#duplicity harry

[rockstargfsworld]

kate moss rockstar in a supermodels body

[styles-harriet]

Taylor Swift maybe mommy but you know I’m a close second .

[rainydayss-blog]

[sunraylight]

DAYTONA BABYYYY❤️‍🔥

[harrystyles-lovee]

[1800titz]

I really need you to see the potential in this Paragon self duplication thing.

“Again,” Harry encourages, nudging at her sternum with a palm that lacks the gentleness of amiable coaching. Deftly, he blocks her weakened onslaught of ice with a forearm radiating deterrent and takes a step back, wriggling with his fingers in a come hither motion, “Again.” 

Arctick attempts to catch him off guard, throwing an underhand aimed for his family jewels, and white radiates from her palm — the expanse of the attack is stifled, instantly, and a pale hue of violet glows translucently ahead of his stature. Ice splinters into shards that fall in crystals. 

“Ooh,” the man dips his chin, pivoting as his brows pinch and his strawberry mouth curls, “Sneaky aim. Low blow, sweetheart. That would’ve hurt.” 

“Are you angry? Y’look angry,” the hero tells her on an open-mouthed beam, then juts at her with his chin, taking another casual step back over the mat, “That’s good — use that.” 

“Are you angry? Y’look angry,” the hero tells her on an open-mouthed beam, then juts at her with his chin, taking another casual step back over the mat, “That’s good — use that.” 

The young woman sends a flurry of chill spiraling, and as the man blocks the first onslaught, as expected, with an effortless burst of power from the tips of his fingers, a second wave erupts, this one aimed for his legs. Arctick can only grimace as Paragon smoothly bars the attempt — what a dickhead. 

“You’re weak — you’re angry because you’re weak,” he goads, irises glinting, “You’re angry because I’m calling you weak. So use that. Show me I’m wrong,” he twists away from her and stretches his arms out — an invitation, his back, and the young woman makes a last ditch effort, her pent up rage rushing out in a torrent of ice aimed to pierce. 

“Better,” Harry exclaims, enthusiasm interweaving the syllables, and he turns his chin, just a bit, over his shoulder. His forearm bends to emit a luminous glow that blocks what would have tagged flesh and muscle. She sees the corner of his mouth visibly twitch. “But not quite.” 

“This is ridiculous — it’s not a fair fight,” Harry sees Arctick buzzing when he turns, an intrigued crease over his brow bone — she stands with her hands at her sides on the opposite side of the room, but every muscle in her body is tensed, like she physically aches to freeze him. 

“No?” Harry cocks his head, venturing toward her on bare soles.

“This isn’t active combat,” she expands, letting the frustration leak into her tone, “You tell me to strike, and you expect it when I do.” 

His mouth quirks, and there’s a lull, like he’s ruminating. Finally, he asks, “You want active combat?” 

Arctick lifts her chin at him, expecting a vivid, violet current of electricity to hurl from his palm, to send her nerve endings on fire. She expects him to vanish, shard by shard, into invisibility that’ll leave her craning her neck and flitting her gaze about the room in apprehension. She expects him to twist and grapple for the weight rack, to fling it at her with superhuman strength.

“Then let’s make this—“

What she doesn’t expect is the crook of his lips, his figure stood ahead, and then the subsequent warm press of a palm over her stomach. It slinks from behind, and she feels his mirror press behind her as his original form illustrates a smirk from across the floor. 

“A fair fight,” croons the voice behind her — the same inflection as the cadence ahead. She stiffens at the touch. It’s soft, unlike his prior ministrations. Her head twists over her shoulder, and irises ogle the reflection in the broad expanse of mirrors on the wall beside her. Paragon stands ahead of her, feet away, his arms crossed, and …Paragon stands behind her, his arm rippling with muscle as it flexes over her. He’s duplicated. 

“Hm?” Harry hums against the shell of her ear. In his original form, he watches the display like a strange sort of voyeur — the whole experience is odd, and he can tell the showcase of ability has caught her off guard. It’s sort of a weird process — acting through different vessels, the coordination of it all. More than anything, it’s an interesting party trick beyond a single split. From there, he feels his powers weaken in their tether when divorced among a plethora of vessels. 

“Get your hands off of me,” Arctick grits out, her own grappling over his forearm, and Paragon’s original form just keeps his arms crossed as the touch of his copy grows sturdier. 

