Bippityboppitystyles - Loving You's The Antidote

Stevie Nicks at the airport in Amsterdam, after a concert on Fleetwood Mac’s “Rumours Tour,” April 1977.

here’s to everyone hitting a low point after doing really well. you’re amazing and so strong and your hard work is not erased. you will find happiness again

anyway remember when taylor used to comment our posts? she is so sweet and kind and helped a lot of us. hope to read again comments like these during this quarantine, i miss her - and she was so funny hjskdldjsb

SAW A TWEET TODAY THAT WAS LIKE “TODAY IS THE 21RST OF SEPTEMBER ON THE 21RST YEAR OF THE 21RST CENTURY” 

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

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟐.𝟓𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

January 2014

“Now,” Harry said as they reached his house. “I don’t want you to be scared.”

“Why would I be scared?”

“’Cause mum can be… well, she can be a handful.”

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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

I feel like despite how pretty he may look in pictures, Harry just looks 10x prettier in motion. I've been staring at the vogue video/gifs more than the pics lol

My complaint is he needed smiling shots his smile is his THING

since i miss tour so much these days, here’s a collection of some of the dreamiest pics from last world tour, according to me, obv