[words-on-pages]

i just want to say to fic readers that big long rambly comments on fics, where you say the things you loved about it and sometimes get capslocky and squeal and use exclamation points and quote parts and praise the smut or the characterizations or the world building or the chemistry or all of the above, comments like that are fucking incredible and every fic author loves you, thank you

[blossomfully]

She thought to herself, “what if I never love anyone like him again?” Then she thought, “maybe I don’t want to.

(via missinyouiskillingme)

  (via kushandwizdom)

[thefeelsgawd]

Lazy Day Requests..... Not doing anything for the day so this is the perfect time to request personal imagines, imagines, preferences or One-shots.. or just to talk to me please I am in need of love!

[thefeelsgawd]

Learning to Love

Louis Tomlinson one shot (prt.2)

I sit with dry eyes, containing my emotions, watching his hands move in explanation along with his meaningless words.

“You speak such utter shite,” I blurt out, his chocolate eyes widening with surprise, because I am calling him out on his bull.

Niall left a short while ago, saying he needed his beauty sleep but really he was just giving Louis and I space to talk it out.

It is only now as we stare at one another I see the pain written across his face, the bags that represent a lack of sleep underneath his eyes and his chapped pink lips that have obviously been torn apart by biting on them, due to stress I presume. My beautiful boyfriend has grown older looking in the space of a few short months. And I wonder how I did not notice these obvious changes before tonight?

“When did you tell Niall?” I ask, this question is one of the most important ones, because it could break or make us.

“The day after she told me.” He answers honestly. The fact he did not lie to me again, proves he has at least a fraction of respect for our relationship.

“When did she find out?” I question.

“2 months before she told me.“

“What’s your plan?” It’s a question I hadn’t planned but I realise now I need answering.

His hand reaches for my knee, but I pull away needing space. If he touches me in any way I’ll break and right now I cant do that.

His eyes drift up my face, as he studies me in a way he never has before. He is trying to figure out what I want him to say, but I honestly have no idea what I want right now. He seems to realise this and closes his eyes for a moment as if putting his words together correctly in his mind before he speaks them out loud.

When he opens them again, I watch his mask come off and his whole face changes into the boy I feel in love with, but this boy he is broken, he is afraid and most of all he is lost.

“I love you with every fibre of my being, I have ever since I first met you. I remember the first thing I noticed about you was your sparkling eyes, and to be honest before you I’d never cared about eyes. I used to wonder why anyone gave a fuck about eyes, ‘not like they’d be sucking me off’, I’d say to the lads.“ And he takes a moment to laugh, clearing his throat when he realises I don’t find his comment any bit funny. “Then you opened your mouth, and that sharp tongue of yours made me even more attracted to you, I just knew you’d keep me on my toes, even before I knew your name. So when all that shit went down and we thought we needed a break to figure stuff out; I might have told you that was okay, that I understood - but it wasn’t, I didn’t get it.“

“So you got some random bird pregnant in order to deal with it?” I interrupt, my heart racing at his words; but my blood boiling with anger.

I see his eyes fill with tears, and even though I understand none of this was his intention; I still find it hard to control all the emotions running around my body.

He shuffles closer to me and I allow my forehead to rest on his shoulder. I can feel each time he takes a deep breath in and let’s one out. His nerves are evident. Never in my life have I seen Louis nervous; not before a show nor the day we first met. This is an odd experience.

“You never answered my question.” I mumble, dragging in the smell of his cologne, it reminds me of home.

“That’s because I want you to tell me what I should do. All I want to do is be with you but I can’t abandon this responsibility I’m about to receive either.”

I take a moment to collect my thoughts; differentiating between my wants and needs. I want him to have no connection with this girl who’s name I don’t even know, I need him to be the responsible man I know he is and to handle the consequences of his actions. I want him to kiss me and tell me this is all a big joke but I need him to hold me and just tell me he loves me, no matter what happens.

“Please tell me what is going on in that brain of yours,” he whispers, almost begging.

“I love you, and I don’t know how this is going to work. I don’t know if in a weeks time I’ll be able to still be with you or when we meet the mother of your child and your child I’ll be able to accept it but I do know right now I can't see a future without you by my side.”

“So you’re saying?” He questions, leaving my side and getting on his two knees in front of me.

Instead of answering his question, I lean closer and place my lips softly on his. I love this man, and as the kiss becomes more passionate I know that he understands what I am saying.

A/n: Here is part two, might make a part three where (y/n) meets the baby for the first time.. or a story on Niall's love life during the time they broke up... only if people tell me what they want and think.

[vintage1der]

A cute thing I noticed

You know when you notice a small detail about something or someone and then you can’t help noticing it all the time?

So, I noticed that whenever Harry pushes his hair back with his right hand he then proceeds to touch the curly ends.

