#anyway oli is my best friend ever in the world and hes so nice to me

[pixxl-axolotl]

sometimes we have conversations in a private discord with pluralkit instead of just in our head and right now we happen to be incredibly in pain and not thinking clearly becaus of it and this was the result of that

[tofallinlovewithshadows]

Making of Mein Land liveblog

I swear I meant to do this when I desperately needed serotonin, but I was too lazy to open my laptop and go on YouTube

Anyway, thank you to @sine-luce-angor-minus for sending me the recommendations in my time of need! This is one of my favorite music videos and one of my favorite making-ofs, which will hopefully translate in the disorganized mess sure to come

✨on with the show✨

Mm, love me some Reise, Reise

Can this girl teach me how to dance because lord knows I cannot

I love how Rammstein “always wanted to do a beach video.” Like, I would just like to have been a fly on the wall for that collective decision

Fuck, Till looks so good in this video. The bod. The hair. I will not hear any disagreements.

And when he smiles and waves in the little surfboard intro 🥺

Schneider is so horny in this making-of, it cracks me up

The dorky dance moves omg I love these boys so much

The Oli scene. What can I say? Schneider doing the twist, Till heckling him, Paul head banging, Reesh trying to retain his dignity. The only time I ever want to use the phrase, “boys being boys”

Goddamn, Till’s arms...

Mayhaps this is super American of me, but I love Hawaiian shirts lol and they boys looks so cute in them

I love how Flake was straight up not having a good time, and the fact that he does his interviews in the “night portion” costume cracks me up even more

The girls teasing the boys for their dorkiness—just saying what we’re all thinking

Flake is so cute coming out of the van. And he’s the only one who remotely looks like he belongs in a ‘50s beach movie lol

I also LOVE how diverse the cast of girls in this music video is

Schneider’s little giggle 🥲

The Pallid Berliner—I hope his sunstroke wasn’t too bad

God, Paul must have been in heaven that day

Fuck, Lifeguard Till is just... Sorry, I think I’m drowning, pls help, mouth-to-mouth is definitely needed

I love when Oli talks in the making-ofs. Does he talk the most in this one as opposed to the other videos? I feel like he does

As an American, I feel like I need to apologize for David Hasselhoff???

I dunno why, but I love the girl with the raspy voice who talks about their style (the one who brings up Pussy later)

Till’s awkward dance moves—MARRY ME SIR.

Also, he looks SO GOOD in a collared shirt, and this video highlights it

I love how this video was filmed in such a time-crunch. Like, it’s so well-produced, you’d never know

O trusted oracle, please tell me what Till is giving this man all dressed in black right before he readjusts his bathing suit

What a great hairstyle this was on my boyfriend, Till

And yes, these bathing suits are so ugly, but they Work

Hearing him say, “goofy,” never fails to make me smile, especially with his bathrobe and Glasgow smile paint on

I will never get over how much I love that EVERYONE was having the time of their lives while making this video...except for Flake

The boys in plaid... Why do I think this looks so fucking good on them??? Is the problem me? (Probably)

Rammstein brings the best out of everybody. Confirmed.

When they’re pushing each other 🥲 And Till looks so happy 😭

How did I JUST NOW, after having seen this upwards of five times, notice that Schneider is the one who gets taken out with the surfboard lmao

I want to be hugged like this some day, preferably by Richard

I’ve never actually seen the Pussy video lol I worry that I would get too jealous

“Rammsteen”—making all of us Americans look bad (not that it’s a hard thing to do)

“I’ve never done anything like that ... smiling all the time. It’s not my thing!” Oh, Till, how you break my heart

But then he chuckles and I’m filled with joy

Richard and Schneider clapping before they all run off to join the dancers—another thing I can’t believe I’ve never noticed. God, I love these boys

“I like him. He is fun to be with, a nice guy and Swedish.” That’s it, friends, that’s the bar

I wish there had been a storyline in the Ich tu dir weh music video. It was still cool, but I like when there’s a narrative to follow better

I don’t wear make-up, like, ever... But I want to know what lipstick Flake is wearing

The way Schneider’s hair flows in the wind

Who tf do I have to beat up for harassing Till on the beach?

God, his profile is GORGEOUS. It’s so unfair. I look so much worse from the side

Still drowning over here, Lifeguard Till, please come save

Is that Till laughing like that? My God, music to my ears

Does Oli talk more than PAUL does in this?? (Paul’s name wasn’t meant to be all-caps, but my phone autocorrected it and it seems fitting, so I’m not changing it)

Saucy Fruit. My old college nickname.

Seriously, though, what a great point about tone

Oli’s plague doctor get-up

I can’t stop thinking about the point I believe @theelliottsmiths made about one member of the band needing to look bad so the others can shine, and Reesh definitely bit the bullet this shoot. Some sacrifices need to be made

I love the way Schneider waxes poetic in the making-ofs. When I was first getting into Rammstein and trying to figure out who was who and stuff, I always thought of him as “the reasonable one” lmao

Now I know better. There is no reasonable one

I never would have thought of “best-of album=break-up” and I’m glad it’s not true, especially in the boys’ case

God, when still looks at the camera head-on... I feel like he’s the type of guy who makes you feel like the only two people in the world when he talks to you. Such a nice feeling 🥲

This video gives me flashbacks to a group project I worked on in college about the Male Gaze

Ah, talks of touring. Hopefully the world won’t end soon and I can go see these guys sometime

Can you imagine seeing Rammstein and System of a Down at the same concert? I would die. Even though Till has taken over the spot in my heart once held by Serj Tankian. Still...a cold shower would be needed

The success story of these boys makes me so happy 🥲 So proud

[misteria247]

The meeting room was crowded with gods and goddesses of all sorts, their voices booming over one another as they fought to speak to one another. Among them sat the Trickster God himself Loki, who watched them all with a hint of annoyance as he sucked on a sucker. The meeting had been a last minute idea and every god and goddess was to attend it, leaving the poor trickster stuck with his less than friendly acquaintances. Sitting next to him was the Goddess of destruction, Kali. The young woman was glaring at her fellow immortals, looking ready to snap at them should they not get the meeting started. With only a moment to spare the meeting had finally been called to order, the room falling silent.

"I know that this meeting has been called together on short notice but I've been informed by a.....contact of mine of a situation that has occurred."

The God known as Odin spoke, his voice loud and demanding the uttermost attention. The Trickster bit back the urge to sigh while Kali scoffed a bit.

"Well pray tell what is the situation Odin? I have places to be and offerings to collect."

Another God spoke out irritated by the abrupt summons. Odin shot the god a look and was about to retort when the doors to the meeting room burst open, a fierce wind accompanying it. The room went into a dead silence as a familiar figure strolled into the room. The Trickster stiffened as his golden hues landed on the figure and he couldn't help but bite back the curse that wanted to come out. There among the immortals was none other than Death. Loki swallowed hard and the other gods and goddesses began to whisper in slight panic or fear.

"What's he doing here?"

"Has he come to slaughter us all??"

"How could Odin involve him?!?"

Voices echoed in the room. Death paid no attention to them, instead calmly making his way to Odin's side to take the stage. Death's blank stare flickered over to Loki and narrowed, his eyes holding a knowing look in them. The Trickster shivered slightly.

'He knows....oh dear Father he knows.'

The thought whispered in his mind making him sweat. To his relief the reaper didn't say anything about him but rather looked away to stare at the rest of the room.

"The situation he was addressing is one of uttermost importance. One that should it not be fixed will be disastrous to us all."

Death said his voice a raspy rattle. The room seemed to be holding its breath waiting for the reaper to continue.

"The Goddess Life has been taken from her post.....by a Winchester."

Death finished. The room erupted into chaos within moments, the voices now even louder than they were previously. The Trickster sat in his seat stunned and feeling sick to his stomach. He knew who Life was, he knew about her role from the moment of her creation. He knew about the Winchesters and what they were to bring in the future. The thought of Life being with a Winchester......

'We're so screwed.'

He thought as he realized just how bad this could get should Life continue to remain running around with one of the starters of the apocalypse.

"So what does this have to do with us??"

Kali asked knocking Loki from his thoughts to pay more attention to what was happening.

"I'm asking for your assistance. Bring me the Goddess Life, and you shall be spared from my scythe."

Death stated simply, not bothering to sugarcoat what would happen should they refuse to help him. The gods and goddesses went quiet as the threat hung in the air. After a beat of silence Odin finally spoke up.

"We will help retrieve her."

He said his voice grave and slightly rocky. At this point Loki had heard enough and with a flick of his hand he replaced himself with a clone and disappeared from the meeting. Once out of sight he snapped out his wings, the golden feathers glistening slightly before taking off into the night. He had to get to Life and the Winchester first before his fellow immortals got to them first.

