#golden by harry styles

[djdangerlove]

Dj’s Buddie Playlist or an excuse to make these video graphics

[kisinthehouse]

Thinking about him shoving me up against the wall, the music from the party still loud in our ears, kissing me desperately. We both knew that this party was going to be crazy, but we never knew it was going to be crazy to this extent. His hands are groping my thighs roughly as he drunkenly kisses down my neck and my eyes roll up to the ceiling in pleasure. My nails are raking down his biceps. The fear of someone walking out of the party to see us is hanging in the air between us, but it fades to excitement the closer we get to each other. We both give each other a tipsy smile as he starts to move my skirt further up my hips, hitching my underwear to one side before he looks back up at me,

“Let’s not make any noise, yeah?”

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Harry Styles - Golden (iHeartRadio Jingle Ball 2020)

[lovisus]

College Dramione AU🦁🐍

"Always got that nose stuck in a book Granger. Ready for our date?" Hermione startles and flips around at the sound of his voice.

"Malfoy? You’re early, I told you I needed to finish this poti-" She flicks her wrist to check the watch resting there and stops short.

"Merlin, I can’t believe I lost track of time like that.." Hermione grimly turns to the unfinished looking substance in the cauldron she’d been slaving over for an hour, and then to her boyfriend with a look of exasperarion. "It’s too pink, and its been stinking up the room. I have no idea how to fix it"

"I’ve never seen a potion defeat you like this. Would you like some help oh mighty bookworm?" Draco teases and steps forward to circle his arm around her waist. She pouts and pushes him back slightly.

"Oh ha ha. I’d love to see you try. Professor Snape only glorfies your Slytherin tush. Unfortunately the rest of us belong on his very long list of people he’ll send to detention over breathing too loud."

"Only Snape? Don’t you also glorify my tush?" Malfoy juts out his lip and tightens his grip around her. She snorts and pulls her arms around his shoulders in defeat, because of course he would only hear the part where she talks about his ass.

"Give me five more mi-" she starts to say.

"Nope, you need at least another hour to rectify that aboniation. The frog tongue is whats giving off that lovely fragrance by the way." he says and accentuates this point by wrinkling his nose.

"Oh so it’s not the sassy ferret in front of me insulting my potioneering skills?" she deadpans.

"Touché bookworm"

"I try" she grins.

[denimbex1986]

'When Cillian Murphy took to the podium during Sunday night’s Golden Globes, his nose smudged in his wife’s lipstick, it was as if a door had opened on this Hollywood Neverland and an ambassador for the real world had stepped through.

Accepting the Best Actor in a Drama award for Oppenheimer, Murphy wasn’t so much un-starry as stonkingly everyday. Here was a normal person who had somehow beamed into peak Tinseltown and, if pleased, was also clearly a bit perplexed by it all.

The Oppenheimer win has made Murphy a frontrunner for the Oscars. In all likelihood, he will be up against a creepy Barry Keoghan in Saltburn, an overblown Bradley Cooper in Maestro, and a fervent Leonard DiCaprio in Killers of the Flower Moon. With the arguable exception of the grandstanding Cooper, all would be worthy winners. And yet, underdogs everywhere will be cheering for Murphy. He’s spent the past 20 years negotiating Hollywood on his own terms and has rejected Tinseltown’s showiness in favour of staying grounded and playing the long game.

Murphy always wanted to be an actor rather than a star. Such a choice could easily have condemned him to a lifetime of supporting roles. Or a hiatus in TV, to which he seemed exiled when he settled in for a long run as Tommy Shelby in Birmingham noir Peaky Blinders.

But his decision to turn away from flashy parts has proved inspired. He is that rarest of things: an experienced A-list actor who comes to the Oscars without baggage. Unlike DiCaprio, he hasn’t had to overcome a past life as a teen pin-up. Nor does he have to justify a lucrative stint in comic book films, as Cooper has with his time as Rocket Racoon in Guardians of the Galaxy.

Above all, Murphy goes into Oscar season as an antidote to the “look at me!” culture of the social media era. In an age when fame is regarded as the ultimate commodity – more important than awards or critical acclaim – Murphy would rather let his work speak for itself. He lives humbly in suburban Dublin with his wife and two children – and his great passion outside of acting is music, as demonstrated by his semi-regular presenting slot on BBC 6 Music.

