#I’m sorry Jude ily but there’s no way I’m gonna follow

[sonny-shine]

If Jude ends up joining Liverpool my hate for that club is gonna skyrocket.

[outrowings]

sorry for the lame gif

Nitya here! I’ve had this blog for 900 years and some of you guys have seen me through one direction, years of regret superwholock, marvel and dc, the 100, sense8, star trek, star wars, and my final form: kpop. the best part of this has been seeing all my old favs also turn into kpop trash blogs  how we’ve stayed together for so long through all this.  anyway here’s me being gross and loving my mutuals (long post ahead)

favs: im sappy so heres me trying not to cry about how much i love you as i type these (idgaf if we only talked once i still love u)

@artificialskyway : veronica! i’m so bad at replying but ur always asking how i am and sending me pics of my favs and im forever grateful <333 i hope you continue to write in the future ur work is amazing!

@beinfired : my favorite (and only) hoobae. tk thanks for putting up with me LMAO and always sending me the freshest memes and hyping me up like no one else. ur finally making edits and i love them!!!! keep going !!!!! i cant properly express my undying love for u so ill leave it at that.

@blameblamebts : hana u trash queen the most beautiful and ethereal being ever i love you so much.  u always hoeing in the chat and hyping me up i love you for it <333333 ur face and ur writing are both truly an inspiration to me

@fightitigniteit : brit, we haven’t talked in a while but i miss you and im always hoping the best for u. u are one of the strongest people i know and i know you will always come out on top <3333333

@itschims : celine! we’ve talked one (1) time but ur so sweet and funny! i look forward to seeing u on my dash every time i log on. lets talk more!

@kimseaokjin : den! we haven’t talked in forever but u were so welcoming when i first became a switched over to a bts blog and im forever grateful for how warm u were towards me.  tysm and lets talk more!

@lyselena : my big sis, hey alicia.  Thanks for putting up with me and taking care of me and sending the best tumblr memes.  I still haven’t finished goblin.... anyway i love u to the moon and i know youll be amazing at college!

@makeu-ssi : MARY an amazing writer who freaking destroys my soul on a daily basis i love you to pieces. seems like a cinnamon roll but is a sinnamon roll. pls keep writing and inspiring me ily :*

@marks-angel-imagines : sienna! u absolute cutie. we started talking when you made that cute post about mutuals and i completely died omg.  l love your writing! let’s talk more <3333

@minmayhem : Kennnnnn, #1 at sending heart emojis.  always? sends? the sweetest? messages? in the gc??? i love you you make my day better!!! ur art legit makes me sob its not possible to be this talented tf ken?

@mvpgyu : BRYN, #brynya forever. I feel like ive known u forever even though it’s just been a few months.  Ur so genuinely nice and i consider you a close friend at this point!! so grateful to have you and i wish you good luck with your personal endeavors im always cheering for u!

@pasteljoon : michaela, it’s been a while since we talked but u were so kind to me and messaged me after i replied to one of ur posts. u asked me about pride and stuff and i felt so loved? i love your hobi airport piece u posted i hope u make more art soon <3 

@pbandj-hope : christina! a fellow khh stan and the only (only) person who reblogs my non bts content.  I love talking to you and I’m really grateful to have you as a mutual :D *finger guns*

@qwertydashiell : isha! im always missing you and sorry for being horrible at replying :(((( i’ll always support you in ur academic endeavors and im so proud to call someone so kind and intelligent my friend.  looking forward to ur next visit!

@taenecesito : caitlin, we haven’t talked much but ur so incredibly kind and accomodating im grateful to be mutuals with such a wonderful person! 

