Reblog If You Aren’t Going To Give Up On One Direction During Their ‘break’

#freepalestine #fromtherivertothesea #fromtherivertotheseapalestinewillbefree

im noticing that for a lot of americans “free palestine” has been an ideological motto and symbol rather than them actually believing in their heart that freedom is attainable and necessary

“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)

First Date

‘Take a deep breath Niall, you’ll be fine.’ I thought to myself. Today is finally the day I have my first date with my life-long best friend and now she’s my girlfriend! dressing in a plain white shirt, with a blue plaid flannel, and my black skinny jeans, I got a few white roses for her, I know she loves them. I checked myself in the mirror for the last time, fixing my hair a bit. I sighed and smiled at myself. “I can do this.” I encouraged myself. I got into my car, setting the flowers in the passenger seat and driving to Y/N’s flat.

I finally arrived and took the roses and went to her floor. ‘Calm down Niall.’ I kept repeating in my head. I rang her doorbell and waited. “Coming!” I heard her beautiful voice say. She opened the door and she never fails to stun me with her beauty. She was wearing a simple sleeveless dark blue dress with a white bow at the side. Her lovely (y/h/c) hair curled slightly. “Hey beautiful.” I greeted, with an enormous smile plastered on my face.

She blushed. “Hi handsome.” She greeted. “T-These are for you.” I stuttered, handing her the roses.  “Aww, thank you, their lovely.” She said and kissed my cheek, making me blush. She put them in a vase. “Now, milady, how about I take you on that date?” I asked, extending my hand and slightly bowing. She giggled. “Of course.” She replied, and curtsyed, taking my hand.

I smiled as I held her hand and opened the car door for her. “Such a gentlemen.” She joked. I laughed and shut the door, quickly running to the other side. “So where are we going for our date?” She asked. “You’ll see beautiful.” I said, holding her hand and kissing it. I’ve never been this nervous and excited before.

We arrived, I made reservations at a small yet fancy looking restaurant. “Horan.” I said, giving my name to the front desk. “Right this way Mr Horan.” The waiter said. He led us to our table and I pulled out and tucked in her seat, then quickly going over to mine.

“Now, what would the lovely couple like to order?” He asked after handing us our menus. I quickly read it then glanced at her, seeing how adorable she looks when she reads, her eyebrows slightly furrowed and her lips are pouting. I ordered the steak and she ordered the spaghetti.

“What do you think of the place?” I asked. “It’s lovely, you definitely know my style.” She said. I smiled as she did as well. I reached my hand over the table to hold her hand. She blushed when I did, making me giggle slightly at her adorableness. “Well beautiful, how was your day?” I asked. She sighed and went on complaining about it. “But this date did make it better.” She said.

“Well I’m glad that I lightened up your day.” I said. “And how was your day?” I asked. “Tiring, same old same old, studio, record, planning for tour, although I was nervous and excited for this date.” I said. She smiled and giggled. Our food came and as we were eating, I giggled at her, seeing spaghetti sauce near her lips. “Just a sec princess.” I said, grabbing the napkin and reaching over the table to wipe her mouth.

She blushed in embarrassment and I smiled. “Thank you.” She said. “You’re adorable princess.” I said.  She gave her cute shy smile. After dinner we decided to take a walk in the park, the park where we always came.

“So many memories in this park.” I said. “Yeah, I remember we first met here.” I said. “I remember coming here all the time to get away.” She said. “I remember playing Frisbee here and you accidentally hit my face.” I said. She giggled slightly. “Sorry about that.” She said. I giggled and kissed her temple. While walking I moved my hand towards hers. slightly grazing it, then intertwining it. She smiled, as he held it back, She leaned into my side and I placed a light kiss on her forehead.

I drove back to her place, walking her to her front door. “I had a nice time tonight.” She said. I smiled. “Me too princess.” I replied. “So how about another date sometime?” I asked. “I would love that.” She said. We hugged, she laid her head on my chest and my lips pressed to her head, giving her sweet kisses. We pulled away. “Thanks Nialler, I’ll see you around.” She said and tiptoed to kiss my cheek. I smiled. “Everything for my princess.” I said and kissed her forehead. I made sure she got in safely and sighed contently.

