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Don’t I Know You? (Newt x Metamorphmagi!Reader)

Originally posted by overboardmisha

Request:   Hello~ could you write a newt x metamorphmagus!reader? They met each other at school than meeting again when newt follows after an animal that he’s been trying to study and follows it to her home where other animals are staying.  -  Anon

Blah blah blah might have a rushed ending oh well

You were a metamorphmagi, such as your father.  Being one really helped you excel in your Care of Magical Creatures class at Hogwarts.  Once you had to do a project with a partner, and you were assigned to Newt Scamander.  He loved to watch you use your skills and turn into any creature you wanted.  Eventually you became very good friends, to the point where you would take Newt into the forest and use your skills to transform into a creature to interact with others so that Newt could approach and observe the other creatures with ease.  You also helped him get his Transfiguration grade back up when it started to fall.

You and Newt remained friends all throughout school, even when Leta Lestrange came into the picture.  But when Leta managed to get Newt, your best friend and mini-crush expelled, you hated her with a passion.  You met Newt at the front of the castle before he was about to depart in tears.  Newt showed no emotion until you threw your arms around his neck and pulling him close, not wanting him to leave in the slightest.  As soon as you did that, Newt broke down.  Right before Newt got onto the train you made him promise he would write to you often.  Only…

He never did.

**Flash forward to now**

It’s been three years since you graduated Hogwarts.  You were currently living alone in a nice, small house in the middle of a secluded forest somewhere in England.  You were surrounded by creatures.  Some made homes in your garden, while others decided to nest in the corners of your house if you would allow them.  There weren’t exactly any people nearby, so your only company was your creatures  (I mean, you’re basically half-human half-animal.  But mostly human).

Mooncalves were abundant in the woods you lived in, and you loved them all.

There were still some days that you thought about Newt.  The sweet, shy, adorable, handsome, charming, sexy… Merlin, you need help.  But everyday you remember how he didn’t keep your promise and never ever wrote to you.  That sadness still hung with you to this day, but you were mostly busy with other things so it didn’t cross your mind that often.


Newt Scamander was trying to come across a mooncalf to study for his upcoming book for the British Ministry of Magic.  He was searching through a somewhat-large forest on the edge of England when he finally found one.

Now, he didn’t want to frighten the poor thing, but he also wanted to find out where they lived.  So Newt was completely silent as he followed the creature, only stopping when his boots accidentally snapped a twig or got caught in a tangle of tree roots by mistake when he wasn’t paying attention.  Eventually the mooncalf lead him to a house.  A house?  That was strange.  But when Newt looked around, he realized this was far more than just an ordinary house.  There were different creatures all over the place.  From billywigs and bowtruckles to fwoopers and hippogriffs.  They all seemed to have their own little habitat around the house, the smaller insect-like creatures specifically in the large garden.

Newt was very curious and fascinated by all this, so he was going to approach the front door (which was almost completely hidden by plants) but before he could do so, you stepped out of the door holding baskets that had to be full of animal feed.  You stopped what you were doing when you saw a man standing at the front of your house.  He noticed you, too.  You set down the baskets you were holding, and began to walk over to him.

“Hello?” you said.

“Oh–hi–is this… your house?” the man replied as you got closer.

“Yes–” you began as you approached him, but then you got a good look at him.  “Newt…?”

He knit his eyebrows and observed you.  “Y/N?” he said cheerfully.  “Merlin’s beard, it is you!” he exclaimed and hugged you.

“Yes, it’s me.  Why are you so happy to see me?  You never wrote to me after the… incident… even though you promised me you would.  I missed you, Newt.”

He frowned and his eyes got big.  “Y/N!  I wasn’t trying to avoid you in the slightest!  After I got expelled and I went home… my parents took everything from me.  They told me I couldn’t write to anyone for the rest of the year, took my quills and ink and owl… and so on.  I told them I needed to write to a girl at school, but they wouldn’t have it.  Please, Y/N, I missed you too.  A lot.  You were my only friend… especially after what she did.”

“Newt… why didn’t you talk to me after I had graduated?”

“Because I thought you hated me for not writing to you.  That you hadn’t forgotten me and moved on,” Newt said sounding truly sad.

“I would never forget you, Newt.  I’m just glad your back,” you said forgivingly and pulled him in for another hug.  Once you pulled away, you looked at him oddly.  “Hey, what were you doing in these woods anyway?”

“Oh, I’m writing a book for the Ministry about magical creatures.  About why we should be protecting these creatures instead of killing them.  I needed some information on mooncalves, so I found one and followed it here,” Newt answered.

“I could turn into a mooncalf if you want.”

“I’m fine.”

“Good.  Would you like a tour of the place?  All sorts of creatures live here, it’s Newt heaven.”

“I would love that very much.”

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It’s Joy Time for Bruno Mars

WE’RE JUST CAVEMEN, hitting on rocks,” says Bruno Mars. “It’s no different—you’re a caveman and you got a rock in front of you, you hit it with a stick to get everybody dancing. This is our time to forget about everything, it’s joy time. So who’s the best at hitting that rock? Who’s going to make the village dance the hardest?” 

At a casual glance, you might not know that Mars is one of our superstar cavemen. Pulling up to an upscale Italian restaurant on an anonymous street in L.A.’s San Fernando Valley, alone in a relatively modest Cadillac, he parks in back by the dumpsters to slip in quietly. In contrast to the flashy outfits he wears onstage, he’s dressed in a simple collarless bomber jacket, a white Gucci logo T-shirt and camouflage pants. A small crucifix on a thin chain hangs around his neck. 

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at the rep tour, all the lights go out all is SILENT AND THEN

“are you ready for it”

The stage lights up there’s probs fire involved, taylor is there in all black spandex fishnets looking HOT she struts down the catwalk and we all scream and burn as the flames consume us and taylor rises from our ashes as she hits the HIGH note and we all meet in heaven for the afterparty aptly titled SNAKEPIT6 where we finally get to listen to the 10 minute version of all too well


Week 35, Still life - Candy
We took the tour of our local Hammond’s candy factory and of course afterwards you get to go into the shop and buy ungodly amounts of sugary goodness.
This was taken with my phone, and I bumped up the brightness with the PicsArt app.
I like how the candy in the bag looks like a scene from a movie where you’d just crawl inside and be in candy heaven. 😁

Cool image @highstyleprincess! I like how you let the background highlights blow out a little. Gives the image a nice feel. - RK
Late night texts / Namjoon x Reader

Imagine: Namjoon texts Y/N for the last time…

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: Sadness, and Angst

A/N: I dont know if you guys know but you can now send me some requests about our favorite boys ( BTS ), and i think this is my first imagine about them. Starting off with our favorite leader. But right now we have like one exam every week so its getting kinda slow again im sorry

Originally posted by bfjoonie

Namjoon [0:20 am]: Y/N?

