#Louis red rocks sucked

[womenwithhighstandards]

Pls ignore this-

[finexbright]

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[around1302]

I. BIRTHDAY BLUES

SPARE PARTS: a series (1/20)

AVIVA STADIUM, DUBLIN

(W) strong language, alcohol & drug use

CHARLIE’S POV

“You know what your fuckin’ issue is?”

“Oh yeah? Tell me now, Charlie, right before we play to 50,000 people.”

“51,700, actually.”

“Bite me, princess.”

Harry, as always, was late. Twenty fucking minutes late. I thought, naively, that maybe he would surprise me. That this time, on the first show of our world stadium tour, he would actually rock up at the agreed-upon time. But no, twenty minutes after we were meant to be on stage, he rolled in as cool and collected as ever while I'd been pacing anxiously.

I had jumped up from my place by the covered speaker, promptly whacked him on his ridiculously polka-dotted shoulder, and began the earache for the rest of them (who all, by habit at this point, groaned and covered said ears).

“You guys ready?” A crew member interrupts us seconds from an actual fistfight and begins lifting the crimson curtain, one we’d all have about ten seconds to mentally prepare behind before a screen would be lifted and we’d be on display to (I am correct) 51,700 awaiting fans.

“Ready as we’ll ever be,” Niall answers, adjusting his guitar strap, “you guys think you can keep it in your pants for the next ninety minutes?”

Overlapping grumbles of disgust from Harry and I echo the small backstage as Louis thrusts his palm in the middle of us all. I roll my eyes but can’t help the small tug of my lips as the ritual begins. Liam follows, sticking his trusty drum sticks in his pocket to slap his palm atop Louis’. Niall joins, Harry’s ring-clad hand eventually makes its appearance, and I reluctantly top the pile.

“Spare Parts on three, yeah?” Louis asks, as if that wasn’t obvious by now.

“On three,” Liam affirms regardless.

“One,”

“Two,”

“Spare Parts!”

“Okay, you’re up,” Clipboard-Man lifts the heavy red curtain, making the screams suddenly louder, realer, scarier, “break a leg.”

“We’ll try not to,” I smile, trying not to let the nerves wobble my bottom lip as I barge past Harry to get to the front, not caring to turn for his reaction.

I know that for the next ninety minutes it will be all fake smiles and even faker laughs with my singing partner, so as he takes up his position beside me, I decide to steal one last scowl and a hissed, “this isn’t over,” before the screen suddenly lifts and there they are.

51 and fucking 700.

“Ire-land!” Niall shouts into the mic attached to his face, throwing his hands in the air as we all shakily step out and try not to pass out in front of the overwhelming crowd. We all knew going in that this was really Niall’s gig, and so he was more than happy to take the reigns for our first show.

You can barely see a person for the bright lights beaming back at the five of us, but by the edge of the stage you can just about see signs and fuck can you hear them. The cheers for us is something I can never get used to, no matter how long we’ve been doing it for. I imagine myself being old and gray and wrinkled and still surprised if I’m stopped in the street.

“It’s good to be home!” Niall’s met by the sounds of thousands of – apparently dying – fans, “Ireland, we have a special treat for you tonight.”

I stand with my arm leant against Louis, my usual safe haven, and laser my focus on the back of Harry’s head as he anxiously messes with his hair, just so I don’t have to watch the crowd.

“You good, Char?” Louis pulls down his mic and whispers, moving his bass out of my way. I send him an over-exaggerated (and unconvincing) nod, trying my hardest not to let the nerves crumble me into a dusty pile atop that stage.

Gigs? Fine. An arena tour? Done. But a stadium tour? A world stadium tour? I’m realising (in probably the worst place) just how new and terrifying this territory is.

“Today is a very special day for us,” Harry continues, turning around and glaring at me with wide, scolding eyes. I quickly take the hint, sucking in the last of my confidence to step forward to him, “because six years ago today, we were formed as a band.”

The crowd rips into cheers heard deafeningly even through my earpiece, and despite the plummeting feeling I have deep in my chest, I feel an aura of safety. Despite there being a lot, lot more of them than I’m used to – they’re here for us. They paid, they showed up, they’re screaming for us.

“We want to thank you all,” I boom, my voice leaving me firmer than I expected, “so much, from the bottom of all our hearts. We wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you guys.”

“We love you!” A fan yelps out amongst the screams.

“We love you more,” Harry quickly shoots back, ever the moment-stealer, “and to show you how much we love you,” he glances back at Niall, who begins to play a few opening cords of Teenage Dirtbag, “we’re going to play the very first song we ever sang together.”

Liam kicks in with the drums as I continue.

“Six years ago, we were nothing but strangers thrown together, and now we’re up here as a family,” I glance at Harry, a look that is met with a knowing – mocking – smirk. I try not to scowl, “thank you, Ireland. We love you. This is Teenage Dirtbag!”

Harry and I share an always oddly reassuring look as our earpieces give us the count-in and the opening notes of our first song begin.

Despite our off-stage hatred, on-stage we always seem to mesh. Maybe it’s because Harry Styles is so drastically different to Harry that he’s actually bearable, or maybe we’re just equally as terrified. Either way, as I begin to shakily sing her part, I don’t miss the way Harry watches me from the sidelines until I stand stronger in my voice and melt into Charlie Greene.

“I think last night was our best show yet.”

“You say that every show, Liam.”

“What? It’s true.”

“Will you guys shush,” scolding brogue suddenly emerges from the corner, “she’ll be here any minute.”

Cryptically, I kind of hope it all backfires. Amelia walks in too early, or she hates the balloons, or has the date wrong. As my hamstrings burn within their crouched position behind some seating, my eyes boring into the plushy velvet till I’m sure I hate the colour yellow, I wish that under some power of some God that Niall doesn’t win this one.

Call me petty, but I’m damn well allowed to be. It was me plaiting her hair and gossiping about our classmates and being her shoulder to cry on for the most part of our lives. I was supposed to be the one who bought all the pink glittery vodka out, and ensure the only music playing from the jukebox will be Red (TV) and, and… well, fuck.

It’s perfect. He’s perfect. They’re perfect.

I hate this.

“Do you want to make it any less obvious you’re bitter about this whole thing?”

“Shut up, Louis,” I grumble, not bothering to meet his eye. I already know it’s going to be judgmental, “I’m the worst friend in the world, I’m allowed to be pissed.”

“Maybe, but suck it up for one night, yeah?”

I flag him in the dark, our eyes so adjusted at this point he sees clear as day and flases me a sarcastic grin right back. He’s right – I do need to suck it up, but with how busy I’ve been lately with the new album and tour preparations, I should have at least planned my best friend’s 22nd to make up for the lost time. She’s been excited for this day since we were twelve and replayed Taylor Swift dancing in heart glasses and a (questionable) fedora a trillion times.

Niall had organised everyone to be at Malibu’s for half seven before getting Zayn to shoot Amelia a text to meet at eight. According to her, this was going to be a semi-normal Friday night at our usual; she’d be hanging out with Zayn as the rest of us are ‘still in Ireland.’ Except, we’d all be jumping out of the darkness when the door chimes open. The last person to arrive did so about ten minutes ago, omitting, of course, one exception…

The usual exception.

where are u ??

Sent 19:35

seriously, where are u

Sent 19:40

dude.

Sent 19:46

this isn’t funny, this is lia’s day

Sent 19:50

HELLO??

Sent 19:55

i genuinely hope u get crushed in traffic

Sent 19:59

To be late to everything is one thing, but to be late to a surprise party for not only my best friend but a subsequent good friend of the whole band is taking the piss. Amelia’s due any minute, and–

A rectangle of light flows into the room, the door chimes – fuck, it’s showtime, and I’m riddled with frustation while I should be tingling with pre-emptive happiness for my friend. Anticipation straightens my spine as Niall flicks the light on by the door and we all jump out popping glittery confetti and yelling jovial surprises to…, not Amelia. Harry barely looks up from his phone as everyone murmurs collective confusion and groans of annoyance at the wasted string now adorning the bar floor.