That’s lifetimes removed from Hollywood, with its self-mythologising and turbo-charged fakeness. It is also of a piece with his career since he broke through playing a survivor of the zombie apocalypse in Danny Boyle’s 28 Days Later. Ever since, he has chosen his jobs thoughtfully. In so doing, he has assembled a body of work of which he can be proud.

He hasn’t been above popcorn. He was a memorable villain in Christopher Nolan’s Batman Begins, where he played the Scarecrow as a trippy nightmare. But even when shooting for the box office, Murphy has been studiedly un-starry. Careful to keep his ego in check, he’s often happy in an ensemble – hugging the background in A Quiet Place II and settling for an extended cameo in Nolan’s Dunkirk, where he was content to let Harry Styles and Tom Hardy hog the spotlight.

Hog it they did – yet it was Murphy who proved to be in it for the long road. Because he could go into Oppenheimer without a Hollywood aura, he disappeared into the role. If hardly obscure, he nonetheless assimilated fully into the part. Throughout that film, you were aware of its stars. Florence Pugh and Emily Blunt doing their best with under-written female characters. Robert Downey Jr trying to pretend he hadn’t spent a decade as Iron Man.

Murphy, by contrast, split the acting atom. He vanished into Oppenheimer with a performance that exuded humility and sincerity. Bookies have now installed him as a favourite for the Best Actor Oscar. If he wins, it would be a victory for knowing who you are and what you stand for and believing good work has value beyond short-term acclaim. Above all, his success shows that it is possible to stay grounded while scaling Hollywood’s giddiest heights.'

[justthinkingaboutlouis]

10 days of Harry Styles

Day 2 - Fine Line (Album)

Pink and Blue Forever

[circlepitlouis]

Harry Styles as pizza 🍕 - a thread:

[cloud-breakingdreams]

Tudom, hogy megijedtél

Mert a szívek általában összetörnek

Harry Styles - Golden

[landhinlove]

guys remember when Harry sang Still The One with Shania Twain and did the golden lyric change the first weekend at Coachella and then sang I Will Survive the next weekend and also decided to sing a new song called boyfriends and also medicine

yeah what the fuck was that

[pathetic-dreamy]

Liam: Ok, you can all come. But you have to promise me you won’t do anything to embarrass me.

Niall: I promise.

Harry: Promise.

Zayn: Yeah, promised.

Louis: I’ll try, but if they have tequila, it’s in God’s hands.

[hldailyupdate]

‘Golden’ just hit 900 MILLION streams on Spotify! (28 April 2024)

[gods-graveyard]

Cant write but still want to do shit? Heres a little doodle of my version of the "Golden Trio" (as of rn) in my fic :)

My apple pencil DIED and I cant find the fucking adapter so I had to draw these little shits with hands only. Thankfully Chibi style works even better when these guys are 11-

EDIT Another doodle + Fic link (if desired)

I forgot earlier- heres another little doodle of how I picture Daphne (though I need to make her features a bit sharper, or the eyes at least- shes giving too strong "lamb" vibes)

AND the link

[hstylestuff]

like or reblog if you save

[allthelovehes]

Harry in Golden BTS Video (x)

[mulledcherrywine]

we’ll be alright (model!y/n x fineline!harry)

a night at the forum

a/n: okay so if i make an accuracy mistake please just, forgive and forget

warnings: like one curse, just extremely fluffy, cheesy ending as usual

“oh my god, y/n,” Charlotte said as you entered the Forum’s green room, still tired from a month of runway, photo shoots and endless press bombardment. Fashion month was not for everyone; perhaps including you, “his heart is going to literally cave in when he sees you”

You shot her a thankful pout, spinning in the outfit you’d been planning for ages to give the full look. You’d put on a white, 70s style dress, pairing it with knee high brown cowboy boots. You’d left your hair down as well; dancing was most fun when everything was out and free.

“Char, I had to fight to keep up with all of you, you’re all so cool,” you affirmed, plopping down onto the sofa. You began to flip through a couple of the photo albums on the coffee table when Mitch and Sarah came bustling into the room.

