#just reblog louis and occasionally post about him

[malikson]

thinking about how to improve tomlinsonsource, so if you’ve got ideas let me know

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

i know you will have a lot of messages about liam's death and won't presume i will be the first or last place you hear about it, but wanted to send a personal note to you specifically.

i followed you on and off when i was in the thick of my 1d fandom. i often do not agree with you as i do not believe many things you do. (but one reason why i appreciate your perspective is that i do think you would endorse me having my own opinions and interrogating those opinions regardless of what someone on the internet says.)

i haven't been on your blog in years. (i got a job i like in public service, and it keeps me busy, so only occasionally do i think about 1d.)

when i saw what happened to liam (who was, for a very long time, my favourite member) i found myself typing in your name.

this morning (my time, a few hours ago), i had spoken at length to my friends about my feelings that i had put so much time and care behind an abuser. (i am a survivor of dv, so that makes it even more painful.)

i also talked about my guilt over still feeling defensive about some aspects of liam's life (particularly the way he was piled on when he was just a little stupid or made jokes people didn't want to understand). i felt guilty for clinging to a belief that he was a good person who experienced addiction and mental health issues and that his story is tragic in so many ways.

(i will never forget how he spoke about drinking excessively for his boss photoshoot, the one where he was in his underwear. that, to me, will always be emblematic of how desperate he was and how sick.)

i'm rambling from the grief, but i thought you would help me make sense of this, and it didn't take much scrolling through a search for liam on your blog for me to find the post about abusers not being cackling evil masterminds.

i think it's really going to help me work through everything i feel. multiple stages and kinds of grief. so i thank you for still being here when so many already left, and i hope you are well, even though i know so many of us are not.

Thanks so much for this anon. It's so lovely that you let me know that you thought of me and shared your thoughts. It's awesome that you like your job and I'm really sorry for the guilt you experienced.

I really appreciate hearing your complex feelings - it helps me make sense of my own.

I had tried to answer honestly when anons had asked me how I was responding to Liam once Maya had described how I treated him. But I'm realising that there was a lot going on that I hadn't really processed. When I talked and thought about my response - I focused on what I was doing - how I was posting what I reblogged and not really my feelings.

I had so much affection for Liam - after Harry and Louis he was the one I responded to the most. The way he would just say things was charming, hilarious, and terrifying at different times (it's where my URL comes from). He was so transparent about wanting to follow the rules and wanting to make everyone happy - and hated when they were impossible individually and also conflicted. And I responded to that both as an observer and as someone else who had that very human reaction (I've been wondering if people who mention his desire to make people happy in their statements are intending to draw the connection between that need and the distress he felt.). My 'Oh Lima' tag - I think reflects the combination of responses I had to him.

That affection withstood a lot. There aren't many people who said they were voting Boris Johnson in the 2019 UK election - where my response was anything but life long range. But what he said was so absurd - and so compatible with the other ridiculous political statements he'd made - all I did is move him down on the list of objectively worst members of 1D and keep tagging things 'Oh Lima'.

I wasn't naieve. I knew there was a high risk that he was hurting people, particularly women he was having sex with. I've said as much at various points. I knew that there's a risk with any men, particularly touring musicians, and particularly people whose coping mechanisms for their distress are destructive.

So I wasn't surprised when Maya described how she'd been treated. I stopped allowing to respond publicly to Liam in that mode. But that didn't resolve or change how I felt. Years of affection, built up through empathy, just sat alongside the knowledge about what he'd done. I think that was a fine response - I had other priorities this year than resolve what I thought about Liam Payne. I think part of my inability to articulate anything immediately after his death was because existing tension.

It's really natural to feel guilty - but I hope you feel like you don't need to. I didn't feel guilty about my reaction to some of the pile ons about Liam. I hated the way that people felt righteous about making fun of everything he did. It matters if someone chases their girlfriend with an axe - it doesn't matter if someone does cringey dancing at the concert - and treating those as the same is incredibly trivialising with violence. I thought the response to him on Logan Paul's podcast was all about people pretending their desire to make fun of people was righteous.

His story was tragic. I knew one of the things that I was observing and responding to was Liam's distress. But that didn't make it easy to reconcile my what I'd seen, and his responses to distress that he'd hidden until recently. Learning to hold the line about the harm people do, and process our connections to them and understanding of their humanity - is an ongoing process for all of us.

I think it's really normal for our response to this to be multi-staged. What it brings up will be different for everyone. I'm still trying to understand what it means for me (I've realised since his death that wanting to keep everyone happy and follow the rules is causing a lot of my stress at work. And I probably identified with Liam more than I knew). I'm so glad you found my tumblr in this moment and that it was useful.

Everything you say here sounds very wise. It is a process. It's OK.

[1dcommunityficrecs]

Pet Fic Rec!

I know we all love when we get pictures of the boys with animals -- dogs, cats, koalas, chimpanzees, fish... the list goes on and on. So here we have 9 fics focusing around relationships not with each other but also with their animal companions. We have fics under 5k and fics over 100k, cats and dogs and cows, pets and familiars and shapeshifters -- something for everyone!

Please give a read, and remember your domestic fanficus authorus benefits from lots of treats such as kudos, comments, and reblogs, for enrichment in their environment.

