wish i could go to new york

Harry Styles: Singer Opens Up About Famous Flings, Honest New LP
One Direction's Harry Styles goes deep on love, family and his heartfelt new solo debut in our revealing feature.

January 2016. There’s a bench at the top of Primrose Hill, in London, that looks out over the skyline of the city. If you’d passed by it one winter night, you might have seen him sitting there. A lanky guy in a wool hat, overcoat and jogging pants, hands thrust deep into his pockets. Harry Styles had a lot on his mind. He had spent five years as the buoyant fan favorite in One Direction; now, an uncertain future stretched out in front of him. The band had announced an indefinite hiatus. The white noise of adulation was gone, replaced by the hushed sound of the city below.

The fame visited upon Harry Styles in his years with One D was a special kind of mania. With a self-effacing smile, a hint of darkness and the hair invariably described as “tousled,” he became a canvas onto which millions of fans pitched their hopes and dreams. Hell, when he pulled over to the side of the 101 freeway in L.A. and discreetly threw up, the spot became a fan shrine. It’s said the puke was even sold on eBay like pieces of the Berlin Wall. Paul McCartney has interviewed him. Then there was the unauthorized fan-fiction series featuring a punky, sexed-up version of “Harry Styles.” A billion readers followed his virtual exploits. (“Didn’t read it,” comments the nonfiction Styles, “but I hope he gets more than me.”)

But at the height of One D–mania, Styles took a step back. For many, 2016 was a year of lost musical heroes and a toxic new world order. For Styles, it was a search for a new identity that began on that bench overlooking London. What would a solo Harry Styles sound like? A plan came into focus. A song cycle about women and relationships. Ten songs. More of a rock sound. A bold single-color cover to match the working title: Pink. (He quotes the Clash’s Paul Simonon: “Pink is the only true rock & roll colour.”) Many of the details would change over the coming year – including the title, which would end up as Harry Styles – but one word stuck in his head.

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Hi my name is Alexander Hamilton and I have long powdery grey hair and a lot of people tell me I remind them of George Washington (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to John Laurens but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m also a Founding Father, and I work for a government called the United States of America where I’m the Secretary of the Treasury. I’m a federalist (in case you couldn’t tell). I love Hercules Mulligan and I buy all my clothes from him. For example today I was wearing a black coat with matching black breeches and a white caravat. I was walking outside in New York. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about so I could go home and write unlike John Adams. A lot of Democratic-Republicans stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

On Keeping a Notebook

“Keepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and resistant rearrangers of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentiment of loss…But our notebooks give us away, for however dutifully we record what we see around us, the common denominator of all we see is always, transparently, shamelessly, the implacable ‘I.’  We are not talking here about the kind of notebook that is patently for public consumption, a structural conceit for binding together a series of graceful pensées; we are talking about something private, about bits of the mind’s string too short to use, an indiscriminate and erratic assemblage with meaning only for its maker.”

by Joan Didion
(1966), in Slouching Towards Bethlehem, 1969, London: Andre Deutch.

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♡ masterlist ♡


  1. “Don’t want my baby girl in pain”
  2. “Sweet little baby, can’t wait to hug her”
  3. “I’m just admiring the view”
  4. “I love your cuddles”
  5. “I’m not Niall” (Part 1), “You seem pretty cool” (Part 2)
  6. “Stop being grumpy, I love you”
  8. “I really really love and appreciate you”
  9. “I’m so fucking sorry for letting you down”
  10. “Thank you so much for making my son happy”
  11. “Get your ass down here bc I miss you”
  12. “Aw, can we take naps together?”
  13. “Because I feel like she’s replacing me”
  14. “I just miss my baby a lot”
  15. “Do you want me to lie”
  16. “Oh wow you really don’t get it, do you?” (Part 1),“Wow you really are childish” (Part 2), “I fucked up, I know that” (Part 3, written form)
  17. “I’ll just have to deal with all the horny teens”
  18. “But minutes ago I was cheating on you”
  19. “Baby doll”
  20. “Don’t doubt yourself”
  21. “I’m the luckiest”
  22. Harry wants to surprise you
  23. You swoon over Harry pictures from the Dunkirk premiere
  24. Harry is doing promo in America but you want cuddles
  25. Harry went to the gym then took a picture with a fan and you drool over it
  26. You watch harry’s performance and tell him how proud you are of him
  27. Harry surprises you with a holiday and you surprise him with something else
  28. Harry regrets breaking up with you
  29. You drunk text Harry
  30. Harry joins you on your family holiday where he meets your family for the first time
  31. Harry is your boss and he asks you on a date 
  32. You tell Harry about the new addition to your guys’ family
  33. You show Harry the new bra you bought
  34. Harry is dating your older sister but drunk texts you
  35. Harry gushes over you at the premiere you attend
  36. You’re hinting that you’re pregnant but Harry’s in a meeting
  37. Harry is supposed to be away but he stayed and surprised you at your front door
  38. Harry and Liam got in a fight because he tells Harry he loves you and you find out through text
  39. Harry is your best friend and you went out clubbing where you both express how you feel towards each other
  40. Harry asks for nudes
  41. Harry is nervous to announce your kids that he’s going to be their stepfather
  42. Harry wants round two of your guys’ night before
  43. Harry’s in America and you see a picture of him with another woman
  44. You ask Harry for a nude
  45. You’re insecure about being plus size so you ask Harry why he’s with you
  46. Harry gets hard on stage when he sees you enjoying yourself


  1. You’re literally all I need
  2. “Promise ring”
  3. New York // Part 1Part 2
  4. Wedding in Hawaii // Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3


