#also louis' face at the very end he KILLS me he's so funny

[savagewildnerness]

Thank you to @yeehawbicth for the suggestion!

This was kinda cathartic, GRRR! Teeheehee!

Look, if you want me to go weird, oh YEAH… I don’t have to do pretty tunes! ���😈 Just first go improvise & here it is 🤷🏻‍♀️! The BANGS are because I was sat too close to my violin case and kept bashing my arm/bow into the case, LOLOLOL: spatial awareness of me = zero.

Armand is stood on a (beige!) cushion (A da Vinci cushion, which feels somehow apt for the vamps?)

(1) because Louis is taller enough it seemed funny otherwise &

(2) it felt both amusing & possibly a thing Armand might have to do to assert control in some sad & heartbreaking desperation were he smaller in this situation!?! AND book-Armand isn’t very tall so that adds a whole extra layer to it all!

OK, let’s try the middle a bit of this…. I had a think about it and it’s actually very hard to think about musically, because there is obviously such anger there on both sides of the fight… but it isn’t mere anger on either side… underlying the anger for Armand is love, fear, control and terror… Underlying the anger for Louis is resentment, depression, unhappiness, an apathy borne of sorrow and loss and yearning for escape and/or for Lestat (oh… and being out of his mind on Daniel’s drugs!)… and for both of them - a fear of being alone in eternity… but especially for Armand. And Louis is actively trying to hurt Armand, whereas Armand is reacting as he is hurt & is also worried for Louis, but his hurt trumps his worry in the end.

Because of this I thought it was best to do two improvisations - one for Louis and one for Armand… but I’ll do them one after the other so I’m sure you won’t tell when I move from Louis to Armand….

I partly thought it would have been better to do tomorrow when violin could have been Louis & piano, Armand… but I can’t do this scene without @torisngeli’s vampires! (Even though it’s VERY hard to look at Louis’ adorable face & Armand’s little smile & imagine either as angry! 😂) Not when Louis is literally wearing his outfit from this scene! One day I’ll try an improvise to the footage of this scene! But for today… (I wanted to stop before they moved on to Claudia as that alters the vibe…)

Also, I had to distill the feelings down further to have in my mind:

For Louis: an anger that is trying to hurt & a vast, aching sorrow of feeling trapped, a half-buried yearning longing for Lestat, though he doesn’t want to & a hopeless search for escape.

For Armand: fear, love, pain, terror & a controlled calm that won’t entirely release the depths of his anger and sorrow.

I also thought about Gremlin-Armand & the hammer of “Lestat, Lestat, Lestat…”

Louis: Oh, this is boring! You're boring! You are so boring! Colourless. Flavourless. Dull! Dull! Dull nights, dull weeks! Dull months, dull as fuck! Suffocation by the world's softest, beige-est pillow! The ten hours I spent with that boy were more exciting, more fascinating than decades with you! Oh, there it is! The half-blank, half-apocalyptic look! But what does it mean tonight, huh? Does he want to lick my boots or chop my hands off? Is it the gremlin or the good nurse tonight? Huh? Okay, Okay, let's wake the boy up and let's try you. "I'm the vampire Armand and my daddy vampire groomed me into a little bitch. Vampires who murdered my Daddy made me pretend I didn't have a dick for 240 years.

Armand: Okay. Okay, perhaps. But am I as boring as the blather committed onto the ferric tapes of your fascinating boy? "Oh, it's so, so hard to be me. It's so hard to kill humans. I can feel their feelings as I drain them. Everyone I know wrongs me. My brother, he tossed himself off a roof! My sister, she buried me alive. My daughter was my sister was my throw pillow. “Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat. Lestat." The name!! The name! Unuttered in our home for 23 years, said over and over again until it was pounding in my brain like a hammer.

[weirdestbooks]

Camping is Deadly (Wattpad | Ao3)

Requested by LikeAPro42

In hindsight, accepting an invitation from Florida to go on a camping trip wasn’t the best idea. But Mississippi was bored, and a break from her government had sounded wonderful. Now, she was wondering if it was too late to escape.

“¿Por qué hizo empezar un fuego, Puerto Rico?” (Why did you start a fire Puerto Rico?) Florida yelled as he began stamping out the flames slowly spreading towards the tents.

“Yo pensé muy divertido.” (I thought it was very funny) Puerto Rico snapped back sarcastically, looking like he wanted to beat Florida over the head with his wooden spoon, his ears pulled back against his wooly hair, his teeth bared. Of course, that wasn’t as intimidating as Puerto Rico probably wanted it to be, considering he wasn’t lucky enough to get fangs.

It was, however, very adorable.

“I’m surprised it took us this long to get to arson,” Georgia commented, watching the scene with amusement.

“It’s not arson if it’s an accident!” Puerto Rico yelled back.

“But wasss it an asssident?” Alabama asked.

“Cállate, snake boy.” Puerto Rico snapped, throwing the spoon at Alabama. Alabama ducked, but Louisana caught the spoon. 

“Now, frær, if you had broken one of my good spoons, I would have kicked your ass. You decided to have me make soupé, and I will ban you from eating my food till you get me a new one.” Louisiana said.

“No, lo siento, Ana. Por favor, don’t make me eat Rida’s cooking.” Puerto Rico begged, getting on his knees.

“Rude! I never sent you to the hospital!” Florida said, knocking his elbow into Puerto Rico’s head.

“Yeah, 'cause I don’t go to hospitals anymore, bruto.” Puerto Rico argued, “Not since that hijo de puta Rhoads.”

“That’s gonna get ya killed one day, piti,” Louisiana commented as Puerto Rico stood up, repeatedly jabbing his elbow toward Florida. Upon hearing Louisiana’s comment, his face seemed to fall slightly.

“Hasn’t gotten me killed yet.” Puerto Rico muttered quietly, crossing his arms. Georgia went to stand beside him, bumping their shoulders together as a sign of comfort. Puerto Rico shot her a small smile.

“Ah, the mindset of a true American.” Mississippi commented, trying to break the tension, causing Puerto Rico to flip her off, “Oh come on, that was a compliment!”

“Can I get unadopted now? I’ll go be a recluse on my island and kidnap a bunch of people’s kids like Wai.” Puerto Rico sighed. Florida snorted.

“Lo siento, hermanito. You’re stuck with us until the end times.” Florida said, throwing an arm around Puerto Rico.

“Sweet, I’ll be free next week.” Puerto Rico said, causing Louisana to point her spoon at him.

“Piti, get that attitude out of my kitchen.” They threatened, causing amused laughter to ripple through the group.

“Lou, it’s bumfuck nowhere, Florida,” Alabama said, “Lassst time we were here, we all had to go to the hossspital after Rida made us food. Assside from Richard, who doesssn’t want to care about hisss health.”

“Rida gave you poisonous berries. I am making food, and you will respect me.” Louisiana said, ignoring Puerto Rico’s complaints that he did get medical attention. 

“They weren’t poisonous. Y’all are just cowards,” Florida argued, prompting Georgia to elbow him sharply in the ribs.

“Why did I let Florida talk me into this again?” Mississippi murmured.

“I don’t know why you did, but Rida bribed me with Louis’ cooking.” Puerto Rico said, gaining nods of agreement from everyone aside from Louisiana.

“High praise from my siblings, but also, ouch, Flor, am I just a bargaining chip to you?” Louisiana asked, hand over their heart.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Florida answered, no emotion in his voice,

“There’s a joke to be had about our biological father there.” Puerto Rico said.

“Quiet, or you’re going in the swamp.”

“Oh no, the swamp, so scary. I’m gonna see snakes and bugs!” Puerto Rico snarked back.

“Well, maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll see Shrek,” Mississippi said, crossing her arms.

“Please, Shrek has standards. Why would he be in Florida?” Puerto Rico asked.

“¡Me cansé! El tiempo de pantano.” (That’s it! Swamp time.) Florida said, rushing at Puerto Rico, who dodged, blew a raspberry at Florida, then vanished, “¡Hijo de puta!” 

“Well, at leassst there were no casssualtiesss thisss time.” 

[lou-iz-stat]

Well I got to episode 5 in my IWTV S1 rewatch…

Truthfully I probably won’t say much about this episode since there is so much of it in season 2 that I think will be revisited. On top of that I am at the end of my semester at school so I probably won’t say much because of that too. Also out of all of the episodes of s1 this the episode that I have seen the least.

But we still have 3 more weeks until season 2 where I have no doubt that s1 will be tame when compared to it. I’m getting more and more nervous each week not going to lie.

Ok… here we go!

IWTV S1 E5: A Vile Hunger for Your Hammering Heart

The episode starts with Daniel reading Claudia’s diary and how she records the last words of the people she kills.

But then Daniel is interrupted by Louis feeding on ‘Rashid’. It is pretty nasty for Louis and Armand to do this in front of Daniel. He even reads his mind to try and throw Daniel off his game. I notice that whenever Daniel tries to talk about something negatively about Claudia, Louis will always try to do something to throw Daniel off that even holds through in the ‘Paris sucks’ clip we have in s2.

It’s funny that Armand tells Daniel he would not let him anywhere near his neck. He must still be mad at Daniel for something maybe Devil’s minion related? 👀

Then we go back to 1923 where Louis thinks that she has gone on a hunger strike because of Charlie but Lestat knows that she is just escaping when they have to go feed. Since they are so similar Lestat knows that Claudia would not skip out on meals.

Also the line “I know what I’d do, but you cut my hands off.” Like!!!!! Fucked up Nikki reference. 😭

Also Lestat reading the diary and the dairy being so graphic ugh… 🤢

Everything is just such a mess… oh boy… with all the bodies coming up

And of course Tom Anderson is trying to distract Loustat since the Police chief is there in the speakeasy.

I feel so much anxiety with all the cops in their home! And Claudia is not helping! 😬

There are still some comical bits such as the “We sell… incinerators.” Louis’s little shrug at Lestat. “To various American cities.” The delivery is actually very funny.

Also what’s funny is Claudia’s acting when the cop opens her door. Her face when she drops the blanket and the closet door opens to show the rotting man.

But all the fun and games stop when the cop is homophobic.

Yes Lestat is a jerk and treats Claudia like shit and still sees Antoinette so Claudia only feels like she has to leave.

Also establishing that Claudia is unable to turn people is a great thing to set up now.