Lost Cat, Found Love by wemadethishome (4589, General, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Louis hates cats but finds himself dedicated to finding his neighbour's cat when it goes missing.

Reccer says: It was just so cute and sweet.

doG...and his friend by uhoh-but-yeah-alright/yeah_alright (3000, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

In this fic, Harry and Louis *are* the pets! Harry is a pet dog who can transform into a human man occasionally for his lonely owner to have some companionship. One evening while in human form he meets a man in his apartment that he's intrigued by. Based on that SNL sketch from when Harry hosted.

Reccer says: It's definitely a crack fic and so funny but it's really sweet too!

please forgive me if my lips quake by disgruntledkittenface (1622, General, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Harry's pet cat acts as her wing woman.

Reccer says: The most adorable meet cute!

Wanted: Dog Walker by Yesisaworld/louandhazaf (6000, General, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Louis needs a dog walker. Harry answers the ad.

Reccer says: Funny and sweet and adorable and comforting!

The One Where Harry Really Doesn't Have Ten Cats by LoadedGunn (10214, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Harry is a pet-sitter for the rich and famous, and he's utterly convinced that Louis leaving out porn and sex toys is just him joking around instead of trying to flirt with him.

Reccer says: I'm a sucker for cats and so having three adorable furballs in one story is amazing. Great sense of humor, Harry is so oblivious I want to scream but also laugh until it hurts

Sure Feels Good To Love Someone by LiveLaughLoveLarry (4000, General, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Louis and Harry always said they would get a dog when they got married. Sometimes, the universe tells you when it's time.

Reccer says: Louis and Harry are so sweet and solid and sure in their love for each other (and for their pets). It's sappy in all the best ways and it makes me tear up how happy they are.

Wild and Unruly by 100percentsassy & gloria_andrews (123655, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Louis is a city lawyer determined to convince cowboy Harry to sell part of his land for an oil well. Jolene is the pet of this fic - she's a cow.

Reccer says: Wide open spaces, fences to mend, Saturday evenings, cows and horses... what more is there to say? The way Harry and Louis' relationship unfolds and develops throughout this fic is truly captivating. Harry's love for the cows is so endearing and emotional. It's one of my favorite things about this fic.

Tired Tired Sea by Mediawhore (113303, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

Reccer says: I assume that everyone who reads these recs lists has read TTS. I hope they have. For me, this fic is everything. Clifford the dog is the pet of this story. And maybe everything would have been different if he hadn't helped heal Harry from that story...

A Complainy Popstar by snsk (2491, General, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Harry wants a baby. He settles for a pet rat. Louis sort of hates the pet rat very much a lot.

Reccer says: This fic made me laugh, and I really loved their characterizations. Their banter was such a fun element to the fic.

[statementlou]

i genuinely dont mean this to be shady but do you have any tags for your larry/1d related so i can block them? bc i always LOVE your takes and answers but i dont think i want to religiously see those things on my timeline and i also dont think i want us to unfollow each other lol

Hm! On the one hand, if people don't want to see something and ask for a tag, usually no brainer, ofc. And you're very sweet about it! But first of all to be clear, this is a One Direction fan blog; Louis is my favorite and I mostly blog about him, but I think it's all fascinating and all of them are interesting to me even if only for having been part of everything that happened. But that's not really the point here- the next most posts after Louis solo content I have lately are Zayn posts and you're not asking me to tag those even though he was in 1D; this is about what parts of Louis people want to see. But the thing is: larry and One Direction posts ARE LOUIS CONTENT, that's part of following Louis and talking about him and what's going on with him, which is what I DO! And actually I'm not into being part of the project of trying to erase huge parts of his life by acting like it's shameful or separate from current day Louis. I don't think being the most influential part of the biggest band in the world is shameful or something he would want danielled, and I don't think Harry Styles is evil and needs to be erased from history. I think that pretending big parts of Louis' life didn't happen is weird and is pretending he's someone other than who he is, which is basically insulting him if you ask me because his actual self is great, and like… I'm not into it. In this house we appreciate ALL of Louis!

However! I do tag my thoughts posts ("blah blah blah") and anyone can follow that as a tag (or other specific tags of mine like screen design or louis promo or what have you) if they unfollow me as a blog to just see my wordy ass takes and not all these glorious Louis pics and updates (and occasional other things). And if I follow you now I will continue to unless you post a bunch of things I don't like (ie about how much you hate 1D and larries lol or you just get really enthused about some untagged anime and I can't handle it); this is a sideblog so I can't easily see who I'm mutuals or not with, and I follow or don't based on whether a blog's content is what I want on my dash or not, period. There are lots of lovely people who I think highly of but don't follow and I support anyone doing the same, do what works for you. But I hope you instead choose to keep the small number of 1D and larry posts I make or reblog on your dash and take the opportunity to get to know Louis better by also letting those parts of his life be part of your picture of him rather than erasing it, which I think does him a disservice, and also leaves out a lot of context for the present moment. You say you appreciate my takes and thoughts: the things I chose to post are part of that! It's food for thought maybe! But also anyone can also just filter some key phrases or blogs and get rid of a lot of whatever they don't like that way from not just me but everyone ;)

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have a rec list of BL fics with cross-dressing. If you’d like more of these types of fics, you can also find a lot of amazing ones on our Louis in lingerie rec list here. If you enjoy our rec lists, please show support by liking and reblogging this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Viens Jouer Dehors (Come Out And Play) | Explicit | 3102 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis is a French model. Harry is the coffee guy. Louis doesn't speak English. It works out.