  1. “Well, u better do blondie. X”
  2. “I’m the nerd of the band”
  3. “I don’t think it works baby girl”
  4. “I wish I could cuddle you right now”
  5. “Please, don’t cry, princess”
  6. “So I’m letting you go”
  7. “Horan, chill your titties”
  8. “Your ass in my hands and your legs around my neck”
  9. “I don’t wanna see you” (Part 1),“You better not or I’ll mess your face up” (Part 2)
  10. “I’m not mad, don’t worry” (Part 1),“I wanted to cuddle and watch movies with you” (Part 2)
  11. “Get your shit together I’ll be there in 5″
  12. “I’m just a bit shocked”
  13. “I’m lucky to have you”
  14. Niall wants you back
  15. Niall wants to be more than friends


  1. “Sing your heart out, super star”
  2. “Been too long since I saw your handsome face”
  3. “I really need to see her”
  4. “Fuck you, Liam”
  5. “I’ll just break up with you now”
  6. “I don’t want to hear your voice right about now”
  7. “Can you please forgive me baby?”
  8. “Why would we get sued”
  9. “This is crucial for me to know because?”
  10. Liam and you react to each other’s shirtless pictures


  1. “Brother from another mother”
  2. “You my love are insatiable”
  3. “I take pinky promises very very seriously”
  4. “You honestly look fire baby girl”
  5. “The boys said I fancied you”
  6. “I’m buying you chocolate and giving you cuddles”
  7. “The love of my damn life cheated on me”
Bad Boy! Tom AU Part 2

i mean you don’t have to but if i were you i’d read part 1 before i read this

Pairings: Bad Boy!Tom Holland x Reader

Warning(s)?: A N G S T Y but also F L U F F Y, ((drugs))

Word Count: ~1,900

Summary: Tom and Reader try to make the most of their last day together before he has a flight to escape from his hometown.

A/N: y'all asked for it.. so here it is!!! i didn’t proof read this at all before i posted so hopefully it’s not trash

It was a Saturday morning you woke up entangled in a pair of arms. Opening your eyes, you found that Tom was still sleeping, his face gleaming ever so slightly due to the sunlight peaking in through your blinds. You couldn’t help but admire him and how peaceful he looked, his hair disheveled and his bare chest rising and falling. Studying the various scratches and wounds on his body, you trailed your finger down his ribcage lightly. You tried not to wake him as you slowly pried one of his arms off your waist so that you could slide out from under the covers.

You walked over to your bathroom and stood in front of your mirror, taking time to inspect the mess atop of your head that you called hair. Your eyes trailed from your hair, to your face, and then to your neck, where multiple subtle spots were scattered on the side of your neck. Your lips turned upwards as your fingers grazed the bruised area, remembering the night before when Tom’s lips were attached to your skin, leaving kisses all down your neck lazily as you lied in bed on your phone.

This had been you and Tom’s relationship for the past few weeks. There were constant sleepovers, spontaneous outings, and an endless amount of kisses. You didn’t dare ask Tom what you guys were, because any type of commitment scared the shit out of him. When you’d hear him get home in the untimely hours of the morning from doing who knows what all day with his friends (he still wouldn’t tell you), you’d scurry down to your front door, ushering him inside and sneaking upstairs into your room where you would lie in bed and cuddle, kiss, or both. Really you just wanted to spend as much time with him as possible before he left for New York, and the days had snuck up on you; he was leaving today.

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(Loki x reader) My little girl

Originally posted by lokis--queen

Request:  Hey can I make a Loki fic request, where you’re a single mom to a little girl that you had with Loki after a one night stand (before the attack with the chitauri) and he doesn’t know about her?

A/N: Heyy, this is fluff overload and I hope you like it! Also sorry if your name is Laura, just imagine a Lorelai/Rory type situation (if you understand that reference, have a cookie)

Words: 2118

You sat on the couch watching tv in your small apartment, appreciating the time you had been given. You had just gotten your daughter to sleep after a painful three hours of coaxing, lullabies, and reading her favourite stories. She was a pain sometimes, but she was a pain you were more than willing to put up with. You changed the channels a few times before standing up and making yourself a cup of coffee so you could get your work done. You worked on an advice column in the paper and since you couldn’t always come in to work with your daughter, your boss let you work from home. You made yourself a coffee and went to sit down before something moved out of the corner of your eye.

Someone had pushed a letter through the mail slot in the door. You put your mug down and walked towards the door, picking up the letter and examining it. The paper was less paper and more of a parchment, the writing was also a crisp cursive handwriting and was written with pure ink. There was only one person you knew this could be from. You looked towards the door and quickly opened it, checking to see if anyone was there. Nobody. He had obviously used one of his magic tricks. You sighed and closed the door, looking down at the parchment in your hands.

You looked up and exhaled deeply, preparing for what was inside. Did he know about Laura? Was he coming for you? Was he going to hurt you? You used to trust this man, the father of your daughter. Now, with the attack on New York you weren’t so sure. You opened the letter carefully and read the contents inside.

Dear Y/N

I’m sure you know of what happened in New York, and I understand if you never wish to see or hear from me again. I was foolish before, my love. I was foolish to think I could be with you in the state I was in, but I wish to see you again. You were the only person who stopped me from hurting anyone before, Y/N. It was when you left, I broke.

I of course don’t blame you, my love. Everyday since we parted I hoped that you’ve been happy and safe. I understand if you are neither of those things when I’m near. If you feel afraid or unsure about me, my brother knows of me reaching out to you and you can speak to him. I’m sure you remember how I taught you to contact me, I’ll be waiting.

Please at least consider my offer, my dear.

All my love, Loki

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I said i would never ever want to do high school again but now….man I wish I was 16 again 😂😂. Yay New York! So proud of ya #freecollege #newyork #politics

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// In which Antonio Alejandro Bartholomew IV’s relationship grows deeper //

Part 5 of the sugar daddy series (part 1)

*Contains Mature Content*

the dominant antonio we’ve all been waiting for has finally arrived. @helanyisdead bless the fuck up - drea 🌙

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Chapter Two: Our First Everything

Lafayette x Reader 

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

Note: Okay so I have to mention a couple of things, firstly I had to give Lafayette glasses because I can’t stop thinking about how cute Daveed looks in his glasses lately and I don’t know why and secondly I borrowed @writeyourwayoutofhell head cannons of what Lafayette is like when he sleeps. Also this basically has no plot it’s just cute moments and stuff between Lafayette and the reader? Like getting coffee when they first meet, the reader meeting his friends stuff like that. 