And even though it’s heartbreaking I do love that Claudia gets mad at Louis for not just taking her to a hospital but made Lestat turn her into this monster. Bailey’s acting is just so perfect here.

We go back to Dubai and Daniel is telling Louis some harsh truths about what the public could do with Claudia. Yikes

And their home turns into a ruin after they wake up from their long nap

Man…Fuck Bruce

The part where Louis makes Daniel’s Parkinson’s go out of control as always annoyed me even if Daniel was stepping out of bounce it just never sat right to me. And of course Armand is there to ‘calm Louis down’

We go back once again and we see the scene of Louis saying his final goodbye to Grace and his makes Claudia come home after everything.

Lestat is such a bitch when she comes home. I understand what he is trying to do but it’s just all wrong.

And the fight happens. We will revisit what happened during the fight in the coffin room that we don’t get to see. But as an indication by some parts of the trailer we have already seen a glimpse of it. Hopefully the writers handle it well…

Also the during the drop scene it sounds a lot like what Armand said to Lestat before pushing him off a tower in TVL so I guess we’ll see what comes of it.

Okay good got through that one. Now I can get back to some class work lol.

I cannot believe that we are now 3 weeks away from seeing the premier for season 2 and for some of you, you will be seeing it in about a week and a half. Good luck to the NYC people that get to see it early.

[hermit-frog]

I love how those lestat fans anons are so angered by Louis lmao LDPDL the power that you have! He makes them loose their mind over his beautiful existence. They cannot comprehend how enthralling and compelling he is as a character. And why their fave is at his feet and will always be.

I'm always laughing when lestat fans complain about Louis being whiny when he has legit reasons to be sad and complain about his life. But if we have to point out fingers at whiny people, Lestat is right there. Like this man is the definition of whiny and pathetic. His fans have to brass themselves because we're going to see more of this side of him in s3.

But like Jacob said "fuck Lestat". This abusive asshole of a man was never worthy of Louis and I'm glad Louis choose himself. Had their reunion in that shack and he said "it was nice seeing you but that's about it. I love my life as it is right now and I wouldn't change it for anyone. Adieu!✌️"

that was blatant bait, just wanted to share

Louis is such a complex and deeply layered character, idk how people can find him uninteresting. He is kind of silently gloomy, he likes to ponder, soak in his sadness and grief. He expresses it with anger (at others and himself). A very depressed vampire, love that closure he got for himself, growth✨ (ignoring the implication of that ending).

Lestat is a narcissistic drama queen. I find both characters interesting, but Louis is my fav while Lestat is on the bottom, he's (unintentionally) hilarious, but i just simply don't think about him (if i do, i either laugh or get mad), while i could discuss Louis for hours. I am biased, ik, but idc, i love him unconditionally. It's hard to hate bookStat because he's so stupid it's funny, showStat is also stupid af, but he pisses me off more, i will never get over how he treated both Louis and Claudia, what he did to them. I'm happy for Louis tho 💖

it's silly to have a one-sided beef with a fictional character, i appreciate what Lestat's character is portraying in the show, he's simply a tool to share a certain idea/message/story after all. my problem centers on the reception he gets. the double standards when it comes to Louis and Claudia, insane.

it would be so funny when we get to s3, and the “real” Lestat, from his own pov, is even worse lmao, he's such a clown. i mean, i was reading the books and i just, i can't even be mad because of the ridiculousness? 😂

oh hey Niki, why u crying lol anyway, i'm leaving today, going to trave. oh, about that, do you remember that fucked up scary ass vamp who had kidnapped and tortured you? yeah, the one who had released you literally just this morning ha ha... so, i'm leaving you with him and his minions, yeah those guys, i think it will be a nice experience for you. oh, no, don't cry! i know that you already miss me but i can't take you with me, i'll write you tho. oh, please stop the hysterics, it's not that serious, you will see me soon. very cute of you to cry because you love me so much btw :/ anyway, have fun, make new friends, i'm sure you'll have lots of great experiences ;) x

lestat had really listened to armand's backstory, and was like, hm, this marius guy, would love to meet and be friends with him. lmao 😭 and then rubs it in armand's face? i can't. there was a similar post, but i can't find it, i'll try to do something similar. so all this time you though marius was dead, crying yourself to sleep, wishing he'd save you, grieving him? yeah, so he's actually... doing great? yep, this whole time lol oh, and he came to me, like, immediately ha ha ha. we had so much fun. remember his secret he refused to share with you? no, no, he hadn't just told me, he took me to them! can you believe it, lmaaaao. and then i drank our mother's blood, mmm😏.... just made realize, since i am my mother's maker, it makes me her father and master😏...i will return to these thoughts later today, once i'm alone))) oh, yeah, so marius was like, if you tell anyone i'm going to kill everyone you love and then you. but then he was like, jk lol he even game a loving nickname, so silly. are you sure it's the same guy who had beat the living shit out of you over nothing? the one from whom you had to hide under some chick's bed? naaah, can't be him. he says i'm his favorite, which is ridiculous because we knew each other for days, ha ha ha

and with the body thief, jesus christ (talking about jesus christ😏yep), lestat. oh, so this random guy, who has been stalking me, who steals bodies (he said so himself, and even tried to steal mine without my consent lol), that everyone had warned me about, suggested to swap bodies for like a week, and he promised to give mine back, so nice of him. obviously i had accepted lol, but i think he might have tricked me??? like, he left me with nothing? but that wasn't sus tho. but he haven't shoved up to switch our bodies back, so weird, really didn't expect this :/ anyway, pissing sucks, and i really want to fuck that old man david, oh and for some reason my brain has connected him to claudia??? yea, but i wanna hit real bad (to be fair lestat wants to bang everyone)

i have a new daughter now, she's married to my clone btw ;)

the core of all the vamps, the spirit Amel: *looks and acts just like Lestat* Lestat: i want you so bad🥵

normal person: Hello, my name is -. lestat: I’m the vampire Lestat. I’m six feet tall, have blue-gray eyes that sometimes appear violet, and a lean athletic build. My hair is blond and thick and hangs to my shoulders, and over the years it has become lighter so that at times it seems pure white. My face is square, my mouth full and sensual, my nose insignificant, and I am perhaps one of the most conventional looking of the Undead you’ll ever see. Almost all vampires are beautiful. They are picked for their beauty. But I have the boring appeal of a Matinee Idol-

you can't make this shit up, those books were a trip

[crazykuroneko]

My IWTV S2 EP 3 musings

Rewatched the episode while waiting for Episode 4. There have been a lot of great metas here that I have reblogged, so I won't repeat them. So, these are things I am still picking up anyway

• Daniel didn't bring his laptop outside Loumand's penthouse. So, the hacking is an inside job? Rashid? From internet? Is that what air drop is? (yes, I have never used Apple in my life)

• 100 nights. so TdV was supposedly 3 months-ish when Lestat left

• *insert that Comic Book Resources article about how great IWTV using their music, because that violin during the Lesmand theatre box scene is so chef's kiss*

• What stands out the most from Armand's retelling of his past + the end of this episode: how little his power is over his flock (supposedly).

• Also, the new way of storytelling: fade out from an image of TdV burning. I assume this means they continue the interview after Loumand finish with their business and Daniel doesn't interrupt them at all? Tbqh, I don't really like it.

• Louis: outside Chicago. Claudia Springfield

• "I remember what I remember" isn't that the crux of this show?

• Ghostat appeared right when the conversation turned into about him and Armand. Aw Louis.

• Meanwhile, Armand always mentions his coven when they get serious.

• *Santiago's having a chat with Claudia* so before I kill my victims, I have a chat with them. See you on stage, Claude! - I hate (affectionately) these writers!

• OH SHIT CLAUDIA ANSWERED WHEN SANTIAGO ASKED ABOUT HER LIFE IN CHICAGO! it's supposed to be Louis' town. I mean, her answer is right, she's from Springfield. But normal non lying people would have said, "Oh, the one from Chicago is Louis, I'm from Springfield"💀

• Santiago, after Claudia talks about lying and confirming where Louis came from: stick with it, Puce. You're almost there 💀💀

• So unlike memories which vampires can see like picture shows, Ghostat only can be seen by Louis. Others can't see what he's doing. But Armand can sense him.

• There have been a lot of great talks about Claudia's scene on Tumblr and how it relates to the previous season and her whole self. But once again, I'm very grateful for this show. How careful they are presenting her story. There's literally no music whatsoever to add some "drama". You just hear the clock ticking. The shot is just of her face and Louis'. We're there with them, we're there with Louis listening to Claudia telling what happened to her in detail for the first time. That's a careful storytelling, that's a respect.

• It's so funny how we watched the Five Great Laws and a lot of people went "but Lestat still lives!" no one remembers they did kill Antoinette 🤣😭

• I find it so sad that even after losing Children of Darkness, Armand has TdV and still uses the laws, something that isn't part of Lestat's suggestion. I think Lestat would find it very ridiculous if he finds they still use those laws. Armand even picked five laws that he could maintain throughout the years out of a hundred(?). He can't help but go back to them .

• Loumand: *kissing*

Me: *kissing The Five Great Laws in the IWTV S2 OST album* my favorite tracks never fail to deliver 😭😭😭

[chicalepidopterareblogs]

My theory for what is going on in S1 of IWTV (and what could happen in the next seasons)

So I was re-reading the last few pages of IWTV to grab inspiration for a drawing and I realised I have forgotten something very important: that it was actually Armand who wanted to get Louis (who was already done with Armand and with life in general) back to NOLA, so that Louis could feel "alive" again (and maybe don't abandon him) by remembering all the passion and rage he felt once back then. Now, I think this situation mirrors perfectly the one we have going on in Dubai in the present day. If so, it would make sense for Armand to make Louis revisit the interview and manipulate his memories so his resentment and anger against Lestat would grow stronger (re: episode 5) not just for the sake of jealousy but like in a messed up way Armand thinks is helping Louis out of his apathy that is slowly dragging him to his own destruction ("the vampire is bored"). This is actually something so in character for Armand to do. Let's not forget that this is the same vampire that cut Nicolas' hands off just because, acording to Lestat, he thought he was helping him recovering his sanity. Nevertheless, Louis feels guilty for whatever he did or happened to Lestat (he's convinced that he's dead, probably) ("am I the man you came to kill? I did a terrible thing once, it wouldn't surprise me"), and no amount of dreadful memories would make Louis hate Lestat, he just doesn't allow himself to ("are we the sum of our worst moments?")

