pls don’t talk to me unless it’s about this... cuffed trousers... pink laces .. ankle tatt out 🥺 the slight pigeon toe 🥺

“A spokesperson for Whistle Punks said: “We have a Hall of Fame for visitors who manage to score more than 50 points in a session, and to date there’s only maybe 100 people who’ve achieved it since Whistle Punks began. Harry came in on his first ever visit, and got a score of 55. That puts him easily in the top two percent of everybody who’s come through our doors.”  x

Time Will Tell 

author: onlyhuman / @loveloveolivia pairings: harry styles/louis tomlinson, harry styles/louis tomlinson/louis tomlinson word count: ~10k rating: explicit summary:

[read on ao3]

Happy birthday, @intensedrarry <3 This one is especially for you. I might not have posted anything to AO3 since 2017, but of course you are the reason I break that streak.

i think he does

you know when someone writes a fic and it’s just SO GOOD and you’re wondering how they came up with the idea because it literally ignites your soul and is everything you wanted in a fic aND MORE and you just sigh to yourself because people are fucking fantastic ok

Harry and Louis via close friends stories on instagram: let me tell you no one ever got my soul right like he can.

remember when harry grabbed niall’s dick on live television

can someone make a masterpost about how we know, or infer, which side of the bed harry and louis sleep on??

Whoever makes this post needs to please include how, based on these arrangements and the ‘little spoon’ declaration, the rose and dagger line up while they spoon. Thank-you.

Well, what I’m inferring from this

is that since harry is the little spoon, the rose and the dagger align when spooning

adding to the madness: Exhibit 172654

@onedirectiom​

@thepeacering​

i miss this so much

Harry wore chelsea boots religiously and then suddenly it became the fashion statement of the fall. Harry then wore clout glasses once and then it became a huge trend. He then started wearing patterned and more elaborate suits and now its one of the biggest trends in fashion now. basically, what i’m saying is that Harry Styles is the fashion trendsetter of our generation and is rarely ever credited. In this essay I will-

06/21/18 (via emmawestrosen)

Harry Styles performs onstage during Harry Styles: Live On Tour - New York at Madison Square Garden on June 21, 2018 in New York City.

Hey guys!! @sparkleguccisuit @thefirstfloralsuit @lickmybooty and @rosepetalnails wanted to make a gc for people going to the Seattle show!!

Criteria: • Love Harry • Be going to his Seattle show • Be nice!! • That’s it, we love all of you

Reasons to join: • Make friends to meet in Seattle • Spread awareness about projects • Have people to scream with about how close our show is!!

If you’re interested, message one of the people above or this blog and we’ll add you!!

here in the dark is where new worlds are born (a Harry/Louis mini fic)

Hi friends. I promised y’all a demon!Harry drabble a little bit ago so here it is. and it’s pretty long for a drabble (7k whoops) which is why it took me a couple days to finish. This story is a little weird but a blast to write so I hope you all enjoy it! 

Warnings/tags: sexual content, brief violence, dark themes (harry’s a demon, I mean, yeah), jealousy, body horror elements (harry has weird demon forms) Let me know if you’d like anything else tagged. 

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Harry had never liked his office.

It was tucked into the very back hallway of the house, only accessible by seven stairwells and nine hallways, all of them twisting off into other endless series of rooms, the route only accessible to those who knew exactly where to step. It was the biggest room in the house, a hair bigger than his bedroom, since until the last several years he had worked more than he had use to lay down.

It was a beautiful office, with floors and furniture that was darker than any wood should be, gleaming thanks to the light fixtures he kept all around the room to make up for the lack of windows. He had a fireplace that took up an entire wall, an extra set of bookshelves despite the library that laid just down the hall, velvet-lined furniture that no one sat in – at least until recently, and behind his desk, taking up an entire wall, was a portrait of his own face, painted in meticulous detail on a dark background, something he had commissioned years ago and didn’t feel like getting rid of yet.

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