#Louis’ fandom

[daisiesonafield-blog]

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[bloodofakashainme]

I just wanna say that

[loveforbrave]

girls be like “i know a spot” and then take you here

[landrinha]

I don't know if someone already did this but it's important.

[slothliart]

A smiling Louis 🥰

[transthatfag]

give them blood blood gallons of the stuff :)

[auchaczer]

so, when you leave me, i should die

i deserve it, don't i?

[schrutexbucks]

another tweet round up for interview with the vampire 7/xx

[meltingfin1]

I know this was such an emotional scene, I also wanted to acknowledge how pretty he looked

AOTV

[lightsoffwhentheyshouldbeup]

I’m like 99% sure that Louis, Zayn, Niall and Harry stayed away from each other in public on purpose today. They all know what would happen if the four of them stood next to each other and a picture of all four of them was taken. People were calling it “the reunion we never wished for” even before we knew there’d be a funeral attended by all of them. Would you call your grandpa’s funeral a “family reunion��? Probably not. This was never a “1D reunion”, always Liam’s funeral. So, by staying away from each other, they could make sure no one could get the picture everyone wanted. Which is so smart to protect themselves and Liam’s funeral. Because today wasn’t about One Direction. It was about Liam, who was part of Oke Direction, but so much more. A father. A son. A brother. A boyfriend. A friend. This was the best they could do for everyone including Liam. Not be seen together in public at his funeral to keep this about him. Imagine if paps got the high selling picture they wanted today - this isn’t something anyone could possibly wanted to be the lasting thing of this.

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Hi daisie, how are you?! Just wanted to ask for your opinion about louis’ situation, do you think he’ll ever be free from whatever it is that’s preventing him/his team to actually promote his stuff and binding him to that stupid stunt years later and many other things? Or is it always gonna be this way?

Hi dear,

I don’t think so. Whatever it is that happened bts changed Louis’ life and is going to impact it forever. He’s found ways to work around it and he’s massively successful even with all the obstacles put in his way. But to be 100% free of the limitations he’s got in the industry would be like erasing the industry itself. Some powerful people decided to make his career difficult and from what other artists say about being blacklisted, it’s something you don’t just overcome or get rid of. It’s forever. Of course he has found ways around it, and he has incredible value as an artist regardless, so he’s been able to get BMG to invest into him despite these obstacles. Honestly I think his fanbase is everything and his most powerful “weapon” in this fight. If it wasn’t for his strong fanbase I think they would’ve succeeded in burying his career. But he’s persevered and found success despite it. But I don’t see this completely going away.

[bloodofakashainme]

THE LOUSTAT MARRIAGE KISS WASN’T SCRIPTED. I REPEAT — THE LOUSTAT MARRIAGE KISS WASN’T SCRIPTED.

EVERYBODY, WAKE THE FUCK UP🚨

[sincerealev]

Hey guys sorry I disappeared for a bit, I had artblock and artstyle envy 👍 But I've been experimenting with my style so here's a quick art dump

[lottieshaunism]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE: - 2.05 - Don't be afraid, just start the tape

[issues4him]

13 year old me happily ignoring the ‘18+’ and ‘MDNI’ on all my favorite smuts

[happy74827]

Butterflies

[Harvey Specter x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You know you’re screwed when you feel them fluttering in your chest {GIF Creds: jeysuso}.

WC: 717

Category: Fluff

For all my Harvey lovers out there, I made a cute fluffy quickie (I’m seeing a lot of my fics being swarmed with love so why not add to it 🤗)

『••✎••』

It happened over a bottle of bourbon. A spilled bottle, actually. But a bottle of bourbon nonetheless, and that is important to note.

You didn’t mean to spill the alcohol all over your date, but he had made some comment about how you shouldn't be wearing a dress with a plunging neckline, so you just… happened to tip the entire thing over him.

The man was furious, of course, but he left pretty quickly after that. And you were left with a mess on the floor and a waiter hovering at the side, asking if you wanted another bottle.

You told him no. You just wanted to go home.

You didn't want a new date; you didn't want to sit at this stupid table with the stupid white tablecloth, the stupid, gaudy candlesticks, or the stupid waiter with the stupid, expectant look on his face.

"Miss?"

"No, thank you," you say, a little more firmly, gathering up your things and leaving as much cash as you can on the table. If you were smart, you'd have brought an umbrella, but you're not smart, so you'll just get drenched like an idiot.

But, fortunately for you, the person calling your name knew you well enough to know you weren’t that smart.

Before a drop of water could even hit your hair, a tall, dark figure steps out in front of you and blocks the downpour. Some might consider this a gentlemanly action, but you knew the man, and he was hardly ever gentle.

"You're welcome," Harvey says, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"You're a pain," you reply, but you're grateful for the cover.

"And you're dateless. So, I see two options: we can have dinner and a drink back at my place, or we can do dinner and a drink back at mine."

You can't help but laugh. "Did you use this on Scottie? I see why she left. That line was bad."

"You're not going to ask how I knew you were here?"

"Nope. You probably had Louis stalk me."

"Don't talk about the puppy like that."

"So you did have him stalk me!"

"I prefer the term 'make sure you were alright,'" Harvey replies, and he holds out his arm to you. "Guy was a douche. Let me buy you dessert to make up for it. And I don’t mean in the biblical sense, although that can be arranged, too, if you'd like."

"Harvey, you’re such—"

You turned to him, ready to tell him exactly what you thought of him, but the words died when you met his eyes. Those same eyes that allured you into taking his offer at Pearson Hardman. The same eyes that made you agree to work with him on the case despite your better judgment.

In a flash, you saw the whole thing: your first meeting, the cases, the laughs, the looks, the touches. And now, the moment.

When you were younger, the term butterflies had never really made sense to you. The idea of feeling them in your stomach seemed ridiculous, and yet, there you were, feeling them for the very first time.

They were all fluttering around inside of you, and all you could think was, "Oh, no."

And as if the universe had heard you, it suddenly stopped raining, and you both stood there in the middle of the street, the moon casting a warm light on your faces.

Harvey noticed it, too, and his expression softened. His usual cockiness was replaced with a gentle concern. "You okay?"

You nodded, biting your lip. "Yeah."

Harvey reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his hand lingering a moment longer than it needed to. He gave you that signature grin and asked, "You look like a velvet cake kind of girl. Am I right?"

He was right.

Goddamnit, he was right.

And as he swaddled you in his coat to keep you warm as you both went back inside, the anger and confusion you felt earlier melted into a quiet, warm glow.

Date night had not gone according to plan, but when his lips met yours and your hands slid through his soft, brown hair, you realized that, perhaps, sometimes, it was good to deviate from the plan.

The butterflies seemed to agree.