That being said, I do think Louis is accomplice, at least in some extent. I believe that Louis, with his natural passivity (aggravated by his emotional state), just let Armand do whatever he wanted (I like to think there's some sort of agreement too anyways). But at the end of the day Louis is just determined to do what he wants, that is, put an end to his existence ("you're chronicling a suicide", "what do you think will happen when you publish this book?" etc.)

However, Louis didn't expect Daniel's questions to be able to tear down the carefully curated narrative he had built to both, keep Armand satisfied and achieve his own purpose: to die as someone who wasn't hated by his daughter for having failed her, basically. After all, he remembered Danny as a rather mediocre journalist. Funny enough, the moments when Louis reaches the state of rage Armand could probably be trying to induce by disturbing his memories, are actually because of Daniel and it is then when Armand has to intervene to soothe him so he won't hurt Daniel. Armand is juggling between keeping Louis by his side and also keeping Daniel safe from Louis's anger.

The thing is, this whole situation is 100% compatible with Devil's Minion: once Armand knew of Louis's intentions, he could have easily asked Louis to repeat the interview so he could finally turn Daniel ("this time I won't save your life") and take him as a companion once Louis was gone (don't get me wrong, I believe Armand wants Daniel genuinely but I think it's just the perfect excuse to set it all up). They could also have an agreement for when it was the right moment for Armand to stop being Rashid ("please, stop Rashid"). I love the little game the writers layed out for us with the dialogue in Dubai, when we can't be sure who Rashid is actually talking to (if Daniel or Louis) or the sentences that lead to equivocal interpretations ("please, stop Rashid" again, or " are you awake? "I can be".) I believe most of this season's inconsistencies hide in those little exchanges. Their conversation could still be ambiguous in S2 though but in another sort of way, maybe taking advantage of Danny's growing confusion having to face his own memories.

With this, we would have the penthouse sort of fixed up. We would still have the basement left and whatever it's going on with Lestat. If things go more or less like I wrote, it's not hard to imagine that Lestat will appear just in time to save Louis at some point in S2 and from then on, he will proceed to tell his story to Louis in S3. If Louis gets injured, they could make them have Their Own Conversation while Louis is healing an Lestat is taking care of him. As for the basement, I do believe The Groan are Those Who Must Be Kept and that Louis and Armand are the ones in charge of keeping an eye on them now. Danny could take Louis' place in S3 so he and Armand could have their own plot doing this task, maybe Marius could join them too somehow or even introducing the Talamasca. I also believe (it's more a really really strong hope tho🤞) that we won't have to wait till S3 to see actual glimpses of Lestat's past. If the writers are generous and smart enugh they could make Claudia and Louis bump into Gabrielle while in Europe. And there will be plenty of opportunities for them to know more about Nicolas in the theatre: from finding his written plays, a portrait of him or even reading a member of the coven's mind for actual vivid pictures. This would make an hypothetical conversation between Louis and Lestat way more rich and interesting.

[dearmrsawyer]

Do you worry about the young age of your fans?

[kattestrophe]

Alright, I've finished Season 3 of The Musketeers

It was... I have some questions. I may just be dumb. I may have missed things while getting a drink. I don't know. Maybe someone will be able to help. Anyway, I'll rant my thoughts into the void for a moment.

How exactly did they go on after the end of S2? Their last scene is literally "Yeah, we're going to go find Aramis and get the gang back together after five minutes apart!" and then they... Don't, apparently? They are surprised to see him at the monastery in S3E1, so they obviously did not know he was there. Did they catch up to him before he got there? Did they not find him? Did he actually turn them down when they asked him to come back or did they just not have that talk?! I feel like that should be mentioned? Feels relevant? Was it mentioned!?

Why is Grimaud so mad at Athos specifically? Why is it stated in the behind the scenes clips that Grimaud specifically gives Athos the heeby jeebies more than any other villain so far? Where did he get his money? How did he get his connections? Do I need to read the book to understand why the show named their villain who has never met Athos before after Athos' lackey??

The other villains didn't quite catch me either this season, idk what it was, they just didn't really do it for me.

Why would you basically put Athos in the Milady Memorial Suit, say as much in the behind the scenes, and then pretty much not use her at all in S3? "The Milady Story", "The writers felt like there was something left to tell", then why didn't they do it?!

Why does the Dauphin not talk?! Like?? He's supposed to be 6?? Give him another line or two and pay the child accordingly, it's kinda creepy how he barely makes any sound at all. Also: Why does he just walk along with anyone who grabs his arm, surely even a child would notice that the guy who just punched the lady he was supposed to stay with in the face is not a nice man?!

Well, maybe he gets his brains from his dad who, for some reason, thought spilling everything about his affair with Anne to Louis was a swell idea. "I know how a dying man acts", oh fuck off, for all you know you may have just turned his terrible inescapable marriage even worse for Anne. 17th century Queens have been exiled away from their kids for this type of shit, Aramis!

Speaking of which: What exactly did Louis do to keep Aramis away from Anne and his son after his death? Like? He says that, but?? Nothing happens?? At all?? No consequences?? He called her a spanish harlot in the episode before his death, it doesn't sound like he feels all that generous towards her??

That was another thing, the whole caricature-print-story started and ended so fast I barely caught up. That really only existed to have Athos yell "to hell with the law", right?

Was Sylvie expecting the people to just get how to read themselves from the flyers they were handing out? Like, they were explicitly handing them out, not using them for lessons.

Oh boy, Feron sure changed his mind about the whole treason thing fast. "I'll conspire against the crown!" "You're family, Philippe, I'm gifting you a grave 🥺" "Can't wait to fill that! Will die for you right away!"

Why do Aramis and d'Artagnan keep switching pauldrons in multiple episodes, I am BEGGING you to label your costumes, BBC!

And why do they only get their new uniforms in Episode 3

And why is Marcheaux's jacket glittery

And what's that added leather thing with the cross that Aramis wears like... Twice? Is it their fancy day uniform? Why does he wear it without anything else when he accompanies Louis? Why does he wear it to the bar battle?

the costumes were kind of hit or miss for me this season, some I loved, some were Marcheaux's jacket or Aramis's final outfit. Or the Dauphin's wigs.

it's also very funny to watch everyone in the behind the scenes say "Oh, the Red Guard is so much more elite now, scary Red Guard" when d'Artagnan throws his weapon away to kill Marcheaux and they're still mostly absolute dunces who get beaten to pulp every other episode and have their bare asses handed to them by Constance

Speaking of Constance: Handing the kid off to her sounds fine at first, but like... Wouldn't everyone know her around these parts? And know she doesn't have a child? If there are two women the people of the area would know it's Madame d'Artagnan of the Musketeers and Sylvie of The Group of Refugees We Hate Sometimes, people would notice them dragging an unknown child around.

Speaking of Constance and kids, that was made to seem important for her and d'Artagnan and then never mentioned again. "Oh, we may never have kids..." "Oh, the kids Constance and I will have someday..." talk to each other!?!?

Aramis in the middle of S2: "Fighting is what I am meant to be doing!" Aramis at the end of S2: "Everything is going to shit, if I get out of this I'll radically turn my life around!"- okay, I get that. - Aramis at the beginning of S3: "The turning around part showed me that I am truly meant to be a musketeer!" - nice, he has grown in his understanding of himself, he knows his place in the world - Aramis at the end of S3: "So, about that-!" - oh come ON!

I didn't really dig the ending overall. We got a taste of Anne's and Aramis's combined diplomatic power in episode 8 and I dare say France is doomed.

Like, I'm glad they're together, making out in the middle of the park as if their relationship isn't still scandalous, raising their son, but A. that blue costume looked really weird on Aramis (is it just me? was something off about the cut?) and B. there must have been a better way. Honestly, the other people on the council who have been navigating politics for ages must be banging their heads on the table in agony whenever the current regent drags in yet another rando who's there for different reasons entirely!

Aramis will get bored and start shooting birds in the palace garden in three days time, I'm calling it

Continuing on about the ending, did Porthos and Elodie truly make such a connection in the cumulative week of knowing each other that they have to get married? Maybe if they had brought her back an episode earlier, but pulling her from a hat right before the end of the series felt a bit cheap...

Where are Athos and Sylvie going?? And why?? Don't the two of you have shit to do in Paris, help the poor, keep your community going?? Do they have a specific destination or are they just hoping to arrive somewhere nice enough with a midwife and a connection to food and water before Sylvie is so pregnant she can't ride anymore?!

Also, did Athos brush and tie up his hair for his final scene? That can't be him, it's his evil clone!

Constance and d'Artagnan are still cute and together, yay for that! Would have loved more conversations

Goodbye Scene in the garrison: Why no last "All for one, one for all"? Why must the last one for all be a note in a hat!?!? You're telling me this group of besties just kind of awkwardly walk away from each other!? Let Porthos and Aramis hug again!

I do love Milady's new paying position, good for my favourite murderous fashion icon. If only she had had like... a lot more proper scenes and interactions with the plot.

I heard that the actress couldn't film due to her being on maternity leave, but... come on, couldn't that have been handled better?

I really liked the show overall, but the third season felt a bit lackluster. Welp. I might still make that crack vid :'D

[angsty-omi]

pull the trigger.

CEO!Akaashi x Agent!Reader

synopsis: You were assigned to kill one of the richest businessmen in Japan, Akaashi Keiji. How? by getting close to him. By pretending to be an innocent, naive little girl. By pretending you actually enjoy his company. By pretending that you actually loved him. The plan was simple enough, and if you were successful, you’d be rich enough to retire for yourself and your future grandchildren. So, what happens when you couldn’t pull the trigger? Even worse, why didn’t he flinch?

“Agent Y/N, you’ve been assigned.” your boss notified.

It’s been so long since you had been assigned. After you accidentally blew up the evidence last mission, your boss hasn’t been to keen depending on you. This was music to your ears, so what did you do? Jumped gleefully and instinctively squeezed your boss. You realized what you were doing and how unprofessional it was, so you slowly latched off of her. Your boss just coughed awkwardly before she began, “This assignment is a big one, meaning there must be no flaws to this plan. One mistake and you’re done for, literally.” ending with a slit-throat gesture. You were confident in your skills, and aside from that one mission, everyone depended on you. No wonder why your boss came to you for this. You glad-fully shook her hand, in which expressed your disparity for a new high.

