Not There Yet

Nadya, too old, lover of fics, Moët and criss-crossing the world

[stylishmuser]

Timeless Masterlist 

Rhea Trivedi-Williams likes being in control. But when it comes to Harry Styles, she has a history of having none. As Harry launches his solo career, he realizes perhaps he’s needed Rhea all along.

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prologue

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seven

eight

nine*

ten

eleven - part one // part two****

twelve

thirteen

fourteen*

fifteen

sixteen

seventeen

eighteen

nineteen

twenty

epilogue*

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[stylishmuser]

complete 🌟

[reading-writing-revolution]

[silvermarmoset]

the new batch of love for john mulaney here on tumblr has got me thinking how critical costume design is once again. john mulaney is a good comedian, but so much of his power comes from how his humor plays off how he’s dressed. we don’t expect a man dressed like a 1960s news announcer, all clean scrubbed and tight-wound professional, to describe in minute detail the visit where a doctor shoved a hand up his ass. imagine any iconic john mulaney set but given in jeans and a t-shirt, and is it as funny? i don’t think so. his humor spreads like wildfire on this website because the image of a man in a buttoned-up shirt and a tie and slicked back hair with fairly narrow lapels on his three-piece suit is fucking hysterical when paired with “years later I’d be in college about to go down on some rockin’ twink and i’d be like what would leonard bernstein do”

[6qubed]

well I do recall a comedian telling about how he accidentally joined the russian mafia on a school trip in college, and this was made more believable by the fact that he was shirtless with a beer belly while telling this story

[6qubed]

since someone asked

[jemthecrystalgem]

Frick thank you so much

[commandtower-solring-go-deactiv]

THE MACHINE

[micdotcom]

Watch: George Carlin spoke the truth about pro-lifers in 1996 — and it’s still being proven today.

[dontshootmespence]

The fucking man right here. 👏

[harryknowsme-deactivated2025101]

Appeal Denied 32: Petition to Revive

“Is the album almost done, Butterfly Boy?”

“Yeah.”

“When will I get to hear it?” I asked casually, my emotions in turmoil.

He paused, and I sat up, resting my head on my hand, my elbow bent. Observing him, I was bemused by the emotions and expressions that flitted across his face. Fear. Happiness. Anxiety. And one I couldn’t identify. It came at the end, when he looked at me and made eye contact.

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A/N: My favorite thing about @melissas173 is the way she asks questions that prod me to clarify and justify my decisions as an author.  Thank you, Mel.  

[itsmejennap-deactivated20160724]

Boys with gentle hearts and strong hands. Those are the boys you wanna marry.

[humansofnewyork]

On April 6th 1994, an airplane carrying the President of Rwanda was shot down over the capital city of Kigali, serving as a catalyst for genocide against the minority Tutsi population.  One million people were killed over the next 100 days. It was one of the most violent episodes in human history.  The stories from that time can be traumatizing to hear.  Living through them is nearly unimaginable.  But in the wake of this tragedy, an equally unlikely story has unfolded.  It is the story of Rwanda’s recovery and reconciliation.  Rwanda has become one of Africa’s model economies.  Its streets are clean and safe.  Over one million tourists visit each year.  If you walk through Kigali today, it’s difficult to imagine the events that occurred less than twenty-five years ago.  But the stories are still there.  And you can’t listen to them without being reminded of humanity’s capacity for violence and the fragility of peace.  During my week in Rwanda, I focused on the stories of people who took a moral stand during the genocide.  These are members of the Hutu majority who risked their lives to shield and protect Tutsis.  In Rwanda they are known as ‘The Rescuers.’  Over the next several days, I will be sharing their stories.

[wadey-wilson]

Ryan Reynolds on sexting

[stylishmuser]

timeless: seventeen

can you believe we are 4 chapters away from the end? :( 

remember, you can request drabbles for the series here 

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As Rhea flings open the bar door, the sudden gush of air dries the tear tracks that she hadn’t gotten a chance to wipe away. She paws at the skin under her eyes as she is engulfed by the rambunctious atmosphere of her surroundings. She’d left her bag at the bar with Samuel.

She keeps her face low so she doesn’t have to make eye contact with anyone. Her heart is pounding so loudly in her ears she can barely hear any of the mundane chatter and laughter around her. The adrenaline running through her veins is so poignant and wicked sharp,  encouraging her to keep going as far as she can on this sudden rush. But, the magnitude of what’s just happened between her and Harry hasn’t yet hit her and she doesn’t want anyone to see her when it does.

When she finally weaves her way towards her seat, Sam is scrolling through his phone. His glass of whiskey is empty now and the ice is melting and pooling in the bottom. Rhea takes a deep breath before she steps up and swings her bag onto her shoulder.

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[aggresivelyfriendly]

Hi loveys!

It’s Harry’s turn. I’ve been asked if I make him happy this chapter, I’ll let you tell me-

Im so grateful for my alphas- @bleedinglove4h, @dirtystyles triangulate my heart- they got a tipsy message last night to that effect! And @nocontrolforlouis gives killer feedback man! Stuff I don’t even think about.