2) Handprints And Good Grips | Explicit | 3330 words

Harry wants to pull them down and suck him off. Harry wants to never take them off and eat him out over the lace. Harry wants to push them aside and fuck the imprint right into Louis’ body.

3) I'll Ride You (Like A Harley) | Explicit | 3517 words

Louis and Harry go to a club, too many people flirt with Louis and jealousy occurs. Harry decides that Louis is too pretty to get fucked in the toilets of a club and instead decides that Louis riding him on his Harley isn't that bad of an idea. And Louis is always willing to please his daddy.

4) Your Reputation and Your Good Intent | Explicit | 4028 words

Louis is a pinup model and Harry is his photographer. The shoot is anything but innocent.

5) Could Be Kissing My Fruit Punch Lips | Explicit | 4554 words

Harry happens upon a porn site that specializes in live videos and sort of falls in love with the cute boy he only knows as Kitty.

And then he gets the surprise of his life when he finds out Kitty attends his university...

6) TommoTwink | Not Rated | 4554 words

Harry was freaking out, he couldn’t find his laptop charger; he was searching everywhere around his shared flat for it but couldn’t seem to find it. You see, it wouldn’t be such a big deal if it wasn’t the second Tuesday of this month and almost 8 at night but it was and he wasn’t going to miss his favorite camboy live stream. That was not an option.

7) My Camboy | Explicit | 5125 words

"Alright, I’m off to bed." Harry said, throwing his plate in the sink.

"No work tonight?" Zayn asked, meeting his eyes

"Nope, not tonight." He occasionally worked mid-nights at the hotel down the street. Nothing major, just sat at the front desk, doing his homework, while he managed to talk to one person a night.

"Gonna study and get to bed early tonight."

"Or talk to your camboy." Zayn laughed, turning back to the TV.

Harry just rolled his eyes and didn’t answer as he quickly shuts his door, locking it. Sadly, Zayn was right, it was Thursday night, and his favorite boy was on soon. He went by Twink6Tommo9 and Harry was absolutely smitten.

8) I'll Make Sure To Call You Mine | Not Rated | 5388 words

It's Louis' birthday and Harry has come over to his family's house to celebrate. When Louis' parents and sisters go to sleep, Harry and Louis have some fun.

9) Such A Heavenly View | Not Rated | 5742 words

Louis discovers that he really likes girly things.

10) It's You That I Adore | Explicit | 5758 words

Where Louis is Harry's precious little faunlet and he makes sure the little one is aware of that.

11) Beverly Hills, Baby Honey | Mature | 7161 words

Louis strongly believes that Harry Styles is a bottom, a submissive, simply because he is one— he also fights people on Twitter about it. Until he meets the very man himself, and proves him how he couldn't be anymore mistaken as the man turns him putty in his arms, strong arms- pliant and docile.

12) I Won't Do You No Harm. | Explicit | 8378 words

Little black dress just walked into the room.

13) Makes Perfect | Explicit | 8610 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

"What if you practiced on like, a mannequin?" Louis presses. "Or one of those blow up sex dolls? Or even just like, I don't know, a pillow or something. Whatever it'd fit around."

Harry tilts his head thoughtfully, curls catching the light so entrancingly that Louis finds himself reaching up to push his fingers through them. "It's different, though, innit? When it's a real person. A pillow won't snog me."

"Why should it?" says Louis. "You can't even take its bra off."

14) Lights, Camera, Acción (You Can Be My Daddy) | Explicit | 8855 words

Louis is a slutty little camboy who likes going out without panties and Harry fucks him.

15) Maid in the A.M. | Explicit | 9118 words

“You’re not supposed to be here.” The lad frowned at him.

“Sorry,” Harry said automatically. Which, wait. No, that wasn’t right. “Um, actually, I sort of live here?”

Okay, that came out less firm than Harry would like, but it was still true.

The guy rolled his eyes. “Obviously.”

Harry had absolutely no idea what was happening.

16) If I Had One Wish I Know What I'd Wish For | Explicit | 10494 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis is the new servant at the Styles’ castle, and Harry is the Prince of England. Louis is resilient to Harry’s charm, but only for a while. They end up together, and they sneak around for a while until telling everyone.

17) Put It On Me | Mature | 14890 words

Harry's bachelor party doesn't go as planned.

18) Let’s Make Christmas Merry, Baby | Explicit | 19871 words

Harry and Louis have to play Mr and Mrs Claus at a frat party and don’t get on, but keep getting stuck under mistletoe until they do.

19) Middle Ground | Explicit | 23567 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry moves to a new town for work where he meets the enigma that is Louis Tomlinson.

20) Strangers In Love | Explicit | 42207 words

Prompt 51: An amnesia fic where louis and harry were enemies to lovers but after an accident, louis only remembers those memories that him and harry hated each other. now harry has to fix it. I think something like this less dark and less angsty compared to other amnesia fics and it could be funny.

21) Sweet Lou | Explicit | 115949 words

The Sweet Lou is a mafia romance between Louis and Harry. Louis is the son of a mafia Don, and Harry heads his own crime family. Though he's destined to marry Louis’ sister, they can't escape their obvious connection.

