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Harry Styles

There are 85 synonyms for the word love, yet none of them can express how much I love him. I’ve watched him grow up from a cheeky little 17 year -old to a wonderful 22 year -old.  The memories I’ve had with him are uncountable. I just want to say thank you. Thank you for making me feel beautiful, thank you for making me feel wanted, thank you for teaching me to be polite and kind, thank you for staying that cheeky little idiot I fell in love with. You may have grown up and matured along the way, but you never fail to remind me that that silly, cheeky 17 year -old I fell in love with is still there. 

Even if I never met you, you feel like an older brother to me. As someone who has always wanted siblings, thank you for giving the opportunity to feel like you’re family. 

There are  37 synonyms for the word proud, and none of them, even all of them combined can express how proud I am of you. I’ve watched you grow up, I’ve watched you mature, I’ve watched you go from a 17 year-old boy from Cheshire, Homes Chapel, England to one of the biggest bands in the world, that get’s the opportunity to travel all over the world and make millions and millions of fans jump up and down at just the sight of you. 

I love you Harry Edward Styles, and I always will. I may just be another fan in the crowd, and you don’t even know I exist, but it’s worth it. It’s worth loving someone so genuine and sweet and kind. If only the rest of the world could see how great of person you are. 

I love you, 

Harry Edward Styles, happy birthday my little one, even if you’re not little anymore.

~ Love Yas. 

SPN Hiatus Creations | Week Twenty ↳ season 13 promos

Little collage I made, I was bored.... hehe

“I think fanfiction is literature and literature, for the most part, is fanfiction, and that anyone that dismisses it simply on the grounds that it’s derivative knows fuck-all about literature and needs to get the hell off my lawn. Most of the history of Western literature (and probably much of non-Western literature, but I can’t speak to that) is adapted or appropriated from something else. Homer wrote historyfic and Virgil wrote Homerfic and Dante wrote Virgilfic (where he makes himself a character and writes himself hanging out with Homer and Virgil and they’re like “OMG Dante you’re so cool.” He was the original Gary Stu). Milton wrote Bible fanfic, and everyone and their mom spent the Middle Ages writing King Arthur fanfic. In the sixteenth century you and another dude could translate the same Petrarchan sonnet and somehow have it count as two separate poems, and no one gave a fuck. Shakespeare doesn’t have a single original plot—although much of it would be more rightly termed RPF—and then John Fletcher and Mary Cowden Clarke and Gloria Naylor and Jane Smiley and Stephen Sondheim wrote Shakespeare fanfic. Guys like Pope and Dryden took old narratives and rewrote them to make fun of people they didn’t like, because the eighteenth century was basically high school. And Spenser! Don’t even get me started on Spenser. Here’s what fanfic authors/fans need to remember when anyone gives them shit: the idea that originality is somehow a good thing, an innately preferable thing, is a completely modern notion. Until about three hundred years ago, a good writer, by and large, was someone who could take a tried-and-true story and make it even more awesome. (If you want to sound fancy, the technical term is imitatio.) People were like, why would I wanna read something about some dude I’ve never heard of? There’s a new Sir Gawain story out, man! (As to when and how that changed, I tend to blame Daniel Defoe, or the Modernists, or reality television, depending on my mood.) I also find fanfic fascinating because it takes all the barriers that keep people from professional authorship—barriers that have weakened over the centuries but are nevertheless still very real—and blows right past them. Producing literature, much less circulating it, was something that was well nigh impossible for the vast majority of people for most of human history. First you had to live in a culture where people thought it was acceptable for you to even want to be literate in the first place. And then you had to find someone who could teach you how to read and write (the two didn’t necessarily go together). And you needed sufficient leisure time to learn. And be able to afford books, or at least be friends with someone rich enough to own books who would lend them to you. Good writers are usually well-read and professional writing is a full-time job, so you needed a lot of books, and a lot of leisure time both for reading and writing. And then you had to be in a high enough social position that someone would take you seriously and want to read your work—to have access to circulation/publication in addition to education and leisure time. A very tiny percentage of the population fit those parameters (in England, which is the only place I can speak of with some authority, that meant from 500-1000 A.D.: monks; 1000-1500: aristocratic men and the very occasional aristocratic woman; 1500-1800: aristocratic men, some middle-class men, a few aristocratic women; 1800-on, some middle-class women as well). What’s amazing is how many people who didn’t fit those parameters kept writing in spite of the constant message they got from society that no one cared about what they had to say, writing letters and diaries and stories and poems that often weren’t discovered until hundreds of years later. Humans have an urge to express themselves, to tell stories, and fanfic lets them. If you’ve got access to a computer and an hour or two to while away of an evening, you can create something that people will see and respond to instantly, with a built-in community of people who care about what you have to say. I do write the occasional fic; I wish I had the time and mental energy to write more. I’ll admit I don’t read a lot of fic these days because most of it is not—and I know how snobbish this sounds—particularly well-written. That doesn’t mean it’s “not good”—there are a lot of reasons people read fic and not all of them have to do with wanting to read finely crafted prose. That’s why fic is awesome—it creates a place for all kinds of storytelling. But for me personally, now that my job entails reading about 1500 pages of undergraduate writing per year, when I have time to read for enjoyment I want it to be by someone who really knows what they’re doing. There’s tons of high-quality fic, of course, but I no longer have the time and patience to go searching for it that I had ten years ago. But whether I’m reading it or not, I love that fanfiction exists. Because without people doing what fanfiction writers do, literature wouldn’t exist. (And then I’d be out of a job and, frankly, I don’t know how to do anything else.)”