Disclaimer: I don’t speak french more than the basics so all my French comes from google translate. I apologize if it’s dreadful.

Warnings: Swearing, Implied smut (I was too lazy to actually write the smut)

Word Count: 2,192

Tagged: @ pearltheartist 

Originally posted by mirandasdaughter

Y/N grew up learning French, determined to learn it when she found out that her soulmate tattoo was written in French. She took French all through school, even when all her friends dropped the subject she stuck with it. She had to learn, had to be able to speak to her soulmate when she met them. Whoever they were.

Hercules stops a few steps ahead and looks back to see what’s keep Lafayette, he frowns when he notices his friend frozen staring at the girl. He comes to stand next to Lafayette and waves his hand in front of his friends face.

“Laf? Helloooo you okay there?” Hercules asks until he notices that his friend and the mystery girl are staring at each other’s exposed forearms. “Oh! Oh shit okay well, I’m gonna go and meet Alex and John you two stay here and get to know each other. Have fun buddy” Hercules pats Lafayette on the shoulder before heading off down the street.

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The Snow Globe


Author’s Note: IDK what I just wrote, it’s kind of all over the place, but I hope you still enjoy a lil bit??? IDK IDK

I look out the window and I see the lights and the skyline and the people on the street rushing around looking for action, love, and the world’s greatest chocolate chip cookie, and my heart does a little dance. - Nora Ephron

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NCT 127 Discuss the Group's Unique Concept, Breaking Into U.S. & More

In January 2016, SM Entertainment founder Lee Soo-Man announced the formation of Neo Culture Technology (NCT), the globalized band with an unlimited number of members divided into units, tasked with bringing K-pop beyond Korea’s borders. Months later came NCT U, the foundational alpha unit to which members from any of NCT’s local units can be added. Later in 2016, two more units made their debut: NCT Dream, the delightfully poppy unit featuring the bright-faced youngest members of NCT and KCON NY 2017 performers NCT 127. The nine members of NCT 127 sat down with Billboard before their Saturday night performance to discuss the possibility of smaller units, the boundary-defying nature of their concept and the potential for more shows in America.

Though NCT 127’s base is Seoul – the 127 represents Seoul’s longitudinal coordinate – the unit has enraptured American K-pop fans without so much as a concert in the States thanks to their Western-leaning sounds. They take direct cues from trap, drum ‘n bass and the latest chart-topping hip-hop, and have worked alongside producers The Stereotypes (Bruno Mars) and Dem Jointz (Janet Jackson, Anderson .Paak). They’ve even garnered support from Apple Music as the first K-Pop act featured on Ebro’s Beats 1 show with their debut song “Firetruck.”

The unit made their debut last year with Haechan, Taeil, Mark, Yuta, Taeyong, Jaehyun and Winwin; this year, they made two additions with Johnny and NCT U’s Doyoung. With the nine current members of NCT 127, each member possesses different talents, from traditional Chinese dance to DJing. As such, the possibilities for duos and subunits are endless, as the members explained. “There’s a limitless amount of units that could come out just with nine people,” Johnny says. “One day, maybe if I DJ and some people come out to sing, some people come out to rap – there’s a lot of things we could try out.”

“I don’t think you can expect which unit will come out next in the NCT team, it’s so unexpected,” Mark adds. “It’s just something we all have to look forward to.”

As part of the global initiative at the heart of NCT, NCT 127’s members are a mini United Nations, where Japan (Yuta), China (Winwin), Canada (Mark), South Korea (Doyoung, Jaehyun, Taeil, Haechan, Taeyong) and the U.S. (Johnny) are represented. NCT 127 stars alongside other unit members in NCT Life, a reality show where they travel and explore various cities, from NCT U member Ten’s hometown of Bangkok to Yuta’s hometown of Osaka. “We do come from various cultures, so we do have some times where we conflict with each other,” Yuta says. “But I feel like we go in with the mindset of trying to understand each [member] and respect each other.”

“The more we don’t understand each other, the more we try to understand each other and try to help each other out in navigating different things,” 127 unit leader Taeyong adds.

The language barriers and cultural differences have led to some sitcom-worthy situations in the dorms. “This guy here, Winwin, the way we talk to him, he picks [it] up really quickly,” Johnny says. “In Korean, there’s a way to raise your formality [based on age]. What happens is if we talk to him with formality, which the younger kids usually do, he’ll speak back to them with formality, because that’s what he hears. When the older guys [use informal speech, or banmal], he’ll speak back to us like that.”

One thing that manages to transcend linguistic barriers is their complex and powerful performances. They’ve worked with noted choreographers Kevin Maher and Tony Testa on “Limitless” and “Cherry Bomb,” respectively. The members have gone on record to note how exhausting their choreography is and how much effort the moves require – six members ripped their pants while doing the memorable split leg choreography from “Cherry Bomb.” “Because we’re singing in Korean, our fans abroad may not understand what we’re saying, but our strength is in performance,” Doyoung says. “I feel the way we see a performance is universal. If fans worldwide would see our performance, they would immediately catch what the essence of NCT is.”

NCT 127 flew in late Friday and had an Apple Store performance in Williamsburg the next morning at 10 a.m., giving them little time to explore New York City. Beyond their short and simple to-do list (Times Square, pizza and hot dogs – the members seem to love fast food), Johnny wanted his bandmates to get something more important out of the experience. “What I really want everyone to experience is the energy that New Yorkers can give us,” the Chicago native says. “We already can feel everyone looking at us with bright eyes. I wish everyone could get that energy and go back to Korea like, 'Whoa, we just came back from New York with good vibes.’”

When asked if there will be more American shows in the unit’s future, they didn’t hesitate to keep the possibility open. “If there’s an opportunity, yes!” Johnny says. “We really think this is the beginning.”