PS- do you think I’ll be invited to mom’s night again if I talked about cheeky fingers during blow jobs?? I was on one!

Enjoy!

Moss. His eyes looked like moss tonight, under her porch light.

Jo knew that because his head came up as soon as she pulled up her drive. She wished that she could turn around and run back to the coast.

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[stylishmuser]

timeless: sixteen

so… i am……… very unsure and anxious about this chapter bc it’s been culminating for so long…. so pls be gentle with me cause it was really hard to write hfbhdg. thank you x10000 to @alototalk and @blueeyedsoulme for helping me navigate!

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Harry pushes his way through the crowd of crew members in the bar. They’d all headed here after  his show in Melbourne tonight. One of the sound crew members was heading home early before the last few shows because his wife had gone into impromptu labor during the show tonight. The brand new  baby girl and her mother were completely fine — but everyone wanted to give Alex a proper goodbye before he got on the red-eye flight Rhea had secured for him from backstage.

“Hey, H,” Jeff grabs his arm as he’s trying to sneak by his manager. Harry’s eyes are focused across the room where he can pick out the top of Rhea’s head. She’s seated at the bar and he hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to her because her flight had gotten delayed earlier. She’d finally come back halfway through the show and he’d immediately spotted her, even amidst his stage antics. She’d dropped her bags off to the side, taken over a headset, and jumped into action. Ever since his conversation with Aaliyah, Harry had hovered over Rhea’s contact name numerous times — fighting the urge to call her. This was something he needed to do in person.

“Jeff… hey, listen, I’ll be right back, yeah?”

“No, no you don’t — Alex needs help picking a name,” Jeff declares, sliding a beer into Harry’s hand. “They’re stuck between Elizabeth and Penelope.”

Harry grips the beer and stays rooted in spot, turning towards Alex. “M’leaning towards Penelope, mate. S’not common.”

Alex who has a beer of his own in hand lets out a laugh while lifting it up in cheers, “My wife likes Penelope too.”

“Listen to her, reckon it’s the best way to go,” Jeff says, eliciting laughter from the group of men that have gathered around.

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[allthingsfic]

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Had it been up to Harry, they‘d gotten married years ago. But Sophia had told him she thinks marriage is an obsolete tradition, one she didn‘t particularly care to be a part of.

Some papers and rings can‘t guarantee us happily ever after, she‘d said. Love, trust, loyalty, communication - that‘s what it takes to make a relationship last, were her exact words.

At the time, Harry didn’t have much of a choice but to agree. She did have a point but it didn‘t mean he‘d not been a little deflated. He‘d wanted her to wear the white dress, to walk down the aisle towards him, to be able to confess his love and devotion to her in front of their loved ones. And most importantly, and he knows that this one makes him sound like a caveman, he wanted her to have his last name so badly.

But Harry loved Sophia, loved their kids, loved the life they built together, and so he‘d accepted Sophia‘s decision and moved on. It wasn‘t that he needed a wedding to know she was it for him. It wasn‘t even the wedding he wanted, it was the marriage. And for his partner to have the same last name as him and their kids. But it was what it was. He’d love her no more or less with or without a ring on her finger.

It just would have been nice, is all.

you can read Fragile Heart and its prequel Porcelain Skin  >> here <<

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[stylishmuser]

Chapter Sixteen of “Timeless” Posts Friday @ 1 PM (MT)

Rhea stops and turns back around, “You know, what the worst part of this is Harry? You knew how scared I was… I am, that nobody would ever love me. That I wasn’t made for love,” her voice breaks and she clears her throat quickly after to hide it, “And you still keep getting my hopes up and I just.. keep letting you.”

Harry thinks he’s going to be sick, the bile rising up in his throat is the beginning indication of that. He’s not had more than a sip of beer all night and he feel dizzy, drowsy, like he’s not experiencing this at all. 

And then Rhea says it. The words that seal them, this, everything from the past 8 years of their life together. 

“I can’t spend anymore time with you, Harry. Because if I do I’ll fall in love with you again and you won’t. Again. I can’t keep waiting for you to be ready, Harry. Because I deserve to be loved by someone like how I loved you.

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[stylishmuser]

Unwritten [Niall Horan AU]  // COMING NOVEMBER ‘18

The only thing keeping Neha Khanna together is the book shop she owns and the romance novels she loses herself in. Niall Horan, on the hand,  is a cocky investment banker with a penchant for saving failing businesses and turning profits. If you ask him, he doesn’t have a single romantic bone in his body. 

When Neha’s on the verge of losing everything because of blissful ignorance, Niall’s the only one who can keep her world from shattering. 

But, that’s only if they can learn to get along first. 

A story about being lost and finding yourself, with help from the most unexpected of places, books, and realizing that everyone has a story — some just have yet to be written. 

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[yourbigsisnissi]

A part of being an adult is living with regret and not allowing it to consume you. The older you get, the more mistakes you’ve made, opportunities you’ve missed, people you’ve disappointed. And every day you have to remind yourself to be kind and forgiving of yourself. You accept and love the you from the past and understand that it’s all a part of the process. Then you move on and live your best life, knowing now as old as you feel today, you’ll never be this young again.