Feel free to add more “evidence” on this very important subject

[2k15luke]

I hope this doesn’t sound petty because it’s not supposed to but i’m quite sure a lot of my writer friends can relate? I write because I love doing it and I will always write things - whatever their context or content - because I love to do it, even if it’s just for myself. In terms of fandom writing, though, it can get a little discouraging when you don’t know how people are responding or whether they’re even reading. I don’t know about you guys, but I think that feedback is a big part of what keeps writers going, you know? If you feel like no one’s reading - when you’re writing fandom stuff - it can feel like a waste. I’ve been so, so lucky in the way you guys have responded to things I post and it consistently surprises and overwhelms me, I am never being disingenuous when I say that. When you guys reach out to send messages or reblog and tag stuff with your thoughts? That’s the stuff that makes me (and I assume other writers) more eager to continue. This is honestly not to like, guilt anyone or anything. Just something to think about from a writers perspective if that makes sense?

[kingzayndaily]

I have, yeah, seen the music video. It’s cool… Yeah, that was cool. I liked the fact that, you know, they were, um, nostalgic, shall we say, about the memories that we shared together and it was a positive thing, you know. There was nothing negative or bad. So I enjoyed it. It was nice looking back at the memories we shared together. It was cool.

Zayn discussing One Direction’s History music video (Interview with Zach Sang and The Gang)

Breaking my achy-breaky heart 💔

[thefeelsgawd]

Learning to Love.. contemplation

The response I got on ‘Learning to love’ has made me think about maybe making it a short series, but at the same time that all depends on you lot?! And then ending would need to be decided ehhh.. and then I could also have Niall’s story maybe twist into it.. ahh I don’t know

[thefeelsgawd]

part twooooooooo

Yes! Yes! Yes!

[thefeelsgawd]

Can you make a part 2 to Learning to Love??❤️❤️ its amazing!

I can, I can, I can <3 Thankyou so much a stór <3

[thefeelsgawd]

DO PART TWO OMG

OMG I ACTUALLY WILL <3

[thefeelsgawd]

pls do a part two of that louis one shot

I will most definitely do a part two, just give me a little time.. <3

[thefeelsgawd]

Learning to love

Louis Tomlinson One shot

I run faster than I have ever ran before, Louis’ voice loud behind me shouting my name over and over, his steps getting closer as I reach the last step of the stairs - tripping over my own feet but gathering my self back up to make a speedy exit out through the front door of our apartment building.

Tears roll down my cheeks in a steady rhythm, I have no place to hide but I can at least try. I wave a taxi down and get in telling him where I need to go.

We arrive not even ten minutes later and I ask him to wait while I get money to pay the fare. I bang my fist hard against the red front door of a beautiful suburban house. Niall answers, shirtless with a pair of sweats loosely hanging from his hips. He rubs his eyes to get rid of the sleep, and looks me up and down. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, knowing full well something has happened between Louis and I.

“First of all I need you to pay my taxi fare,” I tell him as I walk inside and flop down on his comfortable and homely couch.

“Story?” Niall asks as soon as he walks back inside after paying my fare.

“How long have you known?” I question, my eyes turning towards my friend who even half asleep has one of the most handsome faces I have ever layed eyes upon. Apart from Louis that is - the man who takes my breathe away each time I take a moment to appreciate his beauty.

Niall plops down beside me his arm dropping over my shoulder and his eyes focusing on the black screen in front of us, his eyes squinting as if he is trying to recall a memory that has been locked away, hidden for so very long. After a few minutes he begins to speak.

“We went touring in America, like during September. You and Louis were on that stupid break in order to find out what ue wanted or some Bullshit like that. He was in a bad way (y/n), he was drinking all the time, before and after the show. All he did was speak about you. He was drowning in self pity.” He pauses, as if for dramatic effect but I know better.

September was a hard month not only for Louis and I, but for us all, especially Niall. One of the hardest months of his life so far, and though I want to speak to him about it, right now I’m being selfish, I need to be. I lay my hand on his thigh giving him a signal to continue, while also praying that he knows I am here and when he is ready to speak about it I’ll be right beside him.

“He loves you yeah know, he did back then and he does more than ever now. But when he drank back then it was to forget about you, it was his mission to get so plastered he didn’t remember your smile, your laugh, the way your eyes sparkle with mystery when you’re hiding something from him - he told me that and more one late night as we both sat completely sober next to one another, wanting the people we loved dearly to return to us.”

“Let me guess, drinking didn’t do it for him. So one night in the back arse of nowhere he saw a skinny little thing walk into the bar and he seduced her all the way back to his hotel room. And this didn’t happen once did it Niall?” I question rhetorically, but see Niall shake his head. “He basically followed the same routine everynight; got pissed, fucked that one and left me voicemail after voicemail.“

Just as he opens his mouth to speak, I hear the knock on his front door and know who it is. I knew he would find me, like I said I had no place to hide.

"Niall, before you answer it I need you to answer one more question,” I tell him.

“Anything (y/n).”

“Did you know she was pregnant?”

His reaction tells me all I need to know.

“Let him in.”  

A/N - This is part one, if you want part two do tell me in ask box or message me! That way I’ll find the motivation to write it quicker.