To start, you had to change your look a bit. See, you researched Akaashi Keiji, from his likes and dislikes to his convictions. Every conviction he got away with money. Dirty bastard. Every single job left you guilt-less because you knew these people were corrupt and somehow reasoned that your job was ethical. First, you started with a trim. Your split ends would’ve definitely caught the eyes of the girls from his front desk. Then, you used the budget money for this mission to buy luxury items. From Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Hermes, was this really for the mission or for yourself? No one really knows. Finally, and most importantly, you had to snatch a job as his personal assistant. The organization already falsified documents for you. After today, you go by ‘Akiyama Ami.’ As you walked out of your office, your coworkers couldn’t even recognize you. One even put a gun to your head, and having to state who you are.

You smirked, “Matsuda, I am deeply saddened if this is how you treat your advisor,” whispering in his ear. 

“Senior Y-Y/N?,” he stuttered, putting his gun away immediately. You grabbed his arm and forcefully pushing it to his back, “please make sure you never make that mistake again,” you stated. 

“Y/N, leave him alone already,” a voice joked.

You knew that voice. It was your long time partner, Atsumu. From when you both were rookies, you guys worked cases together quite often. Never more than that. 

“Atsumu, this is my first case without you... aren’t you going to miss me?” you pouted. 

“Don’t give me that look, idiot. Be safe out there okay? I can’t always save your ass like from that time you exploded our only evidence.” he shook his head in disappointment.

You punched his shoulder, and he ‘over-dramatically’ ached in pain. “I’ll be fine, Atsumu. Plus our person literally looks like a prissy privileged boy, doesn’t he?” you pulled up Akaashi’s Business Insider profile. For the next ten minutes, you guys were bullying the hell out of him. Until finally, you had to go. Your cab was already ready for you, so you hugged Atsumu goodbye. Platonically, you always thought you’d get married to him. He was handsome, strong, and witty. And he knew your job situation, so you never would have to feel judgement from him. 

From the cab ride, you got to fly in a private jet. There, was your boss, two intelligent analysis, and a linguist. This was your team, and who’d you tell your intel to. The whole flight consisted of breaking down the plan, even down to what time you have to walk in the elevator. The destination was in Tokyo, where Akaashi’s main headquarters lived. 

“I’ve made an appointment for your job interview,” One of them said.

“Here’s your resume,” The other said.

As you skimmed through, you spit your drink.

“I can speak more than five languages?!” your eyes widened.

“壊れた日本語で話せます” you quoted.

“What does that mean?” your boss asked looking at you surprisingly.

“It means I can only speak broken Japanese,” you nervously scratched your head.

“It wouldn’t matter, the job application is asking for english-speakers” the linguist stated.

As the plane started to screech, due to the wheels contact with concrete, you knew it was your time to shine. You practiced all your lines during the flight, so confidence soared through your body. On sight, there was a limo waiting for you. You waved goodbye to your team, and entered the lanky vehicle. 

The condominium the organization gave you was luxurious, their budget must’ve been high-grade. Broad birched doors, huge window panels that let in a lot of natural light, and a master bedroom. Your first move was to jump on the feather-light bed. Your feet sunk deep into the mattress every hop. Leaving you tired, you went straight to sleep. 

Today was your job interview. Even though everything was fake, you couldn’t help but feel nervous. If you didn’t go down the agency path, is this what you would’ve felt as a normal person? While the coffee was brewing, you decided to look at your grand closet, not knowing what to wear. There was already an outfit set out for you. With it, there was a note:

Good luck! ;) -Atsumu

As you read it, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. The outfit he picked wasn’t even that bad. It was an emerald green two-piece, with a pale blouse underneath. 

“Not so bad,” you thought, while looking at yourself in the mirror. 

There, stood the building where the infamous person lived worked. Heels tapping the black marble, you stood in front of the front desk. The girls that worked there looked roughly young, around their early 20s. As they stared at you up and down, you could feel their judgement. 

“Welcome to Fukurodani Headquarters, how may we help you?” One girl asked.

“Hi, I’m Akiyama Ami, I’m actually applying for the personal assistant job. Where could I meet my interviewer?” You warmly asked.

The girls bursted into laughter. What was so funny? Did you miss out on the joke?

“Excuse us, its just... that’s one way to call Akaashi Keiji,” 

“Akaashi Keiji... is the interviewer? That’s even more stressful than a random person. It does make sense though, as a personal assistant there should be a close relationship,” you sighed.

“Close relationship? Please, you’ll be lucky if you can even give him coffee. Get in line.” The front desk scoffed in agreement with each other. 

“That’s enough,” a voice commanded.

“Are you Akiyama Aki? I’m ready for you.” 

Your face went pale. As you slowly turned around, there he was. The man himself, Akaashi Keiji. As an agent, you’ve went through strenuous training, so from the outside you looked relaxed as ever, but on the inside the butterflies in your stomach started awakening. He was a very attractive man after all.

“You must be Mr. Akaashi, let’s begin!” you enthusiastically smiled, while following him into his office. 

“So Akiyama, tell me about yourself?” Akaashi read off a list.

“Well I was born in the states, but my parents are foreign. They enforced me to take a lot of language classes, hence why I know quite a lot.” You were dying inside. It was a half-true statement though, you were from the states and your parents are foreign.

“It says you speak French, Aimez-vous boire l'eau des toilettes?” He smirked. 

You had no idea what he just said. The silence was deafening, so you just laughed it off. You’ve been told your laugh is very contagious, so you used that to your benefit. Your laughter increased, his did too. 

After you both calmed down, he continued with his next question, “Out of all of the candidates, why should I hire you?”

“Well I guess my stats match up with everyone else, but what’s not on the textbook is my characteristics. I am dependable, calm, and honestly easy to work with. I will do my best to help you any way I can, and keep your stress levels at ease.” You smiled with confidence. 

“Any way huh?” Akaashi whispered to himself. You acted like you didn’t hear his whisper. As an agent it was also one of your many talents to keep an ear out for anything. 

“Akiyama, congratulations! you’ve gotten the job.” Akaashi put his hand out.

“R-r-really? That was only two questions” you tilted your head to the side. You could feel his glare as a response.

“Well, thank you anyways! My parents will be pleased.” you gushed as you shook his calloused hands. Parents? Please, more like your boss. You swore you could hear a ‘cha-ching’ sound effect in your head.

Over the next couple of months, you’ve been working under Akaashi. If he was staying up til’ 2 AM at the office, so were you. Continuously brewing coffee, while also printing papers, and keeping him company. 

However, one day the routine changed. Prior to this day, your boss had just kept you up for the next order, so you were extremely tired. During the 2 AM session, your eyes slowly started to drift off, feeling the wave of drowsiness pound into your head. Akaashi walked into your office and was going to ask you for copies, until he saw you sleeping head down on your desk. At first, he was going to viciously shake you awake, but seeing your dainty face in the moonlight he couldn’t bring himself to. This was the first time he saw you vulnerable. Typically, when he would ask if you were tired, you would just shake it off with a bright smile. However, he knew. He could tell that you were pushing for him. So, he draped over his blazer around you, in hopes to insulate some warmth and went back to his office. Minutes later, you jerked yourself awake. You felt a strange piece of clothing around you, so you pinched at it while analyzing. Does it look like a weapon? No. Does it have any toxins? No. Could this harm you in any way, shape, or form? It honestly just looked like a plain blazer you thought. As you checked the shoulder pocket, there was an ID. 

“Akaashi’s jacket huh?” you said to yourself, not even noticing the smile that crept up on your face. As soon as you caught yourself, you immediately slapped your face. Oh no. Quickly, you sent a picture of the ID, so that the agency can create a replica for future secret documents and shoved it back inside. 

Knocking at the entrance to his office, he looked up at you with bagged eyes. His sleepiness radiated off of him, so you did what you promised on the first day-- relieve his stress levels. You pulled down the shutters of his clear office so no one could look in. In addition, setting up the couch to where there was a pull up bed under it.

“Miss Akiyama, if you’re trying to seduce me you could’ve just said so,” He flirtatiously grinned. You rolled your eyes in response, and grabbed him to the bed.

“I like where this is going, Ami, I didn’t think you were so bold.”

“Just shut up and get some rest, I’ll appoint some things out so your projects aren’t due.”

As he opened his mouth, you anticipated that he was for sure going to deny. However, no words came out of his mouth, instead he grabbed your wrists and pulled you onto the bed with him. 

“I’ll accept, on the conditions that you, too get some rest.”

Too tired to argue, you complied. As you both fell asleep, with his arms wrapped around you.

a/n: i was planning on making this a one shot but i feel like this might be a multiple part-er(?)

[therealvinelle]

A note for Nebuchadnezzar’s Dream

Do I feel awful doing this, yes.

Am I still doing it, god yes.

This post contains a series of photos relevant to the upcoming chapter of Nebuchadnezzar’s Dream. I was going to link them in the author’s note, but as these links are all to online stores they’ll be taken down sooner or later. Better to post in image form on tumblr.

Without further ado, click the readmore if you want fashion eyesores.

So, I think I spoil nothing when I say that Jane and Alec are going to have to pass as Cullens in the next chapter. Carlisle, too, is desperately trying to dress like it’s a normal day for normal people who aren’t about to collectively fake their own deaths.

Naturally I asked myself exactly what these poor people are going to wear. One thing led to another, I consulted the fandom ghost, and we put our heads together. Three rules, and three rules only: one, it has to be pale. If it’s beige it’s probably too dark. Two, it has to be high end, but the high end for high end’s sake kind of high end (Jane was almost put in designer fake riding clothes because of this). Three, it has to be Alice.

Apart from that, no rules, no mercy, no God.

In the end we had something words can’t even describe.

Literally.

I can’t describe this with words in the fic. I’ll try, but the only way to properly convey the full awful of what Alec, Jane, and Carlisle have to wear in the upcoming chapter is to show you guys photos.

(Also, yes, I know that for Jane and Alec I used no children’s collections, but the children’s fashion lines I found just weren’t Alice enough. This jacket, for instance (not putting photo, but it’s a vintage rose pink, white collar quilted barbour jacket for girls) would make Jane set herself on fire but it doesn’t have that quintessentially Cullen something.)

Alec

Jacket: Dior raincoat, beige color.

