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Here is why being a Larry isn’t just “shipping your favs”

- Zayn has a written statement about how Harry and Louis felt like they couldn’t even be friends in public anymore because everyone said they were dating.

- Louis twin sisters have stated multiple times that larry was never and still isnt a thing. They’ve said it makes them uncomfortable and sad for their brother.

- Eleanor has received death threats from larries, claiming she’s “straight breeding” Louis.

- The whole babygate theory of Freddie not being Louis child is sick and twisted and if you believe that you must be 12 and lacking in maturity.

- Both Anne and Louis’ father blocked accounts that were harassing them for information for larry.

- Niall made a statement saying larry isn’t real.

- Louis HIMSELF made a statement that it isn’t real and he’s a straight man.

- The whole origin of being a larry is believing that two men can’t be friendly and affectionate to each other without being labeled as gay. It’s extremely toxic and started that way. Also many young fans shipped them just because two attractive men would “look good together” which is horrifying and invalidating to so many relationships in the LGBTQIA+ community.

- The lyric analysis of Louis saying “Princess Park” can mean anything. If you’re a larry, you are forcing something down someone’s throat that they’ve stated makes them uncomfortable and there’s no evidence to what you’re claiming. So much shit could’ve happened in Princess Park but larries believe harry is the only answer. Could it still be about harry, sure, is it in the context larries would want it in, no.

-People who don’t ship larry aren’t homophobic, they just see what it really is. You can’t blindly say something, read into every little thing, create outrageous theories, and ruin friendships and claim it’s just you “shipping your favs”. It’s toxic, it’s fetishizing same sex couples in multiple ways, and it’s crossing so many lines.

- If you are a larry and you’re reading this, do actual research. Not watch “Larry Proof videos part 3” or the “Wellington Video” and claim that’s your research. I’m talking about reading statements from THEM and THEIR FAMILIES AND FRIENDS!

- No their tour dates being kinda similar means nothing stop reaching.

- Whatever theory about “around 1:32” and louis being in a freeze frame at that point in a random 1D music video means nothing.

-All the boys were brothers and best friends. That’s why there’s Narry videos, Zarry videos, LiLo videos, etc. Larry videos aren’t special or ground breaking evidence when THEY ALL ACTED THAT WAY TO EACH OTHER!

Most of the younger audience are Larries that I’ve seen so please please please realize that your words matter. What you spread matters. Mindlessly shipping this is so gross on many levels that I urge you to please look in the mirror for a minute.

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with every beat of my heart

in which your loverboy sends you a letter.

categories: soldier!harry soft!harry ultra-mega-in-love!harry

pairing: harry styles x you

warnings: fluff, stab-me-in-the-freaking-heart words and angst?

word count: 1.6k

a/n: had this in my mind. wrote in while on a zoom class. yay. if you like it please reblog<3 it helps a lot! feedback (good ones pls) is appreciated!

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Love of my life,

I write to you from thousands of miles away from you, lighting me with a candle while my teeth chatter from the cold. There are sounds of airplanes passing over me, or the groans of injured people, or sad people, or people doing the same thing as me: writing to their loved ones.

You don’t know how much I miss you, lovey. Are you tired? You should, because all you do is haunt my mind day and night, although, I’m not complaining, I try to cling as hard as I can to the memory of your touch, of your silhouette. I try, I really try to stretch as much as I can, and if I do it with effort, my fingers touch your skin ever so gently, until you vanish.

I love that you visit me at night, in my dreams, where tranquility and green grass reign here; no land and gunshots along with suffering.

Yesterday I dreamed that we both had a day in the field, one with lots of sunflowers and now it’s the only thing I can think of. You would be in that baby pink plaid dress that I fancy so much, and your cherry lipstick that makes my heart skip a beat, making my mouth cry at the sight of yours. In your hand you would carry the tablecloth where we would lie down and I would carry the brown basket where we keep the food we would eat; cheeses, many kinds of cheese, and fruits, watermelons, strawberries, bananas, melons cut into small cubes… The sky would be in its most beautiful blue tone, combining with your beauty and the clouds would be placed in respective shapes where we would spend minutes (or hours) arguing about what they are. The breeze would be warm, and it would fly along with your hair, and even though I am enjoying how mesmerizing you look, you would be pouting because it’s messing up your hairstyle, I would laugh, and you would run your hands through mine to leave me disordered too.

If you knew that everything in my life is turned upside down since you entered my world, and I don’t plan to order it any time soon. I like this mess. I enjoy this mess. I love this mess.

I love you.

We would be lying on the hill. Me on your stomach giving her kisses and snorting at her in the sides because I know it tickles you, and you might be worried since I had to raise your dress to kiss you so you think someone will see your panties, but we are alone, and in the end, you would end up relaxing because that usually happens when you laugh. Then we would sleep since we both get sleepy after eating. I would say that I would be the big spoon, but we both know well that you always end up being that one, and I must admit that now what I need the most is your arms around my torso.

I already want the day to come when I’m traveling on the train back to our house; and back to my home, you.

I am totally, completely and madly in love with you. I have framed in the brightest light of my brain the day I saw you for the first time; when you were buying a bottle of milk and the coins weren’t enough for you, and me, wanting to impress you because it really was love at first sight, I paid you for the milk. Who would’ve thought that I would have to work for your family later on.

