#direction

[pankowcrumbs]

Timing X Harry styles

I’d been staring at the little white stick for what felt like hours. Two bold lines. No mistaking it. My heart pounded so hard in my chest that I thought it might burst out entirely.

Pregnant.

Harry and I had been together for five years, married for two, and we’d always talked about having a baby. We wanted it so badly, but the timing was never quite right. Between his albums, tours, and the whirlwind of his career, it was always a conversation that ended with, soon.

But soon had finally arrived.

The only problem was that Harry had an important meeting in the morning. His management and tour team were already discussing dates for his next world tour, and I knew how much pressure they put on him. I didn’t want this news to become something stressful. I wanted it to be joyous, to be something we celebrated together, without the looming shadow of what it might mean for his career.

I heard the front door open and shut, the telltale sound of Harry kicking off his boots in the hallway. My heart leapt into my throat as I quickly stuffed the pregnancy test into my dressing gown pocket.

“Love?” His voice was soft, familiar, and warm as he stepped into the kitchen where I stood, probably looking a bit like a deer caught in headlights.

“Hi,” I breathed, my hands suddenly clammy.

His brows furrowed. “You alright?” He stepped closer, those green eyes scanning my face with concern.

I exhaled shakily and then, before I could overthink it, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the test, holding it between us. His gaze dropped to the stick in my hand, and for a moment, everything was completely still.

Then his lips parted slightly, eyes flicking back up to mine. “Is this…?”

I nodded, my throat tight with emotion. “I’m pregnant, Harry.”

I barely had time to blink before he surged forward, wrapping me up in the tightest embrace. His arms held me so securely that I knew there was no place safer in the world.

“We’re having a baby?” he whispered against my hair, voice thick with emotion.

I let out a choked laugh, gripping his shirt. “We’re having a baby.”

He pulled back just enough to cup my face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had spilled down my cheeks. “I love you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead, then my nose, then finally my lips. “I love you so much.”

I melted into him, feeling the way his heart raced just as fast as mine. “I love you too.”

We stayed like that for what felt like forever, wrapped up in each other and in the sheer joy of what was happening. Eventually, we curled up on the sofa, Harry’s hand never leaving my stomach, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns there as he whispered sweet nothings to our little baby that was only the size of a poppy seed.

Tomorrow, everything would change. But tonight? Tonight was ours.

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. Harry had an early start with his meeting, and I knew he’d be gone for hours. I spent the day in a haze of bliss, my hands drifting to my stomach every now and then as if to remind myself this was real.

I was going to be a mum.

But then, unexpectedly, the front door opened at midday.

Harry stood there, still dressed in the clothes he left in, his jaw tight, his fists clenched. He looked… angry.

I sat up from where I’d been curled on the sofa. “You’re home early,” I said carefully.

His eyes softened the moment he looked at me. “Yeah. I walked out.”

I blinked. “Walked out of what?”

“My meeting,” he said simply, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He let out a heavy breath, shaking his head. “I fired them. The whole team.”

I stood up, staring at him like he’d gone mad. “Harry, what?”

He ran a hand through his curls, pacing slightly. “They weren’t happy about the baby.” His voice was quiet, but the anger was unmistakable. “They told me it wasn’t the right time. That I had a tour to think about. That I’d be losing out on millions if I postponed.” He let out a bitter laugh. “As if money even matters in comparison to this.”

My heart clenched. “Harry…”

He looked at me, his gaze filled with nothing but determination. “They wanted me to act like this wasn’t the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I won’t do that. I won’t put my career before you. Before our baby.” He took a deep breath, stepping closer. “So I told them to fuck off.”

I covered my mouth with my hands, emotions swelling inside me. “You fired your entire team?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “Because no amount of money, no world tour, no stupid management team is more important than our family.”

Tears burned my eyes as I reached for him, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. He held me just as fiercely, burying his face in my shoulder. “I don’t care how much money they said I’d lose,” he murmured against my skin. “I won’t miss this, Y/N. I won’t miss us.”