I arrived home and changed, laying down on my bed and smiling at myself. I grabbed my phone and quickly texted her. ‘Goodnight Princess, sweet dreams, <3′ ‘Goodnight leprechaun, sweet dreams <3′ She texted back. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, that was just the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

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AN: Hi everyone, sorry for late update, school has been stressing me out. Anyways, enjoy this imagine!

~Yas

i love niall because his looks go from old irish man to hot college boyfriend to rich trust fund baby to ceo of a fortune 500 company

Bully

“Hey loser.” I heard, I mentally groaned when I heard his voice. Niall Horan, notorious for being one of school’s biggest bullies. I can’t believe I used to be best friends with him. He’s changed, and for the worse. I was pinned against the lockers, one of his arms, gripping mine and the other against the locker next to me. His face centimeters away from mine, although overwhelmed with fear, I couldn’t help but somewhat admire his features. 

His thin pink lips, His dyed blonde hair with his brunette roots, styled into a quiff, his button nose, his sharp jawline and finally, those ocean blue eyes that can strike fear with one glance yet somehow, so mesmerizing and... well, beautiful. 

“You’re looking fat and ugly as usual.” He snarled. I looked down, paying attention to my feet, yet tempted to look back and get lost in his eyes. “What’s the use of talking to a lonely nobody anyway?” He asked, and harshly pushed me away. 

I sighed as he walked away. What happened to that sweet boy I used to love? What do I mean used to, I know that sweet, carefree, little boy I fell in love with is still there, I know I’m wrong, but I refuse to believe he’s changed, I still believe that my Nialler is still there, but there’s nothing I can do to bring him back.

I sighed, walking to my next class, my head held low and wrapping my arms around myself. He’s right, I am a lonely nobody, Niall was my only and best friend, now I’m just a piece of shit that no one wants. Sitting at the back and covering myself with a hoodie. Slowly pulling my sleeve down and delicately tracing the scars I’ve caused.

“Oh my god! How lame are you to do that?” One of the bitches in the school came up to me, quickly hiding my wrist. “You self harm? Oh my god that’s so stupid of you.” “You know she actually looks good with those cuts.” “She’s and expert at it.” People gathering around me. I pushed past everyone and ran to the bathroom, knocking people as I did. 

Rushing into a stall and locking myself in it and tears flowing down my cheeks and muffling the sobs with my hand. What felt like hours of crying I finally finished and left, washing my swollen face and seeing my bloodshot eyes. I’m a mess. I sighed. “You’ve always been ugly Mel, that’s not changing.” I whispered to myself. Walking out feeling light-headed. Seeing Niall walk up to me, “Melody.” He called. That was the last thing that I heard when everything went black. 

Slowly opening my eyes, annoyed by the bright lights, and my head was pounding. “Where am I?” I groaned as I slowly sat up seeing...Niall, holding my hand and sleeping on the side of the bed. ‘What is he doing here?’ I thought. He flinched and sat up. “You’re awake! Oh thank goodness, you fainted.” He said and sighed of relief, seeing my sleeve rolled up and I quickly pulled it away from him. “I already saw it. “ He said. “Well, go ahead, make fun of me for doing it.” I said. “No baby.” He cooed and sat on the bed. “Why not? You’ve ruined my life already by hurting me, you left me, you’ve caused me enough grief. So why don’t you just torture me like you’ve always done.” I said, tears pouring out of my eyes. He sighed, reaching for my hands. “Get off me!” I shouted, pulling back, trying to get out of his grip. Pulling me into my chest and holding me tightly, while I was hitting his chest with my fists. 

Still holding onto me tightly, while crying my eyes out. I gave up, I feel to weak. The next thing I knew I was hugging him so tight, gripping onto the back of his T-shirt, crying silently in his arms. I felt I could lose him again if I let go.  “I’ve missed you so much.” I sobbed. “I’ve missed you too.” He cooed. Finally I ran out of tears, he did small circles on my back to calm me down and pressing his lips to my head. 