“Y/n! Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in ages, it seems!” Sarah squealed, pulling you up from the couch into her embrace, “What do you need? Tea, coffee, snacks?”

“Actually, I’m just waiting for Harry,” you replied.

“He’s so excited to see you, darling,”

“Like he would not shut up on the ride over here about how excited he was to see you tonight. Almost changed his outfit like 9 times, no joke,” Mitch chimes in, grabbing his guitar from a rack on the back wall. You blushed at his comments. Even though you’d been with Harry since HS1, you still found every one of his comments just as endearing as the last.

“Won’t be long now,” Sarah affirmed, shooting you a wink before heading off to grab her sticks. You went back to your spot on the couch as the band slowly funneled out and into the side stage. It was just you. You waited for what felt like years. You had begun to zone out when a few footsteps started to echo in the hallway behind the green room.

“Baby?” A familiar voice called from the doorway, Harry’s tall frame floating through it. Flipping your head around, you eyes immediately met his.

“Harry!” you shouted, jumping into his embrace, “God I missed you so badly, like everyday I wanted to just pack up everything and fly back.”

Before he could speak, you grabbed both sides of his face and pulled him into yours for a much awaited kiss, a month of emotion held in the distance between the two of you, now freed.

“Y’look so beautiful, went mental without you, baby.”

You looked back into his eyes how you did when he came into the room. You wanted to cry. You were so proud of everything he’d done, he was so proud of everything you’d done. Everything was perfect, you didn’t want to leave that moment. Ever.

“H?” Jeff called, breaking the moment, “Let’s go, man, 2 minutes!”

Harry gripped your hand in his, walking the two of you to the side stage with the rest of the band. You wrapped you arms around his neck, leaning in toward his ear.

“The album is perfect, H, like so fucking good. They’re gonna loose it,” You whispered.

“It’s all for you, love,” He replied, pulling you in tightly one last time before hopping onto the steps on the side of the stage. You blew him a small kiss and gave a wave. Like he always did, he pretended to catching it and mimed putting into his pocket, patting it a few times for “safety”. You let out a laugh at his act, heading toward the front to join Anne and everyone in the pit. You watched your long steps as you carried yourself down the Forum corridors and up to the G.A. section.

You’re expectation of solo Harry’s life, with you and without, was never this. You never expected the volume of people who stopped at nothing just to see him. Of course you couldn’t be prouder, but his success was beyond anything the two of you planned for.

Fine Line was a beginning, you thought. A call for everyone to join into this dance, this community of people who just love. That was what it was all about, and you couldn’t be happier to share it with the man who made it happen.



[gucciwins]

where were you?

Word count: 2069

A/N: this is for the lovely anon who requested angst dad harry and well I hope I delivered. please let me know if you liked this!!!! :) I love you

Warnings: angst

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Inez had been sitting on the steps outside her school long enough that there were no more cars passing by, and Mr. Hemmings was the last teacher waiting outside as she was his final student. 

"Inez, your mother, is never late," Mr. Hemmings stated, clearly worried. 

She shakes her head, "my dad is supposed to come." 

"Well, do you want to wait inside and finish your homework, or you can use the paints I never let you lot use," he offers, clearly seeing she needs a cheer me up.

"That's fine." 

Inez follows Mr. Hemmings back to his classroom. She sits at her desk while Mr. Hemmings brings her material and different colors for her to use. He goes back over to his desk, deciding to leave her be while he gets work done. They sit in silence for a few minutes until Mr. Hemmings begins to play music, Inez pauses, perking up, trying to see if she recognizes the song, but she doesn't. 

"Who sings this, Mr. Hemmings?"

"Kenny Rogers," 

"Hmm…"

"Did you finally not recognize a song, Inez?" 

She nods her head, "you got me."

"You might know islands in the stream," Mr. Hemmings says as he switches the song. 

"That's Dolly!" She jumps up, recognizing the voice. "Isn't this a Bee Gees song?" 

"Nothing gets past you, huh?" 

For the next half hour, while they wait for Harry to show up, the two browse some of Mr. Hemming's favorite songs that are age-appropriate for an eight-year-old. When the clock strikes four, Mr. Hemmings knows it's time to make another call. The office made one when he took her back to the classroom, and then nothing. 