I pulled back just enough to cup his face, brushing my thumbs over his cheekbones. “You are the best man I know,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “And our baby is so lucky to have you as their dad.”

His eyes glistened as he exhaled shakily, pressing his forehead against mine. “We’re going to be okay,” he said softly. “More than okay.”

And I believed him because the timing was perfect.

Everything we needed was right here in the love between us, in the life we were about to bring into the world, and in the unwavering certainty that no matter what, we had each other.

Harry kissed me deeply, reverently, and when he pulled away, his hand found my stomach once more, cradling the tiny, growing life inside me.

[stylesonfilms]

masterlist for ink and innocence! (ongoing jan 2025)

hey! i forgot to mention earlier on that my story is based on frat boy harry, but the age is just changed! he'll also fall into bandana harry era and possibly lhh! aspen, to me, doesn't have a certain character assigned to her! in the story, she has brown hair, brown eyes, and 'soft' features. loosely tied with gracie abrams' look. thanks for the support already shown!

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part 10

part 11

part 12

part 13

part 14

part 15

part 16

part 17

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part 28

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[harrysxcarolina]

if i was a blue bird, i would fly to you, you'd be the spoon dip you in honey so i could be sticking to you...

h. styles

warnings: oldies but goodies... haven't written for H in so long, but I do have a couple drafts of revenge and some one shots, sooo maybe if the motivation hits i'll post em...

jealous type x harry is the jealous type, but he makes sure to only show it to you in private.

no control x what happens when you and harry have an unspoken agreement to keep a low profile as friends with benefits? neither one of you wanting to ruin the friendship or friendships you have with others, but eventually things catch up to the both of you and you are forced to make a decision?

more x you want and crave more of harry in ways that he just can't give you.

ring x Harry loves the idea of you wearing one of his rings and makes you promise that you'll never take it off.

revenge x If revenge is what you want, then revenge is what you’ll get.

the story of us x an au that shows the once private relationship between harry and y/n. harry being the famous popstar sensation, while y/n is an upcoming author and Youtube vlogger.

[ooctlt]

Where are these guys on a scale from "uncanny sense of direction" to "could get lost in a paper bag?" (I believe in my heart that Gideon is the latter)

[roomhole]

[its-where-the-wild-things-are]

[thebookquotes]

"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose."

Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Places You'll Go!

[savagechickens]

Direction.

And more about life.

[randomness-is-my-order]

the pjo show’s cinematography is so warm and homey and clever and detail-oriented so i wanna compile a few of my favourite still shots because why not??

^this one had me smiling so hard, not because it’s a particularly beautiful shot but the framing of the three is so well done. the focus is on sally who is talking to grover (both prominently in the front of the shot) while percy – who isn’t a part of the conversation but a listener of it – is still properly visible through the glass of the door and like??? i just think it’s a super cool way of having a passive character in the shot that i haven’t ever seen before, in a way that percy is both highlighted and still so clearly in the background that it doesn’t take away from the focus characters. also percy’s sweater matching the colours on the door is the cherry on top!!

^next is this one. it’s so perfectly angsty and though not complete, the symmetry is still eye-catching. it encapsulates the feeling percy must experience in that moment–him, amidst destruction, knowing he’s the cause but not knowing how or why. he looks all of twelve with his haphazard hoodie and almost forlorn look. he is not gloating, he is not cheerful. though he doesn’t know the gravity of his parentage, it’s almost like the show is telling us that his powers–which cause the door to break, too btw–will always be a source of isolation for percy. he is a force of nature, a destructive one most of the time, and the fact that he is just a child who is confused will never matter because this world doesn’t care for childhood but godhood alone.

idk, this shot just evokes a very unsettling kind of sadness for me. i think it’s beautifully framed.

^i absolutely love this one simply for the fact that the sheer struggle of the fight is so prominently visible. and yes, i cheated, this isn’t exactly a still shot but like an action sequence screenshot but whatever, it’s too good to not mention it here. the way percy is, honest to gods, bracing against the spear for his dear life, the evident and overwhelming rage on clarisse’s face, the blocking of the scene – it’s perfect. clarisse is not playing and percy is genuinely in danger and i love how this shot and the whole scene really sold us on that fact.