“God, you’re a fucking idiot, H,” Niall grabs his arm, yanking him to the side as his eyes flicker around the room, seemingly taking this all in as if this is news. Niall turns to us, presumably to tell everyone to get back in place and forget the fact all the party poppers are ruined, but not a few moments later the actual birthday girl appears in the doorway. Everyone yells surprise again, this time a little weaker.

I wish I could see her face, but I’m too busy hoping the phrase ‘if looks could kill’ is true as I glare at Harry. In his (teeny tiny) defence, he looks genuinely confused, and we’re all running on two hours of sleep and a whole bunch of heat exhaustion. But, the several texts I sent and the fact this has been discussed in endless amounts in the past few weeks feed him little sympathy from me.

“Sorry, Lia,” Niall starts, “this was meant to be a surprise party, but–”

“You threw me a party? You’re here?”

“Yes, but–”

“Baby!” Amelia squeals, jumping into her boyfriend’s arms. I half roll my eyes, of course, she doesn’t care she’s walked into an awkwardly bright ‘surprise’ where the guests are uncomfortably half crouched behind furniture and the bar. She’s human fucking sunshine, she has no idea Harry just ruined it all – lest if she does, she doesn’t care. Niall waves to everyone from behind Amelia’s embrace to get on with the party, so the jukebox kicks in and people start to crawl their way to all the pink vodka sitting atop the polished bar.

Louis, Liam and I are finally able to stretch our legs, and Harry’s attention shifts back to his phone. It takes everything in me not to follow him and beat the everliving shit out of that motherfu–

“Charlie! You’re here too!”

My violent thoughts are cut off by Amelia suddenly before me, beaming and looking kind of surprised. A little offended, I engulf her in a hug, trying not to spiral into why my best friend seems shocked I’m at her birthday party. She just thought we’d be in Ireland, that’s all. Nothing to do with me. Or my schedule. Or my not being there lately.

We pull from each other, my mouth opening to wish her a happy birthday, say anything, but Louis pulls her into a hug and my distracted eyes catch Harry behind her. The rage that fills me at just the sight of his back is so familiar at this point, I live day and night with the feeling. I realise Amelia’s busy enough with the tens of people who came to celebrate her, so slinking away to the bar is easy enough.

"Your phone seems to be working fine, then."

I take up the sticky leather stool beside him, making him jump a little as he’s entirely engrossed in his device. God, he’s like a toddler. Harry sighs, setting his apparent lifeline face down atop the bar before tilting in his chair to face me, our denim-covered knees bashing together in the process.

"What are you talking about?"

My tongue pokes at my cheek to stop myself from biting his head off.

"I texted you. Like a million times."

"Ah,” he lifts his chin, “I had you blocked years ago, princess."

Why doesn't that surprise me? I roll my eyes and turn to face the racks of liquor, eyeing which bottle I'd most like to drown in first. A Harry-shaped blob moves in my peripheral, propping it’s elbow on the wood and leaning it’s head against it’s palm.

"I'm kidding. I was driving, I picked Amelia up.

"You picked her up?!” And I thought I couldn’t get angrier.

"That's what 'I picked up Amelia' means, yes."

I scramble for words, for sanity. "Why?"

"Her studio was on the way and I had time to kill."

He’s un-fucking-believable, “you couldn't have at least let her walk in first?"

At this point, I genuinely can't tell if Harry really forgot this was meant to be a surprise or if he’s just that self-centred. Probably a healthy mix of both.

"Apparently not. Now, this is lovely," he straightens, grabs his phone and nods to someone behind the bar. I follow his gaze, seeing (predictably) Rachel waiting beside the staff exit, bottom lip between her teeth, a joint between her fingers, "but I'm going to talk to people I actually like."

I let his little comment slide, settling for a scoff and a grumble beneath my breath as he disappears behind the bar. Slinging his arm around Rachel, Harry takes the joint from her and the two of them enter the smoking area together.

"Hey, stranger."

I snap out of my frustration-fuelled daze, blinking back to a reality where Zayn’s standing before me – all kind whiskey eyes and awaiting smiles and inky marks peaking from his usual black shirt. I grin, the type of happiness I only ever get from him distracting me and pulling me back to Earth.

"Z, hey!"

"What're you drinking?" He slings a towel over his shoulder, leaning his forearms against the bar as he becomes close. Dangerously close. Close enough for me to smell his sagey aftershave and spilt liquor. I hum, avoiding his eye to browse the racks again.

We met Zayn years ago when trying to discover bars that wouldn’t be swamped with paps, and all became fast friends with him when he offered us discounted drinks for tattoo practice. And, low and behold, three years down the line, we're all borderline alcoholics with shitty tattoos.

Him and the pap-less element of Malibu’s keeps us the dive bar’s most loyal customers, because fuck me if the drinks aren’t bad. Zayn’s one of the best people I know – terrible bartender, though. The worse. He's always said bartending is just a way to make ends meet while he works on his art, and I believe him, but God I hope he meets those ends soon. I'm always cautious when ordering from him, and as much as I'd love to get absolutely wasted tonight, alcohol poisoning's probably not the way to go.

"Tequila?"

"Right up," he winks, turning to grab some Don from the top rack. While he's getting my shots ready, I notice Harry’s return: Rachel-less and a little more rugged than before. He coughs as he sulks behind me and takes his seat back up, brushing his long locks back and behind his ears. I squint my eyes as I study him; he messes with his hair, then coughs again, then adjusts the buttons on his shirt, and then messes with his hair one last time.

Zayn lays out three shots accompanied by three limes and three pots of salt, and after Harry has ordered himself a whiskey I can't help myself.

"Five minutes has to be a record."

He sighs, nodding thanks toward Zayn after he sets down the glass and leaves to serve another customer.

"Try not to sound too jealous, Charlie."

I scoff, preparing myself for my first shot, “what of? A five-minute snog?"

"Eugh," Harry splutters. I pause while lining up a line of salt on the back of my hand.

"What?"

"That word."

I pique, "what word? Snog?"

He shudders, bringing his glass up to his lips. “Don’t say it again."

"God, you're twelve," I take a deep breath – I'm terrible at shots – lick the salt, shoot the shot, and suck the lime till the bitterness overpowers the petrol-like burning stops it’s Hellish trail down my throat, "what would you call it then?" The question leaves me a little rougher than I intended, and Harry’s low chuckle at my struggle seems to prolong the recovery time.

"I don't know," he clears his throat, "how about we do it then you tell me?"

I pause, once again, mid-line. He full-on belly laughs, now.

"You're disgusting," this one seems to go down harsher, but something in me tells me it's because Harry just put that image in my head.

"Least I'm not bagging free drinks from my ex."

I shake my head, my eyes squeezed shut while I juggle recovering and coming back with something witty.

"They're not free," fumbled the witty thing, seemingly, “and he’s not my ex.”

I push the two empty glasses aside, mentally preparing myself for my third and final shot. The good thing about my alcohol tolerance is that it is worryingly low. These shots will do me for the next few hours; enough to have me dancing on tables, not enough to make my head bang any more than it usually does in the show we have tomorrow.

“Right,” he gives me a look behind the whiskey glass, the rim just brushing his bottom lip as his arched brows raise, “just someone you used to frequently bang and cried about, what was it… five times one night?”

"Whatever," I’m sick of this salt now, "at least I have somewhat of an ex," I coat my tongue with the bitter crystals, asking a muffled, "how long was your relationship, again?"