Picture 12-year-old Alec in this, in public, and tell me he doesn’t wish those humans in 800 AD finished the job.

Sweater: V-necked Ralph Lauren polo sweater, cream color.

I’m sure the poor boy is using his gift on himself to numb the sartorial agony of wearing this.

Trousers: Prada technical wide-leg pants.

Nevermind faking his death, this kid wants to die for real so long as he’s sporting these.

Shoes: Salvatore Ferragamo desert boot, suede walnut.

As of these shoes, Alec’s sporting the brightest pop of color in the crew. Good on you, Alec, except not good on you because you’re wearing these shoes.

Jane

Jacket: Barbour Elizabeth quilted jacket, cream color.

Sweater: Tommy Hillfiger ivory turtleneck.

This is starting to feel like child abuse. Tucked into the skirt, of course.

Skirt: Saks Fifth Avenue Donna Karan skirt with a belt.

Of course it’s a khaki skirt. Sorry, Jane.

Shoes: Tory charm two-tone loafers.

I was gonna go for tory burch, but these bad boys felt like they were created solely to hurt fictional child vampires.

Accessories:

1: Chanel headband.

Look at those sly C’s forming a pattern, just in case you were worried people wouldn’t realize your child’s headband was in fact stupidly expensive designer. Can be yours for the small price of $600!

2: Louis Vuitton hobo dauphine.

We were done, but I thought I could hurt her just a bit more. Landed on this.

Carlisle

Coat: Hugo Boss beige trench coat with belt.

Chosen in part because the model’s face is how I too would feel wearing that.

Sweater: Oversized Tommy Hillfiger ivory turtleneck.

In a desperate attempt to look Related™ to Jane, he wears a matching sweater to hers. Also, sorry I couldn’t find a better link. But hey, model’s got that pretending he’s not dead inside look on his face like the camera team taking this photo, the designers who created the sweater, the agent who got him this gig, he’s never forgiving any of them.

Trousers: White Tom Ford brushed straight-leg trousers.

One of my kidneys shrivelled up and died when the ghost sent me this. Hoping I never see anybody wear it in life because that could very well spell my end.

Shoes: Bruno Culcinelli chelsea boots, suede sand.

Good news is this is the last one, bad news is your eyes are seeing this.

Funny how none of these people are real, yet I feel like I owe them all an apology.

If you can think of something even more awful I want to hear it. Drop it in the notes, and if your suggestion makes me want to kill someone then in the chapter it goes.

As for when the next chapter comes out, since I just dropped a massive teaser I’ll try to have it out as soon as possible. Within a week or so, but let’s shoot for the end of the weekend.

[falsegoodnight]

HII i loved just a flicker in the dark! do you know any other hl fics similar to that :)

hi! first of all, i’m so happy you enjoyed!! thank you for reading!

as for your request, i tried to find some fics that share similar elements if that’s what you mean because things like atmosphere/dynamic/tone differ from every fic so it’s hard to find similarities there!

but i hope something here interests you:

enemies to lovers + mystery elements + supernatural elements:

✰ written in the stars (that’s you and me) by @fackinglouis | E | 23k

Louis is a funny and bratty psychic and Harry is set on proving he's a scam.

✰ Etched in Salt (is a cathedral of the world) by @helloamhere | E | 24k

Louis asks for very few things in life, and they are: to solve cases, to keep bad people from doing their bad things, to get good coffee, to go home to a spacious apartment with nobody else in it, and to manage his stupid telempathy powers with minimal interference. And now he's stuck in a tiny cabin in a snowstorm in the middle of god-awful-nowhere with Harry Styles. Because of course he is.

✰ Close to Nowhere by @loveletterharry | E | 35k

Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.

ghost fics + mystery elements 

✰ The Haunting of Louis Tomlinson by @helloamhere | T | 31k

Louis is a plucky Gothic Heroine, Harry is a Mournful Spirit, and Big Country Houses are full of mystery and suspense, as Big Country Houses ever are!

✰ haunted by the ghost of you by @missandrogyny | E | 49k

He’s tall—that’s the first thing that registers in Louis’ head when he spots him, standing with his hands behind his back. Tall, with curly hair, staring at them with the widest, greenest eyes Louis has ever seen. And wait, are those dimples? Louis didn’t know ghosts could have dimples.

Because he’s definitely a ghost, this boy. At first glance he looks normal, standing there pigeon-toed in a band shirt (The Ramones, Louis can’t help but note incredulously), dark jeans, and some boots, with rings on both hands, and tattoos littering his left arm—a sleeve made of anchors and names and roses and other completely unrelated things. But he’s also a little bit translucent; if Louis focuses, he can see the outline of the furniture, the design of the wallpaper through him.

“Hi,” the boy—the ghost—says to Louis. His face shifts; somehow his dimples dig deeper into his cheeks. His eyes flit from Louis, to Niall, to Liam, and finally to Zayn, and his face goes from shocked to elated. “I’m Harry.”

At in that exact moment, standing between three of his best friends and staring at a (quite handsome) ghost, Louis can only think one thing.

Nick Grimshaw was right.

✰ Through Eerie Chaos by @mediawhorefics | G | 102k

Niall lives to prove ghosts are real, Zayn is a skeptical librarian and Harry gets caught up in a century-old mystery and catches feeling in the process.

enemies/exes(?) to lovers + demons + mystery elements

✰ We’ll Cast Some Light (You’ll Be Alright) by @harrybridgers | E | 74k

There’s a standard procedure for this. Scan, track, kill. But with a solar eclipse and a Greater Demon with unfinished business looming, the path to keeping England safe from harm becomes complicated and shadowed by mystery and secrets. For Harry and his team, times have never been harder, especially when a few old friends turned foes show up. Harry is left with just over forty days to overcome the hurdle of tension between them and reconcile their past, and figure out just what Louis is hiding from him before it’s too late.

supernatural elements + mystery: 

✰ Black With Autumn Rain by whimsicule | T | 93k

Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren't exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.

and then i’ll just link mine at the end just in case:

✰ just a flicker in the dark by me | E | 57k 

Louis is a struggling witch desperate to prove himself after yet another magic disaster and finds a calling in the haunted house of client Niall Horan. Things get more complicated when he’s assigned a case partner: acclaimed medium and ex-boyfriend, Harry Styles.

i hope you find something here that you’ll enjoy!! let me know if there’s anything more specific you’d like me to find for you :)

[c-c-cherry]

Our local mafia dads meeting their childrens’ parents!!

Okay, I’ve gotten A LOT of asks about Bruno + Abba meeting Dio and I’ve also gotten an ask or two about them meeting the gang’s parents so they all kind of correlate together so I decided to make one post about it!

For the sake of Polnareff’s sanity, I have to keep all the crusaders alive or else things will end up messy hehehe

*someone asked for Diego but like,,,I haven’t read that much of SBR yet so I don’t think I can do it solely because of lack of character knowledge. I'm sorry anon :(*

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I got a shit ton of asks specificically for a post like this so I hope y’all enjoy <3:

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Giorno

Our boy Giogio has a very complicated family tree, but let's just start with the elephant in the room. Or should I say, the literal fucking vampire.

-Dio would be...interesting, for sure. But he wouldn’t exactly look out of place in their household, considering they’re all wearing ridiculous outfits. 

-Depending on how Dio actually acts, Bucciarati would probably invite him in for tea and Abba would sit there silently admiring his green lipstick which he’s 99% sure he saw at Sephora earlier

-You know how fucking extra the man is. The moment he sees Giorno this man literally bursts into dramatic tears with mascara rolling down his face and everything and Giorno is just like “????”

-They would have never guessed that Gio and Dio were related by personality alone. They contradict each other so much its almost funny

-They DO know where our boy got his sense of style from, though,,,and that fucking hair,, :’)

-Even if Dio is absolutely fucking pretty feral, I could see all of them having a pretty civil conversation about everything

-If Giorno wanted to go live with him, he was free to, (but he doesn’t have to)

-Dio learns about Giorno’s previous home life and it takes like 6 people to hold him down for him to not go and march down to his old house to commit vampire crimes

-Dio is scared of shit like tvs and the microwaves and they pay no mind to how weird he is and don’t pick up on the fact that he’s a vampire at all

-Until Polnareff emerges from the turtle, takes one look and him and GOES FUCKING OFF-

-Dio Brando is no longer welcome in the Bucci household

-Though he can see Giorno on weekends if he’s good :3

-Abbacchio can and will sneak out to go shopping with him because Dio always manages to have way too much fucking money and no one knows where it comes from

-Once Bruno finds out, (which he does from the empty Versace and Louis Vuitton bags stashed under his bed) the fun is over >:(

Giorno’s mama and step-dad...yeesh...

-you’ve seen how I made them react to those two if you read The Storm a few months back, and I still stand to the fact that if Giorno didn’t talk about his parents, they would just assume that he just had a weird relationship with them and didn’t want to talk about it

-Once they find everything out, though…*cracks knuckles*

-Bucciarati is the type of person to pick his battles. Would he have tea with Giorno’s mother just to learn her weaknesses and then slowly deteriorate her? Would he civilly promise Giorno’s step-father money only for an assassination team to show up at his door once he gives Bruno his address?

-Yes.

-Abba will go straight for the kill once he’s pissed. Don’t tell me otherwise. Man is ready to throw hands at all times and he’s not afraid to beat the shit out of some shitty middle-aged people

Narancia

Narancia’s mom, like any other sweet mama, would probably sit down to lunch with Bruno and thank him for looking after her son :)

-It would be sweet, very nice and wholesome

-Like literally if the two of them ever met they would probably just sit down together and talk about Narancia and that’s literally it

-Abba claims that he “doesn't pick favourites” (because all the fucking gremlins drive him crazy) but he secretly does favour Nara over any of the other kids

-Knowing everything Nara’s gone through, he would only treat Mela with respect if he ever had the chance to meet her

His dad on the other hand...

-Bruno wants absolutely nothing to do with the man

-He knows that it isn’t entirely his fault for everything that happened with Narancia throughout his childhood, but he wasn’t there when he should have been

-People that simply don’t care to the point of neglect absolutely infuriate Abbacchio because he was like that once too and he’s seen the damage that it does firsthand

-Abba knows if he ever ran into the guy, there’d be hell to pay

-But that’s how he feels about most of his “kids’” parents (considering most of them are absolute assholes)

Trish

-I feel like how they would react to her father is pretty self-explanatory,,,

-but Oh MY GOD Donatella Una and Bucciarati going on shopping sprees together? Being fucking bougie as shit together??? Can I say gucci and mineral water dream team????