“Oh, but I can’t do that,” Harry says from across the floor. 

“Active combat, remember?” his copy wrangles its arms over her own flailing limbs. The original Paragon nonchalantly watches a warm, glow zap between his fingertips, across the room. The young woman manages to dig an elbow back against the warm body behind her, and the motion incites the priorly steady buzz in his hand to falter. That fucking hurt. 

“You don’t want to play nice?” the man’s head cocks from across the floor, and Arctick sees his duplication clasp over her, in the reflection, before she’s launched through the air with a grip over her wrist. The only thing that keeps her from catapulting against the back wall of brick is her own grip — she maintains it over the copy’s joint as she’s spun through the air. She lands on her feet. 

Now, the copy faces her, and behind that, stands the true Paragon, just idling by like he’s watching a show. 

“Alright,” the copy contends, mouth curling, “Then I won’t play nice.” 

[heyangel28]

ROCKSTAR || Harry Styles (Duplicity AU)

Warnings: Spicy, Smut, Daddy Kink, Gun, Violence, Mafia, Cigarettes, Drugs

A/N: This is a short story I wrote about Duplicity, where there is an extra member of Duplicity that’s dating Harry instead of Aven. It’s sort of a twisted tale with my own added characters and dynamics. Keep in mind that I do not own any of these characters (apart from Eva Turner) as they were originally created by happydays1d on wattpad but nonetheless, please enjoy this alternate version. Enjoy x

DUPLICITY LIVE ON TOUR

Niall Horan - backing vocals, electric guitar

Louis Tomlinson - base guitar

Eva Turner - electric guitar, vocals

Liam Payne - drums

And

Harry Styles - vocals, lead guitar

SETLIST

Kiwi (Main vocals- Harry)

Why’d You Only Call Me When Your High? (Main Vocals - Harry)

Sex (Main Vocals - Harry)

Sweater Weather (Main Vocals - Harry)

My Kind Of Woman (Main Vocals - Harry, Eva)

Smells Like Teen Spirit (Main Vocals - Harry)

Wanna Be Yours (Main Vocals - Harry)

R U Mine? (Main Vocals - Harry)

Out Of My System (Main Vocals - Harry)

505 (Main Vocals - Eva)

Bad Reputation (Main Vocals - Eva)

She (Main Vocals - Harry)

~ ~ ~

Eva Turner

A lit cigarette was weaved between my fingertips that worked on the delicate strings of the red, electric guitar placed in my lap.

I run a hand through my black hair, slicking it it back and out my face. Revealing my blonde roots where it needed re-dyed. I take a drag from the intoxicating stick of nicotine, letting the smoke rest on my tongue for a moment before exhaling through my nostrils.

My ears perk up when I hear a door being open, lifting my head up to meet the green eyes of my boyfriend. Walking over, he takes the cigarette from my hand and places it to his lips as he takes a long drag, leaning his head back and exhaling the smoke above him.

“Hey! I was smoking that!” I interject, throwing my hands up in defeat.

"It's bad for you, angel." He says, taking another drag of the cigarette.

“So why do you do it then?” I smirk.

"Cause I'm an idiot." He says before blowing the smoke in my face.

“Yeah, you are.” I mutter and waft the smoke away and go back to my electric guitar. Playing a small riff to test it.

He chuckles and walks over, sitting down on the couch, his knees right behind my head.

“Play me a song then.”

I pause for a moment before playing a small riff to one of our songs. He watches in awe as my fingers move along the frets. I finish the final strum and turn to smirk up at him.

“That was so hot Angel.”

I continue to smirk and put the guitar down, standing up and walking over to him. He smirks up at me as he pulls me down, making me sit on his lap. I turn to one side and grab the cigarette from out his hand, taking one last drag before stubbing it out on an ash tray in front of us on the coffee table. He places a light kiss to my neck as I do so.

Placing a hand on my thigh the other boys finally walk into the room. Liam twirling his drumsticks around in his hand and Louis and Niall with their guitars strapped over their shoulders.

Harry look towards them, giving them a small smile. Then turns back to me.

“You ready to rock?"

“You bet your ass baby.” I smirk.

He kisses my neck one more time before patting my thigh.

“Come on, angel. Let's get this show over with."

I gently placing my lips on his before getting off his lap and grabbing my guitar, the Red electric one decorated with different stickers from all over the world. I throw the strap over my shoulder and head out onto the stage behind the curtain.