[brooke-whoran69]

emotional wreck just hug me

man i remember laying in bed late at night everynight watching vlogs of the boys on the stairs, and they always made me laugh. i remember not knowing who was who and now i know what time they were born (i’m laughing at how insane i sound). i remember learning all the lyrics to the songs on the UAN album in less than a week. i remember seeing Harry’s ears was a mission to complete, and now he can’t stop flaunting them. i remember Niall’s crooked teeth and how insecure he was that he wore a shirt into the water. i remember Liam being the daddy directioner and dating Danielle, and god i shipped them so fucking badly. i remember when Louis and Niall didn’t get much parts in songs. i remember hearing Zayn’s high note for the first time and wanting to drown myself in his vocals. i remember not being sassy and upfront about “hot men”, i was always shy to say that a man looked attractive; that was until these boys and this fandom pulled me out and made me a fucking animal. i remember getting excited about the TMH album and the This Is Us movie. i remember Niall yelling “I’m a big fat idiot” and then making that cute “oh” sound when he falls over and starts laughing his ass off and Harry’s high pitched “did you get that on camera?” and Liam’s cute af laugh and Zayn’s acting like it’s a normal thing for him and omfg favouite memory ever. i remember Harry dated Taylor and no one liked Taylor and to this day, i still know people who dislike her bc of that stupid reason. i remember when Payzer broke up )-: i remember being mad when Sophia came into the picture. but then i eventually loved her and was glad she made baby Liam happy. oh god, i remember all the larry moments god help me with that. and i remember when each perfume came out and i didn’t even have enough money to get it. i remember never being able to go to their concert bc i’m poor duh. i remember when Zayn left the band, and i shed so much tears i thought i was drowning in them. i remember how it felt in that moment i thought that i’d never been able to see all 5 of them live. i remember when they announced they’re going on a break. i cried a little sadness and happiness bc sad bc i’ll miss them i’ve grown to love these boys more than i should have. and happy bc i can hopefully try and save money for tickets to their show and focus on my studies more without distraction from those fools. i remember their last perfomance on x factor and cried so fucking much i choked. so much shit had gone on in this fandom that i’m so fucking proud of all of you for staying strong and to those who left bc they couldn’t handle the drama; eh, we didn’t need you anyway. there’s too many things to remember. they were mainly the highlights but god. i’m going to fuckng miss them and it’s going to be one hell of a long ass fucking year. 

arms are open to everyone who wants a cuddle bc they’re sad about our boys.

they’ll be back though, even more better. they need this break. we’ll still support them. always in our hearts. stay strong precious, love you x

[thefeelsgawd]

Picture Preference #6 - Romantic Holidays

Harry: (He takes you to Japan, bringing you on romantic dates to the Tunnel of Lights and gardens filled with beauty, that he tells you reminds him of you) 

Niall: (He takes you on a sun holiday to Malta, hoping to get some sun and chill out with a few drinks by the pool, some midnight strolls on the beach and a few nice dinners out together) 

Louis: (He takes you to the traditional city of love, Paris where he can take you out for romantic dinners, go on strolls around the city, tour the eiffel tower and have fun in Disneyland Paris)

Liam: (He takes you to Florida, so he can take you to all the theme parks, romantic equals fun, childish fun in both your eyes) 

Zayn: (He takes you to Niall’s country, Ireland, in hopes of some peace and quiet with you curled up in front of a fire, playing board games, listening to the wind and rain)

[veganvibez]

found the best twitter 

[kastiakbc]

I was angry until i read the tweets

[queeranne]

How did they manage to find so many incorrect ways to spell feminism

[thefeelsgawd]

Random Zayn thing

He pushes me up against the wooden bar in the dark and musky pub. Each of his hands placed firmly on my hips, his strong, manly fingers digging Into my skin, leaving fingerprints that will bruise later on, no doubt. “I fucking love you, you thick bitch,” he whispers angrily into my left ear, his breathing heavy, stirring the lose strands of hair around my ear. “How can I believe words that don’t match actions? You leave days in between any communication. You go on tour and never call me, you go out and the paps take pictures of you holding hands with whores as you leave the clubs. You don’t know what love is,” she tells him calmly yet tears rush to her swollen blue eyes. “I know that what I feel for you hasn’t changed with alcohol running through my system, that the girls I try and get into that aren’t you don’t make the cut and always end up leaving my place without even a kiss on the lips. I know that even when I’m not texting or calling you that it’s all I want to do and that I catch smells or glimpses of different things that remind me of you all the Fucking time.,” he says. “I know this shit is love or at least the closest I’ve ever been.” My hands move to his chest, wanting to push him away but I can feel his heart beating in an irregular pattern. His forehead looks sweaty and his eyes tell me he’s filled with anger and sadness. “Prove it.” And with that his chapped lips land on mine in a rough seduction filled with a passion stronger than anything I’ve felt before and even though he may not love me his crotch sure does.