And if the lines of fans camped outside the Apple Store at 1 a.m. post-KCON were any indication, this is only the beginning of something huge.

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Prompt: 🌂 🔮 👄



Beckett shivered in the quickly cooling air, pulled her trench coat tighter around her, cinched the belt. She had stopped under the awning for a palm reader, though she had no intention of going inside, but now she was watching sheets of rain pound the New York City sidewalks.

Rain soaked the concrete edifices, drenched the piles of uncollected trash, made the thin trunks of urban-renewal trees a vivid slash of brown. Her hair was hanging damply around her shoulders, beginning to curl, and she knew she couldn’t stay here forever.

She had a date.

Her lips turned down and she stepped backwards into the barred window of the tarot shop. Crossed her arms over her chest. 

Not that she was thrilled about the date. She’d just felt like it was time. She was tired of being so by-the-book, her nose to the grindstone, the wet blanket at all their precinct social events.

(Social events? They went to bars and pretended they weren’t getting drunk to erase the particularly bad case away. They went to bars and happily got drunk to celebrate a good ending. They went to bars. That was her social life, and she didn’t do that like the rest of them because the specter of her father’s alcoholism hung over her head.)

But Lanie had set this up after the fireman thing had gone sour. Make-up dinner with Castle had been nice, but no, not a date. Not expanding her horizons and getting out of her comfort zone and-


She should have known she’d see him. In a city of millions, in a rain storm as wet as a flood, Rick Castle was striding down the sidewalk under an oversized umbrella.

“Castle,” she sighed, resigned to it.

He ducked under the awning with her and carefully held the umbrella away as he closed it, shook it out a little onto the sidewalk. Fat drops sprayed, but Castle was looking at her, his too-smooth grin on his face.

“Fancy meeting you here. At my fortune teller.”

“At your-” She spun around and saw the evil eye hand in the window, groaned. “Of course. Of course.”

“You know what’s funny? Last month she said I should come late to my next appointment-”

“Next appointment? She’s not your chiropractor, Castle.”

“She’s a consultant. She’s quite good.”

“She’s a charlatan who googles you an hour before you show up to make sure she knows the latest.”

“You’re just a unbeliever.”

She rolled her eyes, wishing she could wait out the storm somewhere else. With other random strangers of New York.

“As I was saying, she told me to come an hour later for a pleasant surprise. And here you are.”

Or she had a scheduling conflict, but Beckett was tired of being the patient rational one. “I’m sure that’s what it was. She knew I’d be here waiting out the rain when, a month ago, I didn’t even know I’d be going on this date, let alone-”

“Date?” His interest gleamed in his eyes, like it always did, but there was a tightness around his mouth she’d never noticed before.

Maybe she’d never been quite this close to him before. The awning was small, the wind was blowing rain in at his side, and he was crowding her.

She just… hadn’t realized he was crowding.

She liked him crowding.

What was wrong with her?

She shifted to one foot to ease some space, but he came in right against her, their raincoats brushing. 

“What date, Beckett?”

“Another of Lanie’s,” she admitted with a sigh.

His eyes traced her face and she turned her gaze back on the rain, that uncomfortable awareness rising in her once more. 

“Forget him,” he said. “Blow him off. Come to dinner with me.”

“Wha-” She turned in astonishment, but he was right there, he was leaning into her with his urgency and certainty, and there was nowhere for her to go.

Their lips brushed.

She should have knocked into his cheek first, or his chin should have caught her nose. Other body parts ought to have collided before their mouths.

He moaned.

A fire burst into flames inside her. She stepped into him and caught his nape, pushed against his mouth for more, something stronger than the electric discharge of lips.

He groaned and grabbed for her, the umbrella clattering to the sidewalk. She stretched up against him, their trench coats hooking, belts and buttons caught, but she had no desire to untangle them.

All her desire was in this kiss.


Two. Months. Left. ARC contest winners + newest teaser!

I can’t believe that in just two months, this book is going to be out. I can’t begin to tell you how excited I am for you to read it, and there’s so much STUFF happening behind the scenes that I can’t wait to tell you about (Events! Pre-order gorgeousness! And more……..)

But real talk: the contest winners. You’ve been waiting. I’ve been hunkered down and writing, and there were so many entries in all of the categories that I wanted to appreciate and read and watch myself and also share with others to help choose where the little ARCs will go that it took me a bit longer than I’d hoped. So there’s something extra special I’ll be posting on 9/8 that I hope everyone will enjoy, that’s also a hint of things to come. 

And now, here we go:

First place winner of the signed ARC for ART: 

It was a tie. There were so! many! entries in this category, and I loved them all, but the sweetness, the effort and the detail involved in everything about TastyYouth’s entry blew me away.

Since this first category was just flooded with beautiful things, I knew I’d have to get another ARC. And I did. And it’s going to…Sam/Graywarene, for the stunning Tarot cards. You were so on point in the summary of your submission about the characters, and the pieces were made with such consideration–I love everything about them.

Second place: Ayaninja_z! This was one of the first entries I saw, and it was so adorable and dead on I laughed out loud.

Third place, Artscapade. All of the entries were incredible, but this painting stood out for being so haunting and atmospheric and dark. It looks the way (I hope) The Becoming of Noah Shaw feels.

Next, FILM! 

This one had many, many entries too, and they were all so wonderful it felt impossible to choose, but it had to be done so we did it! First place for the film category goes to: 

Jenna Clare. 

Something you probably didn’t know about me-I love to sing. But I can’t write songs/music for shit, so I’m extra in awe of people who can, and do, so beautifully. Not to mention the fact that the art direction and aesthetic was so creative and lovely. 

Second place goes to CrashAgainstMySkin!

YES to those fancasts. YES to that Halsey song. So much time and talent went into this, it was just yes all around. 

Third place in the video category went to another song, this one by the lovely JovvainCanada! But I’m not sure if the link submitted was supposed to be public, so I’m going to leave it up to her about whether she wants to share it. I loved it. It’s splendid. 