'Father help me this is going to be a pain in the ass.'

~~~~~

Sam Winchester looked over towards the passenger seat an amused smile on his face while he drove through the countryside. His partner Olidia was singing to the radio, her window rolled down as she took in the fresh air. The sun shore brightly, adding a nice touch to the peaceful atmosphere in the car. The duo were heading towards a new destination, the open road stretched out in front of them.

'I've got that old time Rock and Roll~!'

Olidia sang her heart out bringing a small chuckle out of Sam. It was amusing to the witch to see the Goddess have fun. Ever since the two of them were forced to run from hunters and other creatures Olidia had been trying to experience everything she'd never got to when she'd been living in her forest. One of those experiences had been listening to music from different time periods and she'd taken quite a liking to them. The young man watched as his friend enjoyed herself, a fondness warming him. Seeing the young woman having a great time made him happy. Feeling his eyes on her Olidia flickered her dark brown eyes towards him and gave him a bright smile.

"What's up?"

She asked her voice chipper. Sam quickly shook his head a slight blush coming onto his cheeks from embarrassment at having been caught staring.

"Nothing just got lost in thought."

He responded with a smile. Olidia just gave a small nod of understanding before going back to singing her song. The hunter took a moment to spare one last look at her, noting the way the sun made her long curls glow auburn, and the freckles that decorated her pale cheeks. Her outfit which had once consisted of outdated togas and plants weaved into her hair was now nothing more but a plain t-shirt and a pair of well worn jeans and cowboy boots. Yet even with the simple new look he couldn't deny that she was beautiful. And seeing her being so bubbly and cheery made him want to protect her. Olidia was his family at this point just like Dean was and the witch would be damned if he allowed anything to happen to her and her chipper smile.

'I'll keep you safe Oli. That's a promise, even if it kills me you'll be safe.'

He'd keep her safe, just as she'd done for him. She was his family after all, and he loved her just as much as she loved him. As Sam's eyes flickered back to the road he failed to notice that Olidia looked back at him, taking him in. The goddess noticed how messy his long brown hair was from the wind and the way the sun made his eyes light up in their hazel glory. Sam looked like the perfect picture of happiness and it made her heart soar in joy. Just like Sam, seeing the hunter looking at peace made Olidia just as happy if not even more so. It wasn't often that the witch was so at peace. Between trying to get John off of their trail and the hunts he still went on with her assistance, the young man had barely anytime to truly relax and enjoy the world around him. Which was why Olidia had made it her personal mission to give Sam as many happy moments as he'd given her.

From the moment Olidia had met the kind hearted Winchester, he'd made her happy. Sam had opened up a doorway to a whole new world of possibilities that she never dreamed of having. All of her life she'd known nothing but her forest and Death who came to visit occasionally. She never knew anything else other than the sheltered life she'd lived. Up until she'd met Sam and started to teach him in the ways of nature and magic, Olidia had never realized how truly alone she'd felt. The isolation of being in her home, the longing to be apart of the world that she helped keep alive. It was unbearable, the emotions she'd buried for so long coming back to the surface. Then Sam appeared, in all of his awkward tall glory. A man who just like her felt isolated and longed for something more than what he had. For the first time in her long life Olidia felt like she belonged somewhere. No longer was she the only one who didn't belong, but rather she'd found her place and it was at the side of Sam Winchester.

'I wonder if you truly realize how much you changed my life. How much you made my long existence finally feel like it's worth it.'

She thought quietly as she turned her gaze back outside to watch the world pass her by. Olidia would do anything to help Sam and keep him happy. He was her best friend and her family. Smiling softly to herself she began to sing to the next song, only this time Sam's voice joined hers making her small smile bloom.

'I'll do everything I can to keep that smile on your face Sam. I'll have your back and keep you safe just as you've done for me, I swear it.'

With that promise locked away into her heart as well as the promise locked away in Sam's own, the two continued onwards towards their destination, unaware of the plans that was in store for them.

*I honestly don't even know. Okay so I've grown to really like this concept and I've been dying to do some writing practice because I've got literally things mentally planned out somewhat for my two Azul x Reader series and my two Malleus x Reader series however I've been having trouble figuring out how to make it make sense if you catch my drift. So I decided to just go with this and get some practice in so I can actually get my brain cell to cooperate with me shdhdhfhh. Anyways y'all probably know who the lovely gentleman in the beginning was lmfao. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!*

[who-is-olivia]

Track 10. From the Dining Table

Harry Styles x OC

Harry struggles with loneliness after Olivia refuses to answer his calls. [2.4k]

Genre: angst

Warnings: substance abuse, sexual language

 December 2016

  He calls her one more time. It beeps, beeps, beeps and it ends up on mail. It must be the tenth message he sends but he does so anyway.

“Hey love, it’s me again. We haven’t spoke since you went away and I hate this silence, if you don’t want to talk to me can I at least know why?” he begs to the cold phone, hunching over his knees with a hand holding back his hair. “I know I was an asshole, I’m so so sorry, but I want to talk. Can you please call me? Even if it’s just to shout at me and call me names? I love you”

  He wipes the corners of his eyes, not in shame, just to avoid his mates asking what’s going on. Harry leaves the waiting room and walks in the studio where Ryan and Mitch are tweaking his recording of Two Ghosts. The album is almost done, they only miss a couple more songs to close the set. As he sits beside Mitch, he notices his friend’s worried gaze as if he could hear his failed attempts through the acoustic protection.

“Nothing?” he asks.

“Just silence” Harry sighs and Mitch pats his leg in comfort.

“Why don’t you go to New York?”

“I don’t know if she’s there, she could be with her grandma in New Orleans or Rio, she could be in London, I wouldn’t know”

“She’s not answering my texts either” Mitch replies. It’s as if, overnight, Olivia vanished from the face of the Earth. “Not even Frank”

  He leaves the studio late and walks back to his hotel. A few fans stop him on the way, he’s not on the mood to be his usual cheerful self but he still obliges when they ask for pictures. One of them has a t-shirt with her album cover, when he looks up he’s almost speechless.

“You okay?” she asks, a mix of elation and awkwardness.

“Yeah, you just... remind me of someone”

“Olivia, right? I get that a lot” she laughs, “There was a time I copied her braids, people stopped me in the streets for pictures”

This time, he chuckles as well. Oli loves taking pictures, it appeals so much to her vanity it’s exhausting. She’s not a very sympathetic person when it comes to interacting with strangers, but she always made her fans an exception. “That’s crazy”

“Can you send her a picture of me? I’m a huge fan”

At her request his weak smile falters. He’d love to send her a picture but she won’t notice it, she won’t reply, she won’t care. “Of course”

He politely takes a picture with her and pretends to send it to Oli. “Thank you so much”

“Do you live nearby?”

“No, I’m staying at the Hilton, I’m actually from Mexico”

“So am I! I mean, staying at the Hilton, I’m quite British” she laughs at his clumsy excuse, “Do you want me to walk you back, maybe get a few drinks?”

“Sure!”

  He tried to forget her, he tried to drown away his sorrow and sleep with someone else to fix the problem but he failed pitifully. His drunken haziness only caused him to sob over someone, and looking at her likeness made it even worse. He wasn’t struggling for the lack of sex, that’d be easy to fix, he misses her entirely, body and soul. He misses her company, her weird insights, her particular taste for rom-coms and the strange foods she smuggles from her hometown. He misses her touch, the texture of her collarbones and the way her hair smells in the morning, he misses the stargazing and the way her eyes shine like a dark sky with a single star...

  When he wakes up the morning after, her twin fan is sleeping on his bed while he gets up from the couch. She’s dressed from head to toe, only her shoes are stored nicely in a corner. By the time, he’s already missed a fine amount of working hours in the studio. A text from Mitch begs him to stay at the hotel and try to work himself out, better than sniffle over his shoulder while he tries to work. He works his dizzy way to the bed and pokes the young woman.

“Oli... I-I mean...” he steps away, trying to recover her name somewhere in his drunken mind. “Luna?”

“Hm?” she rubs her eyes open.

“Hey” he strokes her arm clumsily, “Morning. I might need to leave in a few minutes, you’re a guest here right?”

“Oh, yes” she gets up in a stretch. “I’m so sorry”

“It’s alright, thank you for last night”

“It was nothing” she recalls him laying on her lap bawling his eyes out as she tries to comfort him the best she can. “I hope you figure yourself out”

“Thank you” he pulls her in for a friendly hug and walks her to the door.

  Now that he’s alone, he takes his phone again to no avail. She won’t answer, she won’t even listen to his voicemail. He then googles her name to search for recent news, the most recent one is about Frank’s new affair and his sister’s approval, the last one indicating her location is three months old, when she joined him in Jamaica. He checks her social media, Frank’s, all her former bandmate’s but when he least expects it, he finds a clue.

  Her friend Matty, who he hasn’t seen in months, posted a photo wearing one of Harry’s old t-shirts, a white one he wore to a Burberry fashion show. Without a second thought, he reaches out.

“‘ello? Who’s this?”

“Hey, it’s Harry, Harry Styles” he immediately regrets the call. It is a stupid idea, he shouldn’t be intruding.

“Oh, hey! Sorry, didn’t recognize your voice”

“I’m sorry... listen chap, I need to ask you something and you might find it weird but when was the last time you saw Olivia?”

He ponders for a moment, “She came by when her tour began last year, but we haven’t talked much ever since” Harry sighs in defeat, “But I saw Frank last weekend when I was in LA”

“Weird, I just saw a picture of you with a shirt just like mine-“

“It probably is, I got it from Frank” he shuts his eyes in realization. Of course, Frank is like a damn vampire, only he takes his peer’s clothes. “He stole a shirt from me, thought I’d do the same to him”

“Did he mention anything about Oli at all?”

“No, she said she’s just fine... but he was weird about it, I could tell” Matty confesses, always prizing his truthfulness.

“I see... cheers mate, sorry for the weird questions”

“No problem, let me know if you need anything”

  Another finished phone call, another silence. He hates the silence, all that’s left in silence are his troubled thoughts. Slowly he falls back to sleep thinking about her, dreaming of their home in New York, Oli waking up early to water the plants as he played the guitar in the garden, making dinner together, napping together at their studio’s couch after a long day of work. He wakes up a bit lost and finds his writing journal few inches away from a pool of wine he accidentally spilled last night. He hoisters the journal carefully but lets something fall in that puddle: a map.

“No, no no no” he picks it up and runs to the bathroom pressing the white towels against the paper. He unfolds the thing and stares in slight relief as the whole thing wasn’t too affected. That map of New York has so many precious memories recorded on it, her handwriting is all over the place. He finds the spot east of Central Park where she marked with a circle and wrote ‘home’.