The boys take their positions behind their equipment as Harry heads to my mic stand behind the stage curtain. I look out at the crowd as I hear the boys start up, ready and waiting for my cue. Before I know it, the lights dim, the curtain comes up and we begin playing Kiwi.

All throughout the show I focus on the frets of the instrument beneath my hands. My ringed fingers delicately running over every string as I play every chord. Every so often my eyes meeting the crowd in front of me or Liam on drums.

I lose myself in the music.

Looking over at Harry I notice his eyes closed and lips slightly parted as he runs my fingers across the cold metal of the microphone stand. God he’s so hot.

The song ends and with Harry playing the final riff, me, Niall and Louis can set up for the next song. Harrys voice runs through the speakers.

“That was Kiwi and we’re Duplicity!”

~ ~ ~

The set ends and we finish the final song and head off the stage. As soon as we're backstage, my hand is grabbed and I’m pulled into a dressing room, the door locking behind us as Harry locks his lips on mine.

I’m taken by surprise but kiss back hastily, wrapping my arms around his neck. He continues to kiss me, gently pinning me against the wall beside the door. I smirk at his eagerness as I move my hands to grip his hair at the back of his head. His hands moving to my waist almost in unison. I move my hands down his chest and to his belt loop, tugging at the metal of the clasp of his belt.

“Someone's eager." He mutters into my lips, chuckling lightly. I roll my eyes at his antics.

“Someone has to finish what you started.”

"You're so goddamn bossy all the time."

“Well maybe you should fuck it out of me.” I smirk teasingly, slipping his belt out of the loops and throwing it to the floor. Making him laugh.

"With pleasure, angel." He says as he pulls me into the bathroom and pushes up onto the counter.

“I see we’ve moved.” I laugh teasingly.

“Why? Was the dressing room to open for your liking? Scared someone could walk in and find us?” I smirk, raising my eyebrows knowingly at him.

“When did you become such a cheeky brat?” He takes a step closer, gripping the back of my hair and fisting it, forcing me to look up at him. A smirk starts to form over his face. I gasp as he grips my hair. I tilt my head to side, knowing he has complete control over me. I smirk knowingly.

“Get on your knees now, angel."

I oblige, nodding and bending down, getting onto my hands and knees.

"Good girl." He says in a low tone as he runs his hand through my hair, tugging on it every so often to keep me in place. A shiver runs down my spine as he tugs at my hair.

"What now, angel?"

I breathe heavily and nod my head in silent agreement. Harry is the only man I’d ever be submissive too.

He pulls at my hair again.

“I'll let you have control again when you can handle it. Understood?”

I nod, letting him know I understood him. I lift my eyes up, looking into his green.

“How do you want to do this, angel?"

“I-I don’t care.” I breathe out shakily.

"Are you sure?" He asks as he tightens the grip on my hair, looking into my eyes, watching them carefully.

“Yes…”

"Say please, baby." He says with a smirk as he tugs at my hair once again, his hands moving to zip his fly down.

“Pl-please…” I splutter.

"Please what, baby?" He asks roughly, pulling my hair again. I shake my head.

“Plea-please…”

"Say it, angel?"

“Please-…daddy.” I breathe out.

Something inside him snaps when he hears me call him that.

“Good girl." He whispers seductively as my blue eyes meet green.

“Since you asked so nicely." He pauses and lets go of my hair, standing me back up and lifting me up onto the counter next to the sink. He kisses me hungrily and moves his hands to pull at the hem of my shirt instead. I lift my arms up, knowing the routine he pulls so well by now.

"And you're always just so ready, angel." He comments as he pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it aside, leaving me sat on the counter in front of him in the backstage bathroom in just bra and red leather skirt from the concert, a couple small tattoos inked on my collarbone and ribs now visible.

He grips my red leather skirt in one hand and the hem of my bra in the other, gently tugging on both of them at the same time.

"These need to come off."

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” I tease. His hands go to my hips, grabbing the soft skin beneath his fingers.

“So needy." He then grabs the red leather and begins to slide it off me, leaving me only in my black lace bra and underwear. He paused and looks at the time on his watch.

“We have to be back on the bus to the hotel in ten minutes so this needs to be quick." He then goes back to kissing my neck.

“The guys are still out in the dressing room so you need to be quiet for me, can you do that?"

