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"So, I guess we'll go?" Louis asks later, when Harry has calmed down and eaten his weight in Chinese food. He plays with this chopsticks, spearing another piece of chicken and pops it in his mouth. "I mean, I wouldn't mind. We could make it an adventure."
Harry observes him, watches him seated across from him on their old living room carpet, with a container of food on his lap. He's fidgeting, avoiding meeting Harry's gaze–he probably knows that Harry's mad at him for ruining the one chance they had to get out of this situation. And he's not wrong, Harry is definitely very mad. Harry wants to strangle him and castrate him and smack him upside the head.
But he's also Harry's best friend, and despite everything, despite all the fuck-ups and the plot twists and everything just not playing out the way it should, he'd still rather be stuck in this situation with Louis than any of the other boys. He's got Harry's back, and in a weird, abstract way, he knows they'll be able to get out of this situation, together.
Harry sighs. "We're going," he says resignedly, his shoulders slumping.
Oh well. There are definitely worse ways to spend the weekend than pretending to be engaged to his best friend.
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26 May 2025
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new favourite author holy shit????????????????????????
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Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?”
Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry.
Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.”
“A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn't want a prostitute.
“Of course not!”
“A stripper?”
“No!”
Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!”
“What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing.
There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”
A professional…what. “What?”
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26 May 2025
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ideal relationship dynamic is one where i bother someone so much they have to fall in love with me; the fanfic
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He’s tall—that’s the first thing that registers in Louis’ head when he spots him, standing with his hands behind his back. Tall, with curly hair, staring at them with the widest, greenest eyes Louis has ever seen. And wait, are those dimples? Louis didn’t know ghosts could have dimples.
Because he’s definitely a ghost, this boy. At first glance he looks normal, standing there pigeon-toed in a band shirt (The Ramones, Louis can’t help but note incredulously), dark jeans, and some boots, with rings on both hands, and tattoos littering his left arm—a sleeve made of anchors and names and roses and other completely unrelated things. But he’s also a little bit translucent; if Louis focuses, he can see the outline of the furniture, the design of the wallpaper through him.
“Hi,” the boy—the ghost—says to Louis. His face shifts; somehow his dimples dig deeper into his cheeks. His eyes flit from Louis, to Niall, to Liam, and finally to Zayn, and his face goes from shocked to elated. “I’m Harry.”
At in that exact moment, standing between three of his best friends and staring at a (quite handsome) ghost, Louis can only think one thing.
Nick Grimshaw was right.
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A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.
—Ursula Le Guin, "The Left Hand of Darkness"
An exploration of the loving, highly toxic, and co-dependent relationship between Simon and Renton over the years and across different drugs. Old patterns might need to break before any growth can happen.
transgressive (adjective): going beyond acceptable boundaries of expectation, convention, or the law.
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"You Are Young and Life is Long, and There Is Time to Kill Today." by PaxAm
Fandoms: Trainspotting (Movies), Trainspotting Series - Irvine Welsh
17 Mar 2025
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Still, he doesn’t meet the tillkeep’s eye as he leaves the coin on the counter and pockets the sweets and paracetamol, already on his way back to his flat.
Honestly, he doesn’t really know why he did it, and it isn’t even that big of a deal, but Mark can’t put his finger on what swayed him to buy them. He decides to stop trying to psychoanalyse himself and just get home. Jesus christ, he's starting to sound like Tommy.
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Mark buys some lollipops with spare change. He had no idea, but Sickboy watches as Mark enjoys them later on, at what was meant to be a usual movie night.
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12 Apr 2025
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rewatched trainspotting today and was immediately compelled to read yaoi