Namjoon [0:20 am]: this is beyond stupid

Namjoon [0:21 am]: quite pathetic to be honest

Namjoon [0:21 am]: I mean I’m writing to you, and hope that you answer me out of nowhere even though I know you won’t be able to do that

Namjoon [0:23 am]: today would be our 6th anniversary

Namjoon [0:23 am]: so much happened in the last couple of months, we published a new album.
We called it ‘wings’, and it’s honestly so good. And so many people say that they enjoy it, and we even plan a world tour. We even going to visit North America!

Namjoon [0:25 am]: I even wrote lyrics for you, you want to hear it?

Namjoon [0:27 am]: it goes like this:

“I miss you
When I say that, I miss you more
Im looking at your photo
But I still miss you
Time is so cruel
I hate us
Now is hard to even see each others faces

I’s only winter here
Even in August, winter is here
My heart makes time run
Like a Snowpiercer left alone
I wanna hold your hand
And go to the other side of the earth
To end this winter

How much longing has to fall like snow
For the spring days to come

Namjoon: [0:26 am]: I hope you know that I don’t hate you, don’t get me wrong. I may have been a little bit angry about the fact that you never told me about the fact that you had cancer.

Namjoon :[0:28 am]: Or that you would die soon.

Namjoon: [0:29 am]: I can still remember the day when your mother called me, we were on tour in Europe and when I answered the phone she was sobbing into hers. You never told me about your illness because you wanted to protect me- yeah sure.

Namjoon:[0:34]: you always said that I’d spoil you too much for your liking, well with all the money I could have helped you. I would have paid the best and most educated doctors, but now it’s too late.

Namjoon :[0:38]: I would love to know where you are right now, if there’s a heaven or a afterlife~ that would be interested ~ maybe we meet again someday.

Namjoon:[0:38]: I really hope we do. Princess. We sure do.

Namjoon: [0:40]: there is a reason why I’m writing to you.

Namjoon: [0:41]: this will be the last time that I’m messaging you- everyone says I need to move on, Yoongi said it’s stupid that I’m writing to you. But he doesn’t understand what it’s like to lose the one person you love, the one person you thought you would have children with one day, marry, grow old.

Namjoon: [0:42]: it’s such a beautiful thing to grow old with someone you love, it must be a beautiful experience- and i don’t want to let go of the thoughts of us growing old together. I love you too much.

Namjoon: [0:43]: but they are right, I can’t keep writing to a ghost- I hope you understand, I highly doubt that you would like to see me walking in circles. You would want me to fall in love again.

Namjoon: [0:43]: after all you always wanted to best for me, right?

Namjoon: [0:43]: I’m going to delete your number, that might be the second hardest and scariest thing of all time

Namjoon: [0:43]: don’t forget that I love you more than anything in this life

Namjoon: [0:45]: good bye princess

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One Direction white Where We Are tour t-shirt (Adult medium)

5 Seconds of Summer scribble photo t-shirt (Adult medium)

Nirvana white logo black t-shirt (UK women’s size 10)

Nirvana open sides yellow logo grey t-shirt (UK women’s size 12)

5 Seconds of Summer open sides black t-shirt (UK women’s size 12)

Ed Sheeran black X tour t-shirt (Adult large)

5 Seconds of Summer Rock out with your Socks out black tour t-shirt (Adult medium)

5 Seconds of Summer burgundy original logo t-shirt (Adult large)


One Direction Where We Are: Our Band, Our Story (hardback)

One Direction: Who We Are (Our Autobiography) (hardback)

5 Seconds of Summer Hey Let’s Make A Band (hardback)

Ed Sheeran A Visual Journey (hardback)

Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell

The Fault in our Stars by John Green

Let it Snow by John Green, Maureen Johnson, and Lauren Myracle

Heavier than Heaven, the biography of Kurt Cobain by Charles R. Cross

Angus, thongs and full-frontal snogging by Louise Rennison


Nirvana- Bleach

Nirvana- Nevermind

Nirvana- In Utero 

Nirvana- MTV Unplugged

Nirvana- Live at Reading

Nirvana- From the Muddy Banks of the Wishkah 

One Direction- Up All Night

One Direction- Take Me Home

One Direction- Midnight Memories 

One Direction- Four (Ultimate Edition)

Taylor Swift- Taylor Swift

Taylor Swift- Fearless (Platinum Edition)

Taylor Swift- Speak Now 

Taylor Swift- Red (Deluxe Edition)

Taylor Swift- 1989 (Deluxe Edition) PLUS 13 POLAROIDS

Ed Sheeran- +

Ed Sheeran- X (Deluxe Edition)

Lana Del Rey- Born to Die (Paradise Edition)

Lana Del Rey- Ultraviolence 

Panic! At The Disco- A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out

The Pretty Reckless- Going to Hell

5 Seconds of Summer- 5 Seconds of Summer (Deluxe Edition)

Nintendo 3DS Games:

Animal Crossing: New Leaf

Super Marios Bros. 2


One Direction Where We Are tour material wristband

Little Mix Salute tour material wristband

5 Seconds of Summer Where We Are tour material wristband

5 Seconds of Summer ROWYSO rubber wristband

Taylor Swift Red tour rubber wristband

Ed Sheeran X tour rubber wristband 

(Note that bolded items have not been photographed but are still included)

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August 8, 2014: In which Liam and Louis can’t even leave each other alone long enough to walk out for the encore.