22) To Be Loved To Be In Love | Mature | 129407 words

At 18, every Sub must take a Match Test to find their Dom.

Poor, Farm kid Louis Tomlinson is matched with Rich, Businessman Harry Styles.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

[murillo-enthusiast]

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𝐿𝑎 𝐺𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒 𝑑𝑢 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑒́𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑙 𝑆𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑡

… Bonjour. This is Marshal-General Jean-de-Dieu Soult, the Duke of Dalmatia, though I do seem to be incarnated as I was when I served the Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte. My colleague Marshal Lannes has hosted some correspondence for me previously at @armagnac-army, but I have seen fit to begin administering my own communication channel here.

Any rumours pertaining to “Roi Nicolas” or to how I obtained my painting collection are baseless and slanderous.

If you will excuse me, I have paperwork to attend to. Any queries can be addressed to the “ask box”, and my aides-de-camp will redirect them to me - if they are not drunk again.

We're not drunk all the time! —ADC Colonel Saint-Chamans Indeed, just most of the time! Greetings, dear reader, we are Marshal Soult's aides-de-camp. I am Alfred de Lameth, and in this medium I am accompanied by the indefatigable Colonel Alfred de Saint-Chamans, the sensible Major Louis Brun de Villeret, the observant Captain Auguste Petiet and the botanical Lieutenant Colonel Jean-Baptiste Bory de Saint-Vincent. Our text will be marked in these colours, though the colours will vary if we are confined to, ah, "mobile". Do not be too intimidated by our marshal, and do send us inquiries! —ADC Major Lameth

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Out Of Character

(( Hi! This is a joke RP ask blog run by @cadmusfly portraying the surly strategist Marshal Jean-de-Dieu Soult (wikipedia link), one of Napoleon's elite military commanders, and his quirky bunch of aides-de-camp!

Jean-de-Dieu Soult is mostly known for being a plunderer of priceless artworks and wanting to rule Portugal under the name "King Nicolas".

However, it's much more likely that he pressured monks into selling him those artworks for cheap while he was invading their country, and that he was trying to divide and conquer Portugal politically rather than actually wanting to be king - which isn't better, in all honesty. But it is fascinating!

This is in no way meant to be a faithful, accurate or analytical depiction of the actual historical figure Jean-de-Dieu Soult or his staff officers, nor is it meant to condone their actions or offer any historical commentary. This is also primarily focusing on his life during the Napoleonic Wars, but if you want to, I dunno, ask about his life as Prime Minister cozying up to the Orleanists or the French Foreign Legion, I will go look at Wikipedia and come back to you!

This version of Soult and his men does have a bit of Worldbuilding Lore about their existence in the afterlife, but it's not necessary to know to interact with him.

So feel free to ask this grumpy asshole or his entourage of weird ADCs anything! And i also accept "magic anons" that mess with him magically, though like with asks I reserve the right to delete any or answer them at my leisure.

I also play a very loud Marshal Jean Lannes at @armagnac-army! ))

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Logistics

Directory of my Colleagues and Other Notable Personages - They will be filed under the "blog usernames".

Tags

proclamations from the duke of dalmatia - Announcements, proclamations and "self-posts".

the duke of dalmatia's correspondence - Letters and conversations with both anonyme askers and acquaintances.

the duke of dalmatia's aides de camp - The ADCs as a collective whole and their interactions.

adc saint-chamans

adc lameth

adc petiet

adc brun de villeret

adc bory de saint-vincent

madame la maréchale’s correspondence - Louise Berg-Soult has occasionally been asked for her opinion.

pertinent - Pertinent "reblogs".

murillo - The magnificent works of the painter Bartolomé Esteban Murillo.

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Phantoms of the Opera Masterpost

Ney's Painted Paradise Masterpost

Masterpost of Threaded Events: 1, 2

[thehussargeneral]

Ah, bonjour!

It seems you have found the afterlife encampment of the Hussar General himself, the Comte de Lasalle. Please excuse the behaviour of the sentries, many of them are still skittish as they were in life and can be wary of newcomers. If any of them act in a cowardly or otherwise unbecoming manner towards you, please bring this to the attention of the ADC.

General Lasalle welcomes correspondence, though the ADC warns that he can be rather brash, cocky and sarcastic. He's a hussar, you have been warned.

The General is not the only one residing in this corner of The Platform, for there are others who will also respond to correspondence here:

Pierre-Louis-Adolphe-Georges du Prel: The General's cousin and aide-de-camp. Largely competent, and tries to keep the others under control.

Joséphine d’Aiguillon: The Comtesse de Lasalle. No, she will not speak about her ex-husband.

The Horde: A mostly friendly but chaotic group of cavalrymen residing in the encampment. They will occasionally appear in the background (or force themselves to the foreground), and while they can be addressed they may not reply, as they are illiterate. Or drunk. We don't know which, actually.

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The General's Tags:

#lasalle answers : Lasalle answers asks.

#lasalle correspondence : General Lasalle RP.

#ooc : Out of character posts, may include fun facts or reblogs of such.

#aides de chaos : Anything involving the aides-de-camp. They also have their own individual tags: #adc du prel, [redacted for now]

#la comtesse de lasalle : Anything that the General's wife, Joséphine, is involved in.

#the horde appears : Anything that our wonderful Horde is involved in.