  He wants to go home, he wants to relive their good moments and make new ones. Every piece of poetry in that book somehow reminds him of her. There’s the one describing how he felt after their vacation in Rio, when he got to see her interacting with the place she grew up on. She was so fulfilled, so joyful... He had then rented a penthouse across the street from the beach where they could see the whole coastline. They’d wake up in bliss, make love all morning and spend hours just on pillow talk. Then he’d take her to the sea and hold her legs around his waist, leaning to kiss her between the waves, her touch light on him. He called the poem “Waves in Her Eyes”, he never felt like making it a song, just a good reverie.

  One of his favorites, “Spotlight”, is about watching her perform. She feels so in sync with her music, it’s like she’s possessed by it. He always idealized her when he saw her onstage, after all she looked other-worldly beautiful, but coming off stage that side of her disappeared and she was just Oli: playful, simple, charming Oli. He remembers watching her practice when she’d spend the weekends in his flat in London, one earpod giving her the playback as he could only hear her powerful low-pitched voice roaring the melodies.

  He dozes off quite often, waking up randomly to read another poem, drink some wine and doze off again. When it’s noon, he picks up the phone to no messages of her.

“Hey Oli, it’s me again. This is getting old, but I just want to talk to you... You’re so fucking complicated, ay? Why won’t you ever say what you wanna say?” he spits bitterly but immediately regrets it. “Sorry, in your defense, that side of you never stopped me from loving you. I do it almost like breathing. But now... I know I’ve fucked up, but so did you. I’ll never give up on us but I’m tired of apologizing to silence, maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry too... who am I kidding, you never do, do you?”

  He loses track of the days he’s spent in the hotel room. One evening, Mitch comes around with his guitar to play something he’s working on but Harry barely clocks in.

“This is a bunch of shit” Mitch groans, looking around the place.

“Sorry mate, I’m not really in the mood for it”

“By the looks of it, your mood is only self-pity and wine. I could agree with wine but self-pity isn’t cool”

“I’ve never felt less cool, Mitch” Harry sighs.

“Fuck’s sake... Harry, go to New York”

“She might not be there-“

“She might be” he counters, willing to play cup half-full if it gets his friend out of this mess.

“I have to finish the album”

“You’re not finishing the album like this”

“I’ll write you something, I promise” he insists, the album is the last string he has grounding him to her world, he needs to finish it.

“Don’t force yourself to it, do what you want whenever you want it. I’ll be right here pal”

“Thanks Mitch”

  He doesn’t remember when he left, nor how he came to the hotel room in the first place, but now he finds himself at the dinning table staring down a blank page of his journal. There’s so much he feels but very little he can put into words. In his haze, he thinks about writing about a particularly steamy night they spent together. It started with them making out on the couch, but slowly their touches became more daring and things got heated. He can’t take the pen to write as he’s too busy playing with himself.

He feels disgraceful, unable to work, to leave the hotel or do anything but feel sorry for himself. But suddenly, his phone rings. In a room so doomed by silence, his ringtone feels like a needle piercing his eardrums. “Hello?”

“Harry?” Frank asks from the other end of the line, “Is that you? Are you ok?”

“How the fuck you think I am?” he answers in a fickle tone, “Why didn’t you answer my texts, I’ve been trying to talk to you for days”

“I know man, I feel awful about it”

“Where is she?” his anger simmers to a small whimper.

“She’s in New York”

“Why won’t she answer my calls?”

Frank dallies with his words trying to find the best ones for this situation, “Harry, there’s something she needs to tell you but she doesn’t know how”

“What is it?” he begs.

“I can’t tell you, I swore to her I wouldn’t”

“Ain’t that precious: she can’t tell me, you can’t tell me, I might as well just fuck off”

Frank feels the full weight of his heart-break, which is in part his fault as he couldn’t talk Olivia through her silence, but this is his only chance to atone. “Tomorrow we’ll play at Jim’s to celebrate the band’s anniversary, 9:00 pm. Your name will be on the list. Don’t miss it”

  Without further ado, he ends the call.

  Harry leaps up in a burst of energy and starts packing his stuff. With everything packed, he looks at the mess he left in the room. If Anne was in this hotel room, she’d bash him up for his behavior, so in honor of her education he makes sure to leave the place spotless. After that, he texts Frank an apology. They both fucked up, but Frank never deserved this treatment. Years of friendship have made him look at his in-law through Oli’s lens, her undying love for him is contagious.

“Hey love, if you haven’t heard any of my voicemail you won’t hear this either, but I’m coming home. What I’m doing here without you doesn’t make sense. I hope when we get to see each other we’ll figure ourselves out, ‘cause this small taste of life without you is quite miserable... anyway, we’ll sort ourselves out. I love you”

  He books himself an overnight ticket to New York and leaves, spending the whole trip trying to justify his absence to Ryan and the other producers. He can't work until he's got Oli back, or at least until they're sorted out.

  He arrives at Jim's pub almost at the end of the show, calmly strolling down the snowy streets. The doors open to a crowded hall, he has to squeeze between the guests to find a privileged spot. Once he gets it, there's nothing between him and Oli. He sighs and smiles until her eyes find his beneath the spotlight.

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[theclubofhomies-blog]

System introduction.

Greetings, we are the Club of Homies, also known as the Homies’ club. We are currently a system of 26 and this will be a brief introduction of the ones of us that are comfortable with writing something. 

( n ) = nicknames.

Benji ( n ) : They / Them, Main host, Middle ground of system, Teen alter.

assuh dudes. im benji, the main host of the homie’s club. i enjoy art, baseball, memes and listening to trap music. im taken by axel, the main host from @fragmentedcollectors. theyre my best friend of many years, whos also the most adorable ginger in the world and i always want to spend time to with them because theyre fucking precious. a random fact about me is that i have a shit ton of water bottles because i have an unquenchable thirst.

Benevolence : She / Her, Insider / connected to Benji, Teen alter.

Hello, I’m Benevolence but you can call me Bene for short! I like watching makeup tutorials, kinky stuff, and dramatic love movies! I’m a bit of a talkative person and definitely am not able to keep my mouth shut when I’m interested in a topic discussion. I love the 90s fashion style and have a bit of a mixed music taste. I have a twin and two sort of brother figures in my life, one of them being Benji; We’re a very tightly interwoven family of sorts and I adore them all very much. Feel free to talk to me, I’m not very mean!

Vincent : He / Him, Protector, System manager, Leader.

Greetings, everyone, My name is Vincent. I am the main system manager of the Homies’ Club, working with many others to make sure that my system is stable and that all the alters in my system are always in a good state. I am one of the most flexible alters when it comes to jobs around my system and I am often seen working many jobs. Though despite me always being busy, I am currently in a happy and content companionship with James (@ceruleansaturdays). Some facts about me are that I enjoy songs from the 60s to the 90s and also have a leaning preference to always wearing suits.  Thank you for reading. 

V

Ace : They / Them, Main rationalist, System manager, Second in command.

My name is Ace, I’m the main rationalist of my system and the second in command, working under Vincent and his counterpart. I’m happily fucking taken by Al, the main rationalist of the Fragmented Collectors (@rationalisticsinner), so if you direct any flirty shit at me, expect to get quickly shut down. I’m in charge of how most of the system runs and am the one that usually takes charge in making plans. I generally don’t type in perfect grammar but for the sake of this introduction, I will. Just don’t fuck with my system and we’ll be on a good note. ♠️

Sky ( n ) : She / Her, Main caretaker of H, Emotional alter.

Hello! My name is Sky, I am the main caretaker of the child alter in my system, H. I love the colour yellow, flowers, spending time with children, reading on sunny afternoons, hot chocolate and having soft lights in rooms. I’ve been told that I’m a very friendly person and that I am a little too nice but caring for everyone is just part of my personal values. I love spending time during special days of the year, such as Halloween and Easter as that’s when I’m able to spoil H and see him have fun! : )

Jonathan : He / Him, Second unconsciousness.

what’s up? name’s jonathan. i’m an alter that’s usually responsible for the vessel falling asleep, not the main one as that’s usually my girlfriend, monet but.. as she’s not able to do the role right now, i’ve taken over. i like sleeping on couches and in the car while music is playing in the background. i’m interested in poetry, photography and am always a sucker for astrology because I just love looking up at the night sky and identifying constellations. i’m not much of a fronter as i generally only come out when it’s time to sleep but i am hoping to sometimes spend some time writing here. 

Jon

Evan : He / Him, Insider, Connected to unconsciousness.

Hey Tumblr, my name is Evan. I’m part of the small group of alters who play the role as unconsciousness ( Monet, Jon, Leo and myself ). We all used to be merged together until recently this year when we all decided to fully split and become our own people, though it’s unfortunate that by doing that, the numbers of alters increased but we all really did want to live individual lives instead of being one all the time. I like bands such as Panic!AtTheDisco, Falling in Reverse and Set It Off and prefer to nap during the late afternoons on beds. My best friend is Leo and there’s no one I’d rather ever be with than him because of how nice and caring he always is. 

Leonard : He / Him, Insider, Connected to unconsciousness, Fragmented.

Heeeeeey everyone, my name is Leonard but Leo for short. I’m part of the unconsciousness crew and am a pretty down to earth guy. I’m like the type of guy that sends you wholesome appreciation memes at 3am when you’re not having a good night so I guess you can consider me as a pretty good friend lol. Despite me always being tired and sleepy, I really do like spending time outside and sleeping in the sun or under a shady tree is always like the best thing ever. I also am very huggy and am a bit of a foodie. Will be honest though, my cooking skills aren’t like Gordon Ramsey quality, kinda just chucking stuff into a pot until it tastes good lmfao. Anyways, that’s me, just a random guy. ;)

- Leo

Ikere : They / Them, Insider, Emotional protector, Slider alter.

Heya~ <3 uwu My name is Ikere, I am an emotional protector of the system and is an alter that specializes in the love department, in the aspect of relationships and crushes. I adore people, love songs, walking in the park during spring and writing love letters and poetry. I like watching fashion shows, makeup videos, and anime in my free time. I’ve been told that I’m a good person to chat to and that I’m very nice so, if anyone would ever like to talk to me about interest or just about life in general, I’m always happy to meet someone new! uvu <3 

Avian : He / Him, Rationalist, Teen alter.

Hello, my name is Avian. I am much like the teenage version of Ace and we both are obviously very close and share many of the same things, such as similar signatures, food choices and music tastes. I am the backup rationalist in this system and work with Ace most of the time as well as with my own friend group whenever errands need to be run. I am taken to BZ in the Fragmented Collectors so like Ace said in their introduction, please do not try anything with me, I’m simply not interested in anyone else. Thank you for reading. Avian ♠️ .

Bradley : They / Them, Insider, Teen alter.

What’s up, Tumblr? I’m Brad, a teenager stuck between a punk and normal sense of style. I’m the younger sibling of Siobhan and have always wanted to grow up to be like her because she’s honestly pretty cool, despite her weird ways of eating takeaway at 2 in the morning and watching rock band interviews on Youtube. I like drawing and doodling on my hands and arms and I’m really into sci-fi stuff. I love my friends and I couldn’t ever live without them because they generally really complete my life and make me happy. In the future, we all plan to get matching tattoos. ^^’ Bradley