Forever and Always- Matt Espinosa Imagine

Forever and Always-Matt Espinosa Imagine A/N: This is somewhat smutty so if you’re uncomfortable I suggest not reading. He’s finally home. Thank God he’s finally home. I swear I don’t think I could last another week without him. My best friend is finally coming home after his year long worldwide tour! I couldn’t be anymore excited. I looked pretty pathetic, waiting by the windowsill for his arrival like a lost puppy dog but I couldn’t help it. I have been separated from my best friend for over a year and it has been killing me. You can only talk for so long on Skype and because of the carrier rates and different time zones I could barely text him. I saw a car drive down my street and pull into the house next door. His house. Yes I know we’re best friends and we live next door to each other how cliché. I saw him get out of the car and helped his mom get his luggage out of the back trunk. He wheeled the luggage inside his front door and I was practically squealing. I was squirming and silently shrieking. “5 more minutes Y/N, 10 tops” I whispered to myself. My mom peered her head our of the kitchen and giggled at me, “Is Matt home?” She asked with a smile. “Yes yes he is. He can come over right? Just for like an hour please mom” I begged. I was so desperate to see him. My mom laughed, “Yes of course hun he can stay for as long as he likes” she said. “YES!” I screeched as I jumped from where I was sitting. All of a sudden I heard the door bell ring. I ran to go open it and there standing in front of me was my best friend Matt. “Hey you” he smiled as he pulled me in for a hug. I was almost in tears while hugging him, I missed him so much. To feel his arms around me was like heaven. We stood out on my porch hugging for a good 5 minutes before I invited him inside. “How was your flight? Was it okay? Jetlagged? How was the tour? What was your favourite city? Meet a lot of fans?” I bombarded him with questions. “Woah woah there Y/N, calm down” he laughed as we sat down on the couch together. I blushed, I hadn’t realized I asked that many questions, “I’m sorry…I just missed you” I said as I looked at the ground. He tilted my chin upwards to face him, “I missed you too” he said. We were sitting side by side, skin touching but that’s how we normally sat. We looked at each other for a minute, locked gazes and then Matt began to lean in. I knew what he wanted to do and I wanted to so badly so I gave in. Even though I knew it would complicate our friendship, I just wanted to kiss Matt so badly. Our lips touched and I had never felt anything more amazing in my life. In that moment, everything else was forgotten. I have kissed other guys before but nothing had ever felt like this. It took a mere 20 seconds for this kiss to go from sweet to sexy. I felt Matt licking my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I parted my lips allowing him access and he battled with my tongue. I felt his hands creep to my back and he pulled me close to him. I laid down on the couch so Matt would hover on top of me. We continued making out like this for what seemed like forever until I pulled away. “Is everything okay babe?” He said while trying to catch his breath. ‘Babe’ the affectionate way he used the term made me feel butterflies in my stomach. “Yeah, its just shouldn’t we talk about this first?” I know that sounded like I totally killed the mood but its the truth, I needed to know if he had feelings for me. He got up off me and returned to our original seated position. He grabbed both of my hands and clasped them in his. “Well its simple” he started, “Once upon a time there was a boy named Matt and a girl named Y/N, they lived next door to each other and became best friends growing up. Matt has always had deep feelings for Y/N but never told her because he thought she didn’t feel the same way. Matt then went away for a year and the entire time he was gone he could not stop thinking about how much he loves Y/N and how he should’ve told her before he left. Idiot right? So Matt made a plan that the first thing he would do when he returned home would be to tell Y/N. And that is what Matt is doing now” he said as he looked me deeply in the eyes. I can’t believe this was happening. I had always been in love with Matt but I never wanted to ruin our friendship because it meant so much to me. “I love you too Matt” was all I could manage to say. I leaned in and kissed him, validating my statement. Sure a relationship wouldn’t be easy but we’ll figure it out. Matt is my forever and always.

The gazette special personal interview Vo.RUKI
  • Interviewer (I): 2014 was a year with all of tour image. Now think back again, how do you feel?
  • Ruki: Actually at the beginning we plant it supposed to be a calm year but look how it turned (smiles) Of course we also had a month before the tour to prepare everything and had 3 tours too. Plus we also took part in Festival show, and making MV "Last heaven", " To dazzling darkness", 2014 turned out a very busy year for us.
  • I: And after finish the hall tour where the main songs from new release "Groan of venomouse cell" with "Toxic" "Division" album were sang,and this time in the live house do you feel any sublimation?
  • Ruki: Yes, i do. There were alot of new discovery for us. Because of the different between hall and live house, we had to fix everything from the start. The atmosphere we made in the hall and live house is not the same, you know. "Ahh, this song, with this song like that...perhaps not suitable to play in the hall, doesnt it?" something like that happened (smiles) and there are also alot of the songs which fans getting like or the songs we want fans like by playing it over and over. Based on those thinking and what we want to impress, i think it was a good combination.
  • I: At the Summer's tour "Pulse wriggling to dim scene" i have the feeling it was a close atmosphere to fans with "touching" (hands)
  • Ruki: I planned to say it in gently way. I feel there were alot of band like that back then. And there also was a band/person who only play in the hall and never understand how the atmostphere in live house is, then there are also the new generation-young people who dont understand even the obvious thing or have tacit understanding. And personally there's some liven-up way i dont like since before and it doesnt change. But this time, with "redefiniton" meaning, its not bad to say about it again. With the meanging of "now or never", we also want the fans who paid to see us enjoy themselve best. At the same time, its also what we want to reach to. With those meaning, "Groan of venomous cell" "03" was born and express our thoughts. And we also hope it will turn out in a good way when we play at the hall. The fact that depending on people, some still cant accept the oppinion of once going to the live show people have to headbang. But we want to tell them the meaning of the joy which we only can enjoy AT THAT TIME.
  • I: I see. And at the final tour "03", March 10th 13th anniversary concert was annouced. Bring back alot of touched feeling when annouced a live show in Budokan and Tokyo Dome in the very first period of Gazette, i think to all the fan, its also the place with full of deeply memories.
  • Ruki: Ahh, think about it...actually we didnt mean in that way. We put the schedule of Budokan on the top concern. We chose Budokan for the anniversary because its empty that day (laugh)
  • I: Obviously indeed (laugh)
  • Ruki: Therefore, when we heard about it and thought "oh, its nice, isnt it, its been a while we havent held the concert there". When we held 10th anniversary, our feeling at that time also has growned up and kinda serious. "thats why in 13 anniversary, we also need to be more serious and make a better concert" (laugh)
  • I: Dose that mean, there will have anniversary every year?
  • Ruki: But honestly we are the band that not care much about anniversary (laugh) But still, comparing to 10th, 13th anniversary bring much more hard-working.
  • I: As expected, this number brings draining, doesnt it?
  • Ruki: Maybe. "something like there also have our 10th anniversary inside" (laugh) When we hadnt created a band, 13th anniversary is something special to us. 13 is not really good number but it is much more like Gazette.
  • I: When know about it, this time Budokan concernt is getting more exiting, right?
  • Ruki: We think about it little by little and what should we do to make its...suprising. In 2014 year tour we almost played all old songs, when re-look that list we found out there is a song we never play again or some rare song which bring a different feeling, or how we should play to make the live more explode, interesting. We have been thinking alot to make the best concert.
  • I: whatever it is, it suppose to be a speical gift to the viewers, doesnt it?
  • Ruki: Maybe. Not sure we will do this again again later (laugh). The fact that its about the song which we never have chance to play.
  • I: By the way, when was a kid, have you ever been to Budokan to see the concert?
  • Ruki: Yes, i have. When Luna Sea released "Style" tour. On the way to go back, during the hall we even delivered our band's leaflet (laugh) To me, Budokan is really huge stage where i stand there i always feel nervous. Its not like the feeling of arena being speard further and further in front of me, its about mysterious feeling which i even dont know what it is.
  • I: Isnt it being holy feeling?
  • Ruki: Maybe. I have that feeling when go inside from the back stage. A very special feeling. i always bow once before i get inside. (laugh)
  • I: And what make me curious is what next after concert
  • Ruki: Of course we will release album. We also have to re-think in some aspect but i guess it will be probaly changing year, including the part we made creation in liveshow 2014
  • I: does it mean the band no longer release the original music again? dont you miss the work in studio?
  • Ruki: Of course not. We always creat the music/song, thats why there is no "miss" here (laugh) But its scary when go inside the studio, specially the rule of how to fit the schedule. its been a while when we do recording, we also know that which we want to reach toward, and the fact of during working make is different. When we want to meet the expectation, probably it needs time. And the thought of making a music which get the lisenter's respecting is always strong.
  • to be continue....
  • (This is my personaly translate lol sorry for my poor English XD)
One Direction + Philly = YAS