Next up, we have the writing category! This one had the second most submissions, and they were all so wonderful I couldn’t have chosen winners if I hadn’t had help! In first place, this poem, which is beautiful and moving and personal, so I’m going to let the writer keep herself anonymous if she chooses:

Only three years ago I had
No idea that only words on a page could make me sad,
Happy, desperate, and so much more at the same time.
Ever since I read the first words, I knew that everytime
I would think about Mara’s story, it would
Still blow my mind like no other story could.
Even after days and months and years have passed,
I can’t let this be just a thing of the past.
And even if I cried because of these books for an entire day,
”Thank you” is the only thing I have to say.
Because when I was only four years old,
And this is a story that I’m still afraid to unfold,
My dearest uncle took my small hand
And wrapped it around his… And on command,
I started moving it back and forth, having
No idea what I was doing.
Now I’m sure you can imagine how my face went white
When I found out what Jude did to Mara that one night.
I was shocked and I hated him with all my heart,
And I thought that if I kept reading, I’d fall apart.
But still, I kept going,
Watching as Mara was still growing,
Still living, still going through things,
Still flying through life as if she had wings.
She slowly became my biggest inspiration and the proof
That I, just like her, can be bulletproof.
Mara’s story is the one that made me realise
That anyone, no matter what they’ve been through, can touch the skies.
And for years and years I’ve dealt
With suicidal thoughts, but when I read about what Noah felt
When he thought that he was gonna die,
All I could do was cry.
Because, for the first time since I can remember,
I knew that someone’s words would be with me forever.
When I read about how he spent his whole life wanting death
But then he wanted to hold his last breath
Just to spend a few more seconds with the girl he loved,
I finally wholeheartedly believed
That maybe, just maybe, there’s something good out there,
Waiting for me. I just have to dare
To live.And I want to thank Michelle from the bottom of my heart
For teaching me lessons like these, that, trust me, are hard
To learn. I wan to thank you for being such a talented writer,
For teaching me how to be a fighter,
For teaching me what true love looks like,
For teaching me that people who are alike
And meant to be together
Will find each other, sooner or later.
I don’t know if these words will touch you as deeply
As yours touched me, but surely,
You will read them and you will know
That there’s one girl out there who just wants to say ”Hello,
You can call yourself
The angel from my bookshelf,
Because when all I wanted to do was quit,
I put my life in your hands and you saved it.”

Second place goes to BetweenthePage! As I said, I love songs and am always so impressed by people who write them well! 

And now, for the random category!

First place: coreypetereed, for this tattoo. 

“The Evolution of Mara Dyer tattoo on the back of my upper arm to honor Noah Shaw. One of my favorite quotes from the trilogy, “You will love him to ruins.” It’s part of my book sleeve :)”

This is commitment. It’s amazing. 

Speaking of commitment–a reader made a dress and SHOES out of the books (!), but I’m having a hard time finding that post! Dear reader, if that was you, please come forward and claim your second place prize!

And third prize goes to: Bookrendezvous!

This was technically submitted under the art category, but it feels like such a unique object that I thought it worked as well as things like dresses and tattoos for this category, too. The construction is just incredible.

Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who participated in this contest. I did not even remotely expect the wave of submissions and was a bit overwhelmed by it all, to be honest, and HAD to make sure I got another ARC because there was just no way four were enough. I wish I could get even more, but on the upside, no matter what, it’s just TWO MORE MONTHS until you get to read the book!

In the meantime, if you saw your entry listed here, here’s what you do to claim your prize: Get in touch via the Ask button, tell me which entry was yours, and let me know your address so it can be mailed to you ASAP! There’s a major hurricane affecting a lot of us, right now, so try to be a bit patient, but my brother in New York is going to be helping to make sure prizes are mailed out to the rightful winners ASAP! 

That’s him, on the right. Meet Josep–I mean, Jeremy. You should follow him on Instagram & Twitter @ JeremyHodkin, but only if you’re interested in MADNESS teasers and exclusive sneak peaks. Only then. 

Once again, thank you guys SO much for entering. I couldn’t do what I do without you.I can’t tell you how inspired I am by your art every single day. 


maybe in another life

Steve/Tony, MCU, post-Infinity War, major angst.
Warnings for character death and mental illness.

When Steve thought back to that day, he memories felt unreal, as if he were watching a movie about someone else’s life.

He’d seen Thanos grab Tony by the neck. He heard the tortured wrenching of the armor even over the sounds of the battle. Thanos had looked down at Tony with a distasteful grimace and tossed him aside with no more consideration than if he were swatting a fly.

Steve had seen Tony flying through the air, impacting a concrete wall hard enough to smash it, heard the sickening screech as rubble and debris rained down on top of him.

He vaguely remembered sprinting towards the pile, throwing chunks of concrete and metal aside, digging until his knuckles bled and stuck to the inside of his gloves.

But mostly he remembered that when he found Tony, his armor was split by deep, ugly gashes and the ground beneath his body was stained crimson.

The arc reactor had sputtered and gone dim, and when he ripped the faceplate off the suit, Tony’s eyes were blank and vacant, staring at nothing. He wasn’t breathing.

He’d heard someone yelling, then realized it was him. The sounds of battle faded into the background as he stared in horror at the crushed shell of Tony’s armor lying in a pool of blood.

It might have been hours later that he felt a hand on his shoulder. The streets around them were quiet and it was dark. “Steve,” Natasha said, wiping her eyes on her sleeve, “He’s gone, Steve.”

No, Steve decided. No, he would not accept this. Not when they had finally managed to mend the rift between them, to start trusting each other and working together again. Not when they had only just found their way back to each other.

He was going to save Tony. He was Captain America, and saving people was what he did.