^ i just think it’s extremely cool that we can see the minotaur howling in pain, percy having his mouth wide open as if he’s letting out a yell as he goes to plunge the horn and that as percy does this act–killing the minotaur–which is surefire source of safeguarding himself and grover, something that will get him to camp, we can see thalia’s tree in the background. there is no reason percy had to make the kill here, with the chaos of the fight, so the fact that this is the spot and this is the shot as he kills the minotaur makes me think it’s deliberate. having thalia in the background is so impactful because again, percy could have met a similar fate in some other alternate universe but here, he wins and he survives.

^ do i even need to explain??? the shot is pretty and beautiful and almost magical. percy, alone with a tin of fire, burning blue food and talking to his mother. maybe one thing i can point out is that the sally-percy bond has been heavily indicated through glowing lights since the start. if you recall, the “you are not broken” speech by sally was given in front of the warm, glowing headlights of the car and percy’s face was illuminated by that warmth just the same way it is illuminated by the tin-fire in the forest.

^ first, this is too fucking gorgeous. second, percy is wearing his red jacket again and this dream happened after he reached camp so in my opinion, this dream was initially a comfortable imagining of percy’s mind and was then hijacked by kronos but i could be wrong since i don’t clearly remember how they manifested in the books originally. nevertheless, it’s a great detail to have him wear the red jacket because even if he may not have it with him anymore, it’s still clearly something he holds dear – and might associate sally’s memories with.

also, the fact that percy seems to have alot of scenes with fire might be because as someone who can control water, fire can never truly be a source of danger for him and therefore, he can find comfort in its warmth unhindered, always?

^ how could i not love this epic moment? the trident is perfect, big and blue and grand and majestic. half the screen is water, obviously. but what makes this good shot a great one is that there is literally no one else directly near percy except annabeth. the campers are all far away and in this shot itself only annabeth remains close to percy, though she is fittingly on the land, observing the scene before her. remember how i said percy’s legacy promises isolation but this shot tells me that despite that, percy will have someone who he can count on to be by his side (also cool that even in the bathroom, annabeth was technically still near him, even if she was, well, stalking him) and maybe this is my delusional ass talking, but annabeth being here is foreshadowing for me. i just think it’s a choice to have this epic revelation where they could easily have had percy standing alone in the middle of the lake but no, annabeth is also there and not only because she’s the one who led to that revelation but because she’s someone who isn’t intimidated by percy’s parentage and still can be beside him.

^ i adore this shot because 1) it shows us just how young and tiny percy is and 2) it tells us that maybe that door is so fucking huge because it’s being inclusive of centaurs and other giants of their world. also, symmetry strikes again!!! the colours are so well balanced, not bright and vibrant but on the pastel side that indicates an aged feel to them.

and lastly,

^ i just find it funny that a private academy like yancy has an official vehicle that looks as beat up and terribly malfunctioning as this. 😭 like this half van was so out of place i literally goggled at the screen when it first appeared.

okay, i’m done for now. i also really liked the faceless sally scene in the start paralleling medusa’s eventual beheading but i already made a post about it. this legitmately only covers about 10% of the shots i wanted to talk about but these might be my favourites. this was long af so if you read the whole thing, mad respect to you.

[pankowcrumbs]

Hushed moments X Harry Styles

The absence of his warmth woke me first.

Even in sleep, my body knew. The bed felt colder, emptier without him. I blinked against the darkness, my hand reaching out on instinct, only to find the sheets beside me smooth and untouched.

My heart gave a small, uneasy flutter.

Harry was gone.

I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, listening for any sound in the quiet house. The soft patter of rain against the window filled the silence, a gentle rhythm against the stillness of the night.

I glanced at the clock 2:37 AM.

Frowning, I slipped out of bed, pulling his hoodie from the chair beside me and tugging it over my head. It smelled like him faint traces of his cologne mixed with something undeniably Harry. Comforting. Familiar.