@sugaaoii : ali! we haven’t talked in a bit but please! keep! making! gifs! ur original work gives me heart pain???? its so good??? ur one of the most genuinely nice people ive ever met and ily

@uniave : my irl bestie. im glad u made a tumblr because i can send u dumb hockey and chris evans posts here instead of texting u links. SO grateful to have had u in my life for like 6 years now <333333333 im gonna stop cuz we’re not mushy

@vanillalattaes : FAHREEN. whose purpose on earth is to tag me in posts with the intention of stopping my heart? i love you so much ur tags make my day <3333 lets talk more babe :D

@withnosuchgrace : tahira! wow can words explain how much i love you? nope. u really out here boosting my self esteem and giving me love. queeen of making me weak in my knees im so grateful for u *ugly crying in the club*

@wolfhgang : ramasha <3 can’t believe we’ve been mutuals for 2 years and it took bts to bring us together.  i love bonding over our shared love for collarbones and seeing them happy <33333

mutuals bolded: we never talk but im silently loving u from far away keep doing u babes! (feel free to message me anytime im a lonely loser)

non mutuals: some of the raddest blogs ever; some of them ive been following for years now

#-E: @02busanboy @1aeyong @43hy @4joshua @4oclockvmin  @adamparrsh  @agustdia  @anthcny @arigathanksgozaimuch @arkhamdevil @babybird @babyseguin @baekhypcy @bane-magnus @bangtoori       @bang-tan @barrnes @bbarryallen  @blondekimseokjin @booptae @bwichim @coedkard @cosyjeon @bfjhs @blushguk @buckycap @cabeswatre @cassadnracain @chambaeq @chewymoustachio @cho-chang @cinnawon @clarksalive @commandtrek @cowjimin  @cypherkookie @cyquerslut @daefsoul @daegunotes @daegusoftboys @deamus @denimin @dianacprince @dreamjimn @dreamyoongi @epiloguejimin 

F-J: @fluffyliontae @flyera @forceawoken @fragrantae @gamjin @gaylando  @gftae @gifmebangtan @glittergyeom @got7doubleb @gothamroques @gotjhope @guksuu @gxnnylovegood @happy-kirk  @hcwkeyes @heathenz @hey-uta @hisbarnes @hixtae @hixtxpe @hi-xtape @hobieism @hobikookie @hocusqocus @holyfuckmark @hoseokskitten @hqleetaeyong @h-sh @imdbgenius @isitkpop   @itskimtaehyung   @jakeperallta   @jamescarstairs @jcmesbcrnes   @jeonbegins  @jeonpetals @jessicajcncs @jeyne @jhaviguk @jikookinky @jiminboi @jinmini @jinsweater @jjptv @jnghobi @juliushonks @junghope @jungkookio @jyncassian

K-O: @kazbkker @kimdaily @kimyugy @kinkyoongs @kookmint @kook-tae @kpop-bunnyjungkook @kths @leivorgana @letterstokook @lenarise @lgbtae @lgbtleia  @lthyl @lukemagnus @lupitanyonqo @m1nqyus @makkeuga @maknaebun @makomoriz @markleetrashh @marksseunie @mellonjin @mindykahling @mintyjihoon @mintyugbam @moonlightmaia @moonlignt @mylovejhs @namjjooni @nctokki @nctsjeffery @nejighafa @newtsckamander @nickyhenmick @nochuie @nyvta @ohastraeus @ohmyamysantiago @okjb @oliverfreakingwood @otteryj 

P-T: @park9495 @parkejimins @parkgaetrash @parkjiminbiased @parkjiminer @peachyhimchan @perhalta @pjmjjk @prettymochi  @prettytae @psteezy @pvedameron @rapnamu @ravehclaw @reecekinqs @remusmoopin @reysolo @richardgansvy @royalkpop @rude--jude @safejimin @samwwise @seoulscapes @shakepaere @shownx @skywalkuer @smolsamberg @smolstevie @softesthobi @softestpoem @softjiminstan @softmarkbum @softykook @soft-jihoonie @spicysiren @stilesxmartin @study-ksj @sugamuse @sunflowhobi @sunlewis@sweaterpawsjimin @sweethyung @sxmberg @syubbed @taexguk @tae-all-the-way @taetaetuan @tahyungs @teahyngie @the-porcelain-doll-xo @the-princejinyoung @thiccsidney @tuanever