"Give me a sec. Got to call the office." 

Inez deflates knowing her dad did forget about her, but she can't stay here. She hopes they call her mum. 

"Hi Lorraine, can you try calling Inez Styles' parents again, please?" Mr. Hemmings lowers his voice, "no answer."

Inez tugs his sleeve to get his attention. His kind blue eyes look at her in concern, "tell her to call my mum. She always answers."

"Lorraine, try Mrs. Styles. Yes, she gave notice that her husband was picking Inez up today. That's why you haven't called her, I believe. Good day, Lorraine."

It's not even fifteen minutes when Inez hears a click of boots rushing down the hallway and in walks a woman dressed in a two-piece blue suit, black boots completing the look. She looks important yet out of place with all the hand-painted artwork around her.

"Hi, lovebug," she greets out of breath. 

"Mummy," Inez jumps up from the chair and rushes over into her mother's arms.

"I'm sorry," Y/N whispers against her daughter's head. "Let's get you home." 

Inez rushes over to put the paints away and grabs her backpack, only offering her teacher a wave.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Hemmings. I hate that we made you stay late." 

Mr. Hemmings brushes her off, clearly seeing how sorry she is to him and her daughter. "Don't worry, she's a great kid."

Y/N walks out holding Inez's hand as she tells her all about how she spent time with her teacher learning new music she'd never heard. As they get in the car, Y/N helps Inez even though she knows her little girl is old enough to do it on her own. 

"I'm sorry your dad didn't make it. He got stuck at work." Y/N tells her daughter, although she knows it won't make up for anything. 

"Thank you, mummy." 

"How about we pick up your sister and get some ice cream?" 

"From Vinny's?" 

"Well, of course," Y/N bops her daughter's nose as she gets a loud yes. Y/N lives for her daughter's happiness and hates that she failed today. "Let's go. Ellie awaits."

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Y/N's heart dropped when she saw a call from the school, thinking the worst had happened and her daughter was hurt. She quickly excused herself from the meeting she was hosting. 

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Styles, correct." 

"This is her." Y/N answers quickly, hoping she'd get an answer sooner. 

"Your daughter Inez has not been picked up today. Is someone on the way, or are you able to make it here soon?" 

Y/N bit back at her anger at Harry for failing to pick up their daughter like he promised. He knew she had an important meeting she was leading today, and he failed her and Inez. 

"I'm on my way."

"See you soon, Mrs. Styles. Make sure to check in at the office first." 

She hung up the phone and brushed away her tears of frustration. She had to leave the meeting but knew Kai would take over as her second in command, knowing everything just as well as Y/N. After excusing herself once more from her staff more than understanding that her children came first, it's something she encouraged everyone to do at her company, and everyone had. 

After arriving at Inez's school and checking in at the office, she rushed to her daughter's classroom, hating that her daughter was here after hours and not at home eating the snack, she had left for Harry to give her. 

She found her daughter in low spirits, not for lack of trying from her teacher. She was angry at Harry even more for disappointing their daughter when he promised to pick her up. Harry always told her growing up that he'd never break his promises to her, and here they are years later with no promise being upheld. 

The girls got ice cream after picking up Ellie from daycare. She went once a week to help her meet kids her age and practice reading more. At three years old, Ellie was bright and took after her older sister, wanting to do everything she did even if she wasn't tall or old enough. It did not stop her, and Inez always encouraged her as well. 

Ellie was now in her room playing with her dinosaurs, and Inez decided to finish the last bit of her math homework in the kitchen to keep Y/N company. The mother-daughter sat in silence, but it was comfortable and something they both appreciated after a bad day. 

"Does dad still love you?" Inez asked Y/N as she closed her notebook and put it back in her lilac backpack full of patches from different cities she's visited with her parents. 

"Inez, what do you mean? How can you ask that? Of course, he does."

"He doesn't show it. At least not like he used to," she mutters. 

"How do you mean?" 

"Growing up, I thought there was no better love story than yours and dad. There would always be new flowers displayed around the house, notes I'd find meant for you. Home cooked meals where he'd cook, and you did all the tasting." Inez shares lots in the memories, and Y/N realizes that those moments are now rare and few. If someone is doing any acts of service, it's Y/N now by sending him "I love you" texts and cooking dinner for when he comes home.