#lasalle reblogs : Anything that Lasalle reblogs in-character.

#lasalle lore : Loreposting about Lasalle's afterlife, such as his encampment and the mist.

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Welcome to my comedic RP blog for General Lasalle! This mildly unhinged operation is run by @upbeatmeeting, who for immersion is sometimes referred to in-character as the adjutant.

I am not a historian on the General by any means, but I do aim to represent him in a manner befitting the daring and iconic figure that he was. My interpretation is rather more sarcastic and cocky, though he can also sometimes show part of the sensitivity he was noted to possess throughout his life. What I mean to say is that this isn't 100% accurate and I'm not sure it ever will be. I'm just here to have a bit of fun. Also check out this list of the other members of this wacky roleplay scene.

As above, correspondence (and with that, magic anons) is most welcome. However, do endeavour not to be a cunt, because you will find yourself blocked and yeeted into The Void. I reserve the right not to answer and I will not be answering anything egregiously NSFW or otherwise inappropriate, though a little suggestive is okay.

Have fun :)

Oh, and maybe one day people's names will stop getting autocorrected. Until then, please ignore spelling errors.

[louisisalarrie]

if the boys have twitter/intsa/tumblr burners (extremely likely) how active within the fandom do you think they are?

kind of a scary thought that they could be one of your moots and youd have no idea!

I feel like… hm. I feel like they’d probably just lurk on tumblr if they even have accts here, and wouldn’t really reblog stuff. There’s not much need to be involved in fandom convos on here because we don’t have the big fights etc. like on twitter. So if they have burners here, I feel like it’d be checked less and just duck in when something big happens. But there were so many theories back in the day about them posting unseens on here and sending shady anons, because that’s the thing. You can be more anon on here than Twitter.

I’d say they are probably most active on Twitter, Louis has implied that before, and I wouldn’t put it past him to probably jump into Larry discussions and perhaps arguments on there too hahaha. I think he would probably correct folks on there about things and perhaps argue against theories that are reaching too far. I think harry would be more of a lurker who’d just like things and maybe tweet people occasionally being really nice.

Instagram I think they just have private profiles with friends and family and they don’t engage with fandom stuff there. There’s too much fandom stuff to cope with already, and the larry Instagram world isn’t as prominent as it is here and on twitter.

But yeah, back when tumblr was huge in the fandom, I reckon they probably sent some interesting anons around and were more active in the fandom. They probably both try and settle people down from fighting on twitter too haha

[hlficlibrary]

Hello! First of all, thank you for all the work you do! As someone who's been in and out of the 1D fandom for more than a decade but still cannot escape the clutches of this goddamn ship, it's really nice to have a resource for discovering new (and old) fic now that all my fandom friends have slowly trickled over into new fandoms and I no longer have anyone to rec me new things (my most trusted fic friend has now completely converted to F1 fandom...the betrayal...)

Anyway! I saw that you got a request for any new famous/non-famous a little while back and thought I'd shoot you an ask. I still occasionally write and I published a new famous/non-famous a couple of months ago that I would love to share. I put you in the tags but it's probably gotten lost in the shuffle (also I probably did something wrong, I am getting fandom Old after all). I would really appreciate if you wanted to share it to the library as I'm quite fond of it and would love more people to read it :) I'll put a link to the fic post below. Hope you have a lovely day! xx

joekavaliers.tumblr.com/ post/731459442464440320/new-fic

Hello! You're so incredibly welcome! I definitely know the feeling of fandom friends finding new fandoms...argh the betrayal! lol! I'm publishing this publicly, which I hope is okay to do. I did just reblog your fic post today after getting your ask, but I wanted to answer this ask because I don't know whether it just didn't show up in the tags or I somehow missed it. But I'm so so glad you sent me an ask to let me know that it hadn't ever gotten reblogged! I really want to encourage any writers out there if you notice that your fic hasn't been reblogged in a week or two which is about how far out the queue goes in general (Sometimes more, sometimes less just depending on how many people have tagged posts!) please just send me an ask letting me know! I really do just want to support all the new fics that come out! (Okay, but I looked at your ao3 and this doesn't belong on this blog but you wrote a Tomlinshaw fic that I LOVED! Professional competitive asshole Louis lmao so good) And of course, here is your new fic!

Allegiance to your burning heart by driveinbingo

“Have you written any more new songs?”

“I have, yeah. Lately they’re just…coming out of me.”

“Are there any more about me?”

He places a hand on the back of Louis’s neck, carding his fingers through the hair there. It’s getting long again, almost the length it was when Harry left. “They’re all about you.”

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In the ten years since he last saw his ex-boyfriend, Harry has become very rich and very famous and everything's just great, thank you very much. He definitely doesn't even think about Louis anymore. And he's certainly not going to let a ghost from his past haunt him as he embarks on the biggest tour of his career.

Except Louis always did find a way to crawl underneath his skin, didn't he?