I nod in understanding and bite my lip to try and keep me quiet.

I gently place my hands on your hips and look into your eyes.

“Tell me if it gets too much or too fast alright?"

———————————————

My head rolls back and hits the mirror as it all comes to end, my knuckles turning white as I grip the sink either side of me.

He finishes not long after me, he pulls myself out and leans forward to kiss my lips, both of our breaths coming out heavy as we try to catch them. I kiss him back with a mix of salty tears and saliva.

“Maliki’s going to kill us if we’re late for the heist.” I whisper as we pull back. He smiles at that comment.

“How long do we have?"

I reach for his wrist and check the time on his watch.

“Two minutes.”

"Shit."

I scramble painfully off the dirty bathroom counter and quickly try to throw my clothes back on, my makeup and eyeliner smudged as I look in the mirror, trying to make myself look more presentable. We both stumble out of the bathroom back into the dressing room and see the other three waiting for us. Louis, Liam and Niall look confused and irritated at the same time. Niall is the first one to speak.

“Where the hell have you two been?"

“Getting ready for the heist, c’mon boys Maliki had given us a job to do.” I smirk and walk over towards the door.

“Well you were taking a bloody while." Niall says as he follows me with a raised eyebrow. I lift my hand up to dismiss him as we head out the venue towards the black SUV’s.

"We're going to the warehouse right?” Liam asks, trying to get the conversation going as we walk to the vehicles waiting for us. We all hop into one of them while a man drives off towards a desolate desert.

"Do we have all the supplies?" Niall asks as the SUV begins to make its way through the night. I smirk and lift up my red leather skirt to reveal a small pocket knife strapped to a garter on my thigh. Along with a handgun.

"Oh good, you've got that with you." Niall says, rolling his eyes as he looks down and sees the weaponry.

“Let me guess, you've got more than that?"

I dig into a duffle bag beside me and pull out four guns, handing one to each of them.

“Tuck them into the waistband of your pants.” I instruct.

With skeptical looks they each quickly take the guns and do as I’ve instructed, putting them into the waistband of their pants, making sure that they're concealed and hidden.

“Don’t worry.” I say noticing the look on their faces.

“They’re only for protection.”

As the SUV pulls up at the warehouse all five of us lift our black hoods over our heads and pull up our bandanas to cover our faces.

"Let's do this." Niall says as the SUV comes to a stop outside a large warehouse with broken windows and a graffiti-covered wall outside of it. The area is completely empty. We exit the vehicle and quietly gather near where we are supposed to enter.

“What are we looking for again?” I hiss a whisper.

"Maliki said 10 mill, I believe? And a necklace?” Liam says quietly and then glances at the watch on his wrist.

“We have ten minutes to get in and out."

“Security line very entrance and exit.” I mutter in thought.

“Aright boys, let’s get Maliki his money.”

Niall gestures to the door before nodding at the other guys.

“Let's just get in and out" He says under his breath as the five of us make our way to the entrance of the warehouse, all on high alert for any guards. Liam pushes the door open quietly and we carefully walk inside.

We sneak through each corridor and looming in through small glass windows in every door.

“Does anyone know exactly where we’re supposed to be going?”

"Not a bloody clue." Niall says quietly as we continue moving through corridors inside the warehouse.

"We don't have much time, we need to find the money." Liam says as he goes to push through a door, only stopping himself when he hears voices on the other side of it.

We all freeze. Waiting for the voices to pass. I look around where we were crouched down. I notice a door without a window.

“Hey, didn’t Maliki say something about a plain door? No window?” I whisper to Harry who was closest to me.

He glances over my shoulder to the door that I was talking about, nodding his head slowly when he sees it.

“I think that must be it."

I whistle quietly to get the others attention. Once I have their attention I nod my head over towards the door. Everyone takes notice and glances over at the door I’m pointing to. Liam nods at me and gestures for me to go ahead and open the door. I army crawl out of our hiding spot and reach the door, sitting up onto my knees and trying the handle. Bloody locked.

Liam glances at the watch on his wrist and sighs.

“The last thing we need is to run out of time."

“Hold on, it’s a keyhole.” I mutter, removing one of the pins from my hair and jamming it in, hoping that when I twist it round it will unlock. The keyhole soon turns open, and with a turn of the handle, the door unlatches and you're able to open the door. I look back at the boys one last time before slowly making my way into the room and shutting the door behind me.