U-Z: @ultbusans @ungiis @unmarvel @velvethoseok @velvethoseok @vernonymous @wondersdiana @workofteaguk @wpnderwoman @xseokjiin @xtaexhyungx @yeolology @yes-knope @yoonggi @yoongi-jin @yoonmin @yoonseok @youngforevers @yutaf

Networks: 95linenet bang7net busanboys-net daegulinenetwork gguknet gotbang-net got7snet got7hyungnet got7maknaelinenet honeyboynetwork jinminnetwork jhope-network kimtaehyung-net knjnetwork kpopwritingnet monbebe-net nctinc seokjin-network taeguknetwork thekpopnet

[cherrystreet]

"should we just search romantic comedies on netflix and see what we find?" so, i totally come to you with every fic idea that pops into my head. but like, i reeeally need little snippets of the times harry and louis decide to put on netflix. like, after takeout arrives or for movie night with the lads or to pick a new show to watch because they just finished the office (us version this time). or even when they're bickering and get passive aggressive over what to watch for said movie night

This is a little different than what you wanted but that’s only because I don’t know how to write domestic pieces so I hope this is okay and ily xx

It didn’t start as a routine.

The first time it happened, it was a Tuesday night filled with too much homework, the October weather already too cold for Harry’s liking. The blinking cursor on a blank Word document seemed to be mocking him, laughing at his inability to form a cohesive thought after working nonstop for the past four hours. Eventually, he abandoned his endless string of papers, walking aimlessly around his apartment for the better part of an hour in an attempt to find something better than writing 5,000 words on Game Theory. Nothing jumped out at him, so he continued to shuffle around, sighing obnoxiously, until his roommate Sam hollered from the other room, “If you don’t cut it with those pathetic noises, I’m going to punch you in the throat.”

Harry frowned. “I’m not even being loud,” he yelled back.

“Shut up and do your homework.”

“But my brain is fried–”

“Harry, enough.”

“Ugh.” He kicked off his shoes and slumped down onto the couch, staring at the clock as the minute hand steadily ticked forward. Somehow, watching time was more appealing than reopening up his laptop and forcing himself to write another word.

Sam was right. Absolutely pathetic.

“What should I do?” he asked after a few minutes, eyes nearly glazed over.

“The fuck should I know,” Sam replied, finally appearing around the corner. “Go down to the Hub.”

“It’s too cold out for that. And it’s raining.”

“Order some food.”

“I don’t have any money on me.”

“Watch a movie.”

“Nothing good is on.”

“How would you even know?! The TV is off!”

Harry shrugged. “Gimme your Netflix password. Maybe new stuff has been added.”

“Will you finally stop talking?”

“Maybe.”

Sam reached for the remote to the TV. “Thank God.”

 It took about 17 minutes of “Chopped” for Harry to send out a text to everyone he could think of, a simple Come over. Everyone’s here. He didn’t want to sit alone, just wanted to unwind with the company of some friends. Sam was clearly no help, just kept yelling from his bedroom to keep the volume down, that “some people actually take their classes seriously, Harry.” And saying that everyone was already gathered together wasn’t technically a lie. Sam was there. And his fish. And the cast of “The Office,” currently streaming from the main TV in the living room.

Whatever. Semantics. People would be there shortly. People to talk to him and not tell him to shut up.

Twenty minutes later, Louis was standing in front of Harry, sweatpants too big and glasses smudged.

“Shut up,” he said, tugging on his hoodie strings. “What is this?!”

So much for that, Harry thought. “What?”

“You said people were here. It’s just you.”

“Is that so bad?”

“If I wanted to spend the night doing nothing and listening to someone drone on and on about nothing, I’d put on a Bob Ross special.”

Harry furrowed his brow. “Bob Ross is extremely talented…”

“Bob Ross is dead. And boring. And he never would have tricked me into coming here on a shitty Tuesday night under false pretenses.”

“I thought other people would show up!” He squished deeper into the couch cushions. “You gonna leave?”

Louis groaned and kicked Harry’s shoes out of the way as he climbed onto the couch beside him. “No. I came all the way here.”

“It’s, like, a nine minute walk…”

“Yeah, nine minutes in the wind and rain. You better have food as compensation. And why the fuck are you watching the British version of ‘The Office’? Why do you hate yourself? Give me the remote.”