Small acts here and there that Y/N knows she was thinking of him. While she hasn't seen any for the longest time. The flowers displayed around their home are because she picks them up at the store. Harry always seems to be the first out the bed but no longer makes breakfast for them all, let alone get the coffee going. Y/N hates that their daughter noticed this. 

"Go get your sister, dinner's ready." Y/N kisses her daughter's forehead. 

"I didn't mean to upset you, Mum," Inez whispers. 

Y/N smiles at her daughter, "not upset. Got lots to speak with your father. He owes you an apology." 

Inez doesn't say anything more, only wraps her arms around Y/N for a few seconds before racing up the steps. 

She doesn't know how much longer Harry will be, but the longer he takes to get home, the longer she lets her anger brew. 

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Ellie had gone down easy tonight, stating that she had such an exciting day that all her energy was spent. While Inez was no longer sad, Y/N could tell she became mad at her father. He did not come home today when he promised to spend the afternoon with her. 

Inez stayed silent as Y/N read to her, something she asked for tonight when she prefers Y/N to tell a story. 

"I'm sorry you had a bad day, love bug." 

Inez shakes her head, cuddling close, laying her head on Y/N's stomach. "You make everything better."

"I'll always try to do right by you. I love you." 

"Love you too, Mummy. So much." Inez told you to place a kiss on Y/N's stomach as she closed her eyes, ready for sleep to take her. 

Not long after, Y/N went down and headed to the porch leaving the kitchen light on with the hope that Harry would see it and follow it out. 

The night was cold and precisely what she needed because she didn't want the anger to get the better of her when they finally talked. Y/N isn't sure how much time went by while she waited for her husband, but she knew all the waiting she had done had numbed her. 

"You're still up, love?" 

Y/N doesn't turn around as she hears him shut the patio door. 

"Mhm." 

"Girls in bed?" 

"Yes, you know their bedtime," Y/N answers softly.

"Are you okay? Why won't you look at me?" Harry asks, voice full of concern as he sits beside Y/N, their thighs touching. 

Y/N turns her head slowly, letting him look at her tired face. "You alright, love? Bad day?"

She ignores his concern, "where were you?"

"Working you know that."

"Was there something you had to do today, Harry?" 

Harry stares at her for a second confused but decides to answer. "No, I was in the studio with the boys. Mitch even brought the little one," his voice trails off. "Shit." 

Y/N grimaces, knowing it finally clicked. 

"I didn't pick up Inez," his voice was full of disappointment. 

She doesn't believe him. She can't believe she has been so blind to how he's been treating them to how he's been treating her.

"She waited for over an hour. Inez was so excited to spend the day with you." 

"I know, I know, but it slipped my mind." Harry grabs her hand and brings it to his lips, leaving a chaste kiss, "I'll make it up to her. I promise." 

That word is what makes Y/N tear her hand away and stand up. 

"No more promises if all you're going to do is break them. I can't handle you breaking our daughter's hearts." Y/N feels her throat close up.

Harry tries to hide his emotions, but she can see he's hurting. He hates every bit of this conversation. Well, she can hurt him further. He needs to hear the truth. 

"Inez asked if you still loved me?" Repeating those words makes her feel sick. She hates that their daughter thinks that.

"What have you been telling her?" Harry demands, those words breaking his cold demeanor. 

Y/N scoffs. Not surprised he's trying to put the blame on her. "Not a thing. It's the fact she picks up on everything you don't do anymore. The fact that we have to plane when we want to see you. She misses her dad just like I miss my husband."

"Y/N," he's breaking, and she can't be the one to lift him up. 

Not now. Not when she knows he's the root of the problem.

"You wanted this life with me," Y/N gestures to all around them, trying her best to keep her tears at bay. "When did we no longer become enough?"

"You still are." He cries, "you always will be."

She shakes her head, "figure it out, Harry because if you don't, you're going to lose us all."

Y/N walks back into the house, leaving Harry crying in the backyard as he's left to wonder where it all went wrong. 

When did he begin to lose sight of those most important to him, and what would he do to regain their trust?