Siobhan : She / Her, Internal self helper, Slider alter.

Hey party animals, I’m Siobhan, leader of a group in the Homies’ Club and kinda always just co-leading with Vincent.. or at least just supporting the system. I’d describe myself as a pretty gay, punk, rebellious lover of technology and rock who also likes eating junk food and burgers instead of salads because who the fuck wants to eat kale and lettuce?? But yeah, I love rock music, leather jackets, tattoos, and burgers. My favourite band is Hollywood Undead and you best believe I jam out to their songs whenever I’m fronting. Not much else about me honestly, I’m just a simple chick. 

Marien : He / Him, Internal self helper, Slider alter.

what’s up my dudes and dudettes? i’m just a promiscuous nerdy blond punkster you can call Marien. i’m chill, relatively loud sometimes and love being with my friends or people I just genuinely like. i love video games, cyberpunk shit, loud music and watching people fail, gives me joy. i enjoy being reckless and a little too energetic sometimes and am usually the one at parties who jumps onto the table and chugs two bottles of beer before raiding the person’s fridge for food and passing out in a bush the next morning, so i guess you can call me the life of the party haha. anyways hmu whenever, totally free to chat

Marien Ⓐ

Nathaniel : He / Him, Internal self helper, Slider alter.

Hello, I’m Nathaniel. :D I really like pop music, the colour green, birds and coding. My wardrobe is always filled with green sweaters, hoodies and my favourite beanies. All the people in my friend group are my best friends and I always treasure my laptop and phone because they’re my most precious belongings. A lot of the times I make spelling mistakes but thankfully a lot of my friends point it out to me and I sometimes use an app to correct everything! Technology, ducks, and cereal are honestly my favourite things! Nathaniel :D

Oli ( n ) : She / Her, Emotional alter, Teen alter

Hi, my name is Oli. I love everything pastel, comfortable sweaters, and blankets. I have a little bit of trust issues and I’ll be honest, I’m not the strongest alter out there so I am very dependent on others sometimes. I like making cheesecakes, taking care of plants and sketching up fictional characters. I do promise that I’m nice and very approachable! :o <3 

Mallory : He / Him, Persecutor / Perpetrator, Slider alter. 

Hello. My name is Mallory but do feel free to call me Mal. I’m not an alter that usually fronts but I am a very important alter in this system, just preferring to spend time in my own place. I like to spend most of my time in the dark and with the people I like. Other than that, I also do like laughing. Always helps lift up the mood. 

MALLORY.XX

Anyways, that is a short introduction from most of us. We’ll be posting and reblogging whenever we have time. Do feel free to chat if you’d all like, we’re always happy to make new friends.

- TheClubOfHomies

[domestic-harry]

Hi Lis! I know you used to do fic recs based on playlists/albums and I know this is a big request buuuut could you do one based off of your H&L Playlist? You're the best!

My H&L Playlist Fic Rec

God Only Knows by The Beach Boys

If you should ever leave meThough life would still go on, believe meThe world could show nothing to meSo what good would livin’ do meGod only knows what I’d be without you

These Inconvenient Fireworks : Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up finding one other eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning buildings, and Niall is Niall. 

Pretty Boy by Young Galaxy 

When we were lostWe found each otherAnd headed sightless for the cityWe had no wayMisfit and stray

Atlas At Last : He doesn’t know what he had been expecting out of the road trip itself besides burping contests and too much shitty gas station food with Oli and Stan, but in the brief moment before Harry ambles up his driveway, Louis idly wonders if this is about to become some sort of Gay Coming of Age story.Maine to California in ten days. In which Zayn’s an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in Ohio, Liam’s the pastor’s son running away from home, and Niall’s the number they call on the bathroom wall.It’s 1978. Harry and Louis are just trying to get to San Fran in time for the Queen concert. 

Baby I’m Yours by Arctic Monkeys

And I’ll be yours until the stars fall from the sky

Through Struggles, To The Stars : Louis is a Starfleet captain trying to find his place in the universe. Harry is a prince just trying to do what’s right. A Star Trek-inspired AU.

Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles

Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winterLittle darling, it feels like years since it’s been hereHere comes the sun, here comes the sunAnd I say it’s all right

Turning Page : Harry Styles tries to get lost in a place he’s never been.  Louis Tomlinson has been perfecting the art of being lost for years. What they don’t expect to find is each other.

This Magic Moment by The Drifters 

And then it happened, it took me by surprise

Hiding Place : Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe.

Wouldn’t It Be Nice by The Beach Boys

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could wake upIn the morning when the day is new?And after having spent the day togetherHold each other close the whole night through

My Heart Is Beating For This Moment In Time : When Louis first saw Harry at the 2010 X Factor Auditions, he thought he was watching a peculiarly special stranger. But Harry has known Louis ever since he was five years old.Because Louis has a rare genetic disorder that causes him to Time Travel to important moments in his past and in his future - and to Harry, always to Harry. When they’re put into a band together, it seems like everything Harry has been waiting and wishing for has finally come true. Except for the small fact that Louis doesn’t know that Harry is in love with him- that Harry’s always been in love with him. Fate, it would seem, is just getting started.A story about growing up and growing together, and the impossible love that makes it all worthwhile. 

I’m A King Bee by The Rolling Stones

Well I’m a king bee Buzzing around your hive

Wear It Like A Crown : AU. As part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal in Buckingham Palace, Louis expects Prince Harry to be a lot of things—most notably a royally spoilt brat. Never mind that the very same Prince Harry used to star in quite a number of Louis’ teenage fantasies. 

Satellite by Gustar

Always the first star that I find

Relief Next To Me : AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.  

Leather And Lace by Stevie Nicks, Don Henley 

Give to me your leatherTake from me my lace

Baby Heaven’s In Your Eyes : Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need. 

You’ve Got To Hide Your Love Away by The Beatles 

And I hear them sayHey you’ve got to hide your love away

Butterfly Gun : Harry has never been much of a fighter, but—as always—where Louis Tomlinson is concerned, a lot of things stop being true.1940’s AU. Even after six years apart, they can’t forget their shared wartime childhood. 

Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron & Wine

Stole me a dog eared mapAnd called for you everywhere

Have I found you?Flightless bird, jealous, weepingOr lost you?

Finding Lou : Louis is the nomadic stranger who wanders into Harry’s bookstore. Harry is the skeptic who falls for him. 

See You Again by Elle King 

You were standing thereFire in your eyesAs you held me inSaid, “Sorry, I didn’t write”

The Melody You Never Heard : The one where Harry gets roped into a four-day camping trip with the boy who kissed him and never called back. 

I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys 

Secrets I have held in my heartAre harder to hide than I thoughtMaybe I just wanna be yours

Like an Endless Summer : Louis is a riding instructor at a summer camp, and Harry is a fellow counselor who he’s been successfully managing his crush on for the last two summers. That is, until Harry shows up this year leveled up and lethal, and all Louis’s formerly perfected veneer of nonchalance melts like a popsicle in the sun. 

Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley 

Wise men say only fools rush inBut I can’t help falling in love with you

The Afterlife Fic : After dying in an accident, Louis Tomlinson arrives in the Afterlife. Not Heaven and not Hell, Louis finds himself in Judgment City UK: a pristine city where the food and entertainment are divine and the newly departed must undergo a Review of their life on Earth to determine if they have lived a life worthy of advancement in the universe, or if they must be returned to Earth to be born again in a new body.On his first full day in the Afterlife, Louis meets Harry Styles, and the two have an instant connection. Over the course of their Reviews, they fall in love and begin to find that even though they didn’t know each other on Earth, they are nonetheless linked to one another in perfect ways. Both are hoping to move ahead in the universe together, but they are challenged with the threat of separation if one or both of them is sent back to Earth to be born again.

Work Song by Hozier

Boys workin’ on emptyIs that the kind'a way to face the burning heat?I just think about my babyI’m so full of love I could barely eat

Been Together Since Way Back When : Louis Tomlinson is a law student with a simple but effective four step plan: 1. Finish law school. 2. Get hired somewhere awesome. 3. Marry his best friend and boyfriend of two years, Harry. 4. Live happily ever after. Harry Styles doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life, where he wants to go, who he wants to be, or if he even wants the college degree he’s almost completed.  All he does know is who he’ll be with forever, as long as Louis wants to keep him around. Or: the painfully realistic college au where everyone’s poor, lovesick, tired of school, terrified of the future, and still having the greatest times of their lives. 

Lay Me Down by Sam Smith

Yes I do, I believeThat one day I will be, where I wasRight there, right next to you

Emperor’s New Clothes : Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship. 

Like A Prayer by Madonna 

When you call my nameIt’s like a little prayerI’m down on my kneesI want to take you thereIn the midnight hourI can feel your powerJust like a prayerYou know I’ll take you there

Shake Me Down : Harry’s new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization. 

You Make Loving Fun by Fleetwood Mac

I never did believe in miraclesBut I’ve a feeling it’s time to try

This Wicked Game : An AU in which The Bachelor is gay, Louis is a contestant, Harry is the bachelor, everyone drinks a lot of champagne, the entire world gets to watch them fall in love, and no one plays by the rules.

English Rose by Ed Sheeran 

I spend my daysJust travelling and playing showsBut my heart still beats For my home and my English rose

Never Be : The one where Harry Styles moves to Connecticut from England for nine months as a part of a study abroad program, and he just so happens to move in with Louis Tomlinson and family. 

Gone, Gone, Gone by Phillip Phillips 

Baby I’m not moving onI love you long after you’re gone

Through Eerie Chaos : For as long as anyone can remember, Old Hillsbridge Manor has always been believed to be haunted. Everyone in the village agrees and keeps a respectful, fearful, distance. New in town after a bad breakup and an internship that led to disappointment rather than a permanent job, Harry Styles figures taking pictures of the decrepit building could be a great new creative project. Or at least a much-needed distraction while he searches for a job and crashes at his parents’ new house. No one warned him about the apparitions though; about the music, the laughter, the people who flicker and vanish when you call after them, the echoes of a past that should be long gone… Harry has never believed in spirits but even he can admit that there’s something weird going on. What starts as mere curiosity evolves into a full-blown investigation and soon enough, Harry finds himself making friends with an aristocrat from the 1920s and struggling with finding the best way to tell him that he’s dead. 

Sweetest Devotion by Adele 

The way I’m running with you honeyMeans we can break every lawI find it funny that you’re the onlyOne I never looked for