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anonymous asked:

Isn't it so wild that there are people that know nothing about Broadway and so if they see Ben Platt, they'll only know him for Pitch Perfect? I mean there's a huge community out there that doesn't even know just how great he is? Idk dude, I think about that a lot

It is wild! Being Broadway Famous™ is really, really, really unique. Because there are some–very few–people that have made Broadway Famous™ just…famous (usually by doing musicals on film). This includes people like Barbra Streisand, Patti Lupone, Idina Menzel, Julie Andrews, and Lin-Manuel Miranda.

But the mass majority of people who, in the realm of Broadway, are incredibly well known and praised–such as Sutton Foster, Christian Borle, Cynthia Erivo, and, yes, Ben Platt–are really not that well-known outside of Broadway. A majority of people could pass them on the street and not really think about twice. Dear Evan Hansen, like Hamilton, is starting to make waves outside of the Broadway community, so Ben’s definitely quickly becoming more well-known for his work BUT.

When I first saw the show, way back in January before it was really a big thing, I only knew Ben Platt from Pitch Perfect. I vaguely knew that he had been in a tour of The Book of Mormon, but that was all… So, yeah, I really do think it’s weird, like… I can’t imagine existing in this world and not jamming out to “Waving Through a Window” on the daily… That there’s so much talent on Broadway that I really, really wish was more recognized. I think a lot of people never even give Broadway a chance, because they still lump the whole community in with musicals like The Sound of Music. So, there’s a lot, lot, lot of talent that’s not being seen by the mass public.

Most of this, I think, is about the lack of access. It’s so much easier and inexpensive to go and see a movie or to turn on your TV than it is to fly/drive/train to New York City and buy a ticket to a show. Hopefully, with more shows being professionally filmed and released (Newsies, Falsettos) this will become less of a problem! Overall, the Broadway community is definitely getting bigger, and hopefully will continue to do so! I totally wish more people could recognize and appreciate talent like Ben Platt’s, as well as the talent of other Broadway people, but first it just all needs to be more accessible. 


author: chrevastan
word count: 1196 (oneshot)
characters: Steve Rogers x Reader (F)
warnings: None. Just a load of fluff.
insp: Perfect - Ed Sheeran
A/N: I just realized I haven’t written a Steve oneshot. Also, I wanted to write some pointless fluff. That’s all. Oh, I may have snuck a FRIENDS reference somewhere. Points to the person who finds it. Permanent tag list and drabble requests for Bucky or Steve are open!

Originally posted by your-kylie-me

It was just another typical Friday night in the tower.

When you weren’t sent on missions, you liked curling up on your favorite couch with a book and a blanket draped over your lap. This evening, you were reading Clint’s worn out copy of The Return of the King when you heard the door open. You looked up to see the love of your life padding into the room with his leather-bound sketchpad tucked under his arm. Steve was clad in a form fitting black v-neck and some navy blue sweats but he was still easily the most gorgeous man you’ve ever laid eyes on.

“Hey.” you hum as he makes his way towards you, dipping low enough to give you a quick peck on the lips.

“Hey.” he answers in a low voice and smiles. “Busy?”

“Not really.” You sit up, placing the book down on the coffee table. Even though the couch was big enough to seat you both comfortably, Steve settled close to you and brought your feet up to rest on his lap. He began to stroke your legs over your soft blanket and you sighed at the comforting touch. “That feels nice.”

“Yeah?” Steve smiles bashfully before taking his sketchpad. He gives it a thoughtful look before handing it to you hesitantly. “I want to show you something…” you note the sudden change in his tone. He sounded a mixture of shy and anxious.

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Off Limits

Veronica x reader

request: Can you please do a Veronica x reader where r is V’s ex from New York that is badass and basically daddy af and decides to visit her in Riverdale.They are still not quite over each other,and V gets jealous when reader starts paying more attention to Cheryl and kisses her in the middle of their convo.

written by Jasmine

a/n - I’m super sorry for the lack of updates recently, stay tuned for a lot more tomorrow!

“What is up with you today? You’re all jumpy,” Betty acknowledged, sitting beside her best friend. Veronica groaned, placing her head in her hands.

“Have I told you about (y/n)?” She asked.

“Uh, no?”

“She’s my ex from New York, and coming to visit today. I need everything to go perfectly,” Veronica explained.

“Why? Just an ex,” Betty muttered.

“Yeah, an ex that I need to impress, okay? You’ll-” Veronica was interrupted by her phone going off. “Oh my god. She’s here.”

“At school?” Betty questioned. Veronica nodded, standing up from the couch she sat on. Betty followed her to the front doors, barely keeping up with Veronica.

The front door seemed to open in slow motion as you walked through, almost like it happened in the movies. Betty clung to Veronica’s arm unintentionally, watching as the door shut behind you. You glanced around, adjusting the jacket you wore. Your black boots and ripped jeans seemed out of place, which only made Betty move closer to Veronica. Your eyes finally landed on the pair, causing you to smirk.

“Ronnie!” You exclaimed, making your way towards her.

“Hey!” Veronica greeted, pushing Betty off to hug you. She stood awkwardly as you two hugged for what seemed unnecessarily long, but you finally pulled away.

“Who’s this?” You asked, gesturing towards Betty.

“Oh, I’m-”

Veronica interrupted her answer. “That’s Betty. C’mon, I’ll show you around.”

She gripped your hand, practically yanking you down the hallway. Betty sighed, before walking off to find Archie and Jughead.

“Oh, who’s this?” You heard from behind you, making you and Veronica turn around.

“This is (y/n)-”

“(y/n),” Cheryl stopped Veronica, holding out her hand. “Cheryl Blossom.”

You reached forward, grasping it tightly. You had to admit that the redhead was gorgeous, but you had your eye on another girl.

Cheryl’s gaze didn’t waver, making you oddly surprised. Most people wouldn’t hold eye contact with you, your friends always teasing you about being too “hot and threatening.” But Cheryl didn’t seem at all intimidated, and you liked it.

“Well, we need to get going!” Veronica exclaimed, trying to pull you away.