One can’t be to sure as to why…but August 13th One Direction basically put on what i would like to think the most entertaining show of the tour thus far…in no particular order here are my reasons why.

1. Lets start with Harold’s hair shall we

It started out all nice and tucked away in this sweet innocent head wrap turban headscarf whatever you wanna call it..then

It ended up unleashing itself from the head wrap where it remained flowing free similar to my raging hormones for the rest of the concert 

2. Zayn did a thing… aside from looking like a damn god who was sent from heaven to grace the earth with his vocals and soft feathery eyelashes

3.While this was occurring we had Liam beatboxing…how does one go from beatboxing to giggling like a school girl? Idk but keep it up Liam.*cue mic flip every .3 seconds

4.Did i mention Harry wore the shirt…

yes this photo was necessary because that was the exact face i made when i found out he had this shirt on his body

Just kidding because this was my face because i actually started crying.

5. Everyone hugging Niall

Im actually offended by this because what about me

6. Liam tossing on a purple hat and singing some MJ

7.Harrys Hair

8.Louis Just being cute as shit like always 

Like did i say you were aloud to prance around with your perfect little ankles showing and jeans so tight on your thighs that some fans including myself were actually begging you to suffocate us with them?


no i did not say you could do this.

9.Harry decided he was going to become my spirit animal and throw a unicorn mask on his head.

also some cheese


11.Harry Styles MOther f-ing HAirrR

12.Liam decided, that he was going to be cute as fucking shit

And then Zayn decided..no Liam you are not going to be cute as fucking shit.


Olly short for Oliver because i fucking like that name it just fits well.

14. Zayn..just Zayn


15. Finally we spent the afternoon on Twitter wondering why this girl wore a wedding dress to the concert..some of you may have even laughed WELL YOU CAN GUESS WHO WAS FUCKING LAUGHING WHEN HARRY STYLES HIMSELF PROPOSED TO HER ON STAGE DURING THE CONCERT

Basically at this point i was being strapped to a gurney and rushed to the ER because my vision went blurry and then my life ended.

16. Last but not least…Lirry dancing oh my sweet jesus this was just wow.















Remind me again why I’m sitting here writing this post and not at the Concert in Philly tonight like i had planned….

Hope i didn’t leave anything out if i did be sure to set my ass straight and tell me 

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The Unholy Trinity (or That Time Mercedes Lost Her Innocence)

Mercedes has always known that Santana and Brittany are kinda freaky.  It’s not like it was a secret, not the way the two used to be at McKinley, sharing guys and giggling over sex tips in Cosmo.  Even after they got together officially and became completely exclusive, they were still randy as hell, making out at Glee parties, and hooking up backstage at Nationals. 

But going on tour with them?  The Lord knows Mercedes has a certain amount of tolerance for PDA, but being a dedicated virgin, and completely missing her dumb but studly ex-boyfriend, Mercedes is never more grateful when they make a mall stop in Bridgeport and Quinn texts them all that she’s coming in from New Haven to stay the weekend in their hotel room.  Because seriously, Santana and Brittany are worse than cats in heat.    And her God Squad sister Quinn will put them in their place. 

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the GazettE Personal long interview ACT 1: RUKI (part 2)

(click here for part 1)

That up and down of feelings everyday is something that naturally comes into being. In those down times, it’s about how much of it I can successfully link to the production.

――So, you really took your time when you were working on DOGMA. That being the case, I suppose it was also easy to control the feelings that you were expressing, wasn’t it??
Hm, I wonder how it is. For humans, that up and down of feelings that we experience everyday, is something that comes into being naturally. In those down times, it’s about to what extent I can successfully link it to the production. Honestly, controlling that is a difficult matter…

――Some artists just need to thoroughly devote their time in order to be able to make a convincing and satisfactory work.
For the GazettE it’s like, if we have the time, we put all of it into the production and if that’s the case, the completion tends to be pretty late. On the contrary, when we don’t have time, we can get along with a short and intensive production. But working on an album is tiresome, I guess (bitter smile). Compared to other productions, DOGMA is one of those albums, we spent quite some time on. Although, if you asked us if we had a lot of free time to spare, that wasn’t the case at all. When we spend a reasonable amount of time before making up our minds about certain compositions, we arrange the recording and editing of songs that we’ve already decided on, and before actually reaching a finished form, we keep repeating that process of searching for the ideal form. In fact, why did we have so many song selection meetings? Cause that’s also an essential and important part in the process.

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Lauren Aquilina

The rules say our emotions don’t comply

But we’ll defy the rules until we die 

So let’s be sinners to be saints

And let’s be winners by mistake

The world may disapprove 

But my world is only you 

But if we’re sinners then it feels like heaven to me


21 minutes of Harry in Phoenix is 21 minutes of heaven.

honeyjmn  asked:

Can you write one of Skyping with Ashton where he acts like how he does in the twitcams!! (Like walking around his place showing you around and playing music and dancing and introducing the rest of the band to you)

“and this is the garage,” he said, walking into the large concrete room with his phone raised so just the top of his head was in the bottom of the frame, his wild curls all over the place. “i told you all about the garage, right?” he giggled, panning across the room so you could see the final stop on the tour of his house. 