The King of Spades : Undercover Metropolitan Police officer DC Louis Tomlinson has worked his way up the ranks of a prominent London crime family without raising suspicion, but when he finds himself pitted against a rising crime boss with a police background and a favoured employee by the name of Harry Styles, everything starts to unravel. Finding himself in the middle of an escalating war between two bosses whose bad blood runs deep into a violent past, Louis has to be even more careful where he steps in case his big secret catches up to him – and if it does, he knows he won’t survive it.Not to mention he’s falling for someone he can’t have – whose earnestness and honesty is a bright spot in a dark world – he can’t sleep because his nightmares haunt him and he’s in way over his head, but it’s just a game, always just a game, and if Louis plays his cards right he might just make it out alive. 

Dear Prudence by The Beatles 

The wind is low the birds will singThat you are part of everythingDear Prudence won’t you open up your eyes?

Young & Beautiful : Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. 

Tiny Dancer by Elton John 

But oh how it feels so realLying here with no one near

Never Gonna Dance Again : Louis is a spy and Harry is a dancer. The only real thing they know is each other.

Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart by Ariana Grande 

I know I’m not your onlyBut I’ll still be a fool‘Cause I’m a fool for you

Red Brick Heart : Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn’t expect is a surprise roommate who’s loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he’s ever wanted.

Secret Love Song, Pt. II by Little Mix

We keep behind closed doorsEvery time I see you, I die a little more

Don’t Look Down : AU. In which Louis is a solicitor at one of London’s most prestigious law firms and Harry happens to apply for the position as his trainee. And everyone else is around, too. 

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths

Good time for a changeSee, the luck I’ve hadCan make a good manTurn bad

Hush : Au where small towns suck, Louis is losing it, and Harry’s just too perfect. 

Rubik’s Cube by Athlete

The world is too heavyToo big for my shouldersCome take this weight off me now

Where Your Heart Is: Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam– his entirely too chipper step brother– or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books – No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be– The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence.

Running Back To You by For The Foxes

Hey, old lover, when you fall asleepThere’s a piece of you in every song I singWhere your childhood runs wild and freeWithout me 

Empty Skies : For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream – making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain? 

Miss You by The Rolling Stones

I’ve been holding out so longI’ve been sleeping all alone

Here In The Afterglow : 1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger. 

I’ve Just Seen A Face by Jim Sturgess 

I’ve just seen a face,I can’t forget the time or placeWhere we just met

Nameless Night : For their 18th birthday, every person receives a letter that reads a simple date. That is the date you’ll meet your soulmate. Harry and Louis have different beliefs, live in different worlds and have different dreams, hopes and fears. Yet, they’re not so different from each other when it comes to love. When their paths cross, there is no doubt they belong together. Except for that one, essential difference: they didn’t receive the same date.

I Melt With You by Modern English 

I’ll stop the world and melt with you You’ve seen the difference and it’s getting better all the time There’s nothing you and I won’t do

Outwit, Outplay, Outlast : A Survivor All-Stars AU in which Harry and Louis are just in this game to win the million dollars, but they end up with something better.  

Sweet Disposition by Temper Trap

So stay there'Cause I’ll be coming overAnd while our blood’s still youngIt’s so young, it runsAnd won’t stop 'til it’s overWon’t stop to surrender

Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can’t Lose : American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football. A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end? 

Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode

Someone to hear your prayersSomeone who caresYour own personal Jesus

Escapade : In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He’s rich. He’s handsome. He’s reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for. 

Take On Me by A-ha 

Take me on, (take on me)I’ll be goneIn a day or two

Wild and Unruly: Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

Bloodstream by Transviolet 

Outlaw love, make you lose control

Wanted Most : Louis Tomlinson is a thief, and a damn good one at that. Most have heard of him. Most don’t understand him. And Harry Styles is the FBI agent who can never seem to catch him. 

Boys by Charli XCX

Head is spinning thinking 'bout boys

Wings to Break Your Fall : Strip club AU. Harry’s work and family are keeping him busy. He really isn’t looking for a relationship, doesn’t want one. He just wants Louis. Problem is, Louis has other plans. 

Closer by Tegan and Sara

Here comes the breath before we get a little bit closerHere comes the rush before we touch, come a little closer

The Night Sky is Changing Overhead : Harry is a tattoo artist, Louis is a drama professor, and they meet during an argument at a café.

Electric Love by BORNS

Baby you’re like lightning in a bottleI can’t let you go now that I got it

Pillow Talk : When Harry starts having confusing feelings for a male classmate, his sister’s best friend, Louis, helps him figure himself out. Cue lots of kissing, sex, and falling in love. 

Safe And Sound by Capital Cities 

I could show you loveIn a tidal wave of mysteryYou’ll still be standing next to me

Adore You : Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do. Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that. 

Fashion by The Royal Concept 

'Cause I love the way you wear on meAnd your fashion is so wild and freeHoney, lovin’ you ain’t easy,But I’m not gonna leave you, no, noSo, baby, put your dope-ass crazy fashion on me

A Million Roses (Bathed In Rock N Roll) : Harry sings in smoky dive bars; Louis misses his flight home. they go to coney island in the morning. 

What I Like About You by The Romantics

What I like about you, you really know how to danceWhen you go up, down, jump around, think about true romance, yea

Hold Me Closer : Louis Tomlinson is one of the most promising dancers of the English National Ballet, on track to become the youngest principal dancer in the company’s history. That is, until forces conspire to significantly complicate his life, including: a surprise ballet, an unfairly attractive guest choreographer, and being pushed into a rivalry with his best mate. Featuring lots of wine, dancing, pining, and a happy ending.

Feel Like Makin Love by Bad Company

And if I had the sun and moonAnd they were shinin’I would give you both night and dayLove satisfying

Loving You Is Free : Louis is a workaholic record label CEO who hasn’t been on a date in nearly a year. Niall and Liam make an account for him on a sugar dating website as a joke. And then Louis meets Harry. 

Flowers In The Window by Travis 

When I first held you I was coldA melting snowman I was toldBut there was no-one there to hold beforeI swore that I would be alone for ever more

Into The Blue : AU. In which Louis is Harry’s scuba instructor and quite happy to provide the requested special treatment, pun fully intended. It can’t be all that difficult to convince Harry that they’re on the same page, right? Also, Niall and Liam may or may not be dating, and Zayn is surrounded by emotionally stunted idiots. He bears it with dignity. 

Yellow by Coldplay

Look at the starsLook how they shine for youAnd everything you doYeah they were all yellow

Strawberry Milk Series : An au where Harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and Louis’ just trying to figure out whats wrong with him 

I’d Rather Be With You by Joshua Radin 

Finally see you were naturallyThe one to make it so easy when you show me the truthYeah, yeah I’d rather be with youSay you want the same thing too

Speaking of Marvels : AU. Louis is a nanny in suburban New Jersey, and the neighbors’ son is home from college for the summer. It was supposed to be a fling. 

Friends by Ed Sheeran 

And if you know me like I know youYou should love me, you should know

You Are The Blood : A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin. 

Fallingforyou by The 1975

According to your heartMy place is not deliberateFeeling of your armsI don’t want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck

Unbelievers : It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan. Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything. 

Stand By Me by Florence + The Machine

No I won’t be afraidJust as long as you stand, stand by me

Give Me Truths : Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together.Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy. 

Love On Top by Beyonce

Now everybody ask me why I’m smiling out from ear to earBut I know Nothing’s perfect but it’s worth it

Bloodline : Louis doesn’t know how to feel when his best friend, Liam, finds out about a brother that he never knew, who was placed for adoption before he was born and is bursting into his life at twenty-four years old. Louis is very wary of the man who might replace him. He has always thought of Liam as his own brother. What if Liam doesn’t need him anymore? What if there’s no room for Louis? After all, blood runs thicker than water. Louis doesn’t like Liam’s new brother and he doesn’t even know him. That’s irrelevant, though. He doesn’t like him. He doesn’t trust him. He doesn’t want him hanging around. He doesn’t want anything to do with him.That is, until he meets him. 

Perfect by Ed Sheeran

I found a love to carry more than just my secrets 

Dance to the Distortion : Louis accidentally breaks Harry’s camera lens and in order to get it fixed, they decide to participate in a romantic couples study. The only issue is that they are not actually couple. Well that and the fact they cannot stand each other. 

Look After You by The Fray

When I’m losing my control, the city spins aroundYou’re the only one who knows, you slow it down

Gods & Monsters : The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that’s exactly what he did.

Flowers In Your Hair by The Lumineers

And romanticized the time I sawFlowers in your hair

Your Name Is Tattooed On My Heart : Louis is ready to find the love of his life, but first he has to stop falling for the punk rocker next door.

So Easy

Like a rainbow in a rainstorm makes the flowers growYou’re the reason, I believe in, something I don’t know

When We Were Younger : Sixteen year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as their own.

Ho Hey

I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart

California Sold : Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever. A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends. 

Me And You by Jake Bugg

All of these people want us to failI won’t let that happen noJust you believe meI’ll hide you discreetlyDiscreetly from this cold world

Cupid’s Defense : In which Harry is Cupid, Louis and Liam own a law firm, and they’re all getting sued.

Fire And The Flood by Vance Joy

Since we met I feel a lightness in my stepYou’re miles away but I still feel youAnywhere I go there you are

Chasing Empty Spaces : The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

I Will Wait by Mumford & Sons

You forgave and I won’t forget

Feels Like Coming Home : The last thing Harry Styles expects when he’s hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that’s exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn’t heard one word from Louis, and he’s moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he’s a chef, isn’t easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he’d left turn out to be not so easily forgotten.  

[totaljoecktrash]

I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends - Joeck Imagine

*direct any requests to my ask box :)*

JACK’S POV

“It’s called a long clamp or something,” Joe frowned, trying to explain the new weird challenge he’d came up with for this week’s video. I watched him as he spoke, smiling slightly to myself. It was at times like this, when he wasn’t paying attention to me, that I could really appreciate him. The way the bright rays from the lights hit him in just the right places, highlighting cheekbones and a sharp jawline.