Harry swallowed the last of his whiskey, "five minutes, according to you.”

taglist: @lilfreakjez @be-with-me-so-happily

[orangerainforest]

drop your fav fics everrrr

*gasp* ANON ! okay i have so many but since you didnt give me a number and a category i'll just list down the ones that come to mind right at this moment.

to lure a hummingbird (you had me moonstruck) by @broken-beaks

Or: An enemies-to-lovers fic where Harry and Louis are neighbours who are forced to get along due to the inconvenience (or convenience) of a broken lift.

any thrill will do by @star55

It’s a Tuesday when Harry’s motorbike stops working. This is a catalyst for her entire life changing forever. She just doesn’t know it yet.

say something by @kingsofeverything

At fifty years old and recently divorced, Omega Harry Styles isn't interested in dating. When his doctor suggests a heat and rut matching service, he signs up out of necessity. It’s the only use he has for an Alpha in his life. Twenty-eight-year-old Alpha Louis Tomlinson aims to change that.

the changer and the changed by @homosociallyyours

It’s the spring of 1977 and Harry Styles has just moved to New York City after graduating college. She knows she’s a lesbian. She just needs to figure out how to meet other lesbians. Louis Tomlinson works at a popular women’s bookstore in the Lower East Side, Womon’s Direction, where she spends her days reading feminist literature, writing poetry, exchanging friendly barbs with her boss Niall, and dreaming of finding someone to love.

keep me closer by @zanniscaramouche

Louis expects Harry to react poorly, maybe even file a formal complaint and that’s gonna suck ass but Louis won’t say shit cause he knows he deserves it, so he prepares an apology before Harry’s even turned around. What he doesn’t expect is Harry to fucking drop.

lightning strikes twice by @dinosaursmate

Rock star Harry Styles was nineteen when he met Louis, a groupie with a huge heart that Harry couldn’t quite shake from his mind. Fate granted him a second chance at the age of sixty, his washed up and lonely existence being transformed by a widower with a bookshop.

bleeding love by @gaycousinlarry

Louis is an animal rights activist who throws red paint at fur coat wearing it-girl Harry Styles. Then there's a crack in the surface and something new starts bleeding through.

love in the dark by @brightgolden

Where Louis is an ambitious Advisor Council that is reluctant to find a mate, and his father takes the matter into his hand while Harry is the valedictorian in his kingdom destined for better things than an arranged marriage.

divinely blessed by @thinlinez

Alpha Harry prides himself on having the bravest and most caring omega who might or might not just fulfill his sudden curiosity.

soul of the sea by vurdoc

Louis lives a nomadic lifestyle. Never settling down in one place for long, he finds himself caught in a storm, as he’s passing through a small Scottish seaside town. Everywhere is full, except the old B&B perched up on an isolated hill near the coastline, where the recluse owner isn’t what he seems.

no chance at all by @lululawrence

Or the one where Louis just wants to drink good coffee and work on his homework in peace, but the alpha barista is charming to everyone but him, and that just pisses him off.

[dailyanarchistposts]

Appendix III: Nesting Associations.

Audubon’s Journals (Audubon and his Journals, New York, 1898), especially those relating to his life on the coasts of Labrador and the St. Lawrence river in the thirties, contain excellent descriptions of the nesting associations of aquatic birds. Speaking of “The Rock,” one of the Magdalene or Amherst Islands, he wrote: — “At eleven I could distinguish its top plainly from the deck, and thought it covered with snow to the depth of several feet; this appearance existed on every portion of the flat, projecting shelves. “But it was not snow: it was gannets, all calmly seated on their eggs or newly-hatched brood-their heads all turned windwards, almost touching each other, and in regular lines. The air above, for a hundred yards and for some distance round the rock, “was filled with gannets on the wing, as if a heavy fall of snow was directly above us.” Kittiwake gulls and foolish guillemots bred on the same rock (Journals, vol. i. pp. 360–363).

In sight of Anticosti Island, the sea “was literally covered with foolish guillemots and with razorbilled auks (Alca torva).” Further on, the air was filled with velvet ducks. On the rocks of the Gulf, the herring gulls, the terns (great, Arctic, and probably Foster’s), the Tringa pusilla, the sea-gulls, the auks, the Scoter ducks, the wild geese (Anser canadensis), the red-breasted merganser, the cormorants, etc., were all breeding. The sea-gulls were extremely abundant there; “they are for ever harassing every other bird, sucking their eggs and devouring their young;” “they take here the place of eagles and hawks.”

On the Missouri, above Saint Louis, Audubon saw, in 1843, vultures and eagles nesting in colonies. Thus he mentioned “long lines of elevated shore, surmounted by stupendous rocks of limestone, with many curious holes in them, where we saw vultures and eagles enter towards dusk” — that is, Turkey buzzards (Cathartes aura) and bald eagles (Haliaëtus leucocephalus), E. Couës remarks in a footnote (vol. i. p. 458).

One of the best breeding-grounds along the British shores are the Farne Islands, and one will find in Charles Dixon’s work, Among the Birds in Northern Shires, a lively description of these grounds, where scores of thousands of gulls, terns, eider-ducks, cormorants, ringed plovers, oyster-catchers, guillemots, and puffins come together every year. “On approaching some of the islands the first impression is that this gull (the lesser black-backed gull) monopolizes the whole of the ground, as it occurs in such vast abundance. The air seems full of them, the ground and bare rocks are crowded; and as our boat finally grates against the rough beach and we eagerly jump ashore all becomes noisy excitement — a perfect babel of protesting cries that is persistently kept up until we leave the place” (p. 219).

[monstersinthecosmos]

September 11, 1973

The car gives up about forty minutes from the California state line.

Daniel just sits there for a little while, slouched in the seat, staring ahead at nothing. Part of him thinks it’s good that it happened while the sun was out, safer this way, but he wonders how long he can make it before the desert heat suffocates him. 

Sweat is prickling around his hairline when he gives up. Grabs his cigarettes off the passenger seat and pops the hood. 

Truthfully, there’s only a few things he knows to check for, that his dad made sure to show him when he first started driving. Anything else is outside his purview. Not the oil, not the hoses, the belts look okay. He lights a cigarette and blows the smoke up towards the sun.

“Fuck.”

He drops the hood. Holds his hands on it long enough to burn, then leans in through the open window to grab his water bottle. A day old, and he left it in the car overnight. It tastes like plastic, but. Maybe he should save it, actually. 

There are no cars in sight. He walks out to the middle of the highway, just standing there, trying to remember when the last mile marker was, wondering if he can walk to the next town. 

He wonders how Louis got out to California, can’t help thinking about it. 

Not something he interrogated in the moment, but he tries to picture it now. And all the traveling he did with Armand. Was it all shipping themselves as cargo? Did they ever take nighttime train rides? Could they steal cars? There’s so much more he should’ve asked. 

His heart flutters. The horizon ripples in a heat mirage. He stomps his cigarette out on the pavement and thinks he should conserve these, too—only a few left—but he immediately lights the next one.

And he walks off the road, into the brush. At the last rest stop there had been signs to stay off the desert, with pictures of scorpions and snakes. Daniel rubs at the scab on his neck and thinks he doesn’t fucking care. He watches for them, but it doesn’t stop him. And he kicks at little rocks, and bends to look at a pile of bones, and pokes the spine of a cactus until a perfect red bead of blood rises on his finger.

All types of dangerous things out here. 

He sucks his finger as he heads back to his car. Thin and salty. Not like Louis said. It aches inside, though, wondering what it’s like for them. He flops into his driver seat, with the door open, with his legs hanging out onto the shoulder, and tries to imagine it. Not just little tastes like this, but… and taking life… 

Maybe someday…

And it’s fucking hot. 

He drinks his water. Tries to remember when he ate last. No breakfast this morning, he was too anxious. If he can get to a town maybe he can get food while they look at his car. 

It’s an hour of dozing, on and off, baking in the heat and finishing his water, making it down to his last smoke. He leaves it on top of the dashboard, staring at it, dozing off again when he finally hears another car.

Or, no, a truck. He pushes his hair out of his face and goes to stand in the road. Sticks his thumb out. 

The driver slows. Offers him a ride. He grabs his cigarettes and the tapes and climbs in.

It’s odd, being around a person. Trying to act normal. He tries to remember the interview skills, asking leading questions, but it’s like a foreign language now. He taps his foot up and down as he burns through the last cigarette, and the air conditioning vent blows in his face but he’s still sweating. The driver probably thinks he’s on drugs.