“yeah, ashton,” you laughed along with him. “you’ve told me all about the garage.” one thing you knew about ashton was that he loved to repeat things even if he told you before. he told you multiple times about the garage, how it was the place where he practiced with his band. 

but you didn’t mind, you loved seeing the passion in his eyes when he talked about music. “and this,” ashton said, dragging out the last syllable. “is the band that you’ve heard so much about.”

he moved the camera towards the door of the garage, three other people standing there awkwardly. you waved, not really knowing what else to do. “wave back, you idiots,” ashton laughed, consequently making his friends wave. “from left to right, that’s michael, luke, and calum. guitar, lead singer, bass. and your boy plays the drum, as you know.” 

“i can already see you selling millions of records,” you said. you had heard a few of their rough cuts of songs. you knew michael was an amazing song writer and luke had a voice that sounded like it was from heaven. calum was a beast on bass, and you knew ashton was a very talented drummer. 

“damn straight, and when we go on tour, your state is going to be the first stop,” ashton promised, moving the camera so now that his face was filling up the frame. only both of you didn’t know that very thing was going to happen. you both didn’t know that his career would take off, gaining more fame by the day. 

and ashton fought his management, finally sending you a text, ‘guess where the first tour stop is.’

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Flashing Lights | Chapter Six


A/N: I’m sorry for taking so long to upload this chapter. I’ve feeling poorly and had a hectic week at school. Anyway here it is, hope you like it!

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I could feel his warm, wet lips everywhere: my cheeks, my nose, my forehead, my eyelids, my jaw and finally my lips. I smiled as he covered my face in soft kisses and then I could feel his smile against my own. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking a few times, and found him lying on me, straddling my waist. I hummed in appreciation and tangled my fingers in his long, brown curls, pulling him to me. As my tongue entered his mouth, he pulled back and I pouted.

“Don’t pout baby, if I let you do that, there’s no way we’ll be leaving this bed anytime soon, and we need to be at my mum’s around twelve for lunch” It was the day after he’d asked me to go with him and I’d said yes. To be honest, I was more than nervous about meeting his family. What if they didn’t like me? Would that change Harry’s opinion about me and about us? What if they thought I wasn’t enough for Harry?

“Hmmm… We have plenty of time, kiss me baby” I pulled him to me again and he chuckled before connecting his lips with mine.

“Baby come on” he spoke against my lips, smiling into our kiss, “we have to go, get up” I growled but got up when he rolled to the side.He was already ready to go. Dressed in his black ripped jeans and a grey sweater, he made me want to snuggle with him even more.

I picked up my jeans from the floor and put them on, then I took off his t-shirt (now mine) and tossed it in the pile of dirty clothes he had in the corner of him bedroom. He hummed in appreciation, causing me to look up at him as I picked up my shirt. He was sitting on the bed watching me intently as I got dressed, smirking at me.

“I love seeing you naked, it makes me want to toss you in this bed and make love to you for hours” my heart fluttered at the mention of the word “love” and also at the thought of making love for hours. It had been almost a week since we’d last had sex and I knew he missed it as much as me. I smiled at him, but the thing was, I was nervous about meeting his family, I wanted them to like me, I knew how important family was to Harry and how happy it’d make him if I had a good relationship with the most important people in his life. “ What’s wrong baby,” he asked, interrupting my thoughts.

“Nothing, everything’s great” I tried to flash him a smile that seemed genuine but when he got up from bed and took me in his arms I knew i’d failed.

“Are you nervous?” He kissed the top of my head and then pulled back so he could look properly at me.

“What if they don’t like me Harry? What if I do or say something stupid? I’m afr-” I didn’t have time to finish before his lips were pressed to mine softly.

“Stop! They will love you… Gemma will be stoked for having a new friend to get drunk with and my mum and Robin will love you too! Please don’t be nervous, this is important to me baby and I hope one day you feel ready for me to meet your family too” my eyes opened wide at his last sentence. My family was… problematic at the least, I didn’t want Harry to have to go through all that shit. I decided to distract him and not talk about that.

“It really means a lot to me that you want to do this, thank you baby” I kissed him, a kiss that started soft and innocent but became urgent and full of desire as soon as our tongues touched. I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him to me. He took small steps until the back of my knees were touching the end of the bed he pushed me on the bed so that I was laying there with him settled between my legs. With one of his arms around my waist he hitched me up and took my bra off. “I thought we didn’t have time for this…” I murmured amused at his sudden change of mind.

“And we don’t but lunch can wait, this can’t” he kissed me again and soon we were lost in each other.



We arrived at his mum’s house almost one hour later, but she didn’t mind. In fact the moment she saw Harry, I believe she forgot everything else and unpunctuality was just a minor, insignificant detail.

As soon as she opened the door and saw Harry standing there, she took him in his arms, a smile from ear to ear plastered on her face. She was beautiful, which was something I already assumed with just one look at Harry. She was slightly tanned, like her son, brown eyes, dark hair and a smile that was exactly the same as Harry.

She let go of Harry, who put one arm around my shoulders, and looked at me.

“You must be Joanna! Harry’s told me a lot about you” She hugged me and all my uneasiness was gone. Anne was so nice and I loved her already.

“Hi, it’s really nice to meet you, Harry’s told me a lot about you too” I looked up at Harry and saw he had an enormous smile on his face, which I was sure was mirrored on my face.

It smelled good in the house. It smelled like Christmas. Cookies baking, the fireplace on and cinnamon candles. It reminded me of my childhood back at home and I felt more comfortable here than I thought I would.

“ I told you she’d love you” He whispered in my ear. I turned around in his arms, and he bent down to peck my lips. I heard someone come downstairs and he let go of me when a silvered hair girl hugged him. “I can’t believe you changed your hair color again, Gem. I have to tell Lou to stop doing this” He hugged her tight and I knew she was his sister. She seemed cool and funny, and I found myself wishing I had a family like his.

She pinched his nipple and he wriggled out of her arms, she turned around and smiled at me “Hi, I’m Gemma, Harry’s sister” I shook her hand and noticed she was very beautiful, what a family!

“Hi, I’m Joanna…” I didn’t really know how to introduce myself to his family, what was I supposed to say? I wasn’t sure what we really were or if we were together, as in boyfriend and girlfriend, and I didn’t want to rush things. I’d been nervous about meeting his family, but, for some unknown reason, I was more nervous meeting his sister than his mother. Knowing Gemma and Harry had a close relationship I was afraid she didn’t like me, and that it would change Harry’s opinion about us.