Harry shook his head, standing up to grab snacks, wondering how constant abuse was the better alternative to staring idly at the wall.

The following Tuesday, Harry turned in his biochemistry assignment early, cracking his knuckles as soon as he his submit. It felt good to get rid of a week’s worth of studying, to not have to look at it anymore, and he slipped out of his jeans and into his most worn pair of pajama pants, the hole in the knee stretching with every wash. It didn’t take long for the couch to mold perfectly to his body, the apartment warm and quiet, Sam out for the evening. It was relaxing. It was welcoming. It was. Not what Harry wanted.

“Hey, I’ll order pizza,” he said through the phone’s receiver. “Dominos, if you want it.”

“I always want it,” Louis replied. “Cheap shot.”

“Pepperoni?”

“Ugh, Harry, can’t Steve Carell wait? We know what happens.”

“But it’s my favorite episode and I wanna watch you watch it.”

“I’ve seen it before.”

“I’ve never seen you watch it, though. Lou, they have a fucking benefit for rabies. Rabies. I need to see your face when Michael donates a giant check to a disease that’s already been cured.”

“Oh my God,” Louis snorted, but Harry could tell he was wearing him down. “Alright, whatever, fine, but make sure it’s extra cheese with the pepperoni.”

 Seven days later, Harry did much less arm twisting, just casually mentioning they were up to the start of season five. Louis texted back, Don’t start without me. I’ll know if you’re lying.

Harry sucked in his cheeks, smile worming its way out, anyway. Wouldn’t dream of it.

The last Tuesday of the month, Louis was knocking on Harry’s door without bothering to ask if he was busy. Harry let him in graciously, snacks already on the coffee table and blankets on the arm of the couch.

And just like that, Tuesday became Harry’s favorite day of the week.

It’s been five months since Harry and Louis created their non-date date night, and they’ve gone through nearly everything on the Netflix list that moderately sparks their interest. Comedies, dramas, documentaries, musicals… They’ve watched them all, not too picky, hunkering down together to enjoy a casual night of TV. And neither one of them got bored of it, never asking to cut the night short or go out to do something else. Harry loves having the time to unwind, loves the fact that he has something so comfortable to count on, loves Louis’ company more than just about anything.

And that’s why he snaps when Louis doesn’t show up on Tuesday night in late March, the Netflix home screen nearly burned onto Harry’s retinas, waiting for Louis to walk through the door and pick the movie. He taps his fingers along his thighs, annoyed, wondering where the hell he could be. Nine o’clock comes and goes, as does ten o’clock, and by 11:30, “The Holiday” playing quietly in the background, Harry is less angry and more concerned that something horrible has happened. Louis doesn’t answer his phone the second time Harry calls him, or the third, but he does by the ninth, beyond irritated when he picks up.

“Harry, what the fuck,” he says, his voice tight. There’s a lot of background noise but Harry can’t figure out where he might be. “You had better be fucking dying.”

Harry skims his finger along the frayed edge of the blanket, suddenly embarrassed. “No, but, like, where are you? Are you okay?”

“I’m at Ian’s. Is that why you called 100 times? Are you for real?”

“Why aren’t you here?” he says stupidly, his face hot. Who’s Ian? He hates him, regardless. “‘m watching Cameron Diaz try to seduce that hot British guy…”

“Jude Law?!”

“Yeah, him, and, like–”

“Harry, you called me nine times to talk to me about Jude Law.” It’s not a question.

“No,” he starts, “I didn’t. I called you nine times to ask why you stood me up.”

“Did we have plans?”

Harry looks down at his lap. “I mean, not verbal ones, but you always come here on Tuesdays and you’re not here now and–”

“Ian wanted to get a drink before he headed to Spain for the rest of the semester,” Louis says, cutting him off. “I didn’t think I needed to cancel a stupid friend hangout to do that. You’re kind of acting like a crazy boyfriend.”

