#loukissy

[hearttstopper]

BRITT IM YELLING WHAT DO U MEAN ITS ABOUT HARRY SJSHSIJD

so... this person pisses him off! (it’s hard when we argue... we’re both stubborn, i know...)

he is so frustrated by this person & the power they hold over him that they straight up kill his mind... but he can’t shake them even if he wanted to... they bring his body back to life. (i’m all yours, i’ve got no control)

he couldn’t live without them now. (we don’t know where we’re going, but we know where we belong)

i wonder... who he is talking about...

[alwaysxyou]

mAGGIE DID U SEE JONAS BROTHERS TIKTOK BC IM HAVING A STROKE AND A HEARTATTACK ALL AT ONCE

YES ITS SO FUCKING FUNNYFJSKSJS I LOVE TJEM SO MUCH FUCK

[officialkendallroy]

yeSS GO OFF SAB

im!!! so!!! mad!!! like I woke up at 5am and thought yay he hasn't started yet i can still see it!! and then you clicked on the stream and it just broke the fuck down like??? they literally got that american express coin??? as if you can't set up a livestream with that like??? go to fucking youtube hq and ask if they could do the livestream, they would literally do it bc it would be fucking insane to not do that. they could have filmed that show professionally and then put that shit on a DVD and sell it??? like??? im studying social work but I could be a better manager than jefeferrere. there went so many things wrong that shouldn't have gone wrong and it's so frustrating to watch bc i love harry so much but the team behind him? jesus christ man,,, im just so disappointed :/ (also the fact that this show was in LA,,, i could write a twenty page essay on that topic alone)

[belong-to-ur-creation]

@loukissy Soph, I’m so sorry but I literally just accidentally deleted your ask bc I’m still shaking and out of sorts after listening to lights up. ITS SO GOOD!!! Like I have class tomorrow and I can’t sleep. I’m so overwhelmed.

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO TO CLASS AND ACT NORMAL?!

[echoedsparks]

room 317....oh my god my 15 year old self just flashed before me that was the first larry fic i’ve read 😳 i remember it was angsty and either harry or louis was in the hospital ????

i think that might have been the first larry fic i read as well!! i just looked it up on fanlore and -

“Louis gets super sick and faints at a show and is in the hospital and in a coma and it's all dramatic and 4 years later larry officially get together and Lou ends up in the hospital again & then has to go to some clinic and while he's there harry & liam get in a wreck & harry ends up in the hospital & then I think Liam and Zayn both die. The end”

THE DRAMA OF IT ALL

[haarryy]

TONI I NEED A PHOTO OF THAT TATTOO LIKE RIGHT NOW

HAMSKAKSNSNJAKS HERE SHE IS!! ✨

[starfoxrry]

JASMIN IM SCREAMING HOW DID U DO THAT

MY MIND IS SO POWERFUL

[loumyprince]

My Tumblr Crushes:

@harrysrosering @milkshakeharrie @onlyangellouie @loukissy @louisispuresunshine @louisfreckles @flamboyo @princeofyorkshire @quiet-tommo

idk if anyone does this anymore but i wanted to show my tumblr crushes some love :')

[smrwine]

Yes pleaseeeee 😍 I’m dying to read something from you

This is as unbeta’d as they come. I really would just appreciate feedback on characterization and the small amount of abo tropes I have written. 

1950s, London

Autumn had withered under the frigid hands of winter, the morning sky of London now a reflection of warmth’s slow, painful death. Sandalwood wafted through the air with a pungent kick of lavender. The fragrant, springtime scent coming from the intoxicating slick of his omega. His unslept-in sheets wet with it. Her unmoving thighs covered in it.

The sight of it only made Harry ill.

He left her in her slumber, opting to slip away before she woke with the plea of alpha on her lips.

The sheets would have to be donated. Not a detergent in the world would rid the linen of a scent that only ever made him sick. It was a bitter shame to Harry. He stitched his favourite lullaby into the lining of that fabric.