The room is very quiet and eerie, with only the sounds of my footsteps against the cold, concrete floor. In the centre of the room is a small table and on the table is a large, locked chest. Seems to be what we were looking for.

It had a passcode for the lock. I know that the code for it will be in one of the file cabinets. There were hundreds and we were on a time crunch.

“Fuck you Maliki.” I mutter to myself, laughing lightly as I begin searching through the file cabinets. He just had to make this difficult.

I walk to the file cabinet but as I look through it, I hear a voice from the other side of the door.

“Someone's in here!”

I panic and reach for my gun, scanning around the empty room for sight of anyone. I hear footsteps approaching slowly, then a beam of light starts to flood through the dark room, as the large metal door to the room clicks open. Two guards enter the room, weapons drawn and pointed in my direction. They are both large, burly men who look like they could overpower a grown adult quite easily. Shit.

I drop my gun, putting it back in my pocket and remove my hood and bandana, raising my hands above me showing them I’m not dangerous. Probably a stupid idea but I have a pathological need for risk.

One of the guards chuckles when he sees me drop my gun.

“She's just a girl.” He says to the other, who lets out a pitiful laugh. I grit my teeth at their laughter. How sexist. I think to myself. I could easily snap their necks in half if I wanted too.

“I-I mean no harm…please-I just…my dad runs this place and he asked me for a file but I can’t find it…and-and-“

I lie, faking crying. I’m good at acting like the weak innocent girl because that’s the way everyone’s always treated me.

“Just please…don’t shoot me…” I sniff still playing it on.

The guards all look at each other, unsure of what to make of this situation. One of them steps forward more.

“Your dad? And what's his name?" He asks in suspicion. Oh fuck.

“D-David.” I take a wild guess, it is a pretty common name right? But luckily the guard seems to buy it. Thank god.

“David...David Smith. That your father?"

I nod timidly.

“Yes sir.”

The guard looks at me carefully, not lowering his gun slowly.

“How old are you?"

“19.” Another lie.

The guard nods and lowers his gun fully.

“Okay. Can I see your identification?"

“I-I don’t have any…” I lower my head in fake despair.

“All I have is an old university card but that doesn’t have a name on it.” Man I was good at lying today.

He seems to believe that I don't have any form of ID on me. Rookie mistake in my opinion but I’m not the one that’s trying to stop me from breaking in.

“So your dad made you come here all alone without any ID? Not very responsible of him if he's sending you into a warehouse like this all by yourself. What was it you needed, again?"

“Just a file.”

“Which one.”

“I don’t know-“ I avert my eyes back to the open cabinet beside me without them noticing, I spot the note of the number code for the safe on top and smirk to myself. Bingo.

“I’m just…I’m just gonna leave- I’ll let my father know I couldn’t find the file…” I mutter timidly and walk towards the door.

Neither of the guards think twice about me heading to the door, since I seem like I’m going to leave without even finding what I came here for.

“Sorry to bother you, you seem very nice.” I say in a sweet tone, god I could almost gag.They follow out after me, leading me back up the corridor towards the exit. I spot Harry and the boys out of the corner of my eye, hiding behind a cart and out of sight. I give them a little smirk and wink, letting them know my plan.

Harry seems to notice my little smirk and wink, and his eyes light up as he realises that I know where the file for the safe is. He gives me a small approving nod, a silent message of understanding. The guards bring me back out and towards the door leading out of the warehouse. I begin to walk up the dirt track and into the middle of nowhere, the sun coming up behind the clouds. I pull my head back up to cover my head. I just hope the boys are able to get into the safe.

I continue walking away from the warehouse before finally reaching a desolate location in the desert, with nothing but dust and sand around me. I take a deep breath and turn back to face the warehouse as the sun begins to come up. The silence is deafening, with only the sound of the wind as it blows through, creating a small breeze.

Once I notice the guards had gone back inside I begin to panic knowing it’s only a matter of time before they find the boys in the room. I run back up towards the warehouse and duck, hiding behind one of the cars.

I can hear loud footsteps from inside the buildings hallway, as well as muffled voices of the guards. They had obviously realised that something was off and were heading back towards the room with the safe in it.