My heart fluttered when Harry took my hand in his, lacing our fingers. My eyes snapped to his green ones, surprised at his public display of affection, but couldn’t help smile when he flashed me his boyish shy smile.

He took a deep breath and brought my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles gently “Gem, this is Joanna, my girlfriend” He didn’t take his eyes off mine while he said it and I don’t know why but hearing him calling me that, announcing that to his family, made my heart beat faster and my smile widen. I squeezed his hand and he did the same before looking at his sister, who had a small smile on her lips.

“Stop being cute and let’s eat, we’ve been waiting for you and I’m starving” We laughed and my worries evaporated, at least for a while.



Lunch was nice. Robin, Harry’s step dad, was charming and friendly like the rest of the family. He’d been with Anne since for about ten years, which seemed like a long time to me, but it also made me wonder what’d happen to Harry’s real dad. He’d never said a word about him but I guess everyone has family problems. I was sitting next to Harry, who’d only let go of my hand to eat properly.

We talked about everything. I learnt Gemma had graduated recently and was looking for a job. She was nice and funny. She seemed someone who could be a great friend and even greater company for a girls night. I remembered Harry saying she liked to go out and have a drink with her friends and decided I’d ask her to go out and have a drink someday so we could know each other better.

“Mum did you know Joanna’s portuguese? And she lived in France too?” I blushed and he squeezed my thigh, reassuring me.

Anne beamed at me “Really? We went to Portugal once, a long long time ago. It was very pretty, beautiful beaches and wonderful weather” I smiled thinking about my country, I missed it sometimes.

“It’s amazing. Everything’s amazing there. I miss it very much. Did you visit Lisbon?”

“No, it wasn’t Lisbon, we stayed at this beach house in Algarve I think” I remembered going to Algarve with my family. It was tradition. Even after moving to Paris we always spent at least a weekend there. I wondered if my dad still had that house.

“Algarve is beautiful but Lisbon… Lisbon is the heart of the country. It’s amazing.”

Harry caressed my thigh “We’ve played a gig in Lisbon once and I wanted to go sightseeing, but it was the last concert of the tour and we were all eager to come back home. Will you take me there sometime?” I didn’t know what to answer. Portugal was my heaven. It was were all my good memories were. Where I’d been happy, and I was afraid to take Harry somewhere so special to me, but then I realized he made me happy, and I did want to take him there and create more good memories there.

“Sure, that’d would be amazing” He kissed my cheek, making my heart flutter and my cheeks turn scarlet red. Gem rolled her eyes playfully while Anne smiled kindly at us.

Harry’s hand returned to my thigh, this time higher than before and a shiver ran through my body. I took his hand in mine and pressed his palm before lacing our fingers once again, in a small thank you for all of this.



After lunch, Anne, Robin and Gemma left to go shopping, leaving Harry and I alone. We were curled up in the couch, his body spooning mine, his face resting on the crook of my neck and his hand caressing my belly under the covers his mum had given us.

We were watching a christmas episode of friends and only then did I see the big christmas tree in the living room by the fireplace with already a few presents underneath it. This house reminded me of my childhood. My happy days spent in Portugal with my family. When Mum and Dad were still together and happy.

The smell reminded me of the cookies my grandma used to cook while I ran around the house playing with my cousins. I missed all of it and I knew I’d never have that again. Christmas now were spent with Ben’s rather awkward family but it was always better than spending it alone or with my own family.

I was pulled back to reality when Harry kissed my neck tenderly, “What’s wrong?” He had a frown in place and he looked worried.

I smiled, he was always so attentive and caring “Nothing’s wrong” I turned to him and snuggled against his chest, my hands playing with his necklaces that he always wore, “This house reminds me of old times that’s all” I kissed his chest, over his heart and closed my eyes while he played with my hair.

“Good times or bad times?” He dropped a kiss on my forehead. A small gesture sweet gesture that made my heart melt.

“Good times. Very happy times.” We were quiet for awhile. I was so happy right then I felt like I could burst, but I was also scared. Last time I’d felt like that, I’d ended up with a broken heart.

“What are you doing on christmas?” He asked, softly caressing my neck. His green, sparkling eyes on mine.

“Uh… I usually spend it with Ben or alone. My brother never comes to London and he’s never asked me to go to Manchester, I think he actually goes to Paris with his wife every year”

“Why don’t you go to Paris too? You don’t spend christmas with your dad?”

“Things between us are… complicated. My mum and I don’t speak to each other and my dad… well, since my mum left him he’s been completely lost. He never feels like celebrating anything so he actually asked us to not come see him. I miss him though and I’m worried about him” I did miss him. There were a million reasons for me not to speak to my mum but leaving my dad was the worst. He was so in love with her and she just left him. Since then he lost the will to live.

“Would you like to spend christmas with me?” I was surprised about his question. I was definitely not expecting him to ask me that. We’d only know each other for a couple of weeks and he was asking me to spend christmas with his family?

“Are you sure Harry? I mean… I’d love to but isn’t it a bit early?” He glanced down at my hands that kept playing with his necklaces and I could see he was somehow nervous. I brought my hand up and held his face in my hand, stroking his cheek softly. He leaned into my touch and turned his head to kiss the palm of my hand.

“I’m sure. It is a bit early but what I feel for you… It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this. My mum loves you, and seeing you and Gemma talk and laugh together made me see that I want this -I want us- more than I thought I did…” I smiled shyly at him, more than pleased to hear what he’d just said.

“Ok, I’ll come then. And I want us too. You make me so happy” He pushed his lips against mine and shifted so he was lying on me. Our kiss quickly became lustful and wild.

His hands grabbed the hem of my shirt lifting it up slowly as I did the same with his t-shirt. Once both our t-shirts were on the floor, Harry stared at me, his eyes now a darker shade of green but still as beautiful as ever.

He licked his lips and whispered “You’re so beautiful, you take my breath away” He bent down and sucked on my neck while one of his hands caressed every inch of my torso until he reached my navel. He unbuttoned my jeans with one hand and nudged my legs apart with his knee. I opened my eyes and smirked when I saw his cock straining against his tight jeans. I was about to take his jeans off when I felt something at my feet and heard a bell.

“What the hell was that?” My eyes jerked up to his when he chuckled. A small grin pulling at his lips.