He’s kind enough, though. Doesn’t comment on it. Daniel probably heard all kinds of stuff about where this guy is from and what he’s carrying but none of it sticks. He pulls off the highway in Needles, just long enough for Daniel to hop out, and then he’s continuing back onto the highway. Daniel stares until the truck is out of sight, and reaches for his cigarettes, but the pack is empty.

Short walk to the gas station. And he buys cigarettes in the convenience store before he tries to wander around back to the garage to ask about his car. Probably should get water first, but he doesn’t think of it until the nicotine is pulsing in his brain. He steps back inside and buys a soda, instead. 

There’s a flyer by the register about the spooky series at the drive in, coming up in October. It starts on the sixth with a showing of The Innocents. His thumb brushes over the words and he remembers his cousin taking him to see it when it came out. 

He’d laughed out loud when the kid threw the turtle. She had elbowed him in the ribs.

Maybe he should’ve called her the other night, when he had the chance.

Still, Louis had said with a shrug. Who is going to believe you?

His hands are shaking around his cigarette as he wanders back to the garage. The older man at the desk in the corner takes pity on him and helps him open his soda. They can go tow his car, the man tells him, once the truck gets back from its current trip. He points to the motel down the street and says they can call him, that he might as well get a room because it’ll be a few hours, at least. 

He slept like shit last night, anyway. This is probably fine.

And the room has orange blankets and wood paneling on the walls and he bets the carpets have never been washed. He doesn’t care, though. He sets his bag down on the bed and opens it up, has to put his eyes on the tapes to make sure they’re still here. 

He moves his bag to the small table by the window, stares at it. Moves it to the dresser. No, not there either. Moves it inside the top drawer. 

Checks his watch.

He could shower, he guesses. Sweaty and covered in desert dust. And the water is scalding hot and the towels are thin but he feels more like a person when he comes out. 

Checks the tapes in the drawer.

The bite wounds are so soft from the shower. He presses his fingertips to them. It doesn’t hurt as bad anymore, but he sort of mourns it. He scratches at them until the scabs come off, and tastes his own watery blood again. Looks up to the mirror in time to see the tiny red trickles rolling down into his collar bone.

His neck is still bruised. He wonders if the truck driver noticed, or the gentleman at the garage. He wonders what they thought of him.

It doesn’t matter, though.

None of it matters now. 

They can’t know. 

[previous day] | [next day]

[dramatic-squirrel]

Daminette December Day 6- Giggle

@maribat-calendar-events

It was a really nice day, so Alya figured she'd make the most of it and do her research in the park. She needed as much sunlight and goodwill that she could get when researching the absolutely horrible state that the world was currently in. But she'd suffer through I in order to expand her journalistic abilities to more than just superheroes. Unfortunately, Alya didn't get to enjoy her time in peace.

Without a word, Damian walked up to Alya and held twenty dollars up front of her. "What are you doing?" She asked.

He looked annoyed at her question. "What does it look like I'm doing, I'm obviously paying you."

"Look I get that you're not used to this whole…" she gestured between them, "talking thing, but you're  going to have to be more specific. What are you paying me for?"

The look of disgust and contempt he sent her would have made Alya upset if it was anyone else. But coming from Damian she wasn't as offended. "Make Marinette laugh."

"What, like a bet?" Alya thought it over for a moment. "Sure, twenty bucks if I can make Marinette laugh. What are the rules?"

"No rules, no bets, I'm simply asking you to make Marinette laugh." Alya became more confused by that, then she became suspicious. 

"Why do you want me to do that? Did you do something to make her upset?" The accusing glare she sent his way didn't even make him flinch.

"I assure you I did nothing of the sort." Fire shot out of his eyes at the accusation. 

It was at that moment that Jason happened to be walking by. As soon as he spotted the pair he walked over. Jason was always willing to watch a fight, and it seemed like the two who claimed to love Marinette the most, were about to have a brawl. "What's up Demon Spawn, Mini Louis." They both spoke up at the same time

"Nothing that concerns you Todd."

"Damian's trying to bribe me to fix his mistakes. And stop calling me that."

"I told you that's not it. I'm simply asking for you to make Marinette laugh."

She pointed an accusing finger at Damian. “You’re bribing me, you don’t bribe someone unless you need them to do something bad.

At Alya’s words Jason got a shit eating grin on his face. "Did Dick say no? Is that why you're here, Demon Spawn?"

"What would you know Todd?" The death glare Damian sent him would have terrified anyone else. 

"I know plenty. Like the reason why you're trying to get Marinette to laugh."

"I will end you, Todd."

Jason dodged Damian's kick, "I also know that you're asking others because you suck at telling jokes. Dick told me all about it, Demon Spawn." He narrowly avoided a rock thrown at his head. "If Alya's not up for it, I'll take the twenty."

"I didn't say I couldn't just that I refuse to be a part of your evil machinations." She crossed her arms and looked away. But her curiosity got the better of her in the end and a sigh escaped her. “If you tell me why you want to make Marinette laugh, I’ll consider helping.”

Damian stood at a crossroads, forced to make a decision. Tell Alya the truth, or accept help from Jason. The thought of asking Jason for help almost made him vomit, so it didn’t take long for Damian to make his choice. Still, he did so with reluctance as he mumbled out his answer.

“Damian, you’re going to have to speak louder, you know I didn’t hear that.” 

Glaring at Alya, he spoke louder this time. “I like it when Marinette laughs, and is enjoying herself. So I want you to do that for me.”

“Awwww. Demon Spawn, you’re finally being more honest with your feelings.” Jason cooed. “Dick’s going to be so proud of you when I tell him and everyone else in the family.”

“I will eviscerate you, Todd!” Damian tackled Jason to the ground but before Damian could do any real damage, Jason disengaged, and bolted as soon he was free. 

“I can’t wait to share this on the family chat! Maybe someone will show Pixie too!” he shouted out as he disappeared from view, leaving Alya and Damian alone again.

Damian turned to face Alya again, his face red, from embarrassment or exertion she didn’t know. “Now that I have utterly embarrassed myself, will you do it or not?”

She took a moment to consider and figured that since he did sacrifice his dignity, it was only fair. “I’ll do it this time, but you better learn how to make her laugh on your own.”

“I’ll pay you each time.”

“No.”

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics with an asexual character in the fic as requested in this ask. For more fics with an asexual character, you can find my asexual Louis fic rec here and asexual Harry fic rec here. You can find all my other fic recs here. If you enjoy the fic, please leave the writer kudos and a comment! Happy reading!

-Larry-

promise your whispers are mine by lightswoodmagic / @lightwoodsmagic

(E, 94k, catering au) Harry’s the head chef at Azoff’s Catering, and he loves his job; the opportunity has always been more than he could dream of and he’s proud of the food he creates. Until he meets Louis, an event coordinator rising through the ranks with his own company, and who reminds him of the dreams he once had for his own career.

What I Have With You (I don't want with anyone else) by @lululawrence

(NR, 73k, fake relationship) Louis is an asexual alpha, Harry is his aromantic alpha friend and possible roommate, and faking a relationship might be exactly what they need to get their families and friends off their backs.

now you're in my life (I can't get you off my mind)  by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(M, 34k, a/b/o) as much as Harry loves the concept of dating, the reality sucks.

Something Deep Inside by lightswoodmagic / @lightwoodsmagic

(M, 17k, canon) the five times Louis had to hold back his feelings, and the one time he didn't.

Ace Drag Queen Louis by @musketrois

(NR, 16k, series) Louis is a drag queen and Harry is the photographer that wants to be more than friends.

balance between you and me by beckywritesthings / @beckydoesthings

(T, 15k, a/b/o) As a successful businessman, Louis is used to the long hours, never-ending work, and constant exhaustion. What hits the hardest, even though he'd never admit it, is the empty apartment he comes home to every day. 

All The Shades In Between by LaDiDah 

(G, 10k, Potter Direction) Harry is hit with a rogue truth spell and can't control what comes out of his mouth; a bit awkward when his adoration for Louis has only grown over the years.

