How Does It Work

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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345k+ new cases of covid today in india!! in a single day!! twitter and instagram are our healthcare system rn!! we're short on icu beds, oxygen cylinders, covid vaccines and drugs!! we have no slots in incremation grounds to respectfully do the last rites needed for our dead!! patients are dying outside hospitals because there are!! no!! beds!! patients are dying inside ambulances!! and the states that are claiming to have enough resources rn are on their way to have a shortage of the same!! healthcare workers are being stretched thin!! we're all facing an acute mental health crisis rn!! meanwhile our central govt is doing too little too late!! after spending months doing election rallies and giving a green light to religious festivals (with hundreds of thousands of attendees) up until last week, they've finally decided to wake up and start paying attention to the covid crisis and it!! is!! not!! enough!!

if you would like to help, check out this publicly sourced document that is collating and constantly updating mutual aid fundraisers. please please amplify and donate to even any one of these causes!! especially people outside of india: your money matters! as of 24th april, 2021, 1 USD = 75 Indian rupees, 1 euro = 90 INR so your money is extremely valuable and it will save lives!

Taylor Swift REACTS to Question About WHO All Too Well Is About.

2012 was such an insane cultural moment

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

Midnight Milk, Marie Sjøvold

𝐀𝐬𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟎.𝟓𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝

A/N: Reminder to vote for your fave authors and stories at the 1D Craft Awards 🏛️🦅✨ ENJOYYY CHAPTER 10, MY LOVELIES ❣️

Friday, 2 March 2018

The purity of spring had slowly started its descent over London. It almost seemed like the grass was getting greener already, the sun was warming comfortably, and that summer was around the corner, even though it was only the second day of spring. You wouldn’t freeze to death upon walking outside like you did during winter, the sun actually made you feel warmer now when it shone down on you. It wasn’t just that annoying glowing bulb in the sky whose only job was giving light to start a new day. No, now it actually felt like the sun was present. Y/N hated that. Maybe if she had been thin, she would have liked summer, but she was not.

Okumaya devam et

kinda sad to get to the time of year when everyone on the internet starts memeing about how they gotta go play hours of #cool-special-indie music on mute for the next few months just so their spotify wrapped looks good at the end of the year. idk i just find it depressing to see how even your most private and personal joys, even the music you listen to, must be tweaked and polished and contrived so it can be presented to the world. how even your taste in music must be performed.