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𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟔.𝟔𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

Thursday, 13 September 2018

Y/N felt weird. She had felt like this most days over the past three months. It was as if her body was restless, wanting to do something that her head did not know what was, and so she had found herself walking about her house in Nottingham, trying to find an answer somewhere that had never revealed itself. Sometimes, she looked out at the front of the house as if waiting for something or someone. Maybe Marcela would show herself again, maybe Finian or Kit would drive up and explain everything. But nothing happened. Nothing at all.

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𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟖.𝟏𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

A/N: Hiya my angels ❣️ I’ve been on the fence if I should post this chapter or not. The lack of reader interaction, reblogs, and comments I’ve gotten on Bloodsport so far has made me want to stop posting the fic. It just feels like everyone who hyped up this fic for weeks, if not months, have suddenly disappeared or just don’t really care to rb or share their thoughts with me anymore, which is incredibly discouraging and has made me debate why I continue to share my writing on here. That’s not to say I don’t appreciate and see those who do reach out and who reblog! I love you so much it makes me want to cry! But I’ve talked to multiple writers after sharing my thoughts on lack of reader interaction earlier this week, and they all feel the exact same with their fics. Please please PLEASE send fic writers love! Please reblog! Please encourage writers to keep sharing on here! Or else there won’t be much fic to read on here anymore. Enjoy chapter 3, love you x

May, 2013

“Marcela,” Y/N groaned. “I don’t get it.”

“Are you even trying?” Marcela asked, looking up from her notebook perched in front of her on the dining table and over at her 15-year-old sister. “I swear, you never even bother trying.”

“I do try!” Y/N said. “But how am I supposed to try if I don’t even understand what’s being said?”

Okumaya devam et

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Olivia can say Harry can drive all she wants but a) 1989 exists and he actually has stitches from it b) that gif of him zooming off c) literally everyone else saying he cant drive

there’s TOO MUCH EVIDENCE. i think it’s time for the much needed harry styles is a shitty driver thread: 

first of all, we have our prime witness of course, ms taylor swift, who could and DID write songs about harry being an awful AND dangerous driver 

this man seems to travel only in lightyears  

and those antics have left their marks 

he also has no care for other road users or traffic rules in general 

and on top of everything he never learned how to park a car either

in conclusion: we should revoke his driver’s license

i could use luck

Signs as unhinged things Harry has done

Aries: Makin his brand for YEARS in 1D as “I used to be a baker!!! #bakerlife” then admitting he never baked & just worked a cashier at the bakery in a throwaway line 4 a BBC gryles skit. All men do is lie

Gemini: Getting grounded by his mom for saying “pussy” on national television

Cancer: The whole Doug the Dog SNL skit

Taurus: casually sprinkling in a line about sad masturbation on ftdt for no reason. that did not need to be there. jus went “I will pepper in the playing w myself in a random hotel uwu”

Leo: rollin up bussy-out to the 2015 AMA’s serving this lil lewk

w/o so much as a warning to the rest of 1d

Virgo: “The hardest part about Zayn leaving was the paperwork” u can’t make Zayn un-eat that candy thong

Libra: Making it illegal for minors to buy kiwi fruit in Manchester

Scorpio: getting matching “things I can/things I can’t” tattoos on his arms & slowly filling up the “can’t” section while leaving “things I can” completely blank. for years. like Jesus edge-lord go to therapy

Sagittarius: Leaving Taylor Swift stranded on a boat to go sit with sum men in a hot tub

becoming the muse for one of the most prolific breakup album of the decade afterward.

Capricorn: HS1 Track-list order of kiwi > ESNY > Woman. Helloooo emotional whiplash

Aquarius:

Pisces: Denying WS was abt eating pussy then making the WS music video almost singularly dedicated to eating pussy

𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟏𝟐.𝟏𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

A/N: IT’S FINALLY HERE! ARCHITECT!HARRY! 🏛️❣️✨ It’s been ages since I posted writing on here and it feels good to be back! Believe me when I say that though nothing much happens in this chapter, something will go down in absolutely every chapter, so you’ll hopefully be entertained at one point AOIJFOIREJ! I absolutely adore architect!harry (yearly as much as I adore you lot), I hope you lot will too! Now, let’s start this journey, shall we? 🥰🌟

Friday, 15 September 2017

Monday September 8th 2014. Y/N had spent an abnormal amount of time thinking about that day over the last three years. Sometimes, even if she were in the middle of something else or thinking about a topic completely unrelated, it would just come back to her. Like a flash, as if someone turned on the dim light inside a dark room, she would be taken back to a time, a moment, that would be burned into her brain forever. It would paralyse her for a few seconds, making her unable to do or think or be anything besides that memory. It was almost like, at this point, she thought the ghost of her sister would never quite leave her.

Okumaya devam et