Somebody Get Me Through This Nightmare by @lululawrence

(NR, 11k, neighbors) “You are always welcome to sleep on my couch if you need,” Harry offered immediately. “I still don’t think it’s quite as bad as you seem to believe it is, but I’d much rather you be next door than fifteen or twenty minutes away at someone else’s house.”

serve me up a little hope on the rocks by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(M, 10k, bar au) Louis is a bartender who doesn't take drink orders, but just makes drinks based on what he thinks his customers will like. Harry is just another customer. Or is he?

in comes the rain by BeforeEternity / @starlitlou

(M, 7k, established relationship) Being ace and an omega had never been Louis' favourite combination. Even less so when his heat is involved. 

when we get intimate by rainblou / @loubbies

(E, 6k, a/b/o) Harry is asexual. It becomes a problem when his heat arrives and Louis, his alpha, doesn't know.

Peach Blossom Has Just Begun To Bloom by flamboyo / @riverswater

(G, 4k, pride parade) Losing sight of their friends, Louis and Harry decide to spend the march together talking about their identity and their pride, and eventually concluding to never let each other go.

Talk with me, Walk with me by @loulovehome

(G, 3k, self discovery) AU where Louis and Harry’s relationship develops at the same time that Louis starts figuring out his asexuality.

let's run all the red lights by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

(T, 3k, childhood friends) Harry has always been in love with Louis, and he doesn’t know what to do about it.

Baby, Don’t Apologize by @neondiamond

(T, 1k, a/b/o) Harry being an asexual Omega means his Alpha Louis has had to spend his ruts alone for the past decade despite being mated.

An ace week by Onlythebrave_6

(NR, 1k, established relationship) The one where Louis is not that confident with his identity but Harry decides that the asexual awareness week is the best time to make him feel even more loved and supported than he usually is.

-Rare Pairs-

Situations Like These by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

(T, 30k, Louis/Zayn) It’s not that often that Louis feels this way about people. His lack of sexual attraction doesn’t prevent him from experiencing these fleeting moments of aesthetic admiration, but it’s rare for him to get almost obsessed with someone’s beauty the way he is with Zayn’s. 

we're still the kings of the Friday nights by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 22k, Zayn/Louis) Zayn’s been everything, for so long now. His moral compass, his partner in crime, his ride or die. And as of tonight, the first boy Louis has ever kissed.

Like it was at the start by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

(T, 14k, Louis & Liam) A platonic soulmates AU set in Lake Louise, Canada.

a little tenderness by @disgruntledkittenface

(NR, 10k, Niall/Harry) Touch deprivation makes a lot of sense now that Harry thinks about it. Niall seems generally unwell; he appears to be weak, his skin is pallid and his lips look chapped, and his breathing is ragged. 

[seokka0o]

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Ask: It's been a long time since I asked something, but my mind just keeps sending me to onsen sex and I don't know what to do with it, but I think I just need to read something about it... you know my ult list, you can write about whoever you want... just please, I can't process anything until I get this out of my head

Pairing : Yang Dongsik X Afab!Reader

Contain: Hot spring; Louis is rich as fuck; I imply sugar dynamics

Warning: oral ; unprotected sex; masturbation

0.9k

Author: as I don't know the group so I think it didn't turn out that well, but as I didn't want to go back with another kingdom work, I decided to make that effort. Hope you like it

The steam made your skin sweat, the feeling was unique of relaxation and you rarely had that kind of rest like this. Hot springs were always your best way to relax after a tiring day, your body on the rocks and the noise of the waters moving made you relax your little tense body, subtle signs came out of your lips and your eyes were closed, your body didn't it was completely covered by the water, just from the breasts down, making the whole body below the hot surface keep warm and relaxed, there was no place in the world that was better than that at that moment. Louis had actually been very good about saying that there wasn't any hot spring in the area that was better than this one and so for months you would visit that space for all sorts of reasons.

you were in your spa moment, resting carefree, and then heat began to rise, from your feet to the top of your head, chest heaving up and down, your fingers pressed against the slippery stone without giving you a even support. your back arching and you sought support from the huge man underwater doing an impressive job sucking you like that.

"Just like that..." You felt out of orbit, the sensation of hot steam touching the already damp skin and the touch of Louis' tongue on your point, your fingers went to his wet hair and then you held them, pulling him closer From your center, the sensation of his tongue fucking you made your neurons burn, he growled in your intimacy making a hot vibration against your clit and that caused you violent moans running throughout the private space. he sucked with certainty, your orgasm coming with a force never felt before.

You were out of breath when he emerged with wet hair over his face, eyes round in your direction, as if he was expecting some stupid approval that wasn't necessary because the way he was already proved how well he had done sucking you.

"My God" you whimper, feeling him grab your knees so he can fit between your legs. A really big man, ready to destroy you and you can only thank him for being a private place paid for him, because there would be no condition for you to be  silent at that point.

"You're always so good to me" he said in a subtle tone, playing with the tip of the cock over your vulva, making you involuntarily moan and rest your hand on his abdomen, feeling it rip you apart in moments. He touches your face with a firm hand leaving a caress and then leans his forehead over yours.

"Y-yes baby…" you moaned softly, closing your eyes again. You feel Louis' lips touch yours as he starts to move. The heat made the skin sweat desperately, his skin red to the touch made the sight even more beautiful.

Releasing your hips, Louis holds you by the wrists and then raises them, touching the stone right behind you, leaving you trapped by one of his hands while the other remains supported on the same stone. You felt the violent impact of your back against the surface and the good thrust his cock gave, sending water squirting everywhere as you begged for more and more desperately.

You felt the strong impact, your body wanting to contort his lunges but without much success as Louis kept his torso close to yours to keep it stable so you wouldn't find yourself slipping. The bodies together in a single burst of pleasure, you feel your body sensitive from the previous orgasm, but the way you hear him moan made everything inside you rekindle and overstimulate. Louis had his eyes attentive to yours while he had your body in possession, maybe he took his hands now to your hips and held you, raising your body a little more for him and the sequences continued without stopping, making you shiver all over skin , tugging the lower abdomen. The sweaty touch of bodies on impact, Louis not saying a word, grunting and forcing more and more towards you, the heat that again built from the tips of your feet to the top of your head, by the third thrust you reached your boundary, right after Louis reached his, pouring himself over you.

"We shouldn't do that" was unethical in fact, Louis always ended up cumming on you right there without any protest and you started to fear being kicked out of the establishment for anything.

"This place is mine, this source here is mine exclusively, the one I use to fuck you whenever I want" Louis dictated touching your face gently, kissing your lips again, this time affectionately fuck you on his property

"rich boy" you replied in a laugh returning his kiss. return the tongues in battle, his cock still hard between his legs, Louis was insatiable and you never tired of being impressed because he was already hours on end just in that joke and he was still hard enough for one more quickie“ I should help you with this here?”

"Please" louis sighed between his lips and smiled with the touch of your firm hand on his cock, starting to move it carefully. he moaned low against your lips and moving closer to you, you held the posture and then continued what you were doing, feeling louis fuck your hand slowly, desperate for the contact

“Come for me my prince” you moaned at him in a way that made Louis lose his mind, moving his hips towards you more, fucking your hand with precision, increasing the sequence of thrusts and then overstimulating himself with cum again.

[books-of-ochre]

"The Vampire Chronicles is a series of gothic vampire novels and a media franchise, created by American writer Anne Rice, that revolves around the fictional character Lestat de Lioncourt, a French nobleman turned into a vampire in the 18th century." - Wikipedia

Note: Would highly recommend reading in order. First 3 books are great, but do not think you need to read all 13. I explain more at the end.

Interview with a Vampire (1976) Based on a short story Rice wrote around 1968, the novel centers on vampire Louis de Pointe du Lac, who tells the story of his life to a reporter.

Good Reads || My Rating: 5/5

The Vampire Lestat (1985) Lestat. The vampire hero of Anne Rice's enthralling new novel is a creature of the darkest and richest imagination. Once an aristocrat in the heady days of pre-revolutionary France, now a rock star in the demonic, shimmering 1980s, he rushes through the centuries in search of others like him, seeking answers to the mystery of his eternal, terrifying existence. His is a mesmerizing story --- passionate, complex, and thrilling.

