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ride-run-sleep-repeat · 5 years

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Well, we went back to GODZone like the gluttons we are.

We had bright eyed and bushy tailed Jackson to complete our team this year and after our concerns that he was going to wreck himself by running 250km around New Zealand before we got there faded (how he does what he does and doesn’t drink coffee is beyond me). We settled in for a couple days of peace and action movie watching before the race (Die Hard 4 2007, All is Lost 2013, Hannibal 2001, Interstellar 2014, Black Hawk Down 2001, … ). We are equally intense with our movie watching as we are with our endurance sports.

Sunday leg 1: multisport prologue ft. coasteering

The race was a little different this year, well, a LOT different, but day one was the Prologue race, which wasn’t really my cup of tea (not long and suffery enough) but still lots of fun. We set off coasteering around the Akaroa headland with a few swims, then a short sufferfest mountain biking up and over a big hill where Tom bribed me with lollies by literally dangling them in front of me to make me go up the hill faster (it worked). Then there was a packraft across the lake to the final leg at the Christchurch Adventure Park where we ran into Craig, a fellow Canberran out for a Rogaine. Small world! We got to the end and had a 30 minute mandatory wait for our maps so we set up the tent, changed into warm things and went to suss food options.

Monday leg 2: packraft/trek/caving

After a less than ideal sleep because of excitement, our alarm went off at 1am to pack up and at 1:40am we hopped on the bus to take us 2 hours away to the start of Leg 2 – the 73 km Trek/Packraft and Caving. As with a lot of the teams around us, the first CP was pretty difficult to hit with 1:50,000 maps and a bit of complacency but after bush bashing for a little while and then reconnecting with the surrounding teams, we finally hit the CP and headed off to Binser Saddle, a roughly 700 metre vertical elevation gain and the first and only climb in this leg. It was at this point we got “stuck” behind a few slower teams (which I didn’t mind at all) as the trail was quite narrow. After some teams stopped for rests and poo’s we managed to get ahead of the slower guys and descend towards the river.

I was going to say that there wasn’t much to report after that but actually after paddling for an hour or so I noticed two safety guys on the other side of the river and saw we were approaching the first (and only) rapid. It was all looking fine until Paul and I hit a rock right at the top and I went flying out of the packraft – headfirst. The current was pretty strong and after knocking my knees on a few rocks I was finally able to orientate myself so my feet were going down the river first (thank you swift water rescue training!). It was at this stage I realised I had dropped my paddle and saw it floating just ahead of me, so after grabbing it I swam into an eddy, gave the “I’m okay” signal to the safety guys. (Although I was a bit shaky I have to say!) It was at this point I realised that I had only grabbed half my paddle and it wasn’t until Paul pulled up with the packraft and the other half that I realised it had snapped. Shit. We pulled up on the other side of the river where Tom and Jackson were waiting and thought about our options. Of course we hadn’t packed a spare paddle either. We ended up making a mini paddle with the one good bit of shaft and wondered if maybe we could borrow a spare paddle from one of the other teams at transition. Paul ended up using the mini paddle which hilariously made him look like more of a giant.

After that it was smooth sailing until Tom and Jackson hit an eddy line in their bathtub (aka waterlogged packraft) and tipped out. They got back in and all was well until Tom realised that he’d dropped the map… and that we hadn’t brought the spare. Cue our saviours, the super lovely and wonderful all girls team #39 – On The Rag. They’d passed us when we were discussing the broken paddle and as we caught up to them told Paul and I that we could borrow their spare paddle. Legends! Capitalising on their generosity, I then pushed my luck and told them that the boys had actually just lost our only map and if they had a spare we would be eternally grateful. They said they would have to speak to their teammates (the two Holly’s) and confirm and when we caught up to Tom and Jackson, map in hand, they had said that they would like payment in beer, which the boys were totally on board with.

As it got dark we reached the caving section and having flashbacks to last year, we weren’t super stoked. Until we got in there. Wow. Paul is claiming it is the best cave he’s ever been in. Instead of the slippery walls we were expecting, they were perfectly grippy. So all of us had fun trying to avoid the water to practice our climbing moves. After that it was a longer walk than expected to the TA where we got on our bikes and started Leg 3, the 160km mountain bike called Cookie Time for definitely no other reason other than to be very misleading as no delicious cookie times ever appeared (whoops we already ate them on leg 1, also there was a tin shed called Cookie’s Hut).

Tuesday leg 3: Cookie Time massive MTB

This was a pretty cool leg I have to say. We hadn’t slept since night one (if you can call it a sleep) so we after making it through the night with a team NoDoz break we rode through the mountains to a great piece of technical single track near a hut. From there we rode over rocky river beds (much to Jackson’s displeasure) to what we are calling Poor Man’s Percy’s Pass. Between this race and last, I’d managed to forget how to carry my bike on my back and so I watched the boys power up the scrambly bit of the hike-a-bike as I dragged, pulled and panted my way sloooowly up the climb. I may have had a hissy fit half way up and tried to send telepathic signals to any of the boys to come rescue me, but ultimately I knew that they were going to let me experience (aka suffer) it by myself. I knew that although I was suffering, I’d be disappointed if I had help (something I’m grateful my teammates understand). Besides, getting to the top felt amazing and I was only a little jealous that they had had time to take their shoes off and bask in the sunlight.

There were a few major climbs to get out after that but the views were just so stunning, it didn’t matter that I couldn’t put enough oxygen into my lungs. And soon enough we were descending into the flatlands where we time trialed on the backstreets and road until we got to a cafe! What a delectable sight! We smashed both a giant thick shake and coffee which was good timing as after we got back onto our bikes, it was a longer ride than expected to the next TA. 5 Kilometres feels like forever when your feet are absolutely aching.

Tues/Weds/Thurs leg 4: 85 km Trek lakes + mountains.

In the words of the organisers –

“This stage is BIG! At 85 km it is the longest single stage trek ever at a GODZone Chapter.”

The second half sure felt like it but the first half was going to be a challenge too. Luckily we started off with a bit of daylight still on our side. Once again the tricksy 1:50,000 maps left the boys a bit confused as the contour lines were saying one thing, but the hills were saying another. We managed to bag CP 15 with limited problems as the sun set over the mountain range and made our way up to Mystic Lake to get a few hours sleep before the pre-dawn trail trudge over to the hut for CP16.

From here, there were a lot of route choices to get to CP 17 and none of them looked great. We decided the best route was to climb up a 2000 metre mountain. The climb up was definitely one of my highlights. Just as you thought you were at the top, another ridge would appear and eventually we got to the top of the ridgeline where we were weaving along pretty precarious rocks. We had to put our poles away at this stage to utilise all climbing limbs. We could and possibly should have continued on the ridgeline but decided to descend early as Paul thought it might be a bit dangerous, and if Paul thinks something is dangerous, it probably is.