A forbidden love. As a child, I always imagined having a love so real and strong and powerful and extremely giant that it shouldn’t happen. The adrenaline of not being caught, of the stolen kisses, of the looks with smiles threatening on our lips. And I got it, I lived it and it was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Also the day you were walking down the church aisle with flowers in your hands and a white dress. It amazes me that the clothes were supposed to bring elegance to you, but instead, you brought them the elegance. I don’t know if you noticed, but tears were shed on my part (and yours, yes, I did see you, HA).

I also remember the tears you shed when I was enlisted to come here, in the war, or when I had to almost throw my torso out of the small window to say goodbye to you as long as I could while the train started moving and increased its speed.

You’re beautiful. You are smart, you are warm, you are happiness, you are passion, you are desire, you are all the colors of the rainbow, you are love. You, my pretty, pretty, pretty girl, you are love. You are the good thing in this world, you are the peace of torment. Every inch of your being has unmatched perfection. And stop, I know you’re thinking “no one is perfect.” Bullshit. You are perfect, you are for me, as I am for you. 

We’re meant to be, don’t believe in anything else but that.

You are perfect when you smile, how your eyes narrow, and very small lines of happiness are formed on the sides of your magnificent eyes. Your skin is perfect, always so tender, transmitting so much love to me. The way you dance is perfect, like when we did it that time in the rain and some musicians were playing in the street under a roof. The way you kiss me is perfect; your lips are a piece of the puzzle that fits perfectly with mine. The way you touch me is perfect, how your fingertips turn into flames and burn every bit of my body. The way in which the instrument of your body creates the most beautiful melodies each time we collide in a knot of passion; your moans, your faces, your sighs, your legs after, everything is fucking perfect. So yes, you are the definition of perfection, for me and for everyone.

I wish I could hug you, kiss you, love you, take care of you, adore you, talk to you, listen to you. I want to, and I do, in my mind, and although there are battles and hatred outside, in my own world there is peace along with harmony and a lot of love.

I miss the shape of your lips, I miss every part of you and I hope you miss every part of me too. I miss you like the sky misses the stars in a storm. I miss you how the branches of the trees miss the shelter of their leaves in the winter. I miss you like a heart in love misses its loved one. I miss you.

I love you. I love you like I never loved someone before. I may never find words precious enough to describe the way I love you, but I will spend my entire life searching for them.

I love you as if I were a soul that has lived hundreds of past lives, in all those searching for you, thus fulfilling the promise that I am yours forever. Because I am, my mind, body, soul and heart belong to you, they are yours and will always be yours.

I am surrounded by death, and do you know what they say about it? They say that death is the worst sentence people can give you, I disagree. Living, that is the worst punishment. Living without you, continuing to breathe the oxygen that the world provides us without you is utter torture, because I want to do it with you. Always with you. Always for you.

I love you, I really do. I’ll be back soon, I’ll be back home. Wait for me, sweet girl.

I love you with every beat of my heart.

Your loverboy,

Harry.

A single teardrop slid down your cheek and fell right next to Harry’s insignia. You quickly folded the paper and left it on the table, not wanting your tears of love and nostalgia to ruin the words of your precious boy.

The tip of your nose was red from crying so much, it has been almost thirteen months since Harry left on that train to war and there is not a miserable day that you don’t miss his company.

Suddenly, a knock on the door is heard and your heart instantly begins to jump with excitement. Will it be him? You start to think, is it really him? Is he back home?

Releasing a long sigh and running your hands over your dress to smooth out the wrinkles that formed when you sat at the window to read the letter, which had been sent a month and a few weeks ago, but had just arrived yesterday (and you opened it today, the night before you didn’t have enough strength to do it) you stood up and walked to the door, your right hand was shaking and you were startled when you came into contact with the cold doorknob.

You breathed out, closing your eyes, and at the count of three, you opened the door.

Behind it there was a soldier, but not the soldier you wanted to see. Not your soldier. And as soon as your eyes caught the sadness of his and his cap not on top of his head but on his hands which were crossed in front of him; you suddenly knew.

And your heart and body and soul and your whole being bled from the stab you just received, a stab that never came because the mere presence of the soldier told you everything.

Your loverboy is gone.

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Hi! Good morning!

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Will there be anymore parts to with every beat of my heart or that will be the only one?

only one :(

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my heart is so happy rn. i know who i am now, this journey of discovering myself couldn't have been completed without harry, he's my sun and he was the light that made me realize who i really am. i love you. i love him. harry loves you. you are all so valid and if you don't know who you are yet, it's okay, the day will come xx

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“It feels very free to me, which is, I guess things that I’ve been trying to process and I guess wrestle with a little bit over the last couple years, it’s kind of like, just accepting all of those things.” - Harry on the inspiration for Lights Up.

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26 Sounds from Harry’s 26th Year | Stepping in for Tom Petty

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when i kissed the teacher.

summary: the one man you want more than anything is the one man you can’t have - your english professor.

warnings: teacher/student relationship, age gap (implied), f receiving oral, whole lotta smut, whole lotta feelings, whole lotta angst

word count: 14.7k (strap in)

song inspo.: when i kissed the teacher - abba

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