I was completely lost in my own world, happy to be just watching Joe when I heard a small chuckle from beside me. I looked over at Conor to see him smirking at me with a knowing look in his eyes. He winked at me before turning back to Joe, saying something about dark twisted fantasies to which Joe replied that he’d been watching a lot of Saw recently, making both Conor and myself laugh.

Now my secret was out though.

Although, I can’t really be sure if it ever was a secret because it’s not like I was really trying to hide my feelings, it’s just that I had no idea of how to act upon them. Maybe it’s for the best that Conor found out, at least now he might be able to help me.

Actually, on second thought, Conor’s probably the worst person for advice on this. It’d probably be a lot better if Josh or Caspar found out. Knowing Josh, he might’ve already figured it out anyway, long before the rest of the boys.

God damnit.

* * *

“So, Joe, huh?” Conor spoke with his hands on his hips, posture somewhat resembling our mum.

We’d just finished the video and Joe had started transferring the footage onto his laptop to start editing when Conor pulled me into the bathroom, telling me he had to talk to me about something urgent.

“Um, yeah, I guess.” I replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck and looking down at the ground in an effort to hide the blush that was spreading across my cheeks.

“Well then, what’s the plan?” My brother asked, confusing me.

“Plan?” I frowned.

“To get the two of you together? You must’ve come up with something.” Conor said, as if it was obvious.

“I was just kind of living with the fact that it wouldnt happen.” I shrugged, mumbling slightly in embarrassment.

“Jesus Jack,” Conor sighed, “We can’t do this now but later on tonight at home, we are damn well coming up with a plan of attack.”

* * *

“I knew it.” Josh smirked, just like Conor had earlier once he’d figured me out.

“How did you know?” I asked, wanting to know what had given it all away.

“Probably the fact that you look at him like he hung the moon in the sky, and the fact that you do not stop touching him. Also, when we’re in a group together you guys just gravitate towards each other. Honestly, everything you do just gives it away.” Josh shrugged, listing all the clues that had helped him piece it together.

“How you knew doesn’t matter, what matters is it is our mission to get them together.” Conor spoke up, preventing that conversation from going anyway else and refocusing us on the task at hand.

“Well, how are we going to do that?” Josh crossed him arms and leaned back on the sofa.

“Christ Josh, you make it sound like I have no good traits at all.” I complained.

“Joe has seen your player tendencies in action so this might be a harder job than it seems Jack, a pretty face will only get you so far here.” Conor reminded me.

“I forgot all about that, oh my God.” I groaned, burying my head in my hands.

“No, that’s fine, we just have to prove to him that you’re serious about this.” Josh said, sitting forward again and resting his elbows on his knees.

“So this mission has two parts, part one being find out if Joe returns these feelings, and part two being show him how much you want this.” Conor took up the same position as Josh, getting ready for an in depth discussion of how I could pull this off.

“Sure, that can’t be too hard right?” I smiled nervously.

“Let’s hope not.” Josh smiled back at me, trying to reassure me.

* * *

I stood around the corner of the kitchen, trying to get close enough so I could hear Jack and Conor but making sure I couldn’t be seen. At least not by Joe.

“So, when are you gonna tell Jack?” Conor asked.

I almost audibly groaned, of course Conor would be blunt about it and make me look like an idiot. The annoying thing being I couldn’t just walk out and defend myself because then Joe would know I was eavesdropping.

“Tell him what?” Joe sounded confused, but his voice sounded almost nervous. That could just be me getting my hopes up though.

“That you’re in love with him.” Conor continued to be the most forward person ever.

“Oh my God.” I whispered, hoping it wasn’t loud enough for Joe to pick up on.

I buried my head in my hands as Conor’s comment was followed by what just might be the longest silence of my life.

After another beat of silence all I heard was Joe splutter out a shocked, “What?!”

“It’s not exactly subtle mate.” I could almost see the knowing look that was on Conor’s face in my mind.

“Is it really that obvious?” Joe let out a sigh of defeat whilst all I wanted to let out was a scream of victory.

Obviously that wasn’t possible right now so I opted for a little air punch and a near silent, “Get in!”

“If it means anything, he feels the same way.” Conor offered.

“Really?” Joe sound surprised, as if he’d never expected me to like him back.

“Really.” Conor said, the smirk practically audible in his voice.

* * *

“Okay, so phase one was successful. What about phase 2?” I started, looking around at the group of boys sans Joe.

“Take him out for a meal.” Oli suggested.

Out of all of the boys, when it came to romance advice I’d probably trust Oli the most so I nodded and said, “Where to though?”

“Nandos is always a safe bet.” Conor spoke up, a smirk on his face.

“I’m not taking him to bloody Nandos, Con. ” I frowned at him, not in the mood to joke around.

“Wagamamas!” Josh shouted out.

“No.” I groaned.

“Could you cook for him?” Caspar asked.

“Jack would burn the whole flat down.” Mikey laughed from his position on the sofa.

“Thanks, Mikey.” I smiled sarcastically.

“What about somewhere Italian? Everyone likes Italian.” Conor offered, the first sensible suggestion he’d made so far.

“That would work actually.” I agreed.

“Which restaurant then, Bella Italia?” Josh looked around at everyone else.

“No it’s gotta be fancier than that.” Conor rubbed his face, clearly starting to get annoyed with how hard it was to come to a decision.

“What about the one that just opened down the road?” Caspar sat forward in his seat, pulling his phone out of his pocket to google the restaurant.

“Oh yeah, that one’s meant to be really nice.” Josh added.

“Okay so I’ll take him there.” I said, looking around at the boys for approval.

“Hang on Jack, you’ve still gotta ask him.” Mikey pointed out.

“Shit.”

* * *

Jack

hey man, you free this friday? - delivered 19:08

Joe

yeah, i think so, why? - received 19:11

Jack

a new italian opened down the road from mine, wondered if you wanted to check it out? - delivered 19:12

Joe

oh yeah sure, who else is coming? - received 19:14

Jack

it’s just us, the boys are busy - delivered 19:16

is that okay? - delivered 19:17

Joe

yeah, can you book a table for 7? - received 19:20

Jack

on it, i’ll pick you up at quarter to - delivered 19:21

Joe

see you then :) - received 19:22

Jack

:) - delivered 19:22

* * *

“Mikey, if you spray any more on me I’ll suffocate before I get out the door.” Jack scolded, trying to shield himself from Mikey and the cologne bottle in his hands.

“Jack, I’m trying to help you find love.” Mikey defended himself as Oli came over and plucked the bottle from his hands.

Josh walked up behind me with a leather jacket, letting me slip my arms into it before pulling it up over my shoulders. Conor pressed my wallet and phone into my hands, letting me put them into my jean pockets.

“Alright, stand still.” Oli instructed me.

All the boys stepped back and looked at me, a final once over before I left.

“What a handsome lad.” Conor commented, causing us all to laugh.

“I think our work is done.” Josh nodded, looking over at the rest of them and recieving a similar response.

I walked over to the front door, turning around to say, “Wish me luck guys.”, before stepping out the door.

* * *

And when we came back to the apartment later hand in hand with big grins spread across our faces, none of the boys said anything, they just looked at each other with knowing grins and knowing they’d done what any good friends would’ve done.

[olicitysmoaky]

Tinseltown (PART 2/8)

(Read on AO3)

Oliver reluctantly extracted himself from Felicity's arms and let his eyes sweep over her form. Her dress clung to curves he remembered at the same time felt as if he had absolutely no acquaintance with at all. She was every bit the beautiful girl he’d fallen for that summer but so much more of a woman. His tongue actually grew heavier in this mouth. That was a thing that happened apparently. And his senses tingled with familiarity and newness. And did he mention that she smelled damned good.

"Oliver... I... I can't believe it,” she said, nibbling a bit on the impossibly red lower lip.

"Neither can I, Felicity." He grinned so wide, he felt his cheeks sting.

"An agent? Impressive,” she said, tilting her head.

"I think all the wows going around in this room should be directed toward you. You look amazing, Felicity."

Felicity blushed, causing Oliver’s heart to flutter a bit at the sight of it.  "The room is dripping with supermodels and movie stars."

"Still can't take a compliment?" he asked, his voice was soft as he stepped closer to her again. He heard her breath hitch. He told himself to hold back, to not touch her, but her skin looked so inviting. Her blue eyes searched his. “Felicity…” He tipped her chin up with a gentle finger.

"Uh, Felicity?” someone said behind her. But Oliver didn’t feel like bothering to turn around to see who it was. “Felicity?” the irritating intruder said again before invading her space and tapping her on the shoulder. Felicity whipped around, breaking their little spell to look at Chad Michaelson, a guy who played on some show on TNT now that his soap career had fizzled out. He was one of those model types that came from Iowa and made it halfway as soon as he stepped off the bus. No talent. Not a client Oliver would never take on.

“Michaelson,” Oliver said, acknowledging the man. He was dating one of his clients but Oliver knew that relationships lasted as long as a custom car wash around this town. Still, he didn’t think the guy was right for his Felicity. What was he saying? She wasn’t his anything. She really never been, had she? It had just been one summer. One summer he’d thought he’d fallen so hard he might not ever be able to get up again.

“Queen,” the pseudo-celebrity man-child said, puffing out his chest. Oliver had two inches on him easy. But he wasn’t about to turn this into peeing contest – the Felicity he’d known would never have gone for that.

“I'm sorry, Chad,” said Felicity. “I didn’t mean to ignore you, but I see you two already know each other.”

“Yeah,” he said, eyeing Oliver then flitting his eyes back to Felicity’s. “It's okay, baby." He leaned down, closer to her ear and whispered a little too loudly, "I just wanted to invite you back to my place for a little private party.”

Felicity laughed, placing her hand on his shoulder, and breathing seductively in his ear. "Normally, I'd jump at the chance, but I have a root-canal at 8am. Gotta get my rest.” Felicity stepped back, patting his shoulder. "Sorry, about that.”

"You do know who I am, don't you?"

Felicity raised her eyebrows at him.

Oliver watched the exchange amused and more than turned on. Felicity hadn't changed.

Chad sighed, seeming to accept defeat. He turned to Oliver. "Good luck, man. She is one hot tomato." Chad looked like he was about to reach out and squeeze Felicity’s ass, but Oliver slapped a heavy hand on his shoulder before he completed his douche bag send off. “Cold fish probably wouldn’t appreciate it anyway.” He stumbled off, heading for the circle of women gathered around in the far-right corner, looking right at him. He watched as the idiot grinned at the group of women. His night was clearly far from over.

Oliver held out his arms as Felicity turned back to him. "So, uh, do you want to dance?”

“You dance, Oliver Queen? In all my life never have I once seen you dance.”

“Trust me, my mother made sure I knew the basics by the time I was twelve.”

“Waltzing and fox trotting don’t look like they’re on the menu,” Felicity teased.

“Then we’ll improvise.”

***

Felicity melted into his embrace. It wasn’t fair how right it felt to be in his arms again. The music slowed, as if on cue, and Felicity rested her head on Oliver's shoulder. Slowly, without prompting from either, the pair began swaying softly to the music.