Harry found solace in his ensuite and the golden lock of his door. His dressing gown slid from his shoulders, just barely missing the marbled floors before properly hanging it prim. He took a glance in the mirror, finally able to breathe in deeply without inhaling the scent of his omega. His body looked well kempt. Chest hair grown in a dusting, pubic hair still dark and trim. He didn’t much appreciate the scattered bruises and bites of his chiseled torso. The battered purple shades were too reminiscent of the exhaustion that made a home under his eyes.

The muse had run its course, and he could no longer create with this omega in his space.

Amelia. Her name once sweet on the tip of his tongue, now sour, and an ever present burden in his life. She was too invested in love and the constant yearning for his distinguished knot.

His Nobel brand was built with his own pin pricked hands, brought from its mocked beginnings, to becoming the youngest to ever dress the Royals. Every second of his time was owed to his company, every second of the day was consumed by designs and fittings, and selecting the appropriate fabrics for Nobel’s alike—and it was only a day job to her. She fucked him like a prop and hung off his arm for the merit. He was no longer charmed by being pulled from his work to knot on her time. He was only ever annoyed.

Harry ran a hand through his tousled hair, deciding he would need a trim and a shave to keep his look clean.

“Harry?” he cringed as Amelia’s tired voice came muffled through the door.

He moved towards the shower, holding his breath and ignoring his body’s natural instinct to tend to her. It wasn’t as overwhelming as it was in the beginning, and by this point in his endless string of relationships, it never really was.

“Alpha?”

Harry switched on the water, stepping right into the ice of it, willing his body to calm down and hoping she would go away. She knocked once and knocked twice, and finally tried for the locked golden knob.

Harry sighed in relief when not a sound followed and the thick scent of her slick dwindled further and further away.

He would have to get rid of her somehow. Steadily ignoring them usually worked.

—

“Good morning, Gemma.”

Harry stepped into the dining room, kissing his sister on the forehead, and taking his seat at the head of the table. Amelia sat to his left, pouring his tea for him the way she assumed he liked it. Always it bit too milky.

“Morning, Harry.” Gemma answered, looking up from her day’s itinerary. “Sleep well?”

“No.” Harry answered, refusing the cup of tea pushed close to him. “I was kept up, tending to needs that were not my own.”

Amelia’s cheeks burned as the energy in the room quickly became tense. Harry gave her a hard stare, his outright disdain visible. He couldn’t figure out where the resentment rooted. He couldn’t pin the exact moment where he began to waste time loathing her presence and every sound from her mouth. Gemma cleared her throat beside them, not entirely breaking the tension, but reeling Harry back into his morning routine.

“Those needs are extended to you.” Amelia spoke up, nerves colouring her tone. “As my alpha, you have responsibility to me—“

“I am not your alpha,” Harry clanked a hand against the table, butter knives clattering against it. “We are not mated, you are not my bride to be, and you will never carry any pups of mine. Is that understood? You are of no responsibility to me.”

Harry inwardly flinched at the cruelty of his own words and the angered tone of his voice, but it was nothing short of the truth, and it was about time she heard it.  

Gemma kept her eyes on the tea she cooled with her lips, shoulders rigid.

“There isn’t a thing I can do, is there?” Amelia sought, voice thick. “You’ve been distancing yourself from me for weeks. You’ve fallen out of love, haven’t you?”

Harry kept his fists balled, instincts threatening to reach out and soothe her.

“Amelia, I simply cannot begin my day with conflict. You know how difficult it is for me to recover if my day begins with a conflict.” Harry deflected, knowing he didn’t have the grit to admit he has never been properly in love, and doesn’t wish to be. “I’m delivering a collection to the dutchess today, I cannot begin my work with your squabbling.”

“Perhaps, you should take your breakfast in the other room.” Gemma suggested in defense of her brother.

