Haha, Finally Getting Some Sleep After 4 Years.

I CAN’T HANDLE THIS MUCH CUTENESS

harry and louis’ solos in olivia, combined

“I think fanfiction is literature and literature, for the most part, is fanfiction, and that anyone that dismisses it simply on the grounds that it’s derivative knows fuck-all about literature and needs to get the hell off my lawn. Most of the history of Western literature (and probably much of non-Western literature, but I can’t speak to that) is adapted or appropriated from something else. Homer wrote historyfic and Virgil wrote Homerfic and Dante wrote Virgilfic (where he makes himself a character and writes himself hanging out with Homer and Virgil and they’re like “OMG Dante you’re so cool.” He was the original Gary Stu). Milton wrote Bible fanfic, and everyone and their mom spent the Middle Ages writing King Arthur fanfic. In the sixteenth century you and another dude could translate the same Petrarchan sonnet and somehow have it count as two separate poems, and no one gave a fuck. Shakespeare doesn’t have a single original plot—although much of it would be more rightly termed RPF—and then John Fletcher and Mary Cowden Clarke and Gloria Naylor and Jane Smiley and Stephen Sondheim wrote Shakespeare fanfic. Guys like Pope and Dryden took old narratives and rewrote them to make fun of people they didn’t like, because the eighteenth century was basically high school. And Spenser! Don’t even get me started on Spenser. Here’s what fanfic authors/fans need to remember when anyone gives them shit: the idea that originality is somehow a good thing, an innately preferable thing, is a completely modern notion. Until about three hundred years ago, a good writer, by and large, was someone who could take a tried-and-true story and make it even more awesome. (If you want to sound fancy, the technical term is imitatio.) People were like, why would I wanna read something about some dude I’ve never heard of? There’s a new Sir Gawain story out, man! (As to when and how that changed, I tend to blame Daniel Defoe, or the Modernists, or reality television, depending on my mood.) I also find fanfic fascinating because it takes all the barriers that keep people from professional authorship—barriers that have weakened over the centuries but are nevertheless still very real—and blows right past them. Producing literature, much less circulating it, was something that was well nigh impossible for the vast majority of people for most of human history. First you had to live in a culture where people thought it was acceptable for you to even want to be literate in the first place. And then you had to find someone who could teach you how to read and write (the two didn’t necessarily go together). And you needed sufficient leisure time to learn. And be able to afford books, or at least be friends with someone rich enough to own books who would lend them to you. Good writers are usually well-read and professional writing is a full-time job, so you needed a lot of books, and a lot of leisure time both for reading and writing. And then you had to be in a high enough social position that someone would take you seriously and want to read your work—to have access to circulation/publication in addition to education and leisure time. A very tiny percentage of the population fit those parameters (in England, which is the only place I can speak of with some authority, that meant from 500-1000 A.D.: monks; 1000-1500: aristocratic men and the very occasional aristocratic woman; 1500-1800: aristocratic men, some middle-class men, a few aristocratic women; 1800-on, some middle-class women as well). What’s amazing is how many people who didn’t fit those parameters kept writing in spite of the constant message they got from society that no one cared about what they had to say, writing letters and diaries and stories and poems that often weren’t discovered until hundreds of years later. Humans have an urge to express themselves, to tell stories, and fanfic lets them. If you’ve got access to a computer and an hour or two to while away of an evening, you can create something that people will see and respond to instantly, with a built-in community of people who care about what you have to say. I do write the occasional fic; I wish I had the time and mental energy to write more. I’ll admit I don’t read a lot of fic these days because most of it is not—and I know how snobbish this sounds—particularly well-written. That doesn’t mean it’s “not good”—there are a lot of reasons people read fic and not all of them have to do with wanting to read finely crafted prose. That’s why fic is awesome—it creates a place for all kinds of storytelling. But for me personally, now that my job entails reading about 1500 pages of undergraduate writing per year, when I have time to read for enjoyment I want it to be by someone who really knows what they’re doing. There’s tons of high-quality fic, of course, but I no longer have the time and patience to go searching for it that I had ten years ago. But whether I’m reading it or not, I love that fanfiction exists. Because without people doing what fanfiction writers do, literature wouldn’t exist. (And then I’d be out of a job and, frankly, I don’t know how to do anything else.)”

— “As a professor, may I ask you what you think about fanfiction?” (via meiringens)

I laughed harder than I should’ve

my relationship with one direction and their fandom is like this:

the boys are on stage and the fandom is in the audience. the theater is on fire and some audience members have extinguishers while others are pouring gasoline. everyone is screaming. im in the green room watching everything happen on the monitor and occasionally shouting at the screen

First Kiss

“Nialler!” I squealed and he suddenly hugged me, pulling me to his side. “Sorry princess.” He said.  We were at his for a movie night and he was being very playful. He sat me on his lap and kissed my cheek. “It’s so hard to watch a movie because of you.” I giggled and kissed his forehead. “Well, I have an adorable girlfriend, it’s hard not to just cuddle you.” He said. I giggled and hugged him.

