#billiejs

[cadetcama]

“He’s got a shovel and lots of ground to hide a body” “RICKY” “He hurt my sister!” -- I just can't with this lines of dialogue! lol! lol!

Listen I WISH I could take credit for that beautiful, amazing dialogue, but it was @billiejs - aka the real hero

[justowrites]

Purple!

What’s your astrological sign?

Scorpio! And boy am I ever...

What’s the best piece of advice you ever received?

Whoooo boy, I’ve gotten so much good advice over the years! One that sticks out was from my junior year English teacher. When she found out I wanted to be a teacher, she told me not to pursue it unless I couldn’t picture myself doing anything else. At the time, I thought she was discouraging me and it made me upset. But in hindsight (and in talking with her more about it), I realized what she meant was that teaching is a tough profession. You put in a lot of energy and you don’t get much in the way of pay or respect. You have to really love it in order to stick around. She was telling me not to go into this field unless it was the only true path I could see for myself, because she knew I wouldn’t be satisfied otherwise. She was right. I couldn’t see myself doing anything else and I’m more fulfilled now than ever.

I guess a more broadly applicable piece of advice came from a professor I had in grad school. She told me to “believe in the power of yet.” When you think you can’t do something, instead think “I can’t do this yet.” It’s really helped me free myself from the pressure to get things perfect right away. You’re allowed to make mistakes. You’re allowed to be bad at something when you first start out. The important thing is to keep trying, because that’s the only way we learn and progress.

When’s the last time you followed your instincts?

Like...all the time. I’m a very heart over head kind of guy.

What’s your favorite food?

God I love food. Like all food. Any food. My friends call me the human garbage disposal cuz I will literally eat anything. But if I had to pick a favorite, probably sushi!

What’s your secret dream?

I feel like all my dreams are pretty transparent to anyone who knows me even casually. But to become a published author, and also to become a dad one day. I guess really out-there would be to see an original story/novel I wrote get adapted as a movie or a show, and to get to be involved in that process somehow.

Thank you for asking! 💜

[sor-prendimi]

7, 25, 40 :)

7.Which artists/bands would you love to see live?

Penso la mia lista potrebbe andare avanti all’infinito visto che ogni volta che ascolto una canzone mi dico ‘toh, vorrei vederlo dal vivo!’. Proverò a limitarmi e dire: Christina Aguilera (perchè è stata tipo la mia primissima pop star preferita e me lo tengo come conto in sospeso). Beyoncè, Stromae, Katy Perry, Ellie Goulding (che a Febbraio è a Milano e io non posso andarci, sigh), Cesare Cremonini, Sia, MIKA,..sicuro sto dimenticando qualcuno. Anzi, sto dimenticando qualcuno di importante. La prossima volta che apro spotify inizio a segnarmeli tutti in agenda, mannaggia. 

25.Which do you prefer: indoor or outdoor concerts?

Citando Harry Potter (circa..), è il luogo che sceglie il concerto. Non è meglio un luogo chiuso o all’aperto, semplicemente esiste l’incastro perfetto tra l’idea che un artista ed il suo team hanno del progetto-concerto (inteso come coinvolgimento del pubblico, presa che l’artista ha sul pubblico, luci, strumentazione eccetera) e quel posto, che non poteva essere nessun altro se non quello. E allora c’è il teatro all’italiana per qualcosa di più intimo, un palazzetto per una folla danzante, uno stadio per il grande evento estivo nella grande città. Per cercare di rispondere alla domanda, comunque, potrei dire che ormai conosco il Forum di Assago abbastanza bene. (:

40.Have you seen your favorite artist in concert?

Il mio artista preferito cambia sempre un po’ a seconda di (qualcosa, non so bene cosa, ma qualcosa), ma da un po’ di tempo direi che siamo stabili su Ed Sheeran e quindi sì, ad oggi ho avuto la fortuna di esserci per il concerto del mio artista preferito. (:

[nooradeservedbetter]

I've always struggled with louis btw Gryffindor and Slytherin; I love the idea of Hufflepuff for him but I think he likes the glory a tad too much! H is the kindest Slytherin ever but he could also fit in Gryffindor, and I see both N an L as Puffs!

Hmmm I can see your point, but I still won’t put him in Slytherin, unless I’m kinda going OOC (which, well, with RPF is almost guaranteed but). Point is, using the fact that he’s not straightforward with his problem-solving solutions is not right, like, they’re all like this because of the life they have, so either they’re all in Slytherin or we use other characteristics.

I see Harry either in Slytherin or in Ravenclaw tbh, but that’s probably because they’re my two houses of choice ahahahah.

(Also -- I’ve found this post, it’s amazing!)

[fadedpinkhair]

Larry 31 for the number/drabble thingie :)

“You lied to me.” 

Harry looks up from his spot in the center of the living room floor. There’s an explosion of stuff around him, his open suitcases strewn around the room. Half his wardrobe’s draped on the couch and the floor around it, his school books piled up next to the coffee table and a box full of his shoes taking up residence on the arm chair. He’s not actually sure why he’s got so many shoes. 

In any case, he looks up at Louis, who’s standing in the entrance to the kitchen holding one of Harry’s oven mitts. Louis’s flatmate has just moved out, so Harry’s taking his old room which obviously means Louis has to help him unpack. But Louis is frowning, sort of like he’s confused and a little like he’s hurt, maybe. Harry’s not so sure what about an oven mitt has got him so upset.