“C’mon Harry, c’mon.” I mutter under my breath nervously. Every passing second is a possible second too late. Suddenly, I hear the loud sound of a gunshot come from the warehouse. Followed by the sound of three more gunshots and heavy footsteps and shouting. After a few more moments, the sound of the footsteps and shouting fades away and is replaced by silence. The silence is only for half a second before the large metal doors are flung open and out run Harry, Niall, Louis and Liam, closely followed by about a dozen security. I can’t help but smile.

The remaining guards try to shoot at the four of them, I hear Harry shout towards me, barely able to be heard over the sounds of the gunshots.

“Drive!"

I pull out my own gun, dipping out of my hiding spot for just a second to shoot a guard that was right on their tail. They run closer to the SUV and I jump into the drivers seat, desperately trying to start the vehicle. As they jump inside, the guards keep approaching the vehicle, firing shots towards us. I start up the engine and try to drive away. More and more guards are approaching our direction now, firing shot after shot, coming closer towards the vehicle.

A car pulls right up beside us.

“Duck!” I yell at the boys before a bullet comes flying through the window, shattering it. They all duck down as the bullets narrowly miss them, and before the guards manage to reload and shoot again. I start speeding away away from the warehouse and away from all the guards, taking them on a chase as I try to lose them.

I keep one hand gripped on the steering wheel before aiming my gun out of the now broken window of the SUV and shooting it right through the officers window, straight to his temple. I watch as the driver falls slump at the wheel from my shot and the car steers off track into a massive barrel of gasoline. Instantly blowing up. I can’t help but laugh maniacally as I speed off down the desert, losing sight of the warehouse and the cops. Soon enough, the dust and sand kicks up from my speed, clouding their vision, and making it hard to follow us.

After a few moments of driving in silence, I turn back to the others.

“Did you get everything?”

Harry nods his head as he looks back at you.

“Yeah. We got the money and the file from the safe. I just hope we got it all."

I laugh again, we were all high on an adrenaline rush that’s for sure.

Harry also begins to laugh. After a while all five of us are laughing like idiots as we drive into the early morning.

“God, we're actually insane." Harry says with a chuckle.

“That’s the thrill of it baby!” I shout over the wind. Harry grins at me and grabs my hand, holding it tightly in between his fingers as he looks over and listens to the sounds of the engine on the dirt track. I smile over at him briefly before Turing back to the road.

“I say we have a celebratory party! Huh Niall?”

“Fuck yeah!”

THE END

[slitherinfest]

multiplicity by pwplicity (duplicity)

E | Harry Potter/Tom Riddle/Harry Potter | 3,304 words | WIP

Tags: AU - Time Travel, Professor Harry Potter, Teacher-Student Relationship, Explicit Sexual Content, Extremely Underage, Mildly Dubious Consent, Obsession, Manipulative Tom Riddle, Bottom Tom Riddle, Grooming

Summary:

At the age of twelve, Tom is well on his way to having all of Hogwarts wrapped around his clever, crooked finger. Others are beneath him, unworthy of his regard—but for Professor Evans, Tom is willing to make an exception. When transfer student Harry Potter arrives mid-November, Tom is inclined to dismiss the older boy as another arrogant Pureblood who will treat him with disdain. Only, Harry isn’t like the others. Not at all.

[rockstargfsworld]

[davidtennantgenderenvy]

HERE IS A COMPREHENSIVE LIST OF PROBABLY MOST OF THE STUFF I LIKE! Feel free to ask me about any of it

PERSONALITY TYPING: INFP 4w3 (471)

BOOKS: Grishaverse, Lord of the Rings, To Kill a Mockingbird, The Song of Achilles, The Prince of Tides, The House in the Cerulean Sea, Harry Potter (unfortunately), Gone With the Wind, His Dark Materials, A Far Wilder Magic, The Hate U Give, The Outsiders, The Devil and the Dark Water, They Both Die At The End, Riordanverse, Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Warriors

MOVIES: Titanic, Dead Poets Society, It’s A Wonderful Life, Little Women 2019, NOPE, Pan’s Labyrinth, The Sixth Sense, Terminator (especially 2), Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Addams Family (1991) The Shawshank Redemption, Parasite, Knives Out/Glass Onion, Tar, Harriet, Romeo and Juliet (1968), Interstellar, Forrest Gump, Schindler’s List, The Princess Bride, Get Out, Lady Bird, Silence of the Lambs, The Truman Show, The Wall, 12 Angry Men, Recovery, so so many animated movies (especially WALL-E, The Prince of Egypt, The Hunchback of Notre Dame and Howl’s Moving Castle!), SOME Marvel movies (mostly guardians and spidey)

