ravenclaw: I don't want to do classes or anything, I just want someone to cook for me and tell me when meals are so I don't forget and basically be able to ignore life's responsibilities.
I am in my own Harry Potter AU hell.

And just because I can:


Malfoy looked up from his desk, quill poised over the parchment as his son hovered by the study door. Aware that he was frowning, Draco lifted his expression into something more neutral. He was vaguely aware of his own father always frowning whenever he’d tried to talk to him as a boy, and he didn’t want Scorpius to one day think the same about him.

“Come in, come in. Shut the door, you’ll let the heat out.” 

The Greengrass estate was a crumbling ruin compared to Malfoy Manner, with only half the library and none of the artifacts Draco had spent the last few years archiving and putting safely away behind spelled glass. But for now it was home, chilly stone walls and all.

“Did you want something?”

“Yes.” Scorpius replied, pausing to tug at the hem of his dark shirt. There’s still a bruise under his eye, faded to be sure, but the mere presence of it made Draco’s heart skip a beat. When he’d seen Severus Potter crawling out of the rubble, face covered in blood and no sign of his own son, he’d known terror like no other.

And Draco Malfoy was intimately familiar with the machinations of terror. He’d been hugged by it once.

“Well,” he prompted, setting aside his work entirely and giving his full attention to his son. “What is it?”

“I want my friends to come visit.”

Draco blinked. Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Your…friends?”

“Albus Potter and Rosie Granger-Weasley. I would like them to come stay.”

Draco blinked again. Later he’d laugh—somewhat despairingly into a decanter of fire brandy—at the absurdity of the notion that his boy, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, was best friends with a Potter and the hybrid off-spring of a Granger Weasley, but the threat of impeding hysterics was quelled under the defiant gaze of his son, narrow chin lifting at some unspoken challenge. 

“I see. For how long?”

“A…a week…maybe two…They’re going to France for the Quiditch Cup Primaries…” he glanced down and Draco spied the curled up parchment hidden up his sleeve. “So it wouldn’t be for long.”

Draco glanced at his desk, to the fireplace, then back to his son. “I don’t…”

I want my friends…friendshow often had Astoria lamented his lack of playmates as a child, how often had she fretted that Scorpius’ only interaction had been with adults—or books, or enchanting his own toys for someone to play with. And how quickly had Scorpius’ face crumpled at the utterance of two simple syllables. 

“…know if two weeks would be wise, given your mother’s health. She’s still recovering from the move. But I shall discuss it with her, and see what can be done.”

Scorpius stilled, the beaming smile on his face reigned in to something calmer, even now, not wanting to get his hopes up too much. “Thank you. For what it’s worth, we will be good.”

Draco snorted at that, remembering the last time a Malfoy, a Potter and a Granger and a Weasley had been together at their age. “Somehow I doubt it. Go on off you go, go see what your mother is up to. She’s enjoying having you home.”

“And I am enjoying being here,” Scorpius replied, in that curiously courteous and stiff way of speaking he’d always had, even as an infant learning his words. “I am happy to be here, with you, and mother.”

“I’m…very glad to hear it.” Draco replied, unsure what else he was supposed to say to such an open admission said so politely like one was discussing the weather. “Now go on, off you go, I need to finish this manuscript before I lose the thought.”

“You’ll talk to mother though, wont you?” Scorpius pressed from his space by the door. “You’ll ask…”

“Yes, yes.” Draco waved a hand, “I’ll ask if the Potter spawn can come stay with us. Just for a little bit. To say thank you for…everything.”

Reassured, Scorpius left, closing the door behind himself with a firm click. 

Draco waited several more moments, counting to a hundred before opening up the top desk of his drawer and pulling out his correspondence folder, flipping through them until he found the appropriate manila envelope, writing the address of the Ministry Neatly to the front. 

Clearing his throat politely, he composed himself, then tapped it to life with his wand.

“Hello Potter,” he spat with a vicious familiar glee, unable to keep from laughing, “I’m not sure which one of us is going to be more surprised by this turn of events, but I swear to gods if you break my son’s heart by saying no, I will personally send you a red Howler on the hour every hour till the day one of us dies. Now, about dates, the last week in June works well for us…”

James Potter accidentally shifting into Animagus shape when someone gives him a scare, and the first night Harry starts screaming in the middle of the night Lily isn’t sure if she’s still dreaming when she sees a distressed deer jumping against the bedroom door