-I can bring her back to life if I want to >:(

-She’s the kind of person who’s really great to go out with—like to bars, clubs, restaurants, etc,,,and is willing to do absolutely anything as long as she gets the social rush

-Trish is pretty quiet but her mama’s atmosphere is fucking CONTAGIOUS

-Abba and Dona would do each other’s makeup and she’s the kind of lady that shows up at his door with a pile of DVDs and those fucking cucumber face masks

-Also she collects those expensive-ass collector’s edition barbie dolls and Bruno and Abba always give her the latest holiday barbie for Christmas :)))))

Mista

-Honestly, I kinda see Mista’s parents as pretty ordinary people with nothing really defining their personalities

-They both work a lot and were never really around that much, but once Mista went to jail they pretty much just never reconnected with him and don’t really plan to

-Bruno isn’t particularly angry at Mista’s parents; the kid fucked up pretty bad and even Mista knows that he can’t really blame his family for not wanting to reconnect with a murderer

-It would be pretty mutual if he ever met them; probably a dull greeting over lunch and then they would get back to work

-Abbacchio wouldn’t even bother. He has no tolerance for people that don’t want to interact with them (although if Mista really wanted him to meet them he would suck it up and be decent)

-They seem like the kind of stiff people who would freak out if they were talking to a gang member or someone who lives rougher so their interaction wouldn’t exactly be a long one lol

Fugo

-Fugo doesn’t hate his parents

-In his heart, he still really just wants approval from them even after all they did

-I’m not sure how Bruno and Leone would possibly meet them, but if they did, Bucciarati would probably be pretty civil about it

-They wouldn’t want to talk about their son at all, which would make Bruno pretty irritated and Abbacchio infuriated

-When they do talk about him, they just talk about his anger issues and the fact that he failed their family in both the education department and the social aspect and it takes everything in both of them not to flip the fucking table over

-Because obviously his “parents” never spent any time with him or else they would know how intelligent he is and how much he loves playing piano and helping Bucciarati bake bread and how much he cares about everyone around him

-Surprisingly though, Bruno is the one who holds a grudge about it. If they hadn’t put him in college as young as they did, maybe things would have been different and he wouldn’t be working for the Italian mafia >:( (but he still feels more than blessed to have Fugo in his life) :)

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I have so many posts now that I feel like my headcanons might get lost within my sea of all my other stuff as the time passes,,,I’m thinking of just making a fic/headcanon masterlist and keeping it constantly pinned! (I would link it in my bio but that shit isn’t working no matter how many times I try sjhdkjgfd I hate Tumblr)

If you’ve got an ask, request, or headcanon, hit me up! (I do just enjoy y’alls immaculate vibes, too) <3

[justletmedomyou]

short ones

some rec that no one asked for

Buried Like Treasure by QuickedWeen

Words: 8k

Prince Harry Styles is very private. He chooses to keep himself out of the public eye but feels lonely and isolated while surrounded by people in his hectic royal life. When he finishes his dissertation, he decides to take a solo holiday to one of the royal family's properties in the Swiss Alps.

Semi-retired thief Louis Tomlinson has been pulled in for one last job: steal a painting from an uninhabited mansion. Neither one of them expects a natural disaster.

Works like a charm by falsegoodnight

Words: 18k

Ever since Louis joined the team in fifth year, a few facts have become set in stone.

One: Louis is the best chaser in Hogwarts.

Two: Harry is the best beater in Hogwarts.

Three: They do not get along.

So it’s really unfair of Liam to think that forcing them to spend time together as Louis recovers from his injury will make them the best of friends. The last thing Louis would do is get along with that git.

The devil’s in the details by raspberryoats

Words: 25k

He squeals when Harry smacks his bum as he bends over to pick up his bag, swinging it over his shoulder. Harry smiles smugly at him, bottom lip caught between his teeth. “When are you going to start calling me professor?” He asks.

“When you actually are one,” Louis says with his hand on the doorknob. He cocks his head to the side in curiosity. “Isn’t that how words work? You did study English, right?”

Louis’ quick to slip out the door before Harry can smack him again, his laugh echoing through the hallways as he makes his way to his next class with flushed cheeks and a bright smile.

or the one where harry’s on his way to becoming a professor and louis is the smart, bratty student

At your fingertips by falsegoodnight

Words: 27k

He finds himself wrapped up in sheets in bed on Thursday night, staring at the familiar name on a new story that was posted the night before.

His fingers twitch, ready to hit play and surrender to his impulses, saving the regret and turmoil for later.

And still he hesitates, internally praying that he’ll somehow gain the strength to exit out within the next few moments before he inevitably loses his patience and hits the button.

Three…

Two…

One.

Play.

-

Or, Louis really should have seen it coming.

Sweet like honey by falsegoodnight

Words: 33k

Weeks of flat shopping with their limited budget with Louis as a librarian aid and Harry as a barista and arguments about whether a balcony or extended bathroom suite were more important (Harry wanted to be able to feel the crisp night’s air and watch the sun set and Louis just wanted to take long bubble baths) led to them stumbling across the perfect fit. A small flat only ten minutes from campus with a cramped but lovely balcony and an included bath.

It’s affordable too… well, sort of. But they always manage. Louis picks up more shifts as an aid, adapting a habit of bringing his Psych textbooks and homework with him to finish in between duties, and later his script so he can quietly practice lines with little distraction.

Harry also increases his number of shifts at the cafe and valiantly endures the nasty customers who for some reason flock to their establishment like moths to a flame.

For a while, it’s enough.

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Or, Harry and Louis need money and they find an unconventional solution in the form of PornHub. It’s not supposed to be a big deal.

Haven by xxPayne

Words: 35k

“I take it you’re not a new student?” “What?” Harry mumbles, caught up in the way his eyes are quite literally sparkling in the light. “Oh—No. Not a student.” “Are you a sub?” Louis asks. Harry clenches his hands into fists, holding them behind his back as he stumbles a bit. “I don’t, uh—I mean. I’ve never really gotten a chance to be a true sub, you know? My ex-partners were always scared they’d hurt me. But, like—If I trusted someone a lot, and if we used a, a safeword. And talked about, you know, boundaries, then—Yes, yeah, I-I’m a sub.” Louis’ eyes are so wide, his cheeks puffing out in the effort to not burst into laughter. “Oh shit, oh my god,” Harry whispers. “You meant—Oh god.

Reduce Me To A Pleading Cry (Break The Skin and Tantalize) by taggiecb

Words: 37k

Or Harry is a broody submissive boss, Louis is a natural dom who works in the mail room at Styles & Styles, Niall is a matchmaking oracle, and a slender, dark haired man stands mute at the coffee stand encouraging others to spill their secrets.

The Pirate and The Piper by jacaranda_bloom

Words: 38k

Banished from Neverland by Captain Hook and the evil Siren Minerva, Louis is forced to live in the Other World. He makes a life for himself, resigned to the fact he’s never going to see his beloved home and Lost Boys again. Five years later he’s kidnapped and returned to Neverland, only to discover a far worse fate awaits him. But with an unlikely ally by his side, can he overcome those who seek his demise and restore freedom to his homeland?

Or the one where Harry is Hook, Louis is Pan, and nothing is what it seems.

Before we knew by falsegoodnight

Words: 39k

“C’mon Lou,” says Zayn after a moment, He sounds even more exasperated than before. Louis sort of has a knack for exasperating people, especially people like Zayn who aren’t usually bothered by his brattiness. “Can’t you give this guy a chance? Harry Styles? Aren’t you curious about him at all?”

Despite his best efforts, Louis still flinches at the name. He really shouldn’t be so affected after all these years. He’s seen the name printed down the curve of his waist in obnoxiously and uncommonly large loopy letters every single day since his sixteenth birthday eight years ago. He’s very familiar with the name Harry Styles.

It sounds pretentious and Louis hates it.

He hates everything about his supposed soulmate.

He hates his large handwriting that stands out like a claim on his skin whenever he’s walking around shirtless. He hates his pretentious name. And now he hates his supposed curls and green eyes and dimples.

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Or Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed onto his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.

Bruise you like a peach by falsegoodnight​

Words: 40k

There’s two reasons Harry despises Econ.

The first is that it’s boring as fuck. The second reason is a bit more personal, a bit more focused in a way. As in it’s focused on one specific thing, or in his case, person.

His name is Louis Tomlinson.

Things have gotten closer to the sun by starsea

Words: 49k

it’s strange, making the choice to face his past—it almost feels like he’s heading for the sun straight on, like he’s screaming come on and burn me, i deserve it.

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when a solar flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand.

Just a flicker in the dark by falsegoodnight

Words: 57k

Harry Styles is his case partner. High and mighty, annoyingly smug Harry Styles who’s known him for years and has fucking seen him naked for fuck’s sake.

He glances at Venus who’s blinking up at him with curious eyes, no doubt sensing the agitation sparking in his magic.

“This is not happening,” Louis says loudly. “This is not fucking happening. I am going to kill Liam, oh my god.” He doesn’t even know if Liam is responsible for this but it feels like something he’d do to drive Louis absolutely insane - exes don’t just show up to your assigned haunted house out of nowhere. “Fucking fuck!”

He nearly jumps when Harry knocks again, his muffled voice carrying through the wood. “I can hear you, you know,” he drawls, sounding frustratingly amused.

Louis exhales, resisting the urge to scream.

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Or, Louis is a struggling witch desperate to prove himself after yet another magic disaster and finds a calling in the haunted house of client Niall Horan. Things get more complicated when he’s assigned a case partner: acclaimed medium and ex-boyfriend, Harry Styles.

Like cabbages and kings by you_explode

Words: 60k

When Louis was a kid, he had a series of very vivid dreams about a place called Wonderland. There were rabbits wearing waistcoats and talking cats and ridiculous tea parties, and amidst all the absurdity, there was a boy. A boy with dimples, big green eyes and the sweetest soul Louis has ever known. Louis has always kept a place in his heart for that boy and for his funny dreamworld, and when he’s twenty-five and his life falls apart, it turns out Wonderland might not be so imaginary after all.

[inknopewetrust]

adieu, remember me. (1)

The Old Guard Booker x Female! Original Character

Summary: After a few years away, one member of the immortal team must return to protect their immortality and secrets as enemies begin to uncover their past.