TV SHOWS (live action): LOST, Breaking Bad, Doctor Who, Person of Interest, Good Omens, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Downton Abbey, Ted Lasso, My So Called Life, Stranger Things, Broadchurch, Alias, Sherlock, Maid, The Last of Us, Dark, Happy Valley, Takin’ Over The Asylum, The Sandman, Heartstopper, Jessica Jones, Andi Mack, The Queen’s Gambit, Derry Girls, The Office, A Series of Unfortunate Events, 1899, Mare of Easttown, Around the World in 80 Days

ANIME AND CARTOONS: Fullmetal Alchemist (both versions), Avatar, Steven Universe, Phineas and Ferb, Death Note, Assassination Classroom, Demon Slayer, Attack on Titan, Monster, Spy X Family, Ouran High School Host Club, My Hero Academia, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Toradora, Gravity Falls, The Owl House, Cowboy Bebop, Erased, Mob Psycho 100, Kotaro Lives Alone, Ducktales

MUSIC: Queen, Taylor Swift, My Chemical Romance, Adele, Jeff Buckley, Will Wood, Olivia Rodrigo, The Beatles, Billy Joel, Hozier, The Proclaimers, Mitski, Fiona Apple, Brandi Carlile, Janelle Monáe, Alanis Morrissette, Sinead O'Connor, Nina Simone, David Bowie, BTS, Stray Kids, Day-6, Kelly Clarkson; Guns N Roses, Muse, Beyonce, Lana Del Rey, Pink Floyd, Eminem, Kendrick Lamar, George Michael, Heart, Radiohead…

MUSICALS: Les Miserables, Great Comet, Ragtime, Phantom of the Opera, Hadestown, Hamilton, Wicked, Come From Away, Matilda, Falsettos, Jesus Christ Superstar, Anastasia, Evita, The Last Five Years, The Sound of Music, West Side Story, The Clockmaker’s Daughter, Ride the Cyclone, Sweeney Todd, Parade, Little Shop of Horrors, Cats, In The Heights, Into the Woods, She Loves Me, Sunday in the Park with George, Lizzie, Newsies, Bonnie and Clyde, The Secret Garden, The Wild Party, Cabaret, Putnam County Spelling Bee…(I also love Shakespeare!)

VIDEO GAMES: basically just Super Mario Bros and Undertale but boy do I love Super Mario Bros and Undertale

YOUTUBERS: Schaffrillas Productions, Cinema Therapy, The Authentic Observer, Matt Rose, PMSeymour, Katherine Steele, The Swiftologist, FilmCooper, Sideways, Anthony Fantano and too many others to mention

FAVE ROLES I’VE PLAYED: Elsa in Frozen, Morticia in The Addams Family, Mercutio in Romeo and Juliet, Iolanthe in Iolanthe, Juror #8 in 12 Angry Jurors

[heysupthena]

On tiktok I had posted about my favorite Harry Styles Fanfics from Wattpad, and it got quite a bit of traction. This resulted in people asking for recommendations and which HS Wattpad stories I like... so here are some for you to check out if that is your kinda’ thing. :) <3

[shawnxstyles]

after not reading complicity for FOUR MONTHS i’m finally reading it again. omg this shit has me in a chokehold

[descendantofthesparrow]

Idea;

Mal, running in; I FUCKED UP! Uma; that's normal, but how did you fuck up? *Harry walks in, then another Harry behind him, and then another Harry behind him* Uma; oh-that kinda fuck up

[crimsonlovebartylus]

why the fuck did I get the sudden urge to read duplicity? like ok dark harry styles, that was an era i left behind and now my soul has been wanting to read dark harry??????????? wtf

[harrystyles-lovee]

[seduzi]

Hysteria

Read my harry styles fanfic on Wattpad.

Harry Styles lives immersed in the mafia world, he's ruthless and shows absolutely no remorse for his deeds of cruelty and destruction. Isolation has always been his preference, however, when he sees himself stuck with a woman as twisted as him, he quickly realises that she might be the catalyst for his own demise. Follow Harry as he navigates through his own cruel mind, unlocking the truth about his past and overcoming his desire for pain as he comes with terms with his disease.