“Why?” I asked, my voice cracked from so much crying. “The doctors said you lost too much blood and apparently mentally exhausted.” He explained. “No, why did you turn on me?” I asked. He sighed and pulled away slightly. “Mel, I never meant to hurt you, I was forced to or you’d get hurt by the other bullies, I did it to protect you, but I only made it worse didn’t I?” He asked. I looked down, fiddling with my hands to avoid the question. 

He lifted up my chin, meeting with those beautiful eyes of his again, now full of concern and sorrow. “Mel, listen to me, I know I’ve hurt you, you don’t know how painful that is, to hurt the person that you love the most. Words can’t explain how regretful I am for doing all of those actions, saying all of those words. I despise myself for pushing you causing bruises when I wanted to run up to you and hold you. The words I said felt like a spear went through my heart every time it came out of my mouth. Mel, the word sorry isn’t enough for me to apologize, but please, I want my best friend back, I want to be with the girl who stole my heart.” He confessed. 

I did smile slightly, I know he’s sincere. “Nialler.” I called softly, he grinned when I called him by his nickname. I took his hands. “Let’s take baby steps okay? I need to get used to it again, hmm?” I asked, giving him a weak smile. “Of course princess.” He said smiling from ear to ear. We hugged, I can finally be in his arms again. 

It’s crazy how 6 months have past, now we’re as close just like before. I was walking by the field, when I heard his voice. “Munchkin!” He shouted, I turned around and he was running up to me and scooped me into a massive hug, lifting me up. I squealed as he did. We pulled away slightly, Niall still lifting me up. “What in the world happened?” I asked, giggling at how cute he looked. 

“I got into the school’s football(soccer) team!” He said excitingly. “Oh my god! That’s amazing Nialler!” I said and hugged him. We pulled away slightly, pushed by some guys running by, and our lips connected briefly. Quickly pulling away and blushing. He set me down. 

“Well, that was an awkward first kiss.” I said. “Well, why don’t we have a proper first kiss?” He asked, wrapping his arms around my waist. My cheeks heating up. He leaned in and softly and passionately kissed me. I melted into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with his hair. I felt as time had stopped and it was only us in the entire world. Pulling away reluctantly and smiling at each other. 

“So, how was your first kiss?” He asked smiling from ear to ear and leaning his forehead on mine. I smiled. “Amazing.” I replied. “Well, you can enjoy more kisses if you agree to have a date with me this weekend...” He said with his cheeky smile. I giggled and tiptoed to kiss his cheek. “I’ll see you at 7 then.” I said and winked,pulling away and walking to my next class, looks like turned out well after all. 

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AN: Hi lovelies! Here is a new Niall Imagine and I hope you enjoy it! <3 (Hope it’s not too long) 

Two of my favourite things, Disney characters and ONe Direction <3

this is so cute omg

You’re insecure

You’ve never thought of yourself as someone beautiful.... To you there were plenty of other girls, that were prettier, funnier, skinnier. Niall had managed to make you feel special, and maybe a little bit beautiful, but insecurity always took over you when the two of you met his fans. Plenty of them were better than you. They were sweet, they were more beautiful, they were fitter, just making your self esteem go down the drain. 

Every time Niall had gone out with the boys or at the studio, You would just stand in front of the full length mirror in your shared bedroom, pointing out every single flaw you had, Your nose looked weird, your eyebrows were too bushy, you had too much acne, you were too fat. These were only a few comments you said to yourself. 

You were doing the same thing today, pointing out your flaws had become a daily routine for you. You were snapped out of your trance when you felt a Niall’s strong arms wrap around your waist. “Hi beautiful.” He greeted, kissing your cheek. “Hi.” You greeted, in a soft tone. “Admiring yourself?” He jokingly asked. You smiled slightly. “No.” You replied, your smile instantly vanishing. His eyes sprung up at your sudden change of emotion. “Are you okay princess?” He asked, concern lacing his voice. You turned around, putting the best fake smile you could master. “I’m fine.” You replied. 

Niall wasn’t convinced. His bright cerulean eyes filled with concern and worry. He removed an arm from your waist, to caress your cheek. “No you’re not princess. What’s wrong?” He asked sternly. Looking down at your feet. “I’ll just burden you.” You said under your breath. He lifted your head up, making gentle eye contact with you. “You are not a burden. My love, please tell me what’s wrong.” He pleaded. you sighed, “I-it’s not that easy.” You breathed out, tears filling up in your eyes. 