“You’re adorable too.” I said. We pulled away and he kissed my nose making me giggle. He smiled, just looking at me. “Y/N.” He said. “Yeah?” I asked. He leaned in and I swear I froze. Our noses were touching and he was looking at my lips while I was looking at his eyes. Oh my goodness he’s going to kiss me! 

This is our first kiss together. He looked at me and grinned, One hand cupping my face and caressing my cheek. Our lips millimeters apart. “You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled against my lips before giving me a proper soft and passionate kiss. I swear I felt like I was walking on air when we kissed. I felt like my heart was soaring, butterflies in my stomach and tingly all over. 

We pulled away after what felt like hours of kissing but was only a mere minute. We smiled at each other, I was blushing. He kissed my forehead. “That was an amazing kiss.” I said still smiling because of it. “It was.” He said. “You’ll have to get used to me kissing you a lot.” He said. I giggled. “I wouldn’t mind at all.” I said quickly kissing him. 

He smiled. We continued to watch movies and stole a few kisses from each other. I can say it was one of the best dates I’ve ever had. 

Progression of the Team Free Will over the years Team Free Will 1.0 /  Team Free Will 1.0v2 /  Team Free Will 2.0

He’s jealous

"Great seeing you again Danny.” I said and hugged him. “You too Y/N.” My childhood best friend, Danny was in town today and I decided to visit him while Niall was at the studio. I headed back home, while the paparazzi were following me around. “Y/N is it true you’re pregnant? “Y/N are you cheating on Niall?” “Y/N!” The paps continuously shouting my name and questions at me. Finally arriving home, seeing Niall on the couch.

I smiled. “Hi leprechaun.” I greeted. “Hi.” He mumbled. This is surprising, usually he would get up and greet me with a kiss. I hung my coat on the rack and put my purse down. I bent down, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “How was your day?” I asked. “Fine.” He mumbled expressionless. This is getting weird, and I am getting worried. I pouted and quickly kissed his temple then changed.

Sitting next to him on the couch, his eyes glued on the TV. “Nialler, are you okay?” I asked. Not a word. “Niall, talk to me, please?” I begged cutely and pouted, latching onto his arm. He still remained silent.

I sighed. ‘What has gotten into him today?’  I thought. “Mm.” I hummed while thinking, pursing my lips. “Nialler, why don’t we go on a little road trip tomorrow? The weather is beautiful and it’d be fun to have some exploring. What do ya say?” I asked. “Why don’t you go with Danny? I’m sure you’d have loads more fun.” He grumbled. “Niall is this what’s bothering you?” I asked.

Silent. I sighed. “Nialler.” I started, trying to resolve this calmly. “Are you jealous of Danny?” I asked with a slight smile on my lips. He started blushing. “W-what, Of course not!” He argued. I giggled. “You are! You’re blushing because of it.” I teased and poked his cheek. “Hmph.” He groaned and crossed his arms, he looked like a cute five year old.

I laughed slightly and shifted to sit on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek, then pressing our foreheads together. Looking into those beautiful ocean blue eyes of his which never fail to make me swoon. “You know you’re the only one for me.” I said. He sighed, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I’m just going to be honest, I’m scared.” He explained. 

“Why?” I asked.”That you might leave me for him, I mean he’s handsome, fit and he’s been your best friend for years, you guys have a great connection and so much in common, it just makes me feel like I’m not good enough for you and that-Mph.” I cut him off with a soft and passionate kiss. He smiled into the kiss. 

Wrapping his arms tighter around me and doing small circles on my back while I played with his hair.  We pulled away. He smiled warmly at me. “You do know you are very handsome and fit as well, I know we’ve been dating for a year but I think we have an amazing connection with each other and I only see Danny as a friend, or like a brother. I love you and that’s not going to change, I promise.” I said.  He smiled at me. 

Placing a soft kiss on my forehead. “How did I get so lucky to have a girlfriend like you?” He whispered. He loves to say his thoughts out loud. I blushed while shyly smiling. “I love you more baby girl.” He said and softly kissed me, both of us smiling into the kiss. We pulled away. “You do know that’s impossible.” I said. “No it’s very possible.” He said. “Can we cuddle now?” He asked cutely, showing that adorable smile. 

I giggled. “Of course.” I said and kissed his nose. We cuddled in a nice silence, enjoying each other’s embrace. I wouldn’t want anything more than this moment. 

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Hi lovelies, sorry that this took so long. My exams are coming up and I’ve been really busy. So sorry if I’m inactive. 

- Yas <3

I am in love

this is so much different from what i expected holy shit

PLEASE, i NEED SOMETHING

GUYS I REPOSTED THIS ON INSTAGRAM AND A FEW MINUTES LATER PATRICK STUMP REPLIED TO MY TWEET WHEN I ASKED ABOUT HIM PERFORMING AT THE 1989 TOUR

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