Masterlist
Lady and The Scamp
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Long Way Down-Angsty story about Harry as we know him (careerwise) married with kids.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
One Shots, Blurbs, Etc
DEAR READER
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
trying on a metaphor
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

titsay

@theartofmadeline
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Show & Tell
Three Goblin Art

JBB: An Artblog!
cherry valley forever
hello vonnie
Stranger Things
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Cosimo Galluzzi
we're not kids anymore.
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RMH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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seen from Sweden
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Masterlist
Lady and The Scamp
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Long Way Down-Angsty story about Harry as we know him (careerwise) married with kids.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
One Shots, Blurbs, Etc
so you dated the wrong person and learned a hard lesson. you chose the wrong major and had to start over again. you cherished a friend who backstabbed you. it sucks, but it’s also going to work out. that’s life; you learn, hurt, love, cry, laugh, and keep going. you experience setbacks and you grow and it’s all okay.
Harry needs to put his tickets on sale before he even releases a single I’m so serious let the real ones have a fighting chance
“No you don’t understand , there was so many kitchen utensils I had to walk out …”
one day i might be normal about italyrry but today it's not that day.
Canyon Moon Road Part Two
Harry woke up to the soft rustling of leaves and the distant sound of a rooster crowing. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow around the quaint guest room. He felt surprisingly rested, the kind of rest that comes from being somewhere serene and undemanding. He quickly dressed and made his way to the kitchen, following the enticing smell of fresh coffee.
Y/N was already there, moving around the kitchen with a practiced ease. She turned as he entered, her face lighting up with a welcoming smile. "Good morning! I hope you slept well."
"Better than I have in a long time," Harry replied, taking a seat at the small wooden table. "Thanks again for taking me in."
"It's no problem at all," Y/N said, handing him a steaming mug of coffee. "Like I told you last night no one works on Sunday.” She chuckled. “Well that’s a lie. Theres a cute little Farmer’s Market, if you’re into that kinda thing, and a diner in town. Other than that it’s you and me and Max”
Just as Harry was about to ask who Max was he felt a nudge on his leg. He found the simling face, tail wagging Black Lab. “I assume this is Max.”
“It is. Come here boy.” She called to the calm, happy dog. She rubbed his head just as he sat at her feet. She pointed toward the coffee pot with a gesture of her head. “Sorry it’s not a fancy cappuccino.”
Harry smiled. “No problem at all.” He said as he grabbed a mug and poured the dark drink.
“So you'll have to stay another day. Hope that's alright."
too precious
Let it hurt, then let it heal.
I can't tell you what I'm eating for dinner in an hour. Or if I'll get out of bed tomorrow. But I can tell you this, I'll never watch that dumb f*king movie starring Hathaway and Whozeewhatzit Guillotine.
- f.k.q
Canyon Moon Road Part One
A cool night breeze whipped through Harry's curls, bringing relief to an otherwise balmy night. Sure he could turn on the vintage car's A/C , but it wasn't anything compared to today's standards. And besides what was the point of having a convertible if you couldn't enjoy driving with the top down? This wasn't Harry's first solo road trip. It was actually one of his favorite things to do. As the wind tousled his hair and the open road stretched out before him, Harry felt freedom and exhilaration. This was a treasured moment of escape from everyday life and the world's constant demands.
He enjoyed the quaint towns along the way, whenever he stopped for snacks or drinks. Other times he'd stop for lunch or just to browse the shops he'd stumble across. He was invisible in these small towns. In the three days he'd been driving he'd only come across one fan. It was pleasant to have peace and quiet and privacy. Harry often found quaint antique shops filled with vintage treasures waiting to be discovered. There were also charming local boutiques offering handmade crafts and unique souvenirs. And if he was lucky, he might stumble upon a cozy bookstore or an art fair. His primary home was decorated with unusual treasures you could only find in places like this. Whenever he saw them it brought back joyful memories of these trips.
Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)
I thought this said cows and thought, "Okay, tell me more..."
Fanfic creators are like cows, some people think you can just milk them for content, but actually they need enrichment (comments) and a nice pasture to graze on (kudos/likes) and they secretly also like cuddles (asks about their fic/art)
Chubby Hubby
TW this dicusses body image issues. Please dont read if this will upset you in any way. I will always want what's best for you
This is soft, fluff but with body image disucssion.
Despite the tears in Harry's eyes as he waved goodbye to the crowd in Reggio Emilia, he had no doubt that his heart was filled with love, gratitude, sadness and joy. The final performance of Love On Tour was his last time bidding farewell to his fans. He wasn't sure when he would see them again, and that left a hollow in his heart. But it was finally time for him to take a break. And after 169 performances, two movies, press tours, and so much more it would be a well-deserved break. Night after night, he'd danced and stomped and sang his heart out across state after state and country after country. When he traveled he’d forget what time zone he was in sometimes. All the while, he kept a strict diet and even had his personal trainer beside him to keep him motivated. Later, once the crowd was long gone and the spotlight faded, he stood at the edge of the stage. His heart was pounding from the adrenaline rush of his last performance. The deafening roar of the crowd still reverberated in his ears, a testament to his fans' fervent adoration. It was the closing act of his world tour, the culmination of more than two years of tireless dedication and unwavering passion.
“Styles is teddy bears on your teenage bed, perfect handwriting on thank you cards, picked flowers on Sunday morning, puppies running on fresh-cut grass, Grandma's favorite homemade cake.”
becoming an adult cheat sheet!
learn to coupon
what to do when you can’t afford therapy
cleaning your bathroom
what to do when you can’t pay your bills
stress management
quick fix meals
find out if you’re paying too much for your cell phone bill
resume workshop
organize your closet
how to take care of yourself when you’re sick
what you should bring to a doctor’s appointment
what’s a mortgage?
how to pick a health insurance plan
hotlines list
your first gynecology appointment
what to do if the cops pull you over
things to have in your car in case of emergency
my moving out masterpost
how to make friends as an adult (video)
how to do taxes (video)
recommended reads for surviving adulthood (video)
change a flat tire (video)
how to do laundry (video)
opening a bank account (video)
laundry cheat sheet
recipes masterpost
tricks to help you sleep more
what the fuck should you make for dinner?
where should you go for drinks?
alcohol: know your limits
easy makeup tips
find seat maps for your flight
self-defense tips
prevent hangovers
workout masterpost
how to write a check
career builder
browse careers
birth control information
financial management software & app (free)
my mental health masterpost
my college applications masterpost
how to jumpstart a car
sex ed masterpost
I didn't think you were supposed to travel when close to your due date.
I sometimes feel like One Direction isn't getting back together.