#simg

[alwayswonderingandwandering]

la quadrifoglio

[caralara]

Sunflower In My Garden - Chapter 8

Hey you guys, I finally updated my canon fic! It’s only been a 10 month hiatus or something oops lol

Harry discovers he quite likes a certain new undergarment, and Louis of course eggs him on in some mischief! We also got a new player introduced - Savan.

You can find my canon fic here on AO3!

[crispysnakes]

lokthaire Whoa. Is kombucha fired down in this pic or are they naturally that dark?

He’s that dark. There’s an increased melanin gene floating around in the Sonoran locality pool, called SIMG. I believe Hans Winner first described it, and it works like IMG (the animal darkens as it ages, into black, and it also has black eyes). It makes for very nice leopards.

[fykhh]

[simondominic]

SimG 😩 😭

[kjxce-blog]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ gray x simon d | aomg ( x )

[alwayswonderingandwandering]

marmi

[caralara]

Sunday Snippet

There was only one name left to be called. And Harry was gutted. It didn’t even really matter if he got through, or Louis. They were not going to go into this adventure, spend the time together. Harry could already feel his eyes burn, desperate to keep the tears in until they were off stage, at least.

“The final contestant, who’s made it through is… Tom Richards.”

Harry’s stomach dropped. He was out. No, that can’t be it. It can’t be it. He barely heard Simon confirm that that was all, that the rest was out, that he was sorry. Harry couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Someone was pushing him off stage, he went into auto pilot, one foot after the other. Down the steps. Off stage, the production assistant from earlier this day made eye contact, wincing apologetically, and waved him over. Harry followed her, for a lack of anything else to do. She looked slightly uncomfortable, while telling him that they’re going to do just a quick shoot, and Harry nodded numbly. The quiet “and go” Harry barely heard, and then the production assistant prompted him for how he felt. Harry pulled off his beanie, feeling the tears coming now. He hardly got the words out, before the production assistant took mercy on him and let him go. He blindly went into the large of the room, pushing his beanie into his eyes. A pair of hands landed on his shoulders, turning him around and Harry went easily into the hug. Louis’ arms wrapped around him, and he just couldn’t keep the sobs from coming.

“Shhh, it’s alright, Harry. It’s gonna be alright. You were brilliant, and they’re knobheads for not seeing that,” Louis soothed, pushing his nose into Harry’s curls, whispering into his ear. Harry let himself cry and sob for a couple more minutes, eternally grateful Louis held him fast and tight through it all, not loosening his arms once until Harry started to move away, stepping back. Louis slid his hands from Harry’s shoulders up to his cheeks, wiping the tears away, giving a small smile.

“Try again next year, yeah, Curly? Promise?” he asked quietly, holding Harry’s cheeks, forcing him to look into Louis’ eyes, the blue startlingly contrasted by red rims.

“Okay,” Harry whispered, his voice scratchy from the tears.

“Promise?” Louis insisted. Harry cleared his throat, a small smile threatening to push his cheeks further into Louis’ hands.

“Promise,” Harry confirmed, averting his eyes. God, this boy. How did he manage to do that? It only hurt half as bad now. “Thank you,” he added, whispering.

Sunflower In My Garden - An X-Factor Canon Fic