He saw how you were struggling, not able to get any words out of your mouth. He wrapped his arms around you, placing your head on his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him, both of you holding each other tightly. You were bawling your eyes out, every single tear that you’ve kept in. You’ve never been like this, you’ve always been emotionally strong, keeping a smile on your face and trying to be happy for the sake of others. Now.... you had just broken down, and in all honesty, you needed to get things out. 

You cried until you couldn’t anymore. Niall had been comforting you all the way, all you ever needed was his embrace and as he place soft kisses on your temple. Pulling away slightly, as he rested his forehead on yours and wiped away your tears. “Can you tell me darlin’?” He asked, his voice calm and soothing. Letting out a deep sigh as he wrapped an arm around your waist. 

You were trying to gather some courage to speak, but your voice wouldn’t let you. “Babe, I want to help you, I really do.” He said, you could see the sincerity in his eyes. “I’m just so insecure of myself, I don’t think I’m a good friend, I’m not a good person, every single girl out there is so much better than me. They’re beautiful, they’re funnier, they’re more caring, they’re fitter, why did you pick this piece of trash when you could of had a diamond?” You asked. 

You leaned your head on his shoulder. “You probably don’t want me anymore...” You trailed off, that was what hurt you the most, losing him, but you knew it would happen. “Princess...” He started. You pulled away, looking at your feet, trying to avoid eye contact. He held your chin with his index finger and thumb, lifting your head up to make eye contact. “Yes, there are many girls out there that I could of had, but my love, you are a diamond as well, and out of all those diamonds out there, you shone the brightest to me. My love you have no idea how wonderful you are. You make me smile and laugh on my worst of days, you’re there to comfort me, anyone would be so overjoyed to have you in their life.” He comforted. 

His words did manage to make you smile slightly, just the corners of your mouth curling up a bit. “Melody, you are the only one I want, I wouldn’t trade you for absolutely anything or anyone. You mean the absolute world to me, you’re my everything.” He added, bringing you in for a sweet and passionate kiss.You smiled in mid kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, playing with his hair, as you felt your heart soar and butterflies in your stomach. Both of you pulling away reluctantly. “I love you.” You told him, your voice soft with a smile curling up your lips. “I love you so much more, and I am going to help you love yourself. I’ll be with you every single step of the way.” He replied with his charming smile. “Thank you.” You thanked quietly. 

Now you could safely say, that incident changed your life for the better. Niall has been absolutely wonderful with helping you, you’ve become confident, you’re not afraid to speak your mind, it’s okay if you don’t please everybody, you’ve put your happiness before others and you can definitely say you’re much happier than before, you couldn’t express your thanks to Niall in words, he’s done so much for you, he’s been your number one supporter and he was so helpful, how amazing he is to love you unconditionally while you were trying to love yourself. He’s the best person you have in your life, and nothing would change your love for him.

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Hi lovlies! Sorry it took so long for an update, I know this is really late but Happy New Year!! I hope we all have an amazing 2016, let’s hope this year treats the 1D fandom well(I highly doubt that but let’s try) I wish all of you the best love ya <3 ~ Yas 

don’t ever blink

No seriously guys, comment on peoples fic.

Writers as desperate for comments. Desperate. 

I’m in a writing group with around 40 people and one of the common reasons people don’t post their work is because “no one ever comments on it, so no one is reading it” which blows because their work is amazing and instead it’s sitting in storage.

Comments lead to posting more fic. Trust me. 

Odysseus: 600 men making our way back home to Ithaca!

*Polythemus swings his club around*

Odysseus: 593 men making our way back home to Ithaca.

*Poseidon wipes out the other 11 ships in the fleet*

Odysseus: ...43 men making our way back home to Ithaca.

*Elpenor's drunk ass falls off Circe's roof*

Odysseus: 42 men making our way back home to Ithaca, I guess.

*Scylla targets the torch holders*

Odysseus: 36 men making our way back home to Ithaca. Put that sword away, Eurylochus.

*Zeus strikes the ship with lightning*

Odysseus: 1 man making his way back home to Penelope and Telemachus. And by the gods, I will somehow make it.