Felicity lifted her head, and gave Oliver a soft, shy smile. He could still unnerve her like no one else. Felicity Smoak, barracuda attorney-at-law, a pile of muddled mush in the arms of the old high school crush she’d dated for half a summer after her sophomore year at UC Berkeley. She’d turned eighteen that year, and he’d waited for her. He’d been twenty-two after all, and Oliver was a good guy who wanted to make sure she was respected. But even before they’d gotten together, Oliver had been special to her. He’d been someone she could trust to support her, to see her as more than just the geeky blonde in glasses who tutored all his senior friends when she was still in Freshman Comp. Deftly, she cleared her throat, trying to regain her senses. "So, Oliver..." her breath sputtered shakily across his neck. "You live here, I imagine."

"Yeah," Oliver smiled, then swallowed trying to moisten his dry throat. He was never this out of control, not any more. "I heard you just moved here."

"Oh, so you've talked to Barry, huh?"

"Yeah." Oliver did not know what else to say. He knew what he wanted to say, but he just couldn't. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer.

They continued to sway to the music. Felicity felt so alive her skin buzzed and her heart spun. She couldn't believe that a few moments before she was ready to pass out from exhaustion. Right now, she felt like she could run a marathon and still have enough energy to do the Tango with Oliver between her legs all night long. She shook her head. She really should not be having such thoughts about him. Not now. Not like this. Oliver's strong hand swept up her back. Felicity bit back a moan. He was not making this easy.

"So, what brought you to LA?"

"My law firm opened an office out here. I got upped to junior partner if I made the move.”

“Junior partner at 26?”

Felicity shrugged. “Your math is good.”

“I know you graduated from college at the same time some of us were just struggling to get a high school diploma but still…” Felicity blushed at his flattery. “You’re remarkable.”

“I don’t know about that. Obsessive maybe,” she said on a sigh. The lights dimmed around them. It may have been a signal that the party was ready to shut down, but she couldn’t stop her mouth from continuing. “Anyway, I had no real ties in New York, except Barry and a few other friends. I, also, was lucky enough to have one of my best friends, Silvia, make the move with me in the office, followed by two crotchety men in their fifties."

Barry was just a friend. He thought that was what she was saying. "So, um, your office is small?"

"No actually, Silvia and I were put in charge of recruiting the new staff. Right now, we are four partners, three juniors, and seven assistants."

"Sounds nice."

"It is."

Felicity sighed and put her head back on Oliver's shoulder.

"Would you belt me if I asked you to join me for one of my little private parties... courtesy of Starbucks?"

Felicity smiled, and shook her head against his shoulder. "I'd love to, Oliver." She felt like a kid again. She was insecure in his arms, and at the same time more comfortable than she'd ever been.

Oliver let his hands roam the contours of her shapely back, as he rested his cheek against her soft blonde hair.

"I see we've found our dates!" Barry shouted, coming up behind them, as the music slipped into a techno-beat tempo. Maureen had her arm linked through his.

Felicity and Oliver jumped apart.

"Don't worry," Barry laughed. "We're not going to punish you for getting too fresh on the dance floor." He winked at Felicity. She blushed. He could say such embarrassingly dorky things sometimes.

Felicity cheeks burned. Oliver scratched the purposefully organized scruff that littered his jaw.

"Oliver, sweetheart, I'm really tired. Do you think we could leave?" Maureen stepped away from Barry and leaned on Oliver.

Felicity's eyes widened at the presence of Maureen Anders. She was Oliver's date? The Victoria's Secret model's picture was plastered all over every fashion magazine in the country. Suddenly, Felicity felt every level of inadequacy she’d ever felt corkscrew through her veins. Damn. What had she been thinking? She really hadn’t put much coherent thought other than Oliver since she she’d seen him. Now, she was that awkward geek who’d started Starling Prep without a clue of how to even speak in front of the people who lived in his world – the beautiful people. But that summer, she’d found out Oliver was more than just an image. He was a man who brought out the parts of her she didn’t believe could shine. But they’d been so young. She had school to start, and he’d just returned home to spend time with his sister after being away for so long. Then, he’d left to find his way in the world so she could do the same for herself. He claimed he’d slow her down, that he was a mess. And then she saw him at Tommy and Laurel's wedding about a year later. They'd been overly polite to each other, feeling the eyes on them in the room. They'd left without saying a real word to each other. It had gutted her really, but after about a year, she’d decided that those insanely deep feelings had likely been one-sided and perhaps to him being her first – anything really. So, she went about the business of growing up. Eventually, the painful memory of that beautiful time lost became a sweet memory—a solvent in times of bad dates and six-month relationship break-ups.

"That's not a bad idea, Maureen,” Oliver was saying. “Barry, would you and Felicity like a ride with us?"

"Actually, I have a rental. A Porsche, actually." Barry smiled bashfully, knowing that such a revelation would not be a big deal to Oliver no matter how far he’d fallen or how it long it took him to power his way back up – on his own merit. But it was a big deal to him. He’d arrived – sort of.

"Well, um..." Oliver looked lost. Was he wanting to leave with Maureen but feeling obligated to stay and spend time with old friends?

"Oliver, it's okay,” Felicity supplied. “We can catch up another time."

***

Oliver did not like the sound of that. Another time, could mean two months from now, or never. "Felicity, why don't you and Barry give me your cell numbers, so I know where to reach you?”

As Felicity fumbled for the clasp on her tiny shoulder bag to look for whatever it was she wanted to look for, Oliver stepped a little closer to her, hoping only she could hear him. "I'd like to keep that date, if possible." He sounded like a desperate idiot, and desperate idiot was not Oliver Queen’s forte. He prided himself on being capable sure and highly focused. Felicity was a fond memory from the past not this flesh and blood creature of near perfection standing in front of him. Now, all he wanted was a chance to know her again, pretty much everything else be damned right about now.

She pulled out her business card and scribbled her address on the back. She then held her palm facing up, after placing the tiny cream-colored card in Oliver's hand. “Phone?” she squeaked, blushing a bit. Oliver handed her his phone, and she quickly punched her contact information into it.

For backup, Oliver reached into his pocket and handed a personal card to Barry then a second to Felicity. "Private cell's on there. Just don't let that float around,” said Oliver. "When do you leave, Barry?" he asked, taking his sister’s old friend’s card from him. The card exchange was so Hollywood, and so surreal as he was doing it with people he’d known most of his life, people that meant more to him than a simple network connection. “It was really good to see you. Thea was just here last week.”

“I know. I hate that I missed her, but I'll be here for the rest of the week."

"Stop by my office, and I’ll take you to lunch.” Oliver wanted to say, especially if you bring Felicity, but he refrained.

Barry smiled then turned to Felicity. “I'll go get our coats."

"Wait, Barry. I'll go with you and get Oliver's and mine," said Maureen. She really seemed to want to get out of there. Either that or she was angling for a part in Barry’s new movie.

"No. The line is a mad house. Let me get them," said Oliver.

"It's okay, Oliver. I'm a big girl." She dashed off behind the lanky director before Oliver could get another word in.

"Should I pick you up at your place?" Oliver looked down at Felicity's card. Century City. The Tower. Avenue of the Stars, #3620. He let out a short laugh. "Do you realize, we've been living five minutes away from each other since you got here?" He smiled.

Felicity’s eyebrows shot up. "Wow…That’s, uh, ironic, maybe or at least really weird. I don’t know why we haven’t seen each other. Of course, this is a really big city, but there are like people I run into all the time I live close by to you know like the gym or maybe the grocery store or—Oh, God. I still kinda run off at the mouth, I’m so sorry."

Oliver sighed. God, he’d missed her. "So, we’re gonna do this, huh?” She reached out and squeezed his hand.

Oliver's eyes slipped shut and he dug his teeth into his lip. That sensation was tortuously sweet.

"Pick me up in an hour. As much as I love this dress, I think a bit more casual wear is suited for Starbucks."

"Nah." Oliver titled his head, enjoying the simple contact between them. "I think it's more a come as you are kind of a joint."

"True enough," Felicity laughed, finally letting his hand go.

"Well, what do you say we go and find our dates, so we can get out of here?"

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[itravelwrong-blog]

Contra fighters and Attack Monkeys.

I guess there are two types of folks that travel. The ones chasing something or the ones running away from something. In the winter of 2011 I had just broken up with my girlfriend and my sister was shooting a wedding in Jaco Costa Rica. Yeah, I was running. Looking back on it always evokes an old adage that describes the true essence of the running type. ‘When life gives you lemons, flee the fucking country!’.

So, after dutifully dropping out of college and blocking my ex on Facebook I set out for Costa Rica. Blablabla first traveling experience, blablabla epiphany about finally experiencing the world or some shit like that, blablabla finally arrived in our cabana in Playa hermosa.

My brother in law had a friend that, as with many culture negating gringos, had invested in real estate out in Playa hermosa. Not far from Jaco, playa hermosa boasts world class surfing and honestly is one of the prettiest beaches that I’ve ever seen. The cabana that we were staying in was nestled on a forested hillside overlooking the beach. I can still remember seeing the thin white strands of the waves gently caressing the pristine white sand......wait I told you I wouldn’t write like that. Anyway It was a nice spot, and had the luxury destination feel that gringos enjoy. As comfy as it was, It was only two thirds built. That’s right, we got a deal on the place because the dam building was still under construction! Never the less the place had a shower overlooking the beach/selva, a beautiful view from the massive balcony, and a guard with a Baretta and a storied past.

They called him the mariachi, a stoic yet kind guy from Nicaragua that managed the team looking after our place. He really hit it off with us and so one evening Danny (my brother in Law) and I thought we’d buy enough alcohol to drown a small country and invite him over. Spoiler alert: We got wasted. Two things happened that night that are burned into my memory almost as bad as the pursuant hangover that I experienced the next morning (I actually woke up at like 2PM)..

1) Drinking with people from different countries is a great way to experience local culture. That’s a lie. No it’s not. But it is an honest experience that can help open a dialogue through chemically impaired inhibitions. For instance, that evening as a storm rolled in from the pacific silently flickering with lightening as it was pushed our way on a warm and determined wind, I met an ex Contra fighter.

About 9 beers into the evening he begins to explain to us that he was a soldier at one point. Naturally (drunkenly) I ask him to elaborate and he candidly explains that he was in the army fighting against president Ortega during the civil war. This is where it gets sad folks: In case you didn’t know, His side lost BAD. his career as a soldier ended when the helicopter that he was in suffered a malfunction after taking fire and crashed tumbling through the selva, killing two of his friends and leaving him grievously wounded. The gnarled patchwork of scar tissue on his torso were the only things he had to remind him of his service to his home country. He was working in Costa Rica as a guard because he had experience killing people, and he’d be killed if he tried to return home. Next time you, the reader, think that you have a hard life, reread this section and then promptly fuck yourself.