“That’d be Dusty” What the fuck? “Come here buddy, now is not a good time” I laughed when he picked up Dusty, his cat, and shooed him away. I couldn’t stop laughing.

“What are you laughing at?” He positioned himself between my legs, kissing my belly and coming up to my valley between my breasts and finally my lips while he held one of my breasts in his hand, teasing, causing my nipples to harden against the soft fabric of my bra.

“Baby… What if your parents show up?” I didn’t want his parents to caught us having sex on their couch and even less on the day I met them.

“They’ll be out a while” He tilted my head up so he could latch his lips on my neck again, kissing and biting. I’d have to cover up his love bites again like I’d done all week.

I put my arms around his shoulders trying to get him as close as can be to me and found myself lost in him. I kissed his neck and he let out a small groan when I sucked on his sweet spot. His hands slipped down my body to push my jeans off when we both heard Dusty meow. I turned my head to the side and laughed when I saw the cat sitting there looking at both of us.

Harry sighed and collapsed on top of me “Jesus mate, will you leave us alone a for a few minutes? I’ll feed you later” The cat meowed again and I couldn’t stop laughing. The situation was too funny not to. Harry and I trying to have sex on his parents couch but being constantly interrupted by a hungry cat. “Ok, I’m coming” He gave me a sweet peck on the lips before he got up, adjusting his groin area.

Harry joins me minutes later minus one cat following him, “Come with me, let me show you something” I took his hand and let him lead the way. As we climbed the stairs he pinched my bum and I slapped his hand away, glaring playfully at him, while he smiled his boyish grin at me, proud of himself. I loved being with Harry like this. Having fun and laughing.

He gave me a small tour, gesturing to each door and telling me whose room it was. He stopped in front of a door and took my hand in his. He opened the door and lead me inside “This is my room” I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t what I saw. The walls were white, posters covering a rather large part of it, there was a black twin bed and a black bedside table with some books on it and a small lamp next to them.

Everywhere I looked there I could only see him. There were posters and concert tickets all over the walls. There were a few other stuff on the walls that looked like gifts from fans, drawings and letters. But something caught my eye. It was a photo of a very young Harry, probably seven years old Harry, with an old man, who I assumed was his dad. They looked alike, not as much as Harry and Anne, but still. They were sitting on a couch, wearing christmas jumpers and ear-to-ear smiles on their faces. They looked happy and I wondered once again what’d happen to him and why Harry had never talked about him.

“You’re the first girl to ever come in here…” My eyes snapped to his, he stood by the door, ankles crossed, looking at me, gauging my reaction.

“Really? You’ve never had one of your girlfriends come here before?” his eyes traveled down my body and we both chuckled when we realized I was still shirtless.

"Only this girlfriend I had when I was fifteen. I meant like proper girlfriend, you’re the first” I was thrilled to know I was his first something, a guy like him, who has traveled and seen so much probably didn’t have many firsts left.

“Did you have sex with that girl in here?” I stepped towards him, unbuttoning my jeans, eager to continue what we’d started downstairs.

He grinned at me, “Felicity only let me get to second base, not that I was ready to do much more to be honest” I wondered what she looked like and how he was as as teenager. But then a funny thought came into my mind.

I stopped my striptease and grinned at him, “Wait… you’re telling me you didn’t have sex with Felicity but you told me she was your first girlfriend… How old were you when you lost your virginity?” He smiled shyly at me and pulled me into his arms, reaching down to take my jeans off. I pulled back to look at him, waiting for an answer “How old were you?” He buried his head in my neck.

“Seventeen, almost eighteen” he mumbled. I didn’t know why but I liked it that he’d waited so long to take that step in his life.

“But you were in the X Factor at that time weren’t you?” He nodded, still hiding away from me. Who could have been his first? I didn’t keep up with gossip magazines or anything for that matter but my eyes widened when I remembered one of my friends talking about his relationship with a much older woman, “Was Caroline Flack your first?” When he didn’t answer I knew I was right. I chuckled thinking about a seventeen years old Harry with zero experience with a woman who was at least ten years older than him and way more experienced.

“Does it bother you?” He asked softly. I didn’t understand why he asked me that. Should it bother me? If it should, it didn’t. It was funny and sweet. And who knows, she probably taught him some good stuff.

I tugged his hair at the nape of his neck so he’d finally look at me. He had this timid look on his eyes, “Why do you think it’d bother me? Of course it doesn’t baby. Actually I find it very sweet that you waited so long” he gave me small smile and then he smirked, making me mirror his expression.

He took my jeans off, and then took his own jeans off. We were both standing in his childhood room, staring at each other, almost naked and with stupid grins on our faces.

He held my head in his hands and pushed his lips against mine, his tongue entering my mouth without permission. He was hard again, I could feel him pressing against my belly and he cursed when I took hold of his cock and squeezed it gently, “Fuck baby, come here” he laid me on the bed, positioning himself between my thighs, the tip of his dick rubbing torturously against my clit, making me gasp.

He took my bra off as I removed his briefs, and his warm mouth was instantly on my nipple, twirling it around, sucking and biting while his other hand traveled to my knickers pushing it aside. He rubbed my clit slowly with his thumb while his middle finger running along my wet folds. I moaned and his mouth left my breasts to press against my lips suppressing the sounds I was making.

“Baby, this will have to be quick, they’ll be back soon” he withdrew his fingers and ran them along my lower lip, his eyes never leaving mine. I was about to lick my lips clean when he dropped a sweet kiss on my mouth and hummed, “you taste so good, I can’t wait to have my mouth on you again” I moaned against his lips, and felt him smile.

We both gasped and exhaled loudly when he entered me. Slowly at first, his mouth on mine, but I could only moan when he lifted my legs and locked them around his waist to thrust deeper.

He was slow and gentle, but as we got closer to our orgasm he started moving faster and harder, deeper. I let out a cry when he hit that special spot and didn’t stop when we heard the entrance door open and voices downstairs.

My eyes were wide and I was shocked, not knowing what to do, but Harry didn’t stop, he kept going, reaching between us, he rubbed my clit fast, and with one wise thrush he sent over the edge.

He dropped his lips to mine hard to muffle my cries while I craved my nails into the skin of his shoulders. His thrusts becoming sloppier and his breathing increasing, I knew he was close.

“Come on baby, come for me” as soon as I said those words, he came inside me, biting my lower lip to control his rather loud sounds.

I could still hear voices downstairs and I was sure Harry’s family was finally back and I thanked god we didn’t stay in the living room.