[13eyond13]

Just adding some other thoughts on after watching another couple episodes (my other thoughts can be found in the notes of this post, I'm just not reblogging them again because it's a long ramble of a post)

So I got to the end of episode 3 and I feel like although I'm mostly enjoying it I also am starting to feel like the tone is a bit all over the place sometimes too. Not sure that's what you meant, but it feels a bit like the writers were having a hard time completely meshing the two different books together seamlessly at times. I wonder if you'd even notice this if you hadn't already read the books, but their attitudes toward each other and toward their vampirism and whatnot kinda flipflop back and forth between how it was in book one and how it was in book two, and to me that makes it feel a little emotionally inconsistent at times. Lestat is mostly like he is in book two when he's very affectionate toward Louis and open about what he knows and thinks, but then occasionally he gets very petty and cruel toward random humans or has a temperamental outburst like he does in book one. And Louis is mostly affectionate and friendly toward Lestat, but then he randomly starts loathing him occasionally and changing his mind about if he likes being a vampire and how or if he wants to kill people and whatnot. I really don't envy the writers trying to stay true to the books while also make the two very different conflicting accounts from two different POVs mesh together sensibly like that tbh, and though I think they're doing a fairly good job of it I do also feel like the cracks show a little bit in how the tone and the relationship dynamic feels a bit all over the place at times.

Some other random thoughts:

-I was glad that they kept the rule about the fledglings and masters not being able to read each other's thoughts, though it's a bit weird to me that Louis is able to mindread the thoughts of the people around him too, I don't think he is consciously capable of anything like that in the books?

-I was a bit weirded out by Louis eating regular food and by them still being able to have sex, which I already knew was going to bug me about this show. I just really prefer them not physically being able to do either thing anymore once they're turned, and don't really see the point of keeping that stuff in. I think it emphasizes the divide between their human selves and vampire selves all the more when they can't, and it makes their need to hunt even more pressing since it then becomes their only outlet for all of that sort of primal carnal stuff

- looks like Claudia is coming next episode, she's a big fave to me in the books and I'm looking forward to seeing what that's going to be like!

gotta say i tried watching the iwtv series but the tone just seems off somehow. there are good things about it sure, and i do love sam reid (?) as lestat, but the tone issue is similar to why i think vampire diaries is so off-putting for me. like, it focuses on sex and blood so strongly in a way, and sort of misses the elements that made the books so interesting to me. i wish i could explain this vibe better, lol.

that being said, i would be interested in your opinion on the show if you ever watch it! often when i happen to know the piece of media you're talking about you voice things about it that i haven't been able to put into words myself but strongly agree with, haha.

I'll try watching it today since the books are still fresh in my mind and see what I think! Curious to know instead of just judge mostly based on clips and gifs...

[alltheselights]

I’m in a bad place with most Larries right now. Earlier on this year, I don’t remember when because I rage-blocked it out, a pretty big Larrie on tumblr made a kind of list about how Louis could be a better gay man, better ways he could be a gay icon, even though he’s closeted and his closet is a very restrictive one and has been for a long time. I wanted to almost attack them through an ask, challenge them, but I didn’t. Even if they posted the ask I wanted to send, it wouldn’t do anything because the way they think seems to be how the majority of Larries think and I am so tired. Most Larries have done the same thing for years, blame Louis for his closet but feel sorry for Harry for his. “Louis doesn’t do enough to fight it, Louis could fix his image, Louis should do this or that to prove he is worthy of Larrie support, if Louis doesn’t do what I want I’m going to boycott him and his next album, Harry’s stunts are just because he wants to be a star and who can blame him for that, Louis hasn’t publicly supported Harry in years, that’s not fair to Harry, why should Harry publicly support Louis when Harry is closeted and made to not do anything to support Louis”. All things I have seen and heard from Larries. Larries answer and reblog asks saying these things and most of it is directed at Louis. I just went through the double standards tag of one of your mutuals and it was so saddening and disheartening because it hasn’t changed, all these years later, and it has only reminded me of how the fandom blames Louis for anything involving his closet. Louis has borne the brunt of it. Then about two weeks ago a Larrie answered an ask that asked why Harry would date a foul mouthed chainsmoker alcoholic McDonald’s fan unfashionable disgusting person like Louis, and the Larrie answered with how that person was insulting Harry actually, as Harry isn’t a shallow a**hole like them and that Harry values people for their heart and their soul. That’s it. Didn’t say Louis wasn’t those things. Maybe that Larrie thought there was no point arguing with Louis’ many good points because the person wouldn’t care anyway but h***ies reblogged it saying exactly that, that the Larrie didn’t even try to argue that Louis wasn’t those things. It’s been continuous bad moments from Larries for a long time and i hate it so much. I can’t be a Larry anymore because I can’t stand the difference in treatment anymore. Louis is never going to be good enough or do enough to make Larries want to support him as much as they support Harry, unless he comes out with Harry, and I need distance from people who place those kind of restrictions on Louis, Louis whose heart is so big and loving and thoughtful, who is so talented and works at his craft and cares so much but was beaten down for years so that his belief in himself was taken from him. Louis, who has fought to be where he is, to have a solo career, to regain his confidence. Who needs enemies when a person’s “fans” will be the ones actively contributing to a negative public perception of a person? Who needs enemies when “fans” will blame that person for their closet and act like it affects them more than the person who is closeted? Who needs enemies when their “fans” won’t respect them as a human being and not a toy? It feels like there a lot of people who don’t want Louis to succeed and that includes people who are meant to be his fans.