“Give me a second, Ronnie,” You said, releasing Cheryl’s hand. Veronica rolled her eyes, but let go of you.

“Could I get your number?” You asked, unlocking your phone and handing it to Cheryl. “You seem cool.”

“Of course,” Cheryl answered, quickly typing it in. She handed you your phone back, a grin on her face. “I’ll see you later?’

“Hopefully.” You turned back to Veronica as she walked away, who forced a smile on her face. She gestured for you to follow her outside, and she began to lead you towards her house.

“Seriously, try the onion rings. They’re fantastic,” Veronica suggested, causing you to smile.

“Onion rings aren’t my thing,” You said with a shrug, continuing to look over the menu.

“What? Since when? You used to eat those things religiously back in-”

“(y/n)! Fancy meeting you here!” A voice said from beside you, causing you and Veronica to glance towards the person.

“Cheryl! Hi!” You exclaimed. “How are you?”

“Great, now that I’ve run into you,” She teased, and you smiled. Was it bad you wished Veronica had said that? You shook your head a bit to clear the thought; she was your ex for a reason.

“So how do you like Riverdale so far?” Cheryl asked, and you shrugged.

“It’s not what I expected, and it’s certainly not New York,” You beamed.

Cheryl laughed. “Maybe I could show you around sometime? Or you could just come over.”

“That sounds great!” You exclaimed.

“I was going to show you around,” Veronica piped up. “Kind’ve why I invited you.”

You sent her an apologetic smile. “I’m staying at your house; it can’t hurt to have someone else show me around?”

“Yeah, I guess,” She muttered.

“Awesome! Text me tonight, and we’ll work something out,” Cheryl suggested. You nodded, moving into the booth a bit.

“Do you want to sit? Ronnie doesn’t mind,” You offered, but Veronica was quick to say anything before Cheryl could.

“We were just leaving,” She assured Cheryl, grabbing her purse and standing from the booth. You raised your eyebrows as she grabbed your wrist, pulling you up too.

“We haven’t even ordered,” You objected. “At least let me say goodbye to Cheryl!”

Veronica mentally groaned but stopped walking just as she was about to open the door. You made your way back over, smirking towards the girl.

“Sorry about Ronnie, I don’t know why she’s acting like this,” You apologized, shrugging a bit.

“Don’t worry about it; maybe you could come back to my place tonight?” Cheryl asked.

Veronica couldn’t help the rage of anger and jealousy that took over her after Cheryl said that. Her feet seemed to move without her trying, and she made it over to the two of you, just as you were about to respond.

She spun you around, quickly placing her hand on your lower back. She kissed you aggressively, taking you by surprise. You naturally kissed back, almost forgetting about Cheryl for a second.

Veronica finally pulled away but kept her hand on your back.

“She’s off limits, Cheryl,” She hissed, before leading you out of the diner, successfully this time.

Dan x Reader- Little One, I Love You

Third Person POV
Tuesday is the day Dan must leave for New York. He’s set to visit YouTube Headquarters and sponsors for Phil and his projects in New York. He’s going to be there for four days and while we both would’ve thought the amount of time was nothing four years ago, we’ve definitely changed now. In the space of four years, Dan and y/n have welcomed an adorable little girl, y/d/n who captured our hearts and life the first day she came on this Earth.

Dan was wrapped up in her little finger and she adored him which would make it gut wrenching when he would have to say goodbye Tuesday morning. Usually when Dan had to go on any sort of work trips y/n joined him and Phil or just stay home and stick it out. When they were in newborn stage, she’d stay home with their daughter who didn’t really mind nor remember. However, now the 4 year old totally understood. They would always accompany Dan whether it was to L.A or Florida, but it seemed cruel to have mid toddler on a plane for hours just for a mere 4 all work days, so they wanted y/d/n and y/n to stay home. The hard part is telling her…

“Daddy!!! Mommy!!!” I heard little but mighty voice shout from lounge then the sound of little feet pottering came closer.
I eyed Dan in worriment and I just saw pure horror in his face, frozen in position for packing his suitcase. It was y/d/n.
“Crap,” he mumbled shuffling to push in a the clothing drawers of our bedroom and zipping up the suitcase quickly.
“Hello munchkin,” Dan tried to look causal with a giant suitcase on the bed. But she’s far too suspicious and smart as her chocolate eyes widened, making the connection instantly.
“Whatcha doing?” The little voice chirped and then ran over to open the suitcase revealing her father’s clothes.
“Daddy are you packing?” y/d/n curiously smiled excitedly and I stayed silent.
Dan smiled weakly and nodded letting out a quiet, “Yes.”
“Yay! Where we going?” She asked all giddy.
Dan grabbed her to carry and sit on the bed, as he bent down on the floor with his giant height.
“Baby, daddy’s going away to work for little bit in New York. You stay here with mommy for a little bit.” He said in the calmest voice possible but then we saw all the color wiped from her face as it dropped, sadness overtaking and she gulped.
“W-w-what? Why?” y/d/n looked scared and I went on the bed to hold her in an attempt of comfort.
“Because, Uncle Phil and I have to meet some people there but I’ll be back. Promise.” Dan swallowed his breath watching her little rose lip quiver.
“Without me?” She had the sheer look of horror in her face, the exact one her dad had on just a mere minutes ago. I stroked her hair and kiss her forehead trying to tell it’d be alright. My heart was sinking.
“Yes, because it’s going to be really boring and we are going to do work things. You can stay here though and do whatever with mommy and have so much fun.” He looked at me for reassurance and I nodded at her once more, “Mhmm.”
“No!!! Daddy please don’t leave me.” y/d/n and Dan instantly jumped to her to hold her in his arms.
“No no baby, I’ll be back I promise.” Dan took her head in his chest, softly stroking her hair. But it was too late and inevitable, the waterworks came.