“What?” 

“You lied to me,” Louis says, holding up his other hand. His hand that has an old postcard in it, one that used to be on Harry’s fridge at his old place and that Harry was definitely sure he’d put in his bedroom stuff and not his kitchen stuff. Fuck. 

“It’s – I – It’s not what you think,” Harry says, heart in his throat.

Louis’ jaw ticks. “What is it, then?” 

“It’s – I just –” Harry closes his eyes, his face flaming. He has no explanation, is the thing. He knows he’s caught. He lied. He did. He lied and Louis’ figured it out and now he’s fucked. 

“I’m sorry,” Harry whispers, his eyes screwed up tight. Louis doesn’t say anything for so long that Harry looks at him again, his face falling at how sad Louis looks. Harry looks at him and he looks back, silence stretching between them for an unbearably tense moment. 

“I asked you if you remembered and you said no,” Louis says eventually. His voice wavers. He sounds like he might cry. “I asked you if you – You lied to me.”

“I know, I know, okay? I’m sorry.” Harry can feel the tears welling up in his eyes. God, it’s so stupid to cry, but he just – he’s so happy to finally be living with Louis, to be friends with him again, but he should’ve known it couldn’t last. “I didn’t – I just wanted –” 

“What? To make fun of me?” Louis’ voice has gone hard and mean. Angry. He has every right to be angry, but Harry wouldn’t ever – 

 Harry shakes his head. “No, never. It wasn’t that. I – I just thought you wouldn’t remember,” Harry says, though he feels like he’s pleading. “I thought you’d forgotten and then you hadn’t and it – it surprised me.” 

And embarrassed me, Harry doesn’t say. Meeting Louis again after befriending him at summer camp almost ten years prior had been amazing. A miracle, it felt like. Harry hadn’t gone a week without reliving the good memories. The swims and the crafts and Louis smushing s’mores in Harry’s curls and then helping him wash it out and, most importantly, their last night by the bonfire. How Louis looked glowing in the firelight, how warm Harry felt, how his lips tingled when he’d leaned forward and pressed them to Louis’. 

Louis had smiled at him and held his hand and given him his address the next morning and a promise to keep in touch. Harry had gotten the postcard a few weeks later and sent a letter back, but nothing ever came of it. He’d thought maybe Louis had decided he was over that kind of thing, that Harry didn’t actually mean anything to him, so when they ran into each other in the middle of their first year of uni, well. Well. 

“So you lied,” Louis says, voice still hard. It’s a bit like running into a brick wall, hearing it and knowing he’s the one who made Louis sound like that. 

“What was I supposed to do?” Harry asks, throwing his hands up. “I lied, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, but you – you kissed me and sent me a post card and then never replied. I thought you –” Hated me. He lets out a breath that sounds a bit too much like a sob for his liking. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about it.” 

Louis is quiet for a long time before he says, “You kissed me.” 

Harry blinks. “What?” 

“You kissed me.” Louis stands up straighter. “You leaned in first.” 

“Well you kissed back,” Harry sputters, standing up. It’s pretty unfair for Louis to act like this is all his fault, he thinks. The lying bit is his fault, definitely, but it was mutual. It was definitely mutual.

Louis tilts his head at him. “I did.” He looks less angry now, more sort of…challenging. “I did kiss you back.” 

“Yeah,” Harry says, because it’s obvious. “Because you liked me too. And then you never wrote back.” 

Louis frowns at that, looking down at the post card. He flips it over, lips quirking up at his own handwriting, words that Harry’s long since memorized. 

Hazza, thanks for a brilliant summer! miss you a lot, hope to hear from you!! xx Louis

Harry steps around the couch, approaching Louis cautiously, putting a hand on his wrist. 

“I really am sorry,” he says quietly. 

Louis nods and looks up at him. “I never got your letter. I’m sorry too. If I’d known –” He breaks off, shaking his head. Harry tightens his grip on Louis’ wrist. 

“What? If you’d known what?” 

Louis looks him straight in the eye. “If I’d known you’d remembered, I would’ve done this sooner,” he says, and leans forward to kiss Harry on the mouth. 

“Guess we’ll have to make up for lost time then, yeah?” Harry says, laughing as Louis kisses him again. 

[ostricacida]

Dear future me..... ;)

Dear future me,I hope you quite enjoy the life path that I chose. I know it took me a little while, but better late than ever, right? I hope you won’t hold it against me.I hope you reached all your goals, that you won’t allow yourself - or other people - to let you down, that you’re proud of the woman you’ve become.

I also hope that you won’t lose your sarcasm and your bright personality, that you’ll keep being a good and supportive friend and that you’ll let others take care of you as much as you take care of other people.And don’t forget to take care of yourself like you did in the past, for fuck’s sake.Maybe you should listen to “Strong” more often, and you should believe Louis Tomlinson when he says that “he’s not scared of love”.

Ah, and I really hope dad isn’t still holding against you the fact that it took me two years to decide what I wanted to do with my life: well, you know, you can always tell him that you won’t buy him a fancy house once you’ll be a beautiful, rich and famous woman in career, ahaha.