He collapsed on top of me, still kissing me gently to ease away the pain he’d just inflicted in me when he sank his teeth inflicted to my bottom lip making it bleed. I ran my hand up and down his back, feeling the hard muscles of his amazing body while we both recovered.

“Glad we came upstairs after all” he said against my lips. There was a knock on the door and we both got up as quickly as possible, retrieving our clothes that are scattered all over the floor.

“Haz, are you in there?” It was Gem. I searched everywhere for my shirt but couldn’t find it anywhere. Harry handed me a clean shirt from his closet and I put it on. I was terrified to face his sister, what if she’d heard us? What if his mum heard us? What a good impression to give on the day we met.

Harry on the other way had a smug grin on his face as I attempted to look decent and I wanted to slap it off his face. “Just a minute Gem” he came to me, kissed me chastely on the lips and then opened the door.

Gemma stood outside with a grin that matched the one on her brother’s face and when she winked at me I wanted to dig a hole and bury my head in it.

“Mum wants you to come downstairs, she wants your help with something on the kitchen” one of her hands was behind her back and I whispered a curse when her grin widened and she gave me my shirt. Of course. I’d let it downstairs when he took it off. “Next time pay more attention where you leave your clothes. This time I picked it up before mum saw it but maybe you won’t be very lucky next time and I doubt you want to have the talk with mum again” She smiled at me and closed the door. I felt my cheeks burning and when I looked at Harry he was smiling apologetically at me.

“I’m sorry, she’s a tease” he chuckled and I buried my head in my hands. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead.

“I can’t believe your sister basically caught us having sex, she’ll think I’m some kind of nympho who can’t control herself” he laughed and it was such a beautiful sound it was infectious and I couldn’t help laugh with him.

“Gem’s cool. She’s probably happy I’m finally getting laid” he kissed me chastely on the lips and stepped away to change his clothes while I sat at the end of the bed watching him.

He was so beautiful it hurt. Every part of him was beautiful: his sea-green eyes, his dazzling smile, his hard chest… absolutely everything, but my favourite one was, without a single doubt, his personality. He was a good person, loving, polite, intelligent, funny…

“Is everything ok baby?” He asked, pulling my attention away from my thoughts to him with a soft caress on my cheek. He was bending to be eye-level with me. I looked up into his eyes and smiled shyly at him, causing him to smile wider.

“Everything is perfect. Thank you” I got up from the bed and locked my arms around his waist, wanting to feel the heat of his body and the hard muscles of his torso. “Thank you for bringing me here” I mumbled into his chest.

“No. Thank you for coming!” with two long fingers, he tilted my head up making me look up. With his eyes locked on mine, he approached our faces and dropped his lips to mine, in a slow, soft kiss.

When I reopened my eyes, his forehead resting on mine, our eyes locked, I realized that I was falling fast and hard for this man. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel the need to run away from my feelings. Things were complicated and I was scared but I was ready to fight for him. Fight for us.



You take in a shaky breath and look down at the envelope in your hands. Harry scrawled your name in his effortlessly elegant (if slightly illegible) handwriting, and you can hardly bear to look at it. He left for tour one week ago, and it’s your first day of medical school. Without him. The thought of academic rigour is overwhelming enough without the added confusion of being without him after a year of constant companionship.

You sit on the chair by your bedroom door, the chair that still smelled faintly of Bleu de Chanel, and you open the letter, careful not to tear the writing on the front.

He’s written it on the proper stationery that Anne bought him for Christmas last year, and a golden and black H.S. is emblazoned at the top, reminiscent of one of his Gucci suits: flashy and ridiculous, but somehow still genuine. Just like your Harry.


I couldn’t find the words to say to you, so I borrowed some song lyrics from our younger selves. D’you remember when I told you how I used to listen to “Songbird” by Fleetwood Mac and imagine my future? And you laughed, because you knew just the feeling, but listened to a different song on repeat. Music got us both through such hard times, before we even found each other. I’d like to think that you listened to your song while I listened to mine, while we imagined our lives together before we even met. (Remember how you were so embarrassed about liking music by a gangly fucker with tattoos and too much hair? I guess your tastes haven’t changed too much, have they?)

“Oh, I know that I am here and you are there, but we still have our love

we move just like the moon and sun

the sun comes up, the moon rolls down

a world apart, but they don’t make a sound

they know their love spins us ‘round

I’ve been to Heaven, I’ve been to Hell

I’ve been to Vegas and God knows where else

but nothing feels like home

like you, babe

I love you more than you will ever know.”

We’re a continent apart, but we’ve been there before. No matter where we are, or how long we’ve been apart, I’ve never felt more comfortable with anyone else, never felt more sure of anything else. I feel so lucky that we can be pursuing our dreams separately and becoming who we’re meant to become without having even the slightest doubts about our relationship. I know that I’ll come home to you between breaks on tour. I know that you’ll come to spend Christmas with my family. Skype dates, love letters, and constant texts may be a poor surrogate for holding you in my arms, but it’ll just make coming home that much better.

“'Cause I feel that when I’m with you,

It’s alright, I know it’s right.

And the songbirds are singing,

Like they know the score,

And I love you, I love you, I love you,

Like never before.

And I wish you all the love in the world,

But most of all, I wish it from myself.

And the songbirds keep singing,

Like they know the score,

And I love you, I love you, I love you,

Like never before, like never before.”

Isn’t it funny, how well these songs relate to each other? And to us? Even when we’re apart, I’m reminded of you by every beautiful thing in this world. The sun, the moon, and even the songbirds will keep us together when we’re miles apart. You’ll always be the anchor that keeps my feet on the ground, and I’ll be the wings that keep your heart in the clouds.

So, because I’m a tattooed miscreant and not a medical doctor, I’ve gotten a sun tattooed above my heart, right next to one of my swallows. Swallows are songbirds, and they always find their way back home. That way, I’ll have a constant reminder that you’re never far, and that we’ll always find our way back to one another. I left you a little reminder as well, but I’ve hidden it in my sock drawer because I didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before. I love you more than you will ever know.

Very sincerely,

Your songbird

You’re not sure whether you should let out a sigh of relief, a loving chuckle, or an anguished sob. He knows you so well that it hurts, but his letter reminds you that distance cannot ruin what you have. You walk to the dresser and open his sock drawer. Amidst the woolen bundles is a tiny silver box. After lifting it gingerly out of the drawer and opening the lid, you discover a moonstone pendant on a thin golden chain. With a smile, you clasp it around your neck, glad to have a constant reminder that the love of your life is pursuing his dreams while you pursue your own.