“It’s not stupid and that’s not…” He starts to argue, but stops himself short, his heart racing in his chest. He knows he’s being irrationally angry and insane and, well, idiotically jealous, and now that Louis’ had to go ahead and say the B word, it’s ricocheting through his brain like live wire, sparking and hot. The thing is, they’re not boyfriends, because that’s not a line they’ve ever crossed, but just about everything they do - Tuesdays and otherwise - might argue that fact. They meet each other after class for coffee, they call each other on Sunday mornings, they spend school breaks at each other’s homes. Harry carries Louis’ backpack, Louis buys Harry dinner, they steal one another’s clothing… They share a fucking blanket on Harry’s Goddamn couch every single week, their knees brushing together, sending shocks up Harry’s spine, Harry unable to stop himself from stealing a series of unsubtle glances at Louis’ profile, his cheekbones, his lips. Fuck. His temple throbs and he does his best to swallow around the lump in his throat. Boyfriend. “Okay, yeah, you’re right, I’m sorry,” he chokes out.

Louis breathes through the phone for a beat too long. “I’m safe. I wasn’t kidnapped. I just… We’ll hang out later, alright?”

He doesn’t sound angry anymore, but Harry feels too antsy to keep talking. “Yeah, later. Bon voyage to Ian. I’ll see you this weekend or something.”

“Okay,” he replies. “Or something.”

Harry hangs up the phone with a thousand words on the tip of his tongue, but he swallows every single one of them and wills himself to stop thinking about the fact that he’s gone and lost his mind over his best friend spending the night out with a guy who isn’t him. He should be here on this couch, thigh pressed up against Harry’s, and this is not the way it was supposed to go. None of it was.

He must doze off at some point, because the next thing he knows, there’s a bang on the door, followed by a tinny voice mumbling, “Please let me in. I’m tired and cold.”

Harry flicks on the hallway light and pulls open the door as quickly as his body will allow himself to, finding himself face to face with a pink-cheeked Louis. “Lou, it’s…” He looks over at the clock. “Two in the morning.”

Louis shrugs, worming his way inside. “Yeah, well. I’m two hours late for our date. Sorry about that. You still watching ‘The Holiday’?”

He bites back his smile, body feeling like it’s deflating. “Finished it earlier. Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and see what we find?”

“That… Sounds like the worst idea I’ve ever heard.”

Harry snorts, closing the door behind him and follows Louis into the living room. Louis’ already making himself comfortable on the couch, yawning. “Then what do you suggest?”

“We haven’t checked out the horror genre in a while.”

“Yeah, for a reason.” He sits beside Louis, lets Louis drape his legs across his lap. Like a magnet, his hand immediately goes to grip Louis’ ankle. “I get nightmares.”

Louis looks up at him from under his lashes, blinking slower than usual, and it makes Harry’s stomach twist. Maybe he’s tired. Maybe it’s something else. “Big baby.”

“Yeah,” he says, smirking, thumb drawing circles across Louis’ skin. “That’s me.”

Neither of them say anything else, nor do they move, and Harry’s trying to find something to say that isn’t something clicked for me tonight, but Louis speaks first, licking his lips.

“Sorry I stood you up,” he says softly, grabbing for the remote and selecting the first title on the menu, not looking at Harry. “I was a dick about it.”

Harry shrugs, inching his way closer, watching the way the screen’s colors dances across Louis’ face. “It’s alright. Just missed you.”

He can actually hear Louis swallow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Louis nods, biting at his bottom lip. He’s nervous. Harry exhales once he notices. “Can I stay over tonight?”

Harry isn’t sure what the implications are behind his question, or why Louis’ bothering to ask when he’s never asked before - usually just passes out on the couch or on Harry’s bed, curling up into a ball on the edge of the mattress - but it’s clear something has changed, based on the way Louis is looking up at him. He’s never looked at Harry like that before.

“Yeah,” Harry murmurs, “Lou, whatever you want.”

He doesn’t remember closing his eyes, doesn’t remember leaning in, but then there’s just breath between them, and then not even that, just skin on skin, warm and sweet and entirely too perfect. And Harry has no idea what’s playing on the screen in front of them, but it’s decidedly his new favorite film.