She normally wouldn’t dare dabble in the fits of Harry’s love woes, but the moment he happened to mention the heavy task placed on his shoulders for that afternoon, her eyes went wide and he could practically see the angry red blotches forming on her neck. Nothing would ever threaten the harmony of their business, or their fashion house. Not as long as Gemma was alive and breathing.

When Amelia kept herself seated, face painted the utter picture of shock, Gemma set down her tea and flicked her wrist in a pointed direction.

“Go on. You’re excused.”

The hairs on the back of Harry’s neck stood up.

Gemma, a beta presenting omega, was often so stern it seemed there was alpha trapped inside of her. Likely, somewhere in the labyrinth of her vocal chords.

Amelia glanced over at Harry one last time, hoping that he would rise to her honour, but was inevitably left hopeless. She stood from the table in silence, bruises of her nape nearly as vivid as gloom mingling with cloud of her scent. Harry felt the tie, foolishly knotting her just the night before. His inner alpha instinctually wished to soothe and scent the curve of her neck, but his heart wasn’t in it, and he was still repulsed by the stench of her - feeling nothing as she stepped dejectedly out of the room with her shoulders hung low.

“You sure know how to pick them.” Gemma uttered with a sigh. “Truly, the finest taste. Would you like me to ask her to leave?”

Harry remained silent, stomach knotted in guilt and throat thick with sentiment. Although he didn’t quite believe it, he knew he wasn’t heartless. Intentions with his omegas always began honorable, courting each one properly and melting their hearts just to swallow them whole. Though, It never seemed to end quite as sweet. 

Harry was undoubtedly and indefinitely cursed to bachelorism.

“I’ll send her off with the September dress, yeah?” Gemma offered. She was only attempting to soften the blow. 

If it were up to Gemma, not a single omega would walk these extravagant halls, daring to seduce her brother, and surely wouldn’t be gifted with one of his gowns on their way out. 

Harry thought back to the dress. A pale, silk, gown adorned in ruffles at the hips, and intricate lace. Harry stitched two lines from his mother’s favourite poem in the inseam, Among the flowers you left, among the flowers I stay. September would come and go with the anniversary of her death, Harry would mourn in silence, and overload himself with work as usual. 

It was a beautiful design, the dress. Surely, it would fit elegantly against Amelia’s flanks and rounded waist, and without a doubt she would flaunt owning a Harry Styles gown and the fables of the night they designed the piece together. She quite literally only stood there, useless. The measurements and shapes were hers, and that was about blubbering it.

“Yeah, alright.”

[tofiveohfive]

Omg is skam italia worth watching? I miss skam so much and the American version just couldn’t do it for me

omg there’s an american version… i didn’t know about that fjdshfkjs 

as for skam italia, it’s the only remake that got to me so far! obviously, it’s not the same as skam OG, because skam OG was the first time we were getting to know these characters’ stories & nothing can beat the original, but i think the italian version is really pure & good & soft. also, they changed a few things about the main characters, just enough to make it interesting & now i’m hooked haha

[chimnation]

happy birthday lovely !!! 💘

Thank you!!!! 💖

[hearttstopper]

loukissy replied to your post “.”

he said something a long the lines of “ when i was in one direction sometimes we used to make up different people that niall had slept with on tour”

there was smallzy’s fuckin soundbite - 1D member admits that their team would - gasp - make shit up for headlines

[alwaysxyou]

i love u baby 💘💘💘

I love you honey ❤️❤️❤️

[officialkendallroy]

sab idhdisjsj idk why but your blog is flagged

WHAT SKDGSJSH OMG im just babey 😔

[princeofyorkshire]

Wet toothbrush first then toothpaste or wet toothbrush with toothpaste on

wet toothbrush, then toothpaste and then i wet it again ksfjsfjf

inbox me one (or more !) thing you want to know about me :0

[curlyhairedprince]

Happy birthday lovely !! 💖

thank you so much :‘)