The views were incredible and the promise of scree running to get down made us all pretty excited (especially Jackson). The problem with scree covered mountains though is what looks like scree at lake level was actually bigger slightly loose rocks that we had to navigate without twisting an ankle. The descent started off pretty fun but soon felt longer and longer as my knees started to protest.

After following steep fence line put up by some insane farmer we eventually (after some butt sliding) got down to the CP17 and were relieved when we realised there was a track all the way from the CP to the road. A road which kept going for what seemed like forever. I’m going to be honest, this part sucked and I was in a pretty dark space knowing we weren’t even really half way. Tom had said at the beginning to think of the leg like 3 big challenges and we were only at the end of the first.

We finally got to the campground where we were told that we might have a course change due to the weather. Basically, the fastest teams were doing the second half of the trek in 17 hours which meant that even if we had gone the same speed as them (highly unlikely), we would miss the cut off for the packraft and that would suck. So we set up camp and waited for the race director to come back with some news. Meanwhile, a lovely lady (Fizz) came out of her campervan and offered us drinks, fresh pineapple and an assortment of snacks (that were actually for the team she was waiting for) AND hot water for our back countries. It was luxurious.

News finally came that they were printing maps for us to do a lower traverse, missing CP 18 and 19, that would cut out the possibility of being stuck on top of a mountain in bad weather. There was a 2 hour wait, so we scoffed more food and had a nap. Team Tiger had also come in and were waiting. After handing our maps over Warren dangled a delicious butter chicken in front of us and placed it ever so carefully down between us and Tiger claiming that he was no longer in need of food. We looked at Tiger and down at the curry and back up at Tiger. They hadn’t moved. This was our moment. Tom, Jackson, Paul and I pulled out our spoons simultaneously and pounced on the free delicious (and still warm) curry. Spooning larger than needed portions into our mouths like the heathens we are, we stopped mid-mouthful to ask Tiger if they would like any. The look of disgust on the Frenchies faces said it all. We had claimed it. It was ours. All ours.

After that, we started our march around the lake towards the traverse. We ran into Team 1 coming back from getting CP18 and gave them the news of the new course change. They looked at the map in defeat and told us that it would take forever to finish. The full of food optimists we were at that point told him that it wasn’t going too bad.

How wrong we were.

It started out innocently enough until we found ourselves crawling on hands and knees through matagouri, the spikiest and shittiest plant known to man. (Also used by Maoris as tattooing needles). The worst part was finding a spot to semi stand up and then looking across and realising we were in a sea of it with no way out. The possibility of pulling out our bivvys and dying camping seemed more appealing than pushing through. It was at this point Paul thought if we died here they’d never find our bodies.

We somehow made it through the matagouri but found ourselves cliffed out when the map had no mention of cliffs at all. Our timing was blowing out fast and we decided to make one final push to hit the river and continue to the TA via the fire road which was out of bounds. Turns out Tiger had also gotten stuck and decided that this was the far better option too, so we walked into the dawn with them down the never-ending fire road and stupid cows to TA4.

It was here that our race nearly ended. After 42 hours on the trek leg we were all hurting and thought that because of our route choice we would be disqualified. We decided that although we did want to do the packraft, we would pull out after that and so put a couple of our backpacks in crates we wouldn’t see till after the bike leg (if we got there). I had most certainly checked out of racing and was starting to think of getting back home for a shower.

Thursday leg 5: Rakaia packrafting

We arrived at TA 4 around 11 am, which meant we had until the 2pm cut off to faff around and gather our thoughts. It was decided that we’d just do a few hours on the river, set up camp early, have a good rest and then continue on the next day and pull out of the race. Except that when we got on the Rakaia river it was only 6 hours to the kayak. And 6 hours compared to 42 is nothing. So naturally we did the whole packraft. At this point I was still pretty checked out of the race, was still okay to do the kayak (it was only another 6 hours so why not?) but not really keen on the bike ride after that, plus we had gotten rid of our packs, the race was basically over. But there was a mandatory dark zone before the kayak so we set up camp again, had a few back countries and went to sleep.

Friday leg 6+7: Rakaia kayak + MTB commute

It is amazing what some sleep and food can do. The next morning I woke up to a coffee a la Jetboil, news that we weren’t actually disqualified and an inkling that we were probably going to keep racing. We carried our kayaks the what seemed like a hugely long way to the put in. I was pretty nervous for this bit because there were a few rapids and we were in double Kayaks, but Tom was great at stabilising the couple of near tips we had. We passed Team Tiger, who had managed to smash one of their Kayaks against the rocks and were waiting for a new one and once we got out of the gorge, everything calmed down and we got into a rhythm of picking left or right on the braids of the river. We only got stuck on rocks a couple of times and one of those times was probably karma for me calling Jackson and Paul the fat boat.

After salami sausages for lunch (the height of delicious race food) we were back in race mode, much less racey than we were before the trek, but we had the finish line in our sights.

To our surprise, Sandra and Gab were there to meet us at the TA. It was lovely to have our own spectators and was a great mood booster (along with the huge bag of biscuits).

So we set off at a relatively steady pace, until one of the Kiwi teams came charging past and we all hopped on for the ride. It was nice to work with another team while Paul and their strongest rider took turns at the front. Eventually, we picked up a third team and we hauled ass all the way to the bottom of the climb.

Through a look of bewilderment, one of the kiwi’s said he’d never ridden that fast before and that we were very good mountain bikers. I have to say, we may be good mountain bikers but the Kiwis are killer trekkers. My theory is that all Kiwi adventure racers had mothers who climbed to the top of mountains, gave birth and left them there to find their way home. That’s why they’re so good. We’ve all got our strengths though. Speaking of, I had asked if Paul could bring the leash for this bike leg and as we approached the climb, I grabbed it with glee and hung on for dear life as Paul went into beast mode and hauled us up the 750 metre elevation gain to the top of the mountain. Drenched in sweat, we waited for the boys at the top and put our Supersonic Jackets on to descend into the night and last TA for the race!

Saturday leg 8: harbour packraft home

We were welcomed with pies and sleep as there was another mandatory dark zone, and there were so many teams the atmosphere was buzzing. In the morning we were told our start wave and after a minute silence for the absolutely terrible tragedy in Christchurch we set off for the 17 km paddle to the finish.

It was all looking so promising until the wind picked up and our victory lap cruise turned into fighting a heinous headwind for the last 10kms. But we got there and crossed the line in about 20th, finishing the full course in 6 days with no foot infections, blister-free feet, still talking to each other with no talk of retirement. I think that’s a team win!

