Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (ft. side Zayn Malik/Liam Payne) Rating: Mature Word Count: 47254 Summary: Harry, being his endlessly patient self, asks with a wry smile, “And who am I going to spontaneously marry for financial aid?”
He clearly intends for it to be a rhetorical question, for it to shoot down Louis’ ridiculous marriage idea. But Louis answers easily, “Me. You’ll marry me.“
aka the not-so fake marriage au in which Harry and Louis get married to keep Harry from dropping out of uni (and if they discover that they’re in love along the way, well, that’s neither here nor there).
when you’re full of existential dread but the holidays are just around the corner and you’ve got to summon that extra bit of christmas spirit despite capitalism and the hollow destitution that is your life
This whole thing, it was so stupid, and it made Annabeth feel stupid, and she wasn’t stupid, she was smart, gods damn it, so why couldn’t she do this? She should have been able to do this.
She only realised she was crying when a tear splashed on to the page of her textbook, blurring the black letters printed on the white page. That tear falling felt like conceding defeat, and soon enough she was crying in earnest, sobbing hard enough that the words became even less intelligible than they’d already been.
She put her head down on the book and let herself cry, feeling terribly stupid and sorry and frustrated. Her whole face felt hot, flushed with anger and annoyance - at this essay, at herself, at the fact that she was a daughter of the goddess of wisdom and she couldn’t seem to write a simple fucking essay.
When the door to her room opened she instinctively straightened, grabbing her dagger and spinning in her seat to face the intruder. When she saw who it was she immediately collapsed back onto the desk, face first, letting her dagger fall to the floor.
She heard Percy shut the door behind himself. There were a few soft footsteps, and then a gentle hand on her shaking shoulder and a quiet question. “Annabeth, hey, what’s up?”
I think it’s really lovely to fall in love with a classic rockstar (or any musician, really). You could be going through an awful time in your life, but as soon as you go to your room and play your vinyl loud, it’s like you’re being hugged by the music and you’re not alone anymore. You can look at your posters, or read that excerpt of your favourite biography, which you can almost quote by heart, and it’s like they’re there with you, comforting you…