Yep, I'm in the same boat. Unfortunately, most of the loudest voices on Twitter and Tumblr on the Larrie side of the fandom are the least respectful of Louis and don't care about him unless they can relate the things he does, says, or wears to Harry, his sex life, or their personal own sexual fantasies about him. You occasionally find someone who does the same with Harry, but it's not as common and it's not as popular of bloggers or tweeters (not sure that's a word, but I'm going with it) doing it. There are some of us who are fine! Some of them follow me, and I follow others. But it's growing harder to find them every day and being here is intolerable a lot of the time.

[non-binharry]

this fandom really is so in denial about how malleable their views are about everything like people think "i'm following a few louies but this is harmless, they don't even talk about harry" and then it's "i don't even pay attention to those posts, i just follow for the louis content" then it's "they don't even post hate about harry it's just rightful criticism" and then these people occasionally might stop scrolling at a post they've seen a couple times and they internalize it, then they do it more and more often, beginning to give their two cents and having in depth conversations about harry with people who from the very beginning never hid how they felt about him until one day you're seeing direct reblogs from tried and true rads and you're like damn how did we get here?? these other people just foolishly believed they could never be influenced in that way but it happens each time. wash rinse repeat.

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Fifteen Years Later

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Summary: Set fifteen years after the twins from “I Need You” were born, the Hood children discover just how outlandish some fan theories are

Warnings: Swearing, fan theories

Requested: Nope

A/N: Yeah so this is inspired by discovering some of the theories people had about louis’ son after he was born and I missed this universe so thought it would be fun to add a little more to it. It is technically a Calum x reader fic but it’s mainly just about the kids, but I hope you guys enjoy! As always please remember to let me know what you think - send me asks, reblog and comment, hearing your responses always makes my day a little better and makes me want to keep writing :) and also please don’t take this too seriously, this fic is just a bit of fun, please don’t attack me for it or somethin

“Hey, can I come in?” Maia didn’t wait for Leo to respond before she sauntered into his room and flopped down onto his bed.

“Please, make yourself at home,” Leo said, rolling his eyes a little, making another edit to his essay. “What’s up?”

“I’m bored,” Maia shrugged, pulling out her phone.

“And it’s up to me to entertain you?” Leo questioned, swivelling his chair around to look at his twin with raised eyebrows.

“That’s your job as my dear older brother,” Maia confirmed with a cheesy grin directed towards him.

“I thought twenty seven minutes didn’t count as being older than you?” Leo mused, turning his chair back around so that he could return to work on his homework.

“It does when it’s convenient to me.”

“Nowhere in my job description does it say that I have to entertain you.”

“Arsehole.”

“Bitch.”

Silence fell between the twins as the two of them went about their separate activities - Leo doing his best to finish his homework, Maia scrolling aimlessly on her phone.

The two of them hadn’t shared a room in years. They had moved back to Australia when their mother found out that she was pregnant with their younger sister, Sophie, their parents having wanted to be nearer their own families for the birth of their fourth child.

Leo and Maia had been five when Sophie was born, and they had spent so much of their lives up until that moment being practically attached to the hip that they resented their parents a little for splitting them up.

So it was logical when their parents had their fifth child, Kara, two years later, that Maia and Leo would room together again.

The Hoods moved again when the twins were thirteen, Theodore was eleven, Sophie eight and Kara six, into the house that they still lived in now, with each child having their own room at last.

Calum had taken a lot of time away from the band in recent years, choosing to spend more time with his family.

It had been his idea to move house, understanding that as much as the twins were still still rather inseparable, they did need their own space as they grew into their teenage years. So he had spent months working on the house for them, setting up all of the children’s rooms exactly as they wished, with much help from his best friends, who had also moved back to Australia a few years prior.

And yet it was hardly uncommon to find Maia in Leo’s room - he had gotten first pick of the bedrooms on account of being the eldest, much to Maia’s distaste. It wasn’t that Leo’s room was the biggest of the childrens - no, he had allowed Maia to have the largest room, but it was the placing of it that sparked so much jealousy between the twins.

It was the room that had the best view, overlooking both the garden, which, since moving in, Y/N had spent so long tending to and making it look beautiful.

“Oh my God!” 

“What’s happened?” Leo asked in alarm, not expecting Maia’s outcry. His twin began to laugh.

“Come look at this!”

“What is it?” Leo asked again, rolling his chair across the room, away from his desk and towards the bed to have a look at Maia’s phone screen.

“Fan theories.”

“Fan theories?” Leo repeated, furrowing his brow. “Why’s that so amazing?” 

“Because they’re about Dad!”

“What?” Leo gasped, his eyes widening in surprise.

“Can I borrow your computer?” She asked, already leaping off of his bed towards the laptop on Leo’s desk and opening it, copying the web address that she had been scrolling through on her phone.

“You’ve found some 5sos fan theories?” Leo cackled, moving his chair back in front of his desk as they waited for the website to load.

“They’re insane, as well.”

The twins lapsed into silence as they began to read through the blog posts together, occasionally laughing at some of the more outlandish proposals being made.

Finally, Leo spoke, leaning back a little in his chair with a slight frown on his face.

“So… they think that Dad is actually with Uncle Ash, and that Mum and Aunt Kaykay are just, what - beards?” Leo shot a questioning look to Maia, whose expression remained gleeful as she nodded.

“That seems to be the case, yeah.”

“So… what’s their theory about us?”

“Us?”