Word Count: 1.6k 

Warnings: nothing yet!

Parts: ... | 2 | part 2 coming soon!

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! Feel free to let me know what you think about the work and it will def be more than 2 or 3 parts and longer than this one. Requests are CLOSED at the moment and I apologize in advance for any mis-wording or spelling in different languages because I don’t know french/italian but I feel in some cases it was necessary to use for character interactions. Published on 8/9/2020.

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Versailles evolves every so often but over 172 odd years, more visitors pack its halls and recall its history. Tourists from around the world flock to the once functional palace and the home of infamous, complicated monarchs. Passed the sweeping halls and the paintings of untouchable status, a special exhibit was placed at the end of the hall with cases full of crowned jewels of French royalty.

Tourists flashed photos of crowns and rings and pearls that adorned the exhibit cases. In the center of the room laid perhaps the most famous of jewels, as well as the crowns that found themselves on the heads of women who suffered terrible fates. The Hope Diamond sat in a case between crowns that once adorned it and worn by Marie Antoinette and Louis Philippe I’s controversial daughter, Vivienne, Duchess of Auvergne. On loan from its final resting place at the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C., the diamond once found itself imbedded in each of the crowns on momentous occasions.

Crown worn by Vivienne, Duchess of Auvergne and third daughter of King Louis Philippe, killed by French revolutionaries in February 1848. Crown was commissioned by the King for his daughter’s twenty-eighth birthday. Was worn on the night of her death on 24th of February, 1848.

Twenty-eight. 172 years later she still remember the party, the food, the smell of the candles that burned from the chandelier and the man who caught her heart. Pretentious was the only word that came to mind when she thought of the party and the woman. At the time she felt deception too but the world has a funny way of making villains look like heroes depending on the perspective.

Clara felt the surge of memories remind her of the life she knew before the one she was in now. She didn’t know how long she had stood in front of that particular case with that particular diamond and crown but by the time her feet began to ache she knew it had been long enough. Clara also wasn’t sure how long a small English girl had been standing next to her, also staring at the silver diamond encrusted crown and the plaque underneath it.

“You know, she’s kind of a rebel and I dig it. It reminds me of Princess Margaret in a way. She was Queen Elizabeth’s sister and she partied a lot too.”

“Excuse me?”

“Vivienne. She was a rebel in her own right and I admire her for it.” The woman turned, her face meeting the girl taking notes on a piece of paper. The girl couldn’t have been more than thirteen and certainly had a bold personality if she was talking to someone she didn’t know.

“The revolutionaries didn’t see it that way, so why would you?”

“She was independent. I think it was progressive and cool for her not to follow the rules of her family. Not to mention the glamour in her style. She had the best dresses and crowns since well, Marie Antoinette probably.”

“That’s a little naïve, no?” The woman raised her brow at the student but the girl simply shrugged. The young one looked at the older woman and analyzed her face and features as she spoke.

“She spent the people’s money like water and saw no problem with the poverty in the streets. Vivienne was oblivious to the world around her because she lived in a world of riches with everyone at her disposal.”

“Perhaps.” The girl paused before continuing. “There’s a tv show about her on... um-I don’t remember- HBO maybe and they say she took a commoner for a lover and he sold her secrets to the revolutionaries which led to her death. Her body disappeared after the broke into the castle and people think they threw her body in the Seine.”

“I would advise you to stop watching whatever movies are giving you that perspective on the issue because it’s not true.” Clara scoffed and turned away from the girl.

The girl listened but was too entranced by the figure in front of her eyes. Brown hair, medium length, waved. She looked nice to say the least. She had on pretty clothes and may have been an employee because she knew so much but the girl wasn’t sure. All the student was certain of was that the woman standing in front of her looked very much like the Duchess in the paintings that lined the modern wing.

“You look like her.” The girl told her and she put her pencil down holding the pad of paper at her side. Before she had a chance to answer the girl, a teacher called out to the students as a signal to leave and the girl picked up her bag.

“Have a nice day.”

The girl left with the class and the woman stayed in front of the case watching them leave the room before turning back to the crown that once adorned her own head. A soft rumble came from her pocket and she pulled out the burner phone with a number she didn’t recognize but an area code she did, Goussainville.

France, safe house #4

“Hello?”

“Clara.” The Italian on the other line sounded relieved that she simply picked up the phone. Clara’s face contorted into one of worry than one of happiness she had been called.

“Nicolo, s’il tu plaît dites-moi que tout va bien?” Clara moved over to a window, away from the crowds to answer the call she had been anticipating for the last day. She dreamt of a black girl and her throat being sliced open. Waking up gasping for breath that wasn’t her own and cautious of who it might be.

“No-no. Il y en a un nouveau ... mais ce n'est pas le problème. les gens essaient de nous trouver et Dieu sait quoi.” Nicky told her and Clara felt helpless, disappointed in herself that she wasn’t there to help them. Not only was there someone new who needed guidance but the others needed her too if they were going to protect their own skin.

“Andy went to get her. We are at the safe house in Goussainville and they should be here later today. If you can make it... we really need you, Clara.” Clara sighed and looked out the window that faced the vast gardens the palace was surrounded by. Serenity before the inevitable storm.

“He’d kill me if he knew I’m telling you this but Booker needs you. It’s getting worse since the last time he saw you and I am not sure what to do.”

“That was three weeks ago, Nicky.”

“I can’t explain it... it’s just gotten worse. I know he has to help himself but he’s always a bit brighter when you’re around.”

“I can be there later tonight. What time are they getting in?”

“7.”

“I can be there at 8. I’m in France so I’ll take a train as soon as I can.”

“We will be waiting.” Nicky told her and she hung up the phone. Clara looked back at that glimmering crown and what the young girl said about the Duchess. Naïvety at its finest.

At the safe house in Gousssainville, the three immortal men unpacked the bag they brought and washed up after the ambush in Afghanistan. Nicky stood alongside the small counter space prepping dinner when Booker came to fill a cup with wine.

“Who was on the phone?” Booker asked in a low grumble and Nicky set down the knife he was using to slice tomatoes.

“It was Clara. I called her and told her we needed her here. She dreamt of the girl too.”

“And?” Booker pushed further and downed his glass in an instant upon the news.

“She could catch a train to be here at 8.”

“How did she sound?”

“Worried.”

Booker nodded and filled his glass again before going to sit in front of the tv in a chair he had designated as his own many years ago. Nicky watched as he sat, drank more and tried to remove himself from his thoughts but was too lost to do so. He was observant and cared deeply for the others in his life but there was only so much he could do for a man as stubborn as Booker.

“Hai bisogno di aiuto?” Joe called out to Nicky from everyone’s shared bedroom before also joining the two in the common space. Nicky shook his head and glanced at Booker who wasn’t looking but certainly listening.

“I called Clara. She is on her way to us now. She knows we are in trouble.” Joe smiled at Nicky and gave him a quick peck. While they were all very close, Joe and Nicky had taken Clara under their wings and helped her acclimate to the world as an immortal, especially after they found her and the two french immortals clashed. 

“It’s been too long. I miss that woman.”

“We all do.” Nicky said before returning to his meal. Without much time having gone by, the door to the cemetery sounded and Andy walked through the door with a nervous woman behind them. The girl was young, no more than 25 and had blood stained on her forehead. One hand was clutching her arm but out of nervousness not injury. Her eyes looked at the three men. Two sat staring at her in chairs and the other by the refrigerator and the only sound that played was the cheering of fans from a football match that played on the widescreen. Andy looked over her shoulder and then back again, breaking the silence to introduce the newest member of The Old Guard.  

“Everyone, this is Nile.”

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[anythingandeverything1d]

SNL

You were lounging on the couch trying to watch the bachelor while Harry was anxiously pacing in front of the tv. His head was down and he was talking to himself. You sighed loudly trying to get his attention but he continued pacing and practicing. “Babe.” you tried. Again, nothing. “Haz.” He didn't even look your direction. “Harry.” He actually turned his back to you. “Harry Edward Styles.” you said louder. His head snapped up, his green eyes full of anxiety as they set upon yours. “Babe what are you doing?”

“Practicing. I have SNL to film tomorrow.” He turned to go back to what he was doing but you stopped him again.

“Harry.” He looked up again. “I asked what you were doing. Not what you think you're doing.” You stood up, walked over to him and held tightly onto his hands, pressing a gentle kiss to them. He sighed and pulled you into a tight hug. 

“I just want to be good. I don't want people to doubt me.”

“Since when have you cared what people think?” you asked while tracing lines in his back.

“I don't..I just - ugh. I have loved SNL for so long. I want to be the kind of person I enjoy seeing on the show. I want to be funny.” 

You smiled and looked up at him. “Haz you are funny.”

“No everyone thinks its cute I try to be funny. I want to actually be funny.”

“I think you are actually funny.” you tap his nose. “You make me laugh everyday.”

“Yeah but your my girlfriend you have to laugh.” He half smiles and kisses your forehead. 

“I don't have to do anything just because I’m your girlfriend.” Harry was a little calmer so you stepped and pulled him to the couch.

He sighed and stood back up. “Im not good enough for this. I don't know how to be funny.” He had tears in your eyes and your heart lurched a little wanting to make it better. 

“Harry don't ever say you're not good enough. You're freaking Harry Edward Styles. You were in the BIGGEST boyband in the world. You topped charts with your solo career. You've traveled all over the world, seen things people can only dream of seeing. You get to do what you love. Harry your incredible. You're a down to earth person. If you just be yourself and don't worry about what you think people are going to think of you, you will kill SNL tomorrow. I promise.” 

You stood up and circled your arms around his waist. You placed a gentle kiss to his lips and he smiled. “But what if people don't think I’m funny?”

“Then they don't think youre funny. What are you going to lose? You love SNL. Its been a dream of yours to do and now youre actually doing it. It doesn't matter if youre good or not because youre going to have fun doing it.”

He sighed and nodded. “I know. I just want to feel prepared...”

“Then lets practice. Come on.” You turned the tv off and dragged him to the piano. “Preform your monologue for me.”

Harry stood there anxious and nerves but you nodded and pushed him along. He smiled and took a deep breath. “It is so great to be here hosting Saturday Night Live for the first time.” You smiled and asked him to continue. “I am so excited to be here as more than just a musical guest. It-it feels” he stumbled and looked at you.