— “As a professor, may I ask you what you think about fanfiction?” (via meiringens)

Life is like a strawberry, sometimes it's sweet, other times it's sour, but you enjoy it anyway.

My random quote

Harry Edward Styles + Groovin

Well.... There goes another day without sleep then.

if the album drops while im asleep do me a favor and dont even wake me just let me pass in my sleep

You’re insecure

You’ve never thought of yourself as someone beautiful.... To you there were plenty of other girls, that were prettier, funnier, skinnier. Niall had managed to make you feel special, and maybe a little bit beautiful, but insecurity always took over you when the two of you met his fans. Plenty of them were better than you. They were sweet, they were more beautiful, they were fitter, just making your self esteem go down the drain. 

Every time Niall had gone out with the boys or at the studio, You would just stand in front of the full length mirror in your shared bedroom, pointing out every single flaw you had, Your nose looked weird, your eyebrows were too bushy, you had too much acne, you were too fat. These were only a few comments you said to yourself. 

You were doing the same thing today, pointing out your flaws had become a daily routine for you. You were snapped out of your trance when you felt a Niall’s strong arms wrap around your waist. “Hi beautiful.” He greeted, kissing your cheek. “Hi.” You greeted, in a soft tone. “Admiring yourself?” He jokingly asked. You smiled slightly. “No.” You replied, your smile instantly vanishing. His eyes sprung up at your sudden change of emotion. “Are you okay princess?” He asked, concern lacing his voice. You turned around, putting the best fake smile you could master. “I’m fine.” You replied. 

Niall wasn’t convinced. His bright cerulean eyes filled with concern and worry. He removed an arm from your waist, to caress your cheek. “No you’re not princess. What’s wrong?” He asked sternly. Looking down at your feet. “I’ll just burden you.” You said under your breath. He lifted your head up, making gentle eye contact with you. “You are not a burden. My love, please tell me what’s wrong.” He pleaded. you sighed, “I-it’s not that easy.” You breathed out, tears filling up in your eyes. 

He saw how you were struggling, not able to get any words out of your mouth. He wrapped his arms around you, placing your head on his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him, both of you holding each other tightly. You were bawling your eyes out, every single tear that you’ve kept in. You’ve never been like this, you’ve always been emotionally strong, keeping a smile on your face and trying to be happy for the sake of others. Now.... you had just broken down, and in all honesty, you needed to get things out. 

You cried until you couldn’t anymore. Niall had been comforting you all the way, all you ever needed was his embrace and as he place soft kisses on your temple. Pulling away slightly, as he rested his forehead on yours and wiped away your tears. “Can you tell me darlin’?” He asked, his voice calm and soothing. Letting out a deep sigh as he wrapped an arm around your waist. 

You were trying to gather some courage to speak, but your voice wouldn’t let you. “Babe, I want to help you, I really do.” He said, you could see the sincerity in his eyes. “I’m just so insecure of myself, I don’t think I’m a good friend, I’m not a good person, every single girl out there is so much better than me. They’re beautiful, they’re funnier, they’re more caring, they’re fitter, why did you pick this piece of trash when you could of had a diamond?” You asked. 

You leaned your head on his shoulder. “You probably don’t want me anymore...” You trailed off, that was what hurt you the most, losing him, but you knew it would happen. “Princess...” He started. You pulled away, looking at your feet, trying to avoid eye contact. He held your chin with his index finger and thumb, lifting your head up to make eye contact. “Yes, there are many girls out there that I could of had, but my love, you are a diamond as well, and out of all those diamonds out there, you shone the brightest to me. My love you have no idea how wonderful you are. You make me smile and laugh on my worst of days, you’re there to comfort me, anyone would be so overjoyed to have you in their life.” He comforted. 

His words did manage to make you smile slightly, just the corners of your mouth curling up a bit. “Melody, you are the only one I want, I wouldn’t trade you for absolutely anything or anyone. You mean the absolute world to me, you’re my everything.” He added, bringing you in for a sweet and passionate kiss.You smiled in mid kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, playing with his hair, as you felt your heart soar and butterflies in your stomach. Both of you pulling away reluctantly. “I love you.” You told him, your voice soft with a smile curling up your lips. “I love you so much more, and I am going to help you love yourself. I’ll be with you every single step of the way.” He replied with his charming smile. “Thank you.” You thanked quietly. 

Now you could safely say, that incident changed your life for the better. Niall has been absolutely wonderful with helping you, you’ve become confident, you’re not afraid to speak your mind, it’s okay if you don’t please everybody, you’ve put your happiness before others and you can definitely say you’re much happier than before, you couldn’t express your thanks to Niall in words, he’s done so much for you, he’s been your number one supporter and he was so helpful, how amazing he is to love you unconditionally while you were trying to love yourself. He’s the best person you have in your life, and nothing would change your love for him.

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Hi lovlies! Sorry it took so long for an update, I know this is really late but Happy New Year!! I hope we all have an amazing 2016, let’s hope this year treats the 1D fandom well(I highly doubt that but let’s try) I wish all of you the best love ya <3 ~ Yas