Thanks to Mont for Sponsoring us again this year and providing the perfect (and matchy matchy) green Supersonic Jackets and Long Sleeve Running tops for the race. They all looked brand new even after 6 days of racing! Some of our gear highlights:

Mont Moondog jacket – primaloft mid layer, perfect for sleeping and stays warm when damp

Mont Moondance EX 2-3 person tent – ideal for 4 smelly adventure racers

Mont Contour/Sentinel 35/45L packs – tough for bush bashing and expandable from small compulsory loads to larger packrafting loads

Mont Supersonic jackets – bombproof hardshell with adjustable zips for multiple storage/ventilation options

Mont Run Power Dry L/S Zip Tee – we may or may not have worn a single shirt each for the entire race – functional AND compulsory, ticks all the boxes

Mont Prolite sleeping bags – lightweight and optimised with one-sided down to maximise the warmth:weight ratio

Mont Adventure Light hiking pants – there was some debate about shorts vs pants before the race but in hindsight… always go pants when matagouri is around! Solid coverage even if you forget your gaiters.

La Sportiva Helios was the paddle shoe of choice for rock hopping and lightning fast drainage.

Jetboil – churning out the back countries and coffee sachets

Enormous bikepacking style saddle bags on the bike legs – various brands – this was a good race for hardtails and ditching backpacks where possible.

Antihistamine tablets – when you forget prevention for sandfly bites… treat the symptom not the cause!

Sharkskins – comfier and less restrictive than wetsuits (but still warm) for the paddling

Underwear underneath your bike knicks… TBC boys!!! (Only Paul does this.)

GODZone Chapter 8 – Akaroa Well, we went back to GODZone like the gluttons we are. We had bright eyed and bushy tailed Jackson to complete our team this year and after our concerns that he was going to wreck himself by running 250km around New Zealand before we got there faded (how he does what he does and doesn't drink coffee is beyond me).

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narryblossom · 6 years

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Sorry to bother, but I'm new to the Narry fandom. Your blog has really taught me a lot. I was wondering if you have a rec list of your favourite Narry fics? The longer the better. Thank you for being awesome!

No bother at all! I’m glad to be of service, Narry truly is a wonderful ship. Let’s talk about fics! Here are 50 that I love:

if I got a condo on a cloud then I guess you can stay at my place by orphan_account – 8.3k, pretend boyfriends au

Harry can’t just show up to his sister’s wedding where his ex boyfriend is going to be without somebody with him, I mean he can’t just loiter around the chocolate fountain. So that’s why he enlists Niall’s help.

Turn all your grey skies blue. by mogigraphia – 9.7k, kid fic

Niall’s a new single dad, and Harry’s his daughter’s teacher at the daycare.

The Wedding Singer by littlecather – 27.5k, strangers to lovers

It’s not that Harry doesn’t believe in love, exactly - he just thinks that romance and marriage and all that comes with it are overrated. Niall has sung at over a hundred weddings, and is determined to prove Harry wrong. After all - there’s a reason for all those songs.

Frenemies by alteringegoism – 8.1k, enemies to lovers

Harry hates Niall. Niall hates Harry. But Harry wants Zayn and in order to get to him, he’ll have to go through his best friend Niall. Harry will just have to kill Niall with kindness. That’s if Niall doesn’t kill him first. Oh and Liam and Louis are getting married.

When I Close My Eyes, All the Stars Align by FallingLikeThis – 11.6k, soulmate au

A Beauty and the Beast Au in which Harry’s only beastly qualities are his hair and his bad attitude and Niall arrives to spy on him for his sister but ends up staying for so much more.

Lips As Red As Mistletoe by runawaymind – 9.2k, friends to lovers

It’s near Christmas time at Hogwarts and these damn magical mistletoes seem to chase Harry wherever he goes, and it’s a riddle of its own as to why Niall is close by every time one of those stupid plants seem to bloom out of nowhere.

take me over the edge by jamesniall – 6.7k, smut

“The bathrooms are in the end of that hallway, turning to the right.” Harry says, voice slightly lower and deeper than what Niall was used to hear out there in the golf grounds. “Go in there and wait for me.” Harry finishes, softly slapping his cheek, cleary not intended to hurt Niall, but still enough for him to feel it in his gut, making blood rush faster down to his cock. It feels heavy, more than halfway hard in his briefs and Niall has to bite down a whimper when Harry opens his mouth again.

“And don’t touch yourself.”

Or, Niall is Harry’s caddie for the first day at The Masters, at least that’s how it starts.

baby, you don’t know what it’s like by peerpressure – 31k, strangers to friends to lovers

Harry tries really, really hard to only see Niall as a friend.

It’s not working very well.

Because Niall is simply amazing and Harry is so stunned that he’s even allowed in his presence. And also because he wants to suck his dick. Just a little. But he also wants to cuddle him and maybe share food and fight for blankets and press cold feet against each other and shampoo each other’s hair.

Harry just wants to be with Niall.

(In which Louis is a good friend, Liam is kind, Zayn is always stressed, Niall is the new guy and Harry falls in love)

friends just sleep in another bed by littlecather – 39.2k, canon complaint

“Just - I’ve just been hanging out with Harry. A lot - slept over a couple of times.”

“You slept over?” Dougie echoes.

“Not like that,” Niall rolls his eyes - even though it kind of is.

Tour starts; Niall and Harry grow closer.

must have been the mistletoe by countthestars – 7.3k, friends to lovers

“Hey, Harry,” Niall says, voice low and conspiratorial. “Look up.”

“What?” Harry whispers back, because there’s a lot to look at up there, blinking lights and boughs of garland and… “is that mistletoe?”

“'Fraid so,” Niall confirms. His lips twitch like he’s fighting a smile, but he keeps a straight face as he taps his finger against his mouth. “It’s bad luck not to kiss someone underneath mistletoe.”

let’s spin the world around by jamesniall – 4.4k, college au

“Superlatives are just about putting the word más before an adjective or a sustantive. Like más grande which means bigger, or más fuerte, which means harder” Niall says, looking pointedly at Harry and Harry is 99% sure he’s doing it on purpose.

“más rápido means faster” Niall continues, “Are you getting hard from this, Harry?” and if Harry would have had something in his mouth he would have spilled it all over Niall’s face.

Or, Harry learns spanish thanks to Niall’s dirty talk.

Maybe You’re My Snowflake by pintsandguitars – 20k, college au

Harry Styles loves the snow. Niall Horan loves the stars. And somewhere between snowflakes and night skies, they start loving each other.

A head for business and a body for sin by flickerbyniall – 2.1k, au

He first time he caught Harry’s eyes was about an hour ago, the boy was eating some strawberries from the buffet table around the corner, oblivious to the fact he was standing out in the crowd with his rebellious look.

or Harry goes to a Gala and can’t take his eyes off the boy wearing a leather jacket.