Padding barefoot through the house, I checked the living room first, then the kitchen. Nothing.

And then, as I turned towards the hallway, I heard it.

A quiet strumming.

My heart eased at the sound, the tension in my shoulders loosening.

Of course.

I should have known.

I followed the soft melody down the hall, stopping outside the slightly ajar door of his home studio. The dim glow of a lamp spilled out, casting golden light onto the wooden floorboards.

I pushed the door open just enough to see him.

Harry sat on the small loveseat by the window, guitar resting on his lap, fingers moving effortlessly over the strings. He was looking outside, watching the rain streak down the glass, his curls tousled, sleep still lingering in his features.

He looked beautiful.

His lips moved, soft words barely above a whisper, like he was lost in thought, lost in the music.

I didn’t move, didn’t say anything just stood in the doorway, watching him.

There was something about him like this, in these quiet hours of the night. So lost in his own world, in the melodies only he could create.

It was one of the things I loved most about him.

After a moment, he exhaled, tilting his head slightly then his eyes flicked towards the doorway, locking onto mine.

A slow, knowing smile tugged at his lips.

"Couldn’t sleep?" I murmured.

He shook his head. "Didn’t want to wake you."

I stepped inside, wrapping my arms around myself. "You alright?"

His gaze softened, something unreadable in his expression. He didn’t answer straight away. Instead, he lifted his chin slightly, a silent invitation.

Come here.

I didn’t hesitate.

Crossing the room, I crawled into his lap, tucking my legs to the side as his arms came around me without hesitation. His warmth enveloped me instantly, his hands settling on my waist, grounding me.

I exhaled against his neck, breathing him in. "I woke up and you weren’t there."

"Didn’t mean to worry you, love," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my hair. "Just couldn’t sleep. My mind’s a bit… restless."

I pulled back slightly to look at him. His green eyes were still heavy with sleep, but there was something distant behind them like he’d been caught between thoughts.

I traced my fingers over the ink on his forearm. "Thinking about something?"

His lips curved, but it wasn’t his usual cheeky smirk. It was softer. "Yeah."

I waited, running my thumb over the veins in his wrist.

Then, after a moment, he exhaled a quiet chuckle. "Thinking about you, mostly."

My stomach flipped. "Me?"

Harry hummed, adjusting the guitar in front of us so his fingers could find the strings again. "Always."

He strummed gently, the sound vibrating against me

I shivered.

His arms tightened slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Do you know how much I love you?"

I swallowed, my heart pounding. "Tell me."

He smiled, dipping his head so his lips brushed against my ear. "I love you more than I have words for." His fingers moved over the strings, the melody quiet, slow. "More than music. More than the stars. More than anything I could ever write into a song."

I felt warmth bloom in my chest, his words settling deep inside me.

"I love you," I whispered, tilting my head up so my nose brushed against his. "So much."

Harry’s breath caught slightly, like he wasn’t expecting it to hit him as hard as it did.

Then he kissed me.

Soft and slow, like he had all the time in the world.

When he pulled away, his forehead rested against mine, the corners of his lips tugging up.

"Let me sing to you," he murmured.

I nodded, my eyes fluttering shut as he started playing again, the notes quiet, intimate.

His voice was low and husky from sleep, barely above a whisper, like the song was only meant for me.

The rain continued to fall outside, the rhythm of it blending seamlessly with the music.

Harry’s arms were strong around me, his chest warm against my back.

in that moment wrapped up in him, surrounded by his voice, his love I had never felt safer.

[cavalier-consciousness]

+ the colour of pomegranates, 1969. dir. sergei parajanov

[quietlotus]

“Follow your bliss and don’t be afraid, and doors will open where you didn’t know they were going to be.”

— Joseph Campbell

[undelightfulfeetgasm]

I remember the post on tumblr that said "one day, we will be 50,driving a car and we will hear one of the 1D member is no more and we will slowly pull up the car and sit there blankly".

I was supposed to be 50 and not 24 dammit.

[chasingrainbowsforever]

~ Goodness Gray-cious! ~

[its-where-the-wild-things-are]