“What does it feel like?”

He thought and then smiled, “Kinda like the feeling when you know I found out you liked me as more than just a friend. Like when we are taking things to the next level.” 

You smiled and laughed. “I love that. So restart from It feels like..”

“It feels amazing to be here. Just like the feeling of finding out someone likes you as more than just a friend. SNL and I are taking things to the next level.” You grinned and gave him a thumbs up while taking a drink of water. “And just like all my serious relationships, we are all going to spend one incredible night together.” You spit the water out of your mouth choking and laughing. Harry laughed as you wiped your mouth with his sleeve. 

“Is it too much?” he asked worried he had crossed a line. 

“No. I loved it. It was a very you type of joke.”

“Okay are you sure...you are dating me..I don't want to make you feel a certain way..”

“Harry keep it seriously I loved it.”

He nodded and continued on. “This is a new territory for me. I get to do some comedy tonight but I do want to make one thing clear to everyone. My priority is the music. It goes music, then comedy.” He smiled as he said the next part, trying not to laugh at his own jokes and that made you smile even bigger. “Well let's me honest. It goes music, then fantastic hair, then comedy, and then family and then friends.” You laughed and could tell he was feeling more confident in himself. “But ultimately I am a very serious musician.” Harry gave you a very serious face you and laughed harder wiping a tear from your eye.

“Harry-” you started but he interrupted. 

“And nothing says serious musician like talking and playing the piano.” He sat at the piano next to you and smiled, bumping your shoulder. “Oh yeah that feels good he” he started playing some keys while he continued talking. “You know.” he looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “In Britain we play piano on the other side of the road.” You laughed again and he took that as a sign to continue. “Now you know that I’m not in a boyband anymore. I’m in a man band now.”

You stood up laughing and trying to catch your breath. Harry was laughing at his own joke but more at your reaction. “A man band” you cried. Harry laughed and looked confused. 

“I am a man.” He argued.

You smiled and took a breath. “I know but Ive never heard that before. It was a good one. Continue.” you told him catching your breath.

He cleared his throat and looked at you. “I was in a band called One Direction. How crazy would it be if they were here tonight.” 

Your mouth dropped. “How did you arrange for tha-”

“Well they're not here. But wouldn't it be crazy if they were though?” You smiled and rolled your eyes sitting next to him again. “They're not. But I love those guys. They’re like my brothers. Niall, Liam, Louis, and uh -oh yeah Ringo.” You smacked his arm laughing but he continued on. “Yeah thats it. We're just so grateful Simon Cowell grew us in those test tubes.”

“Harry!” 

“You know for me its not about the fame or the money.” you nodded your head. “Its about the music, and the art. The art and the music and the music and the art. I believe that music is universal in language. Especially music performed in English because thats the only language I understand. Now maybe some of you aren't convinced I’m a serious musician. You may be asking yourself is he really playing that piano right now? Well if in doubt take a look. Read them and weep. I love being here at SNL, so much history.” He paused and looked at you. “I have learned so much this week so heres a few secrets about the show. Did you know they put make up on the boys too?” you laughed and he smirked. “That is funny. In fact the make up team is so talented, I’m actually Kate McKinnon. And heres a secret about the Rockefeller Christmas tree. It’s Jewish. And also, everyone thinks the cast does a lot of cocaine.”

“Oh my god Harry-”

“They don't. Thats why the shows not good anymore. Except tonight. I think im just about ready to take you home. Mmm yeah that is music. We've got a great show so stick around well be right back.” He stood up and waved. You clapped and stood up, wrapping your arms around his body so that you were climbing up his back. You pressed a kiss on his cheek and laughed. 

“Harry that was so good. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Did you like my jokes?”

“I loved them. I think you're going to momentarily disappoint One Directions fans but they will talk about that moment for weeks.”

“Which part the boys being there or Ringo?”

You laughed and shook your head, “All of it.” Harry sat you down and you hugged him tightly again. “Im seriously so proud of you.”

“Don't be too proud yet. I haven't done it yet.” He blushed but still held his smile.

“Babe you're going to be amazing. I don't even doubt it.”

You pressed your lips to his and he smiled, kissing you back. “Thanks for being the best cheerleader.”

“Anytime Haz, now can we finish the bachelor please?”

Harry nodded and scooped you into his arms, carrying you back to the couch. “Which fool do we have tonight.”

“Still Peter. He’s playing games though telling all the girls he loves them.”

“Psh what a fool.” Harry kissed your face over and over and you laughed. “Do you really think I’m that funny?”

“I think you are hilarious.” You kissed him again and smiled before turning your attention back to the tv.

Harry smiled and nodded, all the anxiety he originally had was gone. He seemed more confident as he settled into the couch with you. “Im gonna kill this monologue. I’m going to be the best host.”

“Yes you are.” you smiled brushing his hair back from his face. “If the music thing ends up failing at least you have comedy.” Harry laughed shaking his head and watched tv. 

“Im just glad I have you here through it all. I love you.”

“I love you too. Now shhhh its about time for the rose ceremony.” 

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Got this request. Hope you enjoy!

xoxo

[louisinmadrid]

WE MADE IT LISTENING PARTY

Keep in mind that I’m paraphrasing and not quoting directly because I obviously couldn’t record anything, and I think most of what I’m saying here has already been talked about during the day, so it’s not like I’m leaking anything 🙃 I just want to remember it with my own words.

There were about 15 of us, everyone was so nice and chill, the updates accounts were there and had gotten a few invites and the others were just random people like me who had gotten a call from Sony around noon today.

We were put in a room with a big spread of food and drinks with cups with our names on it, and a big kakemono of Louis. They told us that we would listen to the song either one by one or with a friend if we wanted and they would record our reactions. They took our phones.

My friend and I went second and together, we signed a form stating that we consented to our image being used but no NDAs. They put a mic on us too. We listened to the song and I tried to contain myself because I didn’t want to burst into tears on camera fjfjjfkd I snapped my neck faster than Niall did when I heard the line about being kids trying to figure things out and also the part when he says that they knew they would make it right from the start and also the whole thing about wondering what “they would say if they could see us now” I was just biting my lips so bad ahhhhhh the chorus is about being underestimated and saying goodbyes, waving away the hard times. My heart was bursting istg. Then the girl from Sony asked us our thoughts about the song and to make it seem like we were talking together with my friend, kinda casual, what we thought it meant, and if we could summarize the song with one word. The only thing that came to my mind was “victory” I’m fjjfjfffjxjd

anyway after that we got back to the room and while others were listening to the song, another girl asked if we could think of questions for Louis, we should write them down on a sheet of paper and they would pass them along for an interview at a later date. LITTLE DID WE KNOW. We listened to all of Louis’s songs and a few 1D ones, everyone singing along. We then listened to We Made It 3 more times all together and by the end, everyone was singing along. It’s so catchy and those hey-hey-hey live are gonna be ICONIC!!! Then one of the girls from Sony kept checking her phone and trying to keep us busy, so there was like a pop quizz about Louis. His full name, his birth name, where’s from, when was he put in 1D, what musical was he in, everyone was answering with one voice it was funny. There was one (1) dad who’d come with his daughter, he was so impressed lmao. They asked if we’d ever been abroad to see him (MADRIIIID) and if we were a fan of the boys too and everyone said yes :’)

then the girl told us to sit facing the TV and that’s when we heard the dot dot dot sound from a skype call and we all froze, and we saw « Louis Tomlinson HQ » calling or something like that on the big TV screen so obviously half of us started crying djjfjdjdkf he was so fucking cute, first thing he did was say fank you for being here and for the support 😭😭 then he launched right into how long it had been since first starting writing the song 2 years and a half ago and how happy he was that it was out, that it felt so right and like he had found his sound then he kinda stopped and looked at us and said something like “ I feel like I’m a teacher having a lecture and you’re all listening to me this is a bit weird so did you like the song??” and everyone was laughing and saying YES OF COURSE!! then the girl from Sony gave us back the sheet of paper on which we’d written the questions so we could ask directly!!

There was a question about why releasing it now if he’d had it for over two years and he said it felt like now was the right time because after releasing Kill My Mind and performing it live, it gave him a confidence boost, comforting him into the idea that he was ready.

There was a question about whether the album would be linear, if there would be a storyline. He said that he didn’t want to sound too self indulgent but that the constant was him. “Me, I’m the storyline”. He said the album was kind of autobiographical so his life was the storyline.

Someone asked what his favorite line that he had ever written was and he got all cute “fucking hell I’ve been asked that question before, I should be able to answer”. He quoted the opening line of Walls, but the call cut and I didn’t catch it, something about love and waking up alone?? Or thinking you’re in love until you wake up alone? I think??? Please dont hate me for this and definitely don’t quote me on this because the sound was so bad I just couldn’t catch it :( the call jumped a few times and he would be like “hello??? you guys still here?? are we good?”

There was another question about where he would see himself in 10 years and he said “ehhhh, you know me, too much of a bad planner to think that far ahead” haha but hopefully still making music

Somebody asked why did he choose We Made It as a single out of all the songs he must have written and he said something like “well first, We Made It, the title in itself is kind of a concept, you know what I mean?” He then talked about wanting to put that one out now because lyrically “you all know the way I write, right, I say what I mean” or something like that, and musically, it just felt like the most honest he could be at the moment.

At some point, a girl was wearing a blue tracksuit and he said “before you ask your question, I love the tracksuit, love” :’) there was a lull in the questions so a girl showed him her smiley tattoo and he was very excited about it! Then before ending the call we took a picture with the TV, that was awkward but 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

We also recorded a few messages on camera at some point, silly things like « hi Louis », « We Made It in France », blowing kisses etc

Then the girl from Sony asked that we don’t talk about what had happened before the next morning so fans all over the world having listening parties later than us wouldn’t be spoiled. We told her a few things had leaked already, like lyrics, and she was disappointed but said she was mainly talking about the call with Louis. A girl asked if we should wait until the song was out to talk about it at all but she said no, just wait until tomorrow morning out of respect for the fans in different time zones - we hadn’t gotten our phones back then so we didn’t know it had already been leaked. She said “just be cool guys, you got the surprise so let other fans have it too”, which is fair, but too late... they are going to make compilation videos from the best reactions from the listening parties all over the world, apparently. Then it was over, we got our phones back and we left 💙