Good Reads || My Rating: 5/5 (personal favorite)

The Queen of the Damned (1988) The rock star Vampire Lestat prepares for a concert in San Francisco, unaware that hundreds of vampires will be among the fans that night and that they are committed to destroying him for risking exposing them all. The sleep of a group of men and women, vampires and mortals, around the world is disturbed by a mysterious dream of red-haired twins who suffer an unspeakable tragedy. The dreamers, as if pulled, move toward each other, the nightmare becoming clearer the closer they get. Some die on the way, some live to face they terrifying fate their pilgrimage is building to. Lestat's journey to a cavern deep beneath a Greek Island on his quest for the origins of the vampire race awakened Akasha, Queen of the Damned and mother of all vampires, from her 6,000 year sleep. Awake and angry, Akasha plans to save mankind from itself by elevating herself and her chosen son/lover to the level of the gods. As these three threads wind seamlessly together, the origins and culture of vampires are revealed, as is the length and breadth of their effect on the mortal world. The threads are brought together in the twentieth century when the fate of the living and the living dead is rewritten. 

Good Reads || My Rating: 5/5

The Tale of the Body Thief (1992) For centuries, Lestat—vampire-hero, enchanter, seducer of mortals—has been a courted prince in the dark and flourishing universe of the living dead. Now he is alone. And in his overwhelming need to destroy his doubts and his loneliness, Lestat embarks on the most dangerous enterprise he has undertaken in all the years of his haunted existence.

Good Reads || My Rating: 4/5

Memnoch the Devil (1995) In the fifth Vampire Chronicle, Lestat is searching for Dora, the beautiful and charismatic mortal daughter of a drug lord. Dora has moved Lestat like no other mortal ever has, and he cannot get her out of his visions. At the same time, he is increasingly aware that the Devil knows who he is and wants something from him. While torn betwen his vampire world and his passion for Dora, Lestat is sucked in by Memnoch, who claims to be the Devil himself. Memnoch presents Lestat with unimagined opportunities: to witness creation, to visit purgatory, to be treated like a prophet. Lestat faces a choice between the Devil or God. Whom does he believe in? Who does he serve? What are the element of religious belief? Lestat finds himself caught in a whirlpool of the ultimate choice.

Good Reads || My Rating: 3.5/5

The Vampire Armond (1998) Now, we go with Armand across the centuries to the Kiev Rus of his boyhood - a ruined city under Mongol dominion - and to ancient Constantinople, where Tartar raiders sell him into slavery. And in a magnificent palazzo in the Venice of the Renaissance we see him emotionally and intellectually in thrall to the great vampire Marius, who masquerades among humankind as a mysterious, reclusive painter and who will bestow upon Armand the gift of vampiric blood. As the novel races to its climax, moving through scenes of luxury and elegance, of ambush, fire, and devil worship to nineteenth-century Paris and today's New Orleans, we see its eternally vulnerable and romantic hero forced to choose between his twilight immortality and the salvation of his immortal soul.

Good Reads || My Rating: 4/5

Merrick (2000) We again meet Louis, Lestat, and David. They are followed by the beautiful witch Merrick Mayfair, an offshoot of the Mayfair clan, with Julien Mayfair as one of her ancestors. She knew David when he was a mortal man working as a member of the Talamasca and it is through David that Louis seeks Merrick's help in resurrecting the spirit of Claudia.

Good Reads || My Rating: 2/5

Blood and Gold (2001) Here is the gorgeous and sinister story of Marius, patrician by birth, scholar by choice, one of the oldest vampires of them all, which sweeps from his genesis in ancient Rome, in the time of the Emperor Augustus, to his meeting in the present day with a creature of snow and ice. Thorne is a Northern vampire in search of Maharet, his 'maker', the ancient Egyptian vampire queen who holds him and others in thrall with chains made of her red hair, 'bound with steel and with her blood and gold'. When the Visigoths sack his city, Marius is there; with the resurgence of the glory that was Rome, he is there, still searching for his lost love Pandora, but bewitched in turn by Botticelli, the Renaissance beauty Bianca, with her sordid secrets, and the boy he calls Amadeo (otherwise known as the Vampire Armand). Criss-crossing through the stories of other vampires from Rice's glorious Pantheon of the undead, haunted by Pandora and by his alter ego Mael, tracked by the Talamasca, the tale of Marius, the self-styled guardian of 'those who must be kept' is the most wondrous and mind-blowing of them all.

Good Reads || My Rating: 3/5

Blackwood Farm (2002) Lestat is back, saviour and demon, presiding over a gothic story of family greed and hatred through generations, a terrifying drama of blood lust and betrayal, possession and matricide. Blackwood Farm with its grand Southern mansion, set among dark cypress swamps in Louisiana, harbours terrible blood-stained secrets and family ghosts. Heir to them all is Quinn Blackwood, young, rash and beautiful, himself a 'bloodhunter' whom Lestat takes under his wing. But Quinn is in thrall not only to the past and his own appetites but, even more dangerously, to a companion spirit, a 'goblin' succubus who could destroy him and others. Only the unearthly power of Lestat combined with the earthly powers of the Mayfair clan could hope to save Quinn from himself and his ghosts, or to rescue the doomed girl Quinn loves from her own mortality.

Good Reads || My Rating: 2/5

Blood Canticle (2003) Lestat is back with a vengeance and in thrall to Rowan Mayfair. Both demon and angel, he is drawn to kill but tempted by goodness as he moves among the pantheon of Anne Rice's unforgettable characters. Julien Mayfair, his tormentor; Rowan, witch and neurosurgeon, who attracts spirits to herself, casts spells on others and finds herself dangerously drawn to Lestat; Patsy, country and western singer, who was killed by Quinn Blackwood and dumped in a swamp; Ash Templeton, a 5,000 year old Taltos whose genes live on in the Mayfairs. Now, Lestat fights to save Patsy's ghost from the dark realms of the Earthbound, to uncover the mystery of the Taltos and to decide the fate of Rowan Mayfair.

Good Reads || My Rating: 1/5 (least favorite)

Prince Lestat (2014) The vampire world is in crisis – their kind have been proliferating out of control and, thanks to technologies undreamed of in previous centuries, they can communicate as never before. Roused from their earth-bound slumber, ancient ones are in thrall to the Voice: which commands that they burn fledgling vampires in cities from Paris to Mumbai, Hong Kong to Kyoto and San Francisco. Immolation, huge massacres, have commenced all over the world. Who – or what – is the Voice? What does it desire, and why? There is only one vampire, only one blood drinker, truly known to the entire world of the Undead. Will the dazzling hero-wanderer, the dangerous rebel-outlaw Lestat heed the call to unite the Children of Darkness as they face this new twilight?

Good Reads || My Rating: 2.5/5

Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis (2016) The vampire Lestat de Lioncourt, hero, leader, inspirer, irresistible force, irrepressible spirit, battling (and ultimately reconciling with) a strange otherworldly form that has somehow taken possession of Lestat's undead body and soul. This ancient and mysterious power and unearthly spirit of vampire lore has all the force, history, and insidious reach of the unknowable Universe.

Good Reads || My Rating: 1/5 (this one is also pretty bad)

Blood Communion (2018) Lestat takes us from his ancestral castle in the snow-covered mountains of France to the verdant wilds of lush Louisiana, with its lingering fragrances of magnolias and night jasmine; from the far reaches of the Pacific’s untouched islands to the 18th-century city of St. Petersburg and the court of the Empress Catherine. He speaks of his fierce battle of wits and words with the mysterious Rhoshamandes, proud Child of the Millennia, reviled outcast for his senseless slaughter of the legendary ancient vampire Maharet, avowed enemy of Queen Akasha, who refuses to live in harmony at court and who threatens all Lestat has dreamt of....