2)Monkeys should be respected, Loved and also feared. After this experience my facebook was littered with photos of me gloriously posing with my new ‘friend’ Oli the monkey. The mariachi had rescued him a year earlier when his mom died from electrocution on the powerline feeding our cabana. Yep, the house that a gringo built for gringos that I, the gringo, was staying in; Literally killed this poor guy’s mom! Real estate development at it’s best, truly. After nursing him back to health the Mariachi did what I wouldn’t have done (I’m selfish and want a pet monkey) and released him back into the wild. I wasn’t there though I’d assume that it was a tender moment between two companions parting ways after bonding through a shared experience ( Electro house murder). Sending the little fella on his way lasted an entire 6 hours. He returned to the Mariachi’s house Basically beaten to death by the local pack of Capuchin monkeys that lorded over his section of the forest. Thus, the Mariachi had entered a new stage in life, as a dad.

When we first rolled up to the cabana, Oli peered at us from the tree house that the Mariachi had built for him and then slowly warmed up over the next few days. On the night that Danny, the Mariachi, and I were getting trashed he was in amazing form. We had realized as time went on that he absolutely despised my sister, like actually wanted harm to come to her. At one point he almost made of with her camera. I don’t know if there’s some kind of unspoken code for destination photographers (like my sister), but if there is, the part of it regarding monkeys and cameras must be grim and dire. Not only did Oli bite her a few times, chase her around the place, and literally pull out a tuft of her hair, this monkey was now going after her livelihood. Looking back, this was a pretty good example of how monkeys should be respected and enjoyed at a distance far far away from Bug (my sister).

By the time my sister had returned from her shoot the three of us were proper drunk. And so was the monkey. I had left my beer on the hood of the car that we rented for maybe a minute. I didn’t worry about it being gone until I saw who had it, the fucking monkey. He pounded that thing. I’ve heard rumors about alcoholic monkeys in resort areas before, but never had I seen it before in all of it’s environmentally devastating glory. It was hilarious until Bug came back. Turns out, he was a mean drunk. Bug had to run as fast as she could to the house to escape him. She made it, but I’m sure that event still haunts her to this day.

As the evening wound down (outta Booze) the Mariachi bid us a cordial farewell and made his merry way back to his place across the driveway from us. It was a shack. The guy building the houses let the guy guarding the houses live in a shack. Bug and Dany never saw what transpired as I walked him to the door, though with the first first fledgling notes of the storms arrival my friend, the Mariachi face planted and I had to help him back home.  

[jessflewitt]

AIRLIE BEACH- WHITSUNDAYS-MAGNETIC-CAIRNS

16th Feb - 7th March Couple of days of heavy driving up to airlie beach! As soon as we got there and saw how gorgeous it was we decided we’d have no problem chilling out there for a week before the sailing trip, amazing place.

As soon as we got there we went to the beach for a swim- they had a huge stinger net up- the colour of the water was just unreal- turquoise and the view of the mountains with all the little white sailing boats was just gorgeous.

We stayed at X-base camping ground. Got a spot right at the back of the park which suited is fine as it was quite secluded in the woods - there was a kitchen and showers and stuff so it was luxury for us! Though we used the camp kitchen once and never again as it was so crowded and hot - we much prefer using our little gas stove in the woods:)

The week up until the sailing trip we just holidayed. We went down to the beach the following day and there was no one in the net - we went to get in for a swim and the life guard ended up telling us the net had a puncture in the night and it was filled with jellies! Also told us that when the net is working it only really stops box jelly fish - and even they can flip over the top if there a big wave- most of the smaller ones can still squeeze through. He told us of a time 4 years ago where Airlie Beach was like a scene from jaws. A box jellyfish had somehow managed to get into the net unnoticed and stung some over over the chest. The life guard was performing CPR on this person while at the same time blowing his whistle to get everyone else out of the water - 3 more people got badly stung on the way out. Luckily there was a couple of doctors and a nurse on the beach who then started performing CPR- helicopters were landing to take them off to hospital and there was loads of people screaming who had minor stings! Crazy ( so that kinda put us off a bit and we went to the lagoon) nicest ’ public swimming pool’ I’ve ever seen with a view of the sea - water was silky soft too.

We spent lots of time sitting around the lagoon - we kept bumping into people from our Fraser trip too which was cool - we went to visit a water fall one day that was about half an hour out - not the best we’ve seen but you could swim underneath it. One day we met up with stu from our ski season , chilled round the lagoon and caught up with him and then went back to his for pizza and beers (and then of course that turned into a night out) Oli came back in an absolute state true courch style. On our final night before the trip Emma dyed the the blonde out my hair again! In the dark , in a campsite with a glass of goon in hand- actually turned out a lot better than it could have done.

Whitsundays sailing trip- Apollo. Amazing snorkelling, so bright and colourful never seen anything like it . We saw 2 reef sharks , nemo, a hammerhead Maori rassee! ( really big fish) - great group of people too, a couple and a Canadian we ended up doing the last part of our road trip with :) Whitehaven beach was dreamy - crystal clear water and one evening we pulled the boat close to one of the sand mounds and played games and watched the sun go down from the beach which was awesome.

We saw Dophins and turtles from the boat too and the stars from the deck at night was the most amazing thing I have ever seen- you could see the milkyway so clearly.

The actual boat itself - accom - food - comfort - all of that was kinda shitty which we were really disappointed about because it was so expensive! We choose a bad boat but made the most of it anyway. We had really as conditions for our dives too which was a shame.

After the trip we had an after party at beach bars at Airlie to say our final goodbyes - we left the morning for Townsville. Google maps said it would take 3 hours - it took the entire day -pulled up about 6! Checked out Townsville the next day, not too much going on but another nice lagoon. Did a load of jobs / laundry ect and arranged to meet friends from whitsundays at magnetic island the following day.

We were up super early to catch the ferry from Townsville. Met them at their hostel and rented a car for the day. Couldn’t get an open top one because they only seated 4 people and we got given the shitest car in the world! It was a lucky dip what gear you were putting the car into - the steering wheel had to be at 45oc left to keep the car going straight and the brakes were barley working! Oh and took about 10 minutes to put the electric windows up.

OLI - The island felt like driving around a movie set. It was so picturesque it almost looked fake. First stop was Horseshoe bay where we went for a swim in the net, avoid the jellys man. After cooling down we decided to go on some trails and down our first 4wheel drive track. The rattly car made it and we hiked to two different beaches, including balding beach which was the nudey beach. To fit in the girls did the obligatory tops off photo. Grabbed lunch and a delicious sorbet back at horseshoe bay. The ice cream man was having a bad day as his freezer had broken! Made our way down to the Forts walk to see some Koalas, they didn’t show up, so we turned around and drove to where the Wallabies hang out. The cute little guys literally take food out your hand, preferring carrots over celery. We then were driven by Tyler the Canadian, who by the way was being taught by Tom to drive a manual car, to West Point to watch the sunset. Sunset and beach games finished the day, which included a high class level of frisbee with an extreme frisbee pro. ‘If it feels like it’s going to stall, just floor it’

Jess-had fish and chips on the way back from magnetic and next day headed to cairns - another heavy drive. Strange vibes from cairns - bats everywhere awake in the day?! Making so much noise - we were desperate to let off some steam so went for a long board along the coastline board walk-then met up with Emma ( Fraser bud) for coffee and she filled us in on all the drama. Tried to camp for free that night - was about a half an hour drive outside of town - it was vile! Def the worst yet. I couldn’t even use the toilets they were that bad and the whole place was just so overcrowded and stunk. We literally went to bed and drove off as soon as we woke up in the morning before we even had breakfast. Drive to another spot with showers to eat breakfast and sort the van out - it was a complete mess and took about 3 hours to clean. We were both getting major time to move on and get settled in a flat vibes at this point. Checked into a nice campsite closer to cairns with a pool and sorted some plans out for the next few days- went to meet lil, Tom & Tyler for drinks in town that night.

Next day we went to see the crocs at hartleys with the crew. Awesome day and got so see a cassowary for the first time - pre historic bird( looks like a big black Pom Pom with legs and a turkey neck ) roamed with the dinosaurs! Learnt all about crocs - there spikes on their back are designed to counter the current so that the water stays still and doesn’t ripple as they come to the surface. Scary. And they can stay under water for up to 6 hours - that’s how they catch their prey. Only on in every 50 baby crocs make it to 2 ½ meters and once they are that size they can normally survive. Big crocs will eat baby crocs! Mums job to protect them from her own kind but loads more get eaten by big birds and fish ect. Visited Barron falls on the way home - they were huge! But the viewing platform was so far away it was hard to gain perspective. Waved off Tyler :(

Next day Ol and I did the waterfall circuit! Lots of windy roads but a gorgeous drive. Ol- Atherton tabletop waterfalls and some gigantic fig trees, one was called the cathedral fig tree and the other curtain, due to it being so tilted the roots formed a curtain -Jess got a bit cooler up there too which was nice. We didn’t do all of the waterfalls but managed about 6- there’s tons. Went to the famous M M ? L'oreal / Peter Andre waterfall - i nearly drowned twice so that was fun.

Next day we took another dive / snorkel boat our to see the reef. Best day ever! The boat trip was called 'sunkist’. The dive equipment was amazing, you felt so safe and ended up doing quite a deep dive because everyone in our group had done it before. The coral was amazing - and the snorkelling was even better. We were just amazed. Never seen anything like it ( even better than Whitsundays) had lunch and then our captain noticed a load of irkandji??? off the side of the boat- little invisibly ( nearly ) jellies that can kill you! But told us as long as we were suits and wore gloves we could still go in! So we did even if we were a little freaked - we all got little stings on our face and lips but nothing major. Definitely a highlight of our trip. ( even if we did give ourselves sun Stoke after that day oops)

Next morning we had coffee with lil and Tom to wave them off - and then we headed north to cape tribulation. You get there by ferry and it’s the part of the daintree rainforest that meets the sea. It was amazing driving through the forest, we found a swimming creek ( only natural place you can swim because the rest is croc infested) ice cold it was lush right in the middle of the rainforest. Then we went to see the famous cape trib beach and we were only people there which was awesome. Messed around doing gymnastics and taking silly photos - dos a board walk and then found this awesome little rainforest campsite. We were the only people staying there apart from this one other German cyclist and it was super nice felt like a hotel/ retreat. Had dinner with him ( he was crazy interesting) and then had the pool and everything to ourselves that evening.

Woke up in the morning - did another board walk and then headed back down south ( stopping a garage to get the break pads replaced on the way:/) we’re now at the boulders campsite just south of cairns- got a few more waterfalls to check out tomorrow and then it’s back down to mission beach for our sky dive eeek.