#adll

[marymay-art]

Nathaniel’s new look

Expectation:

Reality:

[sailorgeeky]

Amor Doce Love Life | Imagens EP 3

[queenthevampire]

Evento de música AD

Trajes do Evento nas minhas cores favoritas:

Maestro Vermelho e Walking Art padrão e destructured suit e disco diva vermelho

[musakawaiii]

Sem Game Play de AD-LL?

Segundo o suporte eles não tem a informação que anda circulando por ai, de não ser possivel fazer game play do futuro novo amor doce love life./

Mandei um email perguntando sobre o ocorrido e...

Agradecemos o seu interesse em nossos jogos! O suporte não tem esta informação no momento. Qualquer novidade será anunciado no Fórum para todos os jogadores.

[wcightofthcworlda]

random edits of alex danvers & laurel lance {{ 1/∞ }}

⮓ @masxked

[marymay-art]

"3 years after your graduation"

Its beem 3 years and nathaniel hasn't been to the doctor too see his wrist problem

Poor baby

[queenthevampire]

A foto é romântica, mas o momento poderia ter durado mais.

[capturing-me]

Named my Larry fic 'A dramatic life lesson'

Here's a preview of chapter one. I have 2 already written and I'm working on the 3rd.

Adjusting his bags shoulder strap, Harry Styles slipped through the crowded halls of the University of London determined to get to his class without hassle. He kept his head down, weaving between a group of girls gossiping and two boys chatting about the latest soccer match. It was the first week back and everyone was full of stories of their summer, wanting to catch up with roommates and friends who travelled in the warmer months. Harry himself had been in London all summer, hanging out with his roommate, Liam Payne, who was a professional soccer player. They spent early mornings on the field, Harry helping his roommate work on his skills before going for a big breakfast at a diner called Chloe’s.

He almost reached the drama department before the whispering started. At first it was subtle; he didn’t really notice it due to watching his shoes. They were blue today, dark blue with white laces. It wasn’t until someone bumped into his shoulder as they passed, did his focus move away from his shoes to the rest of the hall. He noticed a blonde girl point at him as she laughed with her shorter friends. The colour drained from Harry’s face as he started to notice other people stare at him, talking behind hands in hushed tones. It was happening again, they were talking about him. It was only the third day back and everything that could go wrong seemed to be heading that way. Swallowing, Harry quickened his pace as he tried to escape the hallway before things could get worst. Harry was in his second year, and never before had he witness so many people take interest in someone, especially not someone as boring as him. It was just the second day before when he was picking up lunch that he heard the first rumour.

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“Oh my God, Ashley, that’s the guy from the video!” some girl said in a loud whisper, clearly not good at hiding her conversation.

It came from behind Harry as he stepped forward in the lunch line, tapping his shoes impatiently. He had a meal packed by his lovely roommate Liam, but he needed a coffee after such a busy morning in his English classes. Harry, not realizing it was directed at him, continued onwards with a little interest in who had gotten the girls interest.

“Holy sh- Look Lisa, it’s that guy... What’s his name? You know the one that sounds like a porn star?” another girl asked. Harry couldn’t help himself; he peeked over his shoulder to try catch who they were talking about. Three girls, all of different heights and builds, stared back at him. Harry blushed and looked away. Why in the world would they be looking at him? “Did you just see that? He totally just checked me out,” the girl’s voice carried. “But you he’s not even gay. He tots faked it; I mean the guy wouldn’t even pay him. He had to be bad.”

Harry frowned. He didn’t understand what the girl was talking about. It couldn’t have been him, no one here even knew he was gay, plus he didn’t check her out and what was that about money? Girls were weird, that was for sure. Put off by the gossiping girls, Harry exited the line, walking towards the nearest vending machine for a soda instead. That’s when he heard it, his name, spill from the third girls lips. He spent the rest of the afternoon confused as he tried to decode the girls talk.

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He reached the door to the drama studio with minimal damage. He heard snippets of conversations and had a few more people laugh at him as he passed by. He wished the floor would just eat him up or he suddenly became invisible like some superhero. Except he was no hero, he never had been. More like a coward. That’s why he didn’t stop to ask what people were talking about, he just kept moving forward trying to get to his class and avoid it all. But still, the information he picked up from missed-matched conversations was enough. It seemed there was some kind of video going around, that’s what people kept referring to, and it involved him. Maybe it was from one of the pub crawls he went to, but which one? What did it involve? The word ‘gay’ echoed inside his mind. Did people know? How? How many people knew, and is that what caused the whispering? Did he let it slip one night and not remember the next more as he fought a handover?

With a tornado of thoughts swirling in Harry’s mind he walked into the classroom. The room that suddenly when quiet on his arrival. His eyes flicked around the small group, noticing two of the girls from the lunch line that were in the day before shared a look with each other. Harry swallowed, feeling the bit of his stomach hollow out. This wasn’t going to be his year, was it?

“Is everyone here?” asked someone with a light voice from behind Harry. Harry swerved around to see who was addressing the class, almost slamming right into the man in question. He stumbled backwards as the class laughed. “Woah, you okay there?” the other said, a hand moved to steady Harry. “Why don’t you go join the others, okay, mate?” he suggested, motioning towards the seats where everyone had settled.

The man who greeted Harry was stunning. Blue kind eyes that light up as he tilted his just slightly to the left, giving Harry a look that both portrayed excitement and worry. He looked young, probably in his first few years of teaching. Mr Tomlinson was the name assigned to his drama teacher on Harry’s schedule. He had expected someone old, someone who just did drama because something else was taken and he needed the money to get by. He didn’t expect a smile that was so gentle it could take baby skin on in a war of what was softer. The man’s smile would win, easily.