Good Reads || My Rating: 2/5

Overall, my opinion of the series is that it went on for far too long. After Queen of the Damned, it should have ended, but instead we got 10 other books with varying levels of rereadablity. After Merrick, the quality that I usually see within Rice's work seemed to suddenly fade with each new book. Then we got to Blood Canticle and I wanted to give up. I ended up finishing the series to see if things go better. Unfortunately, they did not.

Anne Rice is an amazing writer, but like Stephen King, has misses within her discography. The Vampire Chronicles has always been hit or miss, with many loving and adoring the books, hating them, or somewhere in between. Personally, I am of the opinion that this series has very high highs and the lowest of lows, and its many faults are due to the author not knowing when enough is enough.

Series Rating: 3.8/5

[silverfoxlou]

Wait tlwhat did i miss, what that dude Andrew did???? Like why everyone hate him+

He was a dick after Red Rocks and then played victim when people called him out, he’s inappropriate towards fans, he acts like he was on his own tour instead of supporting Louis as the first of two openers, and his music just sucks.

[alltheselights]

are you not a fan of the tank tops? 🥲

People always get very pressed by opinions about Louis' stage outfits for some reason, so I'll preface this by saying 1) Louis can absolutely wear whatever the fuck he wants on stage, 2) having an opinion on an artist's stylist is really not that big of a deal or that deep, and 3) no, I absolutely do NOT want Louis to wear pink, sequins, or feathers on stage and that's not at all my point when I say that Helen sucks.

So, while I don't particularly enjoy how most of the fandom acts like sexually deprived het Harries toward Louis every time he wears tank tops, my issue isn't really with the tank top. My tags weren't intended to hate on the outfit. My issue is that his stylists suck at their jobs and he dresses himself better than they do. Regardless of whether you loved last night's outfit, if you weren't told it was styled, is that something that you would ever think that a stylist put together? A plain tank top and trackies is what half of humanity wears lounging around the house or to Starbucks when they're hungover. And Helen AND her assistant Peter are like "oh yeah, baby, styled by us!" 😎

I also think that the outfits that are best suited to the vibe of Louis' show are fun graphic t-shirts. I've felt this way since his last tour and my opinion has only been cemented after attending one show so far this tour (with one more to go!) Not tank tops and sweatpants, definitely not polos, and not even really the jerseys though I know that's Louis' influence because he loves them so that's fine. Louis' shows are very rocky with cool lighting and fun upbeat songs so when I see him come out in trackies or god forbid a polo like he's a middle-aged man on a golf trip, I just don't think it suits the show. Whenever he comes out with a cool graphic t-shirt, that's when I'm like YES, thank you. It just fits with the vibe of the show so so well.

But what bothers me most of all is that there are two stylists getting money from Louis when they are dressing him in outfits that quite literally anybody on Earth could put together. And then you see Louis out and about vibing on his own when he's not working like when he met fans in those cute shorts and graphic t-shirt before Red Rocks and you're like oh wow, at least YOU know how to put a fun, casual outfit together. If only the people you pay for that did.

Also.....the fact that in several years as his stylist, Helen still hasn't learned how to get things tailored to actually fit his body bugs the SHIT out of me. His fancier oufits rarely fit him.

Anyway, that's just my opinion! I know a lot of the fandom disagrees and very likely Louis disagrees, but I still stand by it. 😭😭😭

[gorgeousklaystels]

All’s well that ends well

A/N: thought i’d finish up this little chapter and post it here. lmk what your thoughts are :D

“Oh… crap.” Louis and Liam said, standing in their spot. 

“Taylor..?” Harry said. 

“We’ll give you guys a minute—”

“—no, hold on.” Harry said, signaling them to step out of the room. 

“What is she doing here?” 

“We were going to tell you…” Niall said, softening the shock. 

“When? She’s already here.” He spoke up, frustrated.

Because he was. He was frustrated. Because how could nobody tell him his ex-girlfriend was going to show up at their doorstep? 

“We’re sorry, Harry, but…”

“Unbelievable, the lot of you.” 

“Alright, we’ll take care of this later, right now, Harry, please talk to Taylor.” Louis interjected. 

“Fine.” He went back into the room. 

—

Harry shut the door behind him. 

Taylor stood there in front of him. In a pencil skirt and a white shirt. And of course, rocking her classic red lipstick. 

She managed to look gorgeous in everything. She had amazing style and a sense of fashion. 

But then again, she could be standing in nothing but a potato sack and still look beautiful to him. 

“Hi.” She greeted, sweetly.

“Hey.” He responded, walking slightly further from the door and towards her. 

“Um, do you… want something to drink, or?” Harry added awkwardly, unsure how to start the conversation. 

“Oh, no. But, thank you.” Taylor said, giving him a smile at the end. 

“Well, um, you wanna sit maybe?” He shrugged, gesturing toward the seats. 

“Yeah, sure.” She replied, sitting down. 

He took a seat right in front of her. 

“So…”

“So…” Taylor responded. 

Harry was still not sure what to say to her. What he wanted was virtually impossible. And this conversation would go nowhere. 

“Listen, Harry, about what happened that night…” She went on, reeling him out of his thoughts. 

“I’m sorry. Not just for that night, but for… blowing you off. For not responding to your texts or… or your calls or anything. You should’ve heard it from me first and foremost and I should’ve told you, I just…” Taylor stopped for a second. 

Harry listened eagerly. He’d been wanting to hear her actually talk about it for so long. And she was. And he just wanted to hear her out. 

“I was scared. I was scared that if I did, I’d end up not moving on… or not getting over you. And I just wanted to get out of this… cycle. The constant circles we’d been going in, Harry. Even if I value your presence in my life in whatever shape or form. Even if we get along really well, that was not healthy. And I wanted to try us. I wanted it to be real. Granted, I should’ve handled that differently.” She finished. 

Harry took in what she said. Processing her words. 

“Tay, we tried. But even before blowing me off, we mutually decided that we couldn’t go through with this. I mean, yeah, none of that was healthy nor was it worth the risk as much as one would like to think it was, but it was what we thought was the only way. Taylor, I tried to get you back. I wanted a real relationship with you. But you were scared. And then, all of a sudden, you’re bringing a date to the BBMAs like it’s nothing. We go through all of that, for you to go and do that. That was what blowed.” Harry ranted, not exactly sure what point he was getting across, but he needed to get things off his chest.

“I know, and I’m sorry, like I said, I was just… scared.”

He went over to the seat next to her. 

“I’m not saying you couldn’t. I’m glad you were happy and you had someone there with you. But I just thought that after all we’d been through, after… after everything that happened, I wouldn’t be on the sidelines watching you be happy, I’d be there. With you.” He brushed a strand of stray hair away from her face. 

“Yeah?” She asked.

“Yeah. It just wasn’t… easy. Watching you with him. It actually kind of sucked.” Harry voiced his feelings.

“Like I was just waiting for you and Kendall to hit it off, right?” Taylor told him. 

“Taylor Swift, do you admit to being jealous? Was that what that was?” He asked, lightening the mood.

Taylor laughed and Harry felt like he could hang the moon for her. 

“Well, what else was I supposed to do? At least I didn’t have my tongue down her throat. You on the other hand.” 

“God, shut up!” She said, hitting his shoulder playfully, while he laughed teasingly. 

Then there was a knock on the door. 

“All good in there?” He heard Louis ask, voice muffled. 

Harry looked at Taylor, giving her a smile. A true one this time. To which she smiled back. 

“You ready to do this then?” Harry asked her for confirmation. 

She took a minute to take in the moment. To really be ready. 

“Yes. Let’s do this.” Taylor replied, enthusiastically yet a sense of calm in her voice. 

He glanced at her for a second before turning to the door. 

“Yep! All good in here, mates! You can come in!” He yelled through the door. 

To which the band came running back in the studio, all smiling faces and playful voices. 

Taylor looked at the scene before her and so did Harry and for the first time in a while, they both thought, maybe, just maybe, this was finally right. A step in the forward direction. No vague plans nor miscommunication. Just in the moment. 

Because after all that had occurred between the two, sitting in the studio ready to write a song together, felt weirdly intimate yet a small gesture. It felt tame. It felt right. 

Truly, all’s well that ends well. (To end up with you).