“Well… do they think that we’re actually adopted by Dad and Uncle Ash or what? Because there are definitely plenty of photos released of Mum pregnant - especially when she was having Kara,” Leo pointed out.

There was a knock on Leo’s door.

“Yeah?” He called, the door opening to reveal Theodore, his head still buried in a book.

“Tea’s ready,” he mumbled, eyes still intently focused on the pages in front of him.

“Theo - come look at this.”

“I’m busy,” he denied, already beginning to walk away.

“You’ll find it funny!” Maia insisted, grinning over at Leo who rolled his eyes affectionately at their brother’s actions. 

“Doubtful - your sense of humour sucks,” Theodore countered, already halfway down the hallway and about to go downstairs.

“Hey!”

“It’s food time,” Theodore repeated, at last looking up from his book, back down the hallway at his siblings, his expression looking as though he was attempting not to burst into laughter at the look of indignation on Maia’s face.

He didn’t wait for more of a response from her, however, before turning and walking downstairs to where the twins could now hear the sounds of their other family members clattering around in the kitchen and their father singing along to the music playing.

“Hey!” Leo protested when Maia huffed in response to Theodore’s attitude and grabbed her twin’s laptop, slamming it closed and taking it with her downstairs.

Leo gave an exhausted sigh and shook his head before slowly standing up and stretching, following his younger siblings.

The usual chaos greeted Leo as he entered into the kitchen.

Sophie was skipping around laying the table for food, with Kara following her, gripping the knives and forks tightly and looking rather serious as she did so. Theodore still had his head buried in his book but was, at the same time, reaching up into the cabinet nearby the fridge and getting out enough glasses for everyone.

Maia still had Leo’s laptop in hand and was attempting to get the attention of their parents who were stood by the stove, Y/N cooking and Calum leaning against the counter next to it, a grin on his face as he said something to make his wife laugh. 

“Hey - you know the rules, Maia, no gadgets at the table,” Y/N said, finally catching sight of Maia, who had given up her attempts and had slouched into a seat, placing Leo’s laptop on the plate in front of her and pouting.

“That’s not even your laptop,” Calum pointed out, laughing as he crossed the room to place a kiss on the top of his eldest daughters head. “How was your day - you okay?” He added gently.

“Fine - I wanted to ask you two something,” she explained.

“Is it what you were trying to show me?” Theodore piped up from the other side of the room, where Kara was now attempting to help him sort out the drinks for everyone.

“Now you’re interested,” Maia huffed, opening up the laptop.

Calum sat in the chair beside her, looking attentively at the screen, always willing to take time to involve himself in his children’s lives when they gave him the opportunity, eager to listen to whatever it was that they were currently interested in.

“Can’t it wait, sweetheart - food’s ready.” Y/N said, bringing over the food and placing it in the centre of the table, fixing Calum with a look that had him smiling guiltily at her.

“No, this is important!” Maia insisted, ever stubborn and determined to get her way.

“Alright,” Y/N sighed, though it was clear to everyone in the room that she was trying her hardest to suppress her laughter. “What is it?” 

“When were you going to tell us that you’re a beard to hide Uncle Ashton and Dad being together?” Maia questioned shortly, her lips twitching at the edges in her best attempt to maintain a poker face.

Calum choked on the water he had just taken a drink of.

“What’s a beard?” Kara asked, tilting her head to the side and looking at her parents curiously. 

Neither of them answered, Y/N too busy laughing and Calum attempting to collect himself.

There was a smirk on Maia’s face as she, too, looked between her parents.

Sophie was looking equally confused by Maia’s term and even Theodore had looked up from his book to watch the exchange, mild interest on his face.

“What is it?” Kara repeated, looking over to Leo instead, desperate to understand the conversation.

“Maia’s just being silly, K, don’t worry,” Leo assured his youngest sister, sitting down at the table and Kara immediately climbed up onto the chair beside her.

“But what does it mean?”

“Maia’s suggesting that I’m only with Dad to cover up that Dad’s actually with Uncle Ash,” Y/N explained, still grinning to herself at the sheer absurdity of the suggestion. Calum had also begun to chuckle along, his eyes crinkled as he focused on the screen of Leo’s laptop.

“Why would you do that?” Sophie asked, taking the chair beside Kara, swinging her legs under the table as she waited for everyone else to join them sitting down so that food could be served.

“Are you?” Kara questioned in confusion.

“No, sweetheart,” Y/N said and met Calum’s eyes, the two of them grinning at each other. “Just some of Dad’s fans like the idea of him dating Uncle Ash-”

“Or Uncle Mike or Luke,” Calum interrupted knowledgeably.

“Yeah exactly - a lot of it was just about the idea of them being together or just their friendship but there are some occasions where the theories… go beyond that,” Y/N explained, evidently picking her words carefully.

“So you didn’t just have us all for PR?” Leo asked, feigning surprise.

“Of course we didn’t,” Y/N said, rolling her eyes.

“It’s been a while since I’ve looked at fan theories,” Calum said, a certain kind of affection in his voice. “Were you looking at the extreme theories?” He asked, looking interestedly at his daughter.

“They seemed pretty serious that you and Uncle Ash were secretly together - they reckon that you and Mum staged all the photos from when you were kids to make it seem like you had been together for that long.”

“And apparently your management forced you to marry Mum, even though you didn’t want to - something about a morse code pattern that you