Third Person POV
Eventually, y/d/n stopped crying and he tucked her into bed after taking all the cuddles he would need.
But before he could leave, the little voice peeped out at him.
“Daddy?” It sounded scared and exhausted worked from all emotions.
“Yes love?” He thought he was going to make a quick getaway for it, but instead he ran over to his little girl’s bed.
Her eyes were teary and red, body hot and sniffling, how he hated seeing his little one like this.
“Have I been bad?” The voice peeped out struck with fear, “I promise I’ll be good just stay, or let me go with you, Daddy. Please.”
“No angel, you’ve been an amazing little girl. I just have to go and do things.” Dan tried reasoning with her but he only got, “Have Uncle Phil do it! Stay with me!”
Dan just shook his head and kissed her, “I’m sorry baby. I can’t.”
In the small amount of seconds, her brain ran wild. Eyes looking all around and mouth quivering again, trying to come up with some explanation of why her father would leave her and she only came to one conclusion.
“Do you not love me anymore? That why you leaving?” Dan’s eyes widened absolutely heart absolutely broke at her statement.
He feared her ever asking that, he never ever wanted her to doubt his love for her. Now in her 4 year old mind, she somehow came up that the only reason that he’s leaving her at home is that he didn’t love her and it killed him.
“Listen to me, little one I love you so much. I will always love you so much. I don’t want you to ever think I don’t love you. I promise I love you and always will.” His eyes were urging and eyes yearning for her to understand, he needed her to always believe that he loved her.
y/d/n simply nodded her little head and curled up to him sleepily mumbling, “Daddy, I love you too,” after kissing his cheek.
He smiled at this statement and held her a little longer wishing it could be forever.
Her small body stirred a little more in his arms and then whispered, “Daddy?”
Dan was surprised she was still awake but he wanted to savor every last moment with his little girl and looked down at her.
“Can I go with you please?” Her eyes were as big as a puppy’s and Dan could feel his heart soften. That’s it, he couldn’t stand it anymore and may have even wanted her to come more than his daughter herself. If y/d/n wanted to go this time then she’d go, New York was only just a couple hours and not as bad as Los Angeles.
“Okay… fine.” Dan watched his baby girl’s face light up once again, “But you have to go to sleep now darling.”
She nodded and curled back into his body and whispered a peppy and sleepy, “Yay.”
Dan chuckled at what he just promised, with a bit of shock, but he was going to deliver for his little one.

In an instant Dan whipped out his phone going straight to the plane app and booked another 2 tickets. With all their information automatically filled in, Dan had booked y/n and the littlest Howell on a trip to New York next to him on first class. The flight was on Tuesday and the current day was current early hours of Monday. Dan slowing crept out of the room and went to see his wife quietly reading a book in bed.

“You’re still up, you didn’t have to wait up for me.” Dan said taking off his shirt and crawling in bed.
I shrugged, “I was reading anyways, I would’ve woken you with the light if you went came to bed to soon.”
Dan chuckled kissing my cheek and pulling over the duvet in himself.
“How did she take it?” I asked wondering if it went well since he was in there for so long.
“So umm, guess we’re going to New York on Tuesday.” Dan spoke quietly and I put her book down in surprise. I swear there was a little grin.
“What? Dan!” I scolded him in disbelief and instead he just smirked with an amused giggle.
“I couldn’t say no to that face.” I groaned but didn’t really mind honestly. I missed New York but I would miss Dan more if he left even if it was only for a few days.
“Dan,” I complained as he kissed my lips coming on too of me making me blush.
“You would find she’s very convincing. Just like her mother.” Dan said in between his little kisses all over my body.
Scoffing I ask, “Is that so?”
Dan nodded and winked, “Besides I can’t leave you, I’ll miss you far too much.”
I sighed cuddling up to his bare chest, “Alright, well I guess one day she’s gonna beg to stay home. So we might as savor the time she wants to come with us.”
“Exactly.” Dan kissed my forehead and we both yawned consecutively.
“Guess we’re all packing tomorrow.” I mumbled not even bothering to think about all the running around and Dan laughed it off.
“I love you.” He beamed at me.
“I love you too.” I kissed his lips once more and I rested my eyes peacefully with closed smile.

Third Person POV
While y/n drifted asleep, he marveled at how a little girl had him wrapped around her finger and he would literally do anything for her heart’s desire. Now, he understood this love and admiration that he had and he was in awe. Dan had a family that was his. Dan had more than he could ever wish far and he absolutely loved it. He had y/n and y/d/n and that was all he needed.

Phil and his wife along with their child also came on the New York trip after they were told of Dan bringing y/n and their daughter. They had an amazing time.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BECCA!! You are incredibly amazing and I hope you have a wonderful day!!@beccaanne814-blog

The waterfall was breathtaking. The sound of it alone put you at ease. You took a deep breath and looked around at the beautiful sight that was in front of you.

This was where you felt peace.

You wanted to take a photo of what was in front of you, but you were sure that it wouldn’t do it justice.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

You nodded and then looked at your boyfriend, “It really is.”

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You Look Good- Brady Skjei

Originally posted by laurastacey

(There are literally NO BAD GIFS of Brady!!!!! WTF?!?!?)

Ok so I know I’ve gotten a few birthday requests so this is the first one that came up! I was supposed to have it written for the 16th, but vacation and lack of imagines got me messed up. Thankfully @hotnhlplayers is a very forgiving person so this is late but here you go! Happy Birthday Boo!!!

Warning: a couple of cusses

@hotnhlplayers Request: Hey girl! My birthday is a week from tomorrow (May 16) & I was wondering if you could do a special imagine with Brady Skjei, Tyler Seguin, or Auston Matthews where it’s her birthday & he leaves a note for her when he goes to practice telling her to dress nice for later & when he gets home, he sees her in a fancy dress with her hair & makeup done all special & he can’t stop fawning over her, especially when they go out, he keeps showing pda & sneaking kisses & it’s just really fluffy? not really sure if that makes sense but you’re writing is amazing so I trust you! if you can’t do it, I completely understand! thanks anyways! xxoo


              You got home from school and dumped your backpack on the counter with a sigh.

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