[braverytattoos]

If they are people who are mad at Louis because his tweet was little tone deaf, you werent there when we saw fans shouting at his tour bus that they were depressed that the show got cancelled. Please keep in mind that Louis is a human too and also traumatized by this situation as well. Mind you, some hospital bills are getting paid anonymously even those who doesnt have insurance got their bills paid. It's a shit occurence, and blame Red Rocks Venue for this since they brushed it off so easily. We even saw Matt talked to one of the staffs if it's okay to continue the show and they said yes. So yeah, if I see one Louis hate message, youre in for a treat :)

I wasn’t there so I don’t want to even try and comment on the atmosphere and chaos. But I had some mutuals there, one who we were all talking to regularly and the panic we all felt anytime they didn’t reply in a timely manner was high.

I also cannot believe people would run to his bus and yell about postponing the show when there are people getting medical attention, going to the hospital and cramming into small spaces to keep safe. It literally looked like it snowed 20 cm of golf balls. The whole situation sucks and yea I heard the staff there were NOT GOOD. If you were there anon, I hope you’re safe now.

[naturesfirstgreenisgold]

DATING FINN HUDSON

Songs in Alphabetical Order

Our Quarterback- “Wait, this is the moment in those romantic comedies where I kiss the you”- Finn Hudson (Glee)

525,600 Minutes- Christian

All I Want- Kodaline

All I Want- From “High School Musical: The Musical: The Series”- Olivia Rodrigo, Disney

All of Me- John Legend

Another Man’s Jeans- Ashe

Bad Omens- Live from The Royal Albert Hall- 5 Seconds of Summer

Be Alright- Dean Lewis

Before You Go- Lewis Capaldi

Best Years- 5 Seconds of Summer

Bigger Than Me- Louis Tomlinson

Black and White- Niall Horan

Can’t Help Falling in Love- Elvis Presley

cardigan- Taylor Swift

Carolina- Harry Styles

Castle on the Hill- Ed Sheeran

Chicago- Louis Tomlinson

Cough Syrup (Glee Cast Version)- Glee Cast

Count on Me- Bruno Mars

Dandelions- Ruth B.

Dandelions- slowed + reverb- Ruth B., sped up+ slower, slater

Daydreaming- Harry Styles

Diana- One Direction

Electric Touch (feat. Fall Out Boy) (Taylor’s Version) (From The Vault)- Taylor Swift, Fall Out Boy

Everybody Wants Rule The World- Tears for Fears

Everybody Wants Rule The World (Glee Cast Version)- Glee Cast

Fifteen (Taylor’s Version)- Taylor Swift

Fireproof- One Direction

Flicker- Niall Horan

Fly Me To The Moon (In Other Words)- Frank Sinatra, Count Basie

fOoL fOr YoU- ZAYN

Forever & Always (Taylor’s Version)- Taylor Swift

Getaway Car- Taylor Swift

Ghost Of You- 5 Seconds of Summer

Ghost Of You- Live- 5 Seconds of Summer

Girl Almighty- One Direction

Good Years- ZAYN

Greased Lightin’- From “Grease”- John Travolta, Jeff Conaway

Green light- 5 Seconds of Summer

Medicine- Harry Styles

Heart-Shaped Box- Ashton Irwin

Heavenly Kind Of State Of Mind- Lewis Capaldi

Hey Angel- One Direction

Hey There Delilah- Plain White T’s

High In California- Louis Tomlinson

Hold On- Chord Overstreet

Holiday/ Boulevard of Broken Dreams- Green Day

Hopelessly Devoted To You- Olivia Newton-John

Hopelessly Devoted To You (Glee Cast)- Glee Cast

If I Could Fly- One Direction

If You Leave Me- Niall Horan

I Love You- Alex & Sierra

Islands In The Streams- Dolly Parton, Kenny Rogers

It’s Been a Long, Long Time (with Harry James & His Orchestra)- Kitty Kallen, Harry James

iT’s YoU- ZAYN

I Want- One Direction

I Will Always Love You- Dolly Parton

Jessie’s Girl (Glee Cast Version)- Glee Cast

Juke Box Hero (Glee Cast Version)- Glee Cast

Just the Way You Are- Bruno Mars

Keep Driving- Harry Styles

Kiss You- One Direction

Kiwi- Harry Styles

Let Me Down Slowly- Alec Benjamin

Let Me Love You (Until You Learn To Love Yourself) (Glee Cast Version)- Glee Cast

Levitating- Dua Lipa

Line Without a Hook- Ricky Montgomery

Live While We’re Young- One Direction

London Boy- Taylor Swift

Look After You- The Fray

Losing My Religion- Glee Cast

Love Shack (Glee Cast Version)- Glee Cast

Love Story (Taylor’s Version)

Meltdown- Acoustic- Niall Horns

Midnight Memories- One Direction

Mine (Glee Cast Version)-Glee Cast

Mine (Taylor Version) - Taylor Swift

Mr.Loverman- Ricky Montgomery

Must Be Love- Niall Horan

My Life Would Suck Without You- Cover of Kelly Clarkson- Glee Cast

Never Ending Song- Conan Gray

No Control- One Direction

Not Alone- Darren Criss

Not In The Same Way- 5 Seconds of Summer

On My Own- Niall Horan

Ophelia- The Lumineers

Our Song- Taylor Swift

Out Of My Limit- 5 Seconds of Summer

Paper Rings-Taylor Swift

Perfect- Ed Sheeran

Raise Your Glass (feat. Darren Criss)- Glee Cast, Darren Criss

Red Desert-5 Seconds of Summer

Rewrite The Star- Zac Efron, Zendaya

Rock Me- One Direction

Safety Pin-5 Seconds of Summer

San Francisco- 5 Seconds of Summer

Save My Life- Niall Horan

Say You Won’t Let Go- James Arthur

She’s Kinda Hot- Alternative Version- 5 Seconds of Summer

Soldier- Gavin DeGraw

Someone You Loved- Lewis Capaldi

Somewhere Only We Know (feat. Darren Criss)-Glee Cast, Darren Criss

Starving- Hailee Steinfeld, Grey, Zedd

Strawberry & Cigarettes- Troye Sivan

Sucker- Jonas Brothers

Summer Nights- From “Grease”- John Travolta, Olivia Newton-John

Superstition- Single Version- Stevie Wonder

Sweater Weather- The Neighbourhood

Sweet Creature- Harry Styles

Take Me To Church- Hozier

Take My Breath- Love Theme from “Top Gun”- Berlin

Take My Hand- 5 Seconds of Summer

Teenage Dream (feat. Darren Criss)-Glee Cast

Teenage Dream- Live- 5 Seconds of Summer

Thousand Years- Christina Perri

Till Forever Falls Apart- Ashe, FINNEAS

Treat People With Kindness- Harry Styles

Until I Found You- Stephen Sanchez

Up All Night- One Direction

Valentine- 5 Seconds of Summer

The Very First Night (Taylor’s Version) (From The Vault)- Taylor Swift

Water Fountain- Alec Benjamin

We Are Young- Glee Cast

When You Love Someone- James TW

Wildflower- 5 Seconds of Summer

Woman- Harry Styles

Worlds Smallest Violin- AJR

Yellow- Coldplay

You Being With Me (Taylor Version)- Taylor Swift

you broke me first- Tate McRae

You Don’t Go To Parties-5 Seconds of Summer

Young And Beautiful- Lana Del Rey

You’re The One That I Want- Remastered 2022- Olivia Newton-John, John Travolta

You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’- The Righteous Brothers

Playlist Masterlist

[pop-punklouis]

i know still can't bring myself to come back to red rocks in the next few months but it still sucks because can u imagine MEGAYMIX in that venue !!!

i KNOW 🤧

hopefully maybe next year they’ll give another date for red rocks. it would be a tragedy to not have louis perform at that iconic venue. it’ll be magical if/when it does happens. but i agree i feel like a lot of people would have a hard time going back to red rocks so soon after everything that happened both mentally and financially. which is more than valid for what we all went through.