Searching by littlecather – 12.1k, au

Niall has been hired by a magazine to track each employee’s searches on Google. Harry uses Google a lot.

wide open spaces by outwardbound93 – 18.8k, au

“Well,” Harry says at the end of the day. The sun sets late in Texas like it doesn’t want to go, clinging to the scrubby flatlands with the last reaches of striped sunbeams. Niall leans on the broom and watches Harry fidget with a bundle of notecards he has to fill with peoples’ heartfelt sentiments. Love notes, apologies, get-well-soons, Harry’s got them all. “Will I see you tomorrow, then?”

Niall props the broomstick against a shelf holding a bunch of little green plants he doesn’t know the name of. The shop is bursting with green leaves, colorful blossoms like pops of candy mixed with buttered popcorn at the movie theatre, and at the heart of it, Harry. Harry, with his languid speech and that one curl that stubbornly sticks out on the side of his head that Niall always wants to twirl around his finger and that smile that arrives in a flash or unfurls slowly.

“Yeah,” says Niall. “I’ll be here.”

Relatable Content by makesomelove – 12.3k, au

Harry glances down at the floor, then up at Niall, lip curling up in a bashful smirk. Niall wants terribly to kiss him. The opportunity is right there in front of him, and it’s the worst idea in the entire world.

It would reach the press. He’d be in the news - CEO and Founder of BeepFodder Niall Horan Sexually Manipulates Underlings. His mum has an alert for him on her computer and she’d see it and have a heart attack. They’d lose sponsors. Even if they didn’t publish the footage, it’d still exist. It all still would have happened. Harry would know Niall likes him. The thought of the most vulnerable spots in his heart being captured on film and shown to millions of people makes Niall sick. Going through with this in a legitimate way would ruin his life no matter what.

just a little rush, babe by theamazingpeterparker – 10.3k, vampire au

“You know everything they say about Dracula? All that stuff I wrote in my paper?” Niall asks as he rips one of the glazed donuts in half. Harry hums. “It’s all bullshit. Real vampires do tomato juice cleanses and do yoga. Fuck.”

Harry’s a vampire who’s awful at parallel parking, being scary, and being alone. He meets Niall walking home alone one night.

this could be the end of everything by basementhero – 20.4k, mythological au

The Norns remembered each cycle of time and would recount the tale if asked: Harry and Niall were not the first of their kind, nor was it the world’s first attempt at existence. Some cycles were short while other stretched on for tens or hundreds or thousands of millennia. It was always the same in the end, though, no matter how many intervening years it took to get there. Baldr always fell; the giants always attacked, and the realms of Yggdrasil—the world tree—were always plunged back into the void after Ragnarök, waiting for rebirth.

But not everything was so set in stone; at least, it didn’t seem to be.

(or: Niall and Harry are immortal deities, but even gods are subject to fate.)

We Could Be The Ones Who Matter by jibrailis – 17.5k, canon complaint?

Harry and Niall both get weirdly intense about things, and by things, they mean competitive Scrabble.

Uncertainty Principle by jibrailis – 81k, au

He didn’t expect this: Australia, the vineyard, and Niall who won’t look him in the eye.

lovesick boys will write you lovesongs by narryblossom – 15k, past relationship

When Niall walks through the gate at Dublin Airport at four in the morning, jet lagged to hell and back, he feels like he’s home. He thinks he’s never felt so happy to hear an Irish accent, and he certainly has never been so happy to have no fucking clue what he’s doing.

(Well, he has some idea of what he’s doing, he just isn’t sure it’s going to work out the way it does in his head.)

(An AU where Niall dreams of his lost love and finds himself going home to search for him.)

let yourself be enchanted by acastle – 23.8k, hogwarts au

“Which means, I’ve got a Charms post to fill. And do you know who he suggested for the job?”

Harry doesn’t trust the wide beam on his face, and Louis goes on, “Well, he’d told me about this bloke. Class of 2011, student rank number three but top at Charms of his class, Hufflepuff, prefect, atrocious Quidditch player, but he makes a great treacle tart-”

“He suggested me?” Harry says blankly.

Along the Way (Something Changed) by catrinahart – 25.2k, au

For the last five years, singer turned actor, Harry Styles has had Niall by his side to help manage his incredibly crazy life. They met and quickly became the best of friends. Then people start asking questions, making Harry think, what do they see that he doesn’t?

baby, you make my heart beat faster by countthestars – 9.8k, au

Niall’s into Harry. Harry’s into taxidermy.

move your world a little closer by countthestars – 45.8k, alien au

In which Niall is a bit lost, Liam and Louis can’t seem to get their shit together, and Harry is literally out of this world.

(aka: alien narry)

and days gone by by outwardbound93 – 20.7k, college au

Niall catches himself glancing at Harry in the backseat. The tops of buildings are lined with Christmas lights like the iced piping on a gingerbread house, and the crisp sharp light of a winter night makes Harry’s skin look warm and soft.

riverina by outwardbound93 – 13.2k, royalty au

Harry looks up at Niall, the sharp, almost antique lines of his face thrust into regal beauty by the stadium lights. Harry’s ribs press against the size of his heart.

Or, a royalty!au where Niall’s a prince and Harry’s the reporter that writes about him.

and you know in your heart it’ll be worth it by outwardbound93 – 12k, mythological au

“At home, we sleep on the,” he points at the ceiling. “The top, so we don’t float away.”

Niall laughs. “The ceiling, you mean?” He traces the line of Harry’s dimple. “I figured you slept inside a castle, like in the pictures of what Atlantis looked like.”

“I doubt that’s accurate,” Harry says. He palms Niall’s thigh, running his hand down to his knee, where he pauses to feel out the unfamiliar bones with his fingertips. “Otters sleep holding hands so they won’t drift apart, did you know that?”

“What, are you an otter?” Niall asks.

“No, but it might not be too bad,” Harry says. He lays his head to rest on Niall’s chest, over his heart. His fingers tangle with Niall’s in the sheets, his skin tanned and smooth, Niall’s pale and scarred.

“Eh,” Niall says. “It’s not too bad, I guess.”

let me photograph you in this light by storhan – 29.6k, college au

“I like that one,” he says, turning the camera back around to show Harry the picture he took earlier that day of Niall reading. Harry also finds himself smiling, he quite likes that one too.

“Me too,” Harry says softly.

Or, Harry’s a photography major and Niall is his muse.

something so magic about you by storhan – 14.7k, kid fic

Niall’s a single father and Harry’s his neighbor who never seems to wear a shirt.

i sing you like a song i heard when i was young by disequilibrium – 17.7k, magic au

Niall never thought he’d find his way back home. But then, the wind works in mysterious ways: a stranger at the door, an impossible escape. A whisper that changes everything, forever, again.

St-st-stuttering by asaprockme – 8.8k, college au

In which Harry has a stutter that he just can’t control. Niall doesn’t mind.

If we dream forever, whatever happens next by brokendrums – 6.3k, au

Niall meets Harry on the train and can’t stop thinking about him. Then one evening when they get off the train, Harry invites him back to his.

let’s start right now by dramaturgicallycorrect – 29.6k, au

[Harry’s a professional cross country road trip driver, and Niall is his latest fare.]

What’s A Fella T’ Do? by iwanna_seeyou_undoit – 35.6k, pretend relationship

Pretend!Boyfriends AU where Harry doesn’t own any trousers that don’t have holes in them, Niall is the only one who can drive, and they definitely aren’t shagging.

I’m not trying to stop you, love by littlecather – 27.4k, college au

Niall and Harry are the only ones left on campus over the Christmas holidays, and even though they’ve never really hung out before, they manage to spend most of the week holed up in Harry’s room, together.

the piano man’s playing some old melody by littlervoice – 5.6k, pianist au

Harry is a piano player. One day his neighbour puts in a request.

Do you want to come to the gym? by maxette – 3k, strangers to lovers

Niall is Harry’s personal trainer: a romantic comedy without the middle forty-five minutes of misunderstandings.

running around in love again by mozartspiano – 2.5k, college au

they meet at a coffee shop on valentine’s day. it’s all a horrible cliche.

place your head on my beating heart by takesmeunder – 5.3k, college au

That’s usually how they fuck, with Harry on his hands and knees with Niall doing him from behind. It’s impersonal and something they both enjoy, but something twists in Niall’s heart at the thought of doing it that way tonight.

You Feel Like Home (You’re Like A Dream Come True) by roughvoiced – 16k, pretend relationship

Niall sighs and unwraps the scarf from around his neck. “A plus one,” he repeats. “I need one.”

“For what?” Harry asks, watching as Niall unzips his coat, letting it slip off his arms and drop to a rumpled pile on the carpet before slipping off his shoes and striding over to Harry, plonking himself down on the sofa beside him and snuffling up under his arm, waiting for Harry to pull him in close before he speaks.

“Greg’s wedding.”

or, the au where Harry offers to be Niall’s plus one and ends up with a whole lot more than he bargained for.

This Time Tomorrow by colbyjack – 36k, dancing au

Even under the yellowing light of the streetlamp above them and the faint, milky glow from the moon; even in a vacant street in a bustling city and the entire span of states farther than the hills’ green border; even under the rain, Harry thinks Niall is the most wonderful person he’s ever met—the very ‘you’ in his journal.

A story in which a contemporary dancer/ballet teacher and a Latin ballroom instructor fall in love within the first year they meet.

Another Auld Land Syne by colbyjack – 6.2k, this is probably my favorite narry fic of all time i think of it constantly and idk why ok bye

“We drank a toast to innocence We drank a toast to now. And tried to reach beyond the emptiness, But neither one knew how.”

Harry and Niall are old flames who eventually find each other again, of course, because the universe doesn’t want to give up on them.

stacked against you by siempreniall – 3.3k, college au

Niall hates the library. All of the computers are always taken, the stacks make him feel claustrophobic, and his short attention span has never given itself well to studying anyways. The cute boy at the information desk makes it all worth it, though.

i want you so much (but i hate your guts) by siempreniall – 6.2k, secret relationship smut

Niall doesn’t know what he’s still doing there. This isn’t really how he likes to spend his Sunday nights. He doesn’t want to be yelled at and made to feel guilty for something that happened months ago. All he wants is to leave, really.

heartbreak hero by acastle – 30k, enemies to friends to lovers

“So you want me to hear your side of things?“

“Yes, that would be a start.”

“Fine,” Niall steps forward, so he and Harry are practically nose to nose. “Come back tomorrow at 8, so you can air your side of the situation on my segment.”

In which Niall is a love guru of sorts on the radio, who thinks love is the bane of the world, and Harry is a fuckboy who’s lovely, surely, but is not the best boyfriend in the world, not by a long shot. His girl breaks up with him while on air with Niall, and Harry isn’t having that, so he forces Niall to help him win her back.

(Alternatively, Niall’s Guide On How to Win Back the Girl, patent pending. It should work, in theory.)

hold me closer tiny dancer by countthestars – 3.6k, strangers to lovers

Dancing isn’t really Harry’s strong suit. Niall doesn’t really care.

Home is Wherever I’m with You by ziamfcks – 5.3k, strangers to lovers

Niall is blind and Harry works in a coffeeshop. It’s love from the start.

[Click this link to see drabbles from tumblr I’ve rec’d]

So there’s that! I’ve read soooooooo many fics over the years and I’m sure there are a ton that I’ve forgotten. There’s also a narry only fic rec blog called @thenarrystore that posts every day so that’s a good place to find more!

#handleidreaper #answered #fic rec #narry fic rec #narry

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askaphmaine · 6 years

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Los Angeles looked out over the absolute mess in front of her. Montpelier gave a nervous laugh.

“Sorry. I know you enjoy all that ‘romantic’ junk but I guess I messed it up again, huh?” He looked down, feeling embarrassment wash over him. “If you want to leave and never talk to me again, I-” A pair of arms wrapped around his waist, cutting him off mid sentence.

“I love it. I love you. Thank you so much, Monty.” His face went bright red. She...loved him?

I thought of this excerpt last night at around 3am, which lead to me sort’ve redoing the old ‘lospelier’ story. I’m still not overly happy with it and honestly, I feel like it fails to show just how AWFUL with romance Monty is and just how bad the two of them are when it comes to feelings. It does, however, correctly show just how little the three capitals of Northern NE care about meetings.

If there was one thing Montpelier didn’t understand, it was romance. Sure, his brother had experience and was known to be a cliche romantic, but Monty himself? Not a chance. Which made everything much harder once he met Los Angeles. At first, he simply shrugged the girl off. Her glamorous nature and over extravagant tastes clashed with his more simple lifestyle, not to mention her ‘advice’ tended to get on his nerves. Sure, she was pretty. Hell, he was proud that when he first met her, he pulled her out of the path of a car. Just like a hero in one of those movies she produced. Maybe he wasn’t a lost cause. Until he realized she was just...staring. As ‘cool’ as saving someone is, he forgot about how terrifying an ordeal can be. She really needed time to process things. So he left her with her sister, planning on complaining to his close friends on the ride home. He was hopeless.

It wasn’t too long after that he began seeing more and more of LA. As lovely as a sight it was, with her golden curls and deep sea blue eyes, it was easy to learn what type of man she liked. And it wasn’t him. It never was. She liked her lifestyle, full of suits and parties. He didn’t. He liked mud and hunting, his wild, carefree life. Not spas and politics. However, she didn’t seem to get that.

“With that, that’s the end of the meeting. I hope everyone will be prepared for next time. We have a lot more to talk about.” With that statement from D.C., another long capital meeting was over. He groaned, shoving his ‘paperwork’ and ‘notes’ into his bag. Most of the papers were simply scribbled on, so he would appear as if he cared about whatever it was that DC went on and on about. A couple had drawings, simple pencil sketches of what had been happening, DC yelling at everyone to shut up, Concord making and throwing paper airplanes, Augusta pointedly avoiding everyone by hiding under the table, anything interesting.

“Oh, Montpelier! Just the capital I wanted to see!” Yeah, right. As much as he wanted to leave, to act like he hadn’t heard her, he didn’t. He never did. As much as he knew he wasn’t her type, she damn near drowned him in attention, taking every opportunity to jump on him, even occasionally kissing his cheeks. Try as he did to ignore the feelings bubbling up, he grew fond of it, even if it was just an extreme thank you for saving her. Or even if it was a way to butter him up to change him. The only part he could do without were her various comments on his life.

“You know, you’d look so much nicer in a suit! Or anything out of that disgusting plaid. You should let me take you shopping!” Just like that one. He couldn’t understand how she thought those kind of comments were okay. He liked his shirt, it had been a gift from his brother. Sure, it was a bit worn but it fit fine and was warm. This was just the tip of the iceberg. Her comments normally flew right past him. But he was tired. Tired of being forced to meet the other capitals, tired of hearing about her comments, just tired. “U-um, Montpeli-?”

Still, maybe storming off wasn’t his best idea. Maybe flipping L.A. the bird wasn’t either. The cursing was completely unnecessary, that much he’d admit. Especially the bits in French. Regardless, Montpelier didn’t stick around the meeting room to see the aftermath of his actions. He had soda to drink and cars to work on. He didn’t have time to deal with western drama. He had his own life to live and obviously, she wasn’t going to have much of a part in it. Sadly, it seemed he wouldn’t be getting out of things so easily.

“Okay, I get it. She pissed you off. She’s been pissing you off. But you and I both know she didn’t mean it like that, you asshole. Now I’m getting dragged into your lovers-spat by everyone else.” Concord hissed, glaring at the other capital. He stayed under the truck, rolling his eyes at his best friend’s dramatics.

“It’s not a damn lovers-spat. Just toss me my fucking wrench and shut it, dude. She’s old enough to deal with the consequences, she’ll get over it.” A dull thud hit the area to the left of Monty’s head. “Thank you.” A groan followed. “Alright, listen. I understand she gets on your nerves. I really do. But you literally made her cry. Maybe you should explain what pissed you off so much. It might make things-” Loud clanging interrupted Concord’s nagging. Monty slid out from his work.

“Explain? EXPLAIN? YOU DON’T THINK I’VE TRIED? IT JUST FLIES OVER HER HEAD. I TRY TO BE NICE, I TRY TO BE PATIENT AND CALM AND WHATEVER FUCKING ELSE I CAN DO. SHE JUST DOESN’T GET IT!”

“Dude, stop yell-”

“NO! SHE ACTS ALL HIGH AND MIGHTY JUST BECAUSE SHE’S BASICALLY RICH AND THINKS SHE CAN WALTZ INTO MY LIFE AND COMMAND ME TO CHANGE? SHE DOESN’T WANT ME, SHE WANTS A LITTLE BOY TOY SHE CAN ABANDON ONCE SHE GETS BORED. YOU THINK I’M NOT SMART ENOUGH TO REALIZE THAT? THAT I’M NOT SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT SHE HATES THE VERY CORE OF WHAT I AM?”

“You’re crying.”

“Fuck.” A soft sob. “Off.”

“Yeah, no can do. Like it or not, you’re part of Northern New England. You’re stuck with me.” Concord wrapped an arm around the other boy’s shoulders. “We’re basically family, like it or not. I know she doesn’t listen. I get it. She’s stubborn, that’s for sure. But here’s my plan, okay? Trust me, it’s a doozy.”

Silence. Never had LA felt more uncomfortable. Monty was acting odd, showing no emotion, a huge change from his normally smiley nature. After what had happened, she expected him to avoid her. Obviously he was upset, which made the request to meet up a shock. She wasn’t expecting an apology from him at all but she also certainly wasn’t expecting him to be emotionless and cold.

“You need to stop.” Monotone. He watched her shudder.

“Stop…what?” He wanted to wince at how small she sounded. Here they were, one of the largest cities in the nation and someone who didn’t even classify as one. And he was the terrifying one.

“Acting like a lovesick idiot. Grabbing me. Kissing my cheeks. The flirting and the attempts to change me and make me into some ‘rich and fancy boy’ need to stop.” Confusion. He watched her mouth those words back to him, before a look of shock set in.

“I’m…sorry. I never meant…Never mind. I’ll stop. I swear on everything I own, I’ll stop.” With that, she left. If this was his plan, why did Monty’s heart feel like it had been stabbed? It had worked, hadn’t it?

For weeks, she avoided him. No hellos, no glances, nothing. What used to be sketches of various parts of the meeting turned into her, often times with her hair pulled up. These were burned the second he made it home. Finally, the meetings ended, leading to a small break where he was able to settle back in at home. Fall had just begun, the leafs turning various, vibrant colors. His own, personal heaven.

Most of the time, Monty was left alone outside of meetings and his fellow New Englanders, something he honestly preferred. Just about everyone else annoyed him and his brother, which lead to their house being hidden in the mountainous woods of the Green Mountains. Even now, he had woken up as normal and was beginning to prepare breakfast, which in this case was pancakes. Actually, when wasn’t it pancakes?

Then he heard the doorbell echo through the room. No one, not even his ‘family’, the other New Englanders, visited this early. They all had things to do and they all understood that the Vermont Mounties did not like dealing with anyone besides each other before noon. A glance at the stove clock told him it was only 8 am, four hours before the so-called barrier was lifted. There were only three options for that bell going off. One was that Liam got locked out and was either drunk or hungover. The second was an emergency. Third, some flatlander had shone up. Monty didn’t even want to think it was the third.

The world loved proving him wrong. Apparently, either karma or fate hated him. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he took in the sight before him. LA in a ponytail was cute, sure. As was the the muddy jean cut-off shorts and torn plaid-like shirt but none of the outfit suited the girl. Where were her heels? Her dress? Honestly, he would’ve been happier with the surprise if she was wearing that. Whatever she was in now was just… awkward.

Monty didn’t have the energy to produce the ‘Mainer’ personality he had worked on. Hell, he didn’t even have the energy to listen as she tried speaking about trucks. Something about…mud driving? He held the bridge of his nose, leaning on the doorframe.

“LA, it’s 8 in the morning. How did you even find my house?” Silence. “Alright, listen, I’m too tired for this whole ‘interaction’ thing and would really prefer to just eat my breakfast in peace.”

“Oh…sorry. I guess I must be annoying, huh.” He felt a sigh escape. She sounded so sad. Why did she have to act like this? As cute as it was, she looked incredibly uncomfortable, tugging on the somewhat tight clothing.

“Listen, no one, and I mean no one, is allowed to visit Vermont and I until 12pm.” A gasp.

“Ah, I’m so sorry, I didn’t-“

“If you annoy me, I’m kicking you out. No second chances here, got it?” A soft ‘huh?’ floated to his ears. He opened his eyes, leaning forward. “Look, you’re lucky it’s fall. It may not get cold in your part of the country but here? You’ll freeze in that. I also doubt you’ve eaten. I may not be a very open person but I’m not heartless. Just get inside, you can borrow some of my clothes. They may be big, but at least they’re clean. And actually cover you.” He muttered the last part before shoved himself up, not even glancing behind him to see if she was following. The door closed, though he didn’t hear any footsteps. “Just take your shoes off and follow me.”

Silently, she listened, much to his shock. He had to admit, he was expecting resistance. It didn’t really hit him what was happening until he was standing in his room, looking for clothes. LA was in his house. LA was going to be wearing his clothing. Hell, she was going to be eating his cooking. He felt his heart skip a beat and quickly thanked whatever cosmic force had caused his brother to vanish.

“You’ll have to wear some sweatpants and a t-shirt, nothing else I own will fit you. Any complaints?” He questioned, doing his best to hide how nervous he suddenly felt. A glance at her was responded to with a shake of the head. “Good. Here, try these.” With that, he tossed her a pair of gray sweats, a black shirt, and a plaid button up. “You’ll want to wear all of it. It’s cold and our heater hasn’t been prepared for winter yet.” Monty didn’t hang around, vanishing downstairs to the kitchen, avoiding her eyes.

Once downstairs, he fought his blush back as he continued his task of cooking, hoping to at least blame the redness on the heat from the pan. Luckily, it took a couple of minutes for LA to reappear, keeping her head down. Monty was more than a bit pleased that she kept the ponytail.

“I’m sorry for showing up and making you feel like you had to help me.” He felt himself groan, tapping his spoon to the side of the skillet.

“Listen, just sit. This batch will be done soon. And trust me, someone showing up at my door first thing in the morning does not make me want to help them. Very much so the opposite.” He could hear a sharp intake of breath as she pulled a chair out. “Alright, I don’t have the energy for the ‘Maine’ thing, so just listen. I get you’re trying to connect with me for whatever reason. I’m not that dumb. While you may have gone about it in an awful way-“

“I should’ve listened to Izzy…” He paused at the whisper.

“I have no clue who ‘Izzy’ is but yeah. You really should’ve. Not that it was offensive or anything. Just obnoxious. Do you remember what my point was during our meeting a couple of weeks ago?”

“You felt like I was trying to control you. And that my interests were obnoxious. And I promised I’d stop but here I am…”

Yea- What?” Confused, Monty turned, setting a plate in front of the blonde.

“Was I…wrong?” A confused laugh rose in his throat as he stared at her.

“Uh, yeah? I never said anything about control not your interests. I said you were-” Oh. Silence. Slowly, he sat across from her, staring at his plate. Placing his elbows on either side, he dropped his face into his hands. Here he thought it was over. “I didn’t mean you were controlling me. Trust me, Vermont tries to all the time. I’m used to things like that. And I didn’t mean your interests were wrong.”

“Then what was I doing?” The almost begging tone nearly got him to lift his head. Nearly.

“You were trying to change me. Even if you didn’t mean to, you were. I’m not a suit and tie kind of person. I’m not into fashion, I actually couldn’t care less. Vermont and I are outdoorsy guys who wear a lot of plaid. We go mudding- wait, is that what you meant by mud driving?” He looked up, shaking his head, laughing at the thought. He pressed him palms into his cheeks. “Never mind. We go mudding, hiking, and hunting. I fix cars and trucks for fun. I’m not what you’re used to, LA” For the first time, he looked her right in the eyes. “I’m not a toy you can dress up. I’m not interested in that life. I can’t think of a person who would be.”

“T-toy? I never…I never meant to come across like that. And I never wanted you to change! I just thought you’d look, you know, nice in that style of clothing. Not everyday but one in a while.” With a deep breath, she closed her eyes. Monty blinked. He hadn’t realized he had been staring until she moved. “I never saw you as some sort of ‘toy’. In fact, you remind me of Izzy and Nathan- I mean, Sacramento and Northern California. I guess I thought you’d react to the comments the same way they do, with a eye roll and a laugh. But they did grow up with SoCal and I. They’re used to it. I’m very sorry for coming across that way.” She slowly opened her eyes, keeping her head down. For a couple of minutes, the two of them sat there, L.A. picking at the pancakes and Monty watching her. After a moment, he asked a question that had been on his mind for a while.

“Alright, so I get the comments part. But what about the lovesick attitude? I doubt you treat your family that way.” If anyone asked, both would swear to the grave that LA didn’t blush. LA to keep her image and Monty wanted to keep the ability to see the bright red girl to himself. The stuttering only helped further the redness. He felt warmth rise to his own cheeks. “I see. Well, it should be noted that I didn’t like the outfit you wore here.”

“I, uh, kinda figured… I should pay Izzy back for it before I forget.”

“Good to know. Let me make one think clear, though. Changing for someone else is stupid. And that includes yourself. So, we both know you know nothing about trucks, mudding, ect. What do you enjoy? Besides fashion, I mean.”

“Well, I can, like, surf. Even. In. Heels.” He could see pride well up in her after the statement. Even if the ability to surf in general was interesting to the landlocked capital.

“See, now we’re getting somewhere. That’s an actually interesting fact. What about movie-“

“I am literally Hollywood. I know all the easter eggs, the classics, everything.” She scooted closer, a gleam in her eyes. Monty smirked.

“Oh? Well, then we have something in common. I just so happen to have a movie collection. Shall we pick through it?”

“You. Are. On.” LA practically launched herself from the chair, food all but forgotten. Monty chuckled, grabbing both plates. Might as well eat as they watch, right? “Oh, and Montpeli-“

“Just call me Monty.”

“Alright, Monty. I just wanted to tell you to call me Lizzy.” He was glad she looked away after that smile. If he had been red before, he didn’t want to know what color he was now.

“Deal.” He lead the girl into his shared living room. And felt like screaming. The entire room was a mess, various guns and knives laying around, not to mention a couple of beer bottles. He closed his eyes, hoping that he was imagining the room’s state. “Uh, sorry. Guess Liam and I haven’t cleaned up in a while. Jacob and Connor are the only two who visit a lot.” He gave a shaky laugh. If how he acted didn’t scare her off, this had to. He glanced over as she took in the mess in front of her. “I, uh, doubt my room is much better. Sorry, Lizzy.” A giggle surprised him.

“Wow, this is just so...you!” The girl leaned over in laughter, much to his embarrassment. I mean, she wasn’t wrong. “How about this, you clear off the couch and table and I’ll pick a movie. We both know I should not be allowed to touch a gun in any capacity.” If he was unsure before, Monty was certain now that he was falling head over heels.

“Um, alright. The movies are in the bookcases.” As she looked over the wall of videos, Monty got to work cleaning. It wasn’t too hard, as most of the lockers were nearby, though he did curse his dear brother’s name at the obscene amount of knives littering the room. Who the hell needed that many ornate knives? Not his brother, that was for sure. A gasp caught his attention.

“Dude, you have BeetleJuice? Guess what we’re watching first!”

“I mean, it was filmed here in Vermont. We have a system. ‘Filmed in A New England State’, ‘Takes Place in a New England State’, and ‘Other’. 13 different groups, some overlap. Maine’s are best viewed around Halloween.”

“Oh, please. Carrie is a classic and is perfect for viewing year round. Anyone who says otherwise is a liar.”

“And I’m sure Maine would agree with you.” Finally, the area was free of dangerous weapons. “Done.” She jogged over, tossing him the DVD case. As he turned to put it in, a metallic noise caught his attention. Glancing back, he was slightly horrified to see her holding one of the more showy blades. He quickly spun around. “Oh, sorry. Let me just…”

“Okay, now this is a pretty knife. What’s it for?”

“Um, mostly just show. Most of Liam’s knives are useless.” She nodded, carefully handing it to him.

“Still, it looks cool.”

“Yeah, how about we watch the movie. I’d rather ignore the issue of my brother and his creepy love for knives.”

Hours later, Liam staggered up the steps to his home. He wasn’t drunk but just tired. The trip to Mass left him exhausted. Dealing with Mass in general left him exhausted. Opening the door, he faintly heard the sounds of a movie. It sounded like the selection screen, though he had to doubt this. There was no way Monty would just leave a movie running, not even for food. Slowly, he crept towards the entrance to the shared living room. Sneaking a glance in, he saw a lump under a blanket, larger than his brother would be. Carefully moving closer, he took note of all the food bowls scattered around. Once he reached the sofa, he saw something he knew he’d hold over Monty for a while. Curled up, fast asleep, was Monty and a girl. But not any girl, oh no. Los Angeles herself was curled up on his chest, slumbering peacefully. ‘My little brother, off falling in love with a westerner.’ Liam thought, leaning over to pull the blanket up further. It was going to be a cold night. A smile found its way onto Liam’s lips as he glanced down at the two. Tugging at Monty’s was a soft smile of his own.

#APH Los Angeles #aph montpelier #lospelier #fanfic post

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yeolkisses · 7 years

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Get to Know Me Tag!

Tagged by the amazing @exosmutxoxo (I was honestly very surprised)

Rules: Answer the 20 questions in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

Nickname: Depends on who you ask. My family calls me “Goose” (I don’t know why) and sometimes @spcequeenren calls me Ari.

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Leo (but I read somewhere that I could count as a Cancer)

Height: 5′7″

Time right now: 11:14 pm

Last thing I googled: My school website because I needed to make sure my Language Arts teacher wasn’t collecting my (unfinished) essay tomorrow

Favorite Bands: American Authors, Oh Wonder, The Chainsmokers, DNCE, The Lumineers, Maroon 5, twenty one pilots...I don’t know, I haven’t listened to a variety of music in a while...I mostly play whatever I bought most recently on repeat because I’m too lazy to build myself a playlist.

Favorite Solo Artists: Daya, Passenger, Jaymay, Ellie Goulding, Adele, Alessia Cara...

Song stuck in your head: Boats and the Birds by Gregory and the Hawk...It just sprung into my head all of a sudden and now I’m wishing that I chose to do my Oral Interpretation for school with that song instead of the one I chose, because the one I chose is long and a major pain in the butt...

Last movie I watched: I think it was ‘So I Married My Anti-Fan.’ I stayed up super-late over the weekend to watch it.

Last TV Show I watched: We Bare Bears. My brother and I watched it while we were waiting for our parents to tell us to go to bed.

When did you create your blog: Honestly, never. This blog was created sometime in late July, like the 20th or something...Somebody thought it’d be a good idea to make me a tumblr for my birthday...*cough cough* @spcequeenren *cough cough*

What kind of stuff do you post: My original posts are usually me complaining about something or talking about Lord knows what. I mostly reblog a lot of EXO stuff, Luhan stuff, maybe a couple poems or something. There’s a little bit of Phan somewhere in here, and a picture I drew to enter a fanart contest a fic writer put on for ATLA. And there’s a lot of YOI reblogs too.

When did your blog reach its peak: I think that I’m still in the flatlands.

Do you have any other blogs: Yes. And I have not been maintaining it very well since I started it, and yet it is still more successful than this one, which isn’t surprising since this one is basically just a messy bunch of random things.

Do you get asks regularly: Hahaha, asks? What are those? (I’ve only had one ;-;)

Why you chose your URL: I didn’t. Again, a genius idea from someone. I would change it but I can’t think of anything to change it to, and I’d rather not bother at this point.

Following: Exo blogs, fic blogs, Lufan blogs, my friend, a mutual from WattPad, YOI blogs

Posts: Apparently, 1,655. Had no idea.

Hogwarts House: I don’t remember, it’s been a while since I took the quiz, but I’m prety sure it was Ravenclaw

Pokemon Team: I’m actualy what you could consider a Pokemon-virgin. Never got into it. don’t understand it. So...I’m on my team! Yay.

Favorite colors: Blue has always been my favorite, but I look good in reds.

Average hours of sleep: Suddenly I can’t count. This number changes all the time because I am an irresponsible, procrastinating insomniac.

Lucky Numbers: 1, 7, anything with 7, 23

Favorite Characters: Yurio Plisetsky, Phichit Chulanot, Guang-Hong Ji, Leo de la Iglesia, Donatello, Casey Jones, Zuko, Peeta, Katniss, Legolas, Kili, Cal Calore, America Singer, Prince Maxon, the Baudelaires, Kit Snicket, I could go on and on and on...

What are you wearing right now: My dad’s old shirt and a pair of blue basketball shorts because matching pajama sets are overrated.

How many blankets do you sleep with: Currently 4, I’ve found that it’s the ideal number for hiding the brightness of my phone screen when I stay up late, plus it’s very soothing to cocoon myself from life’s problems.

Dream job: Neurosurgeon and a writer

Dream trip: Well I’d like to go to a lot of places, for the food mostly. New Orleans, New York, Hawaii, South Korea, Italy...

I don’t have many to tag, but I’ll pick

@rissa-annnn, @spcequeenren, @najelonx, @gossipgurl101 (Peaches you better do it), and @ourtwohands. I honestly doubt anyone I tagged will do this, so if you see this, feel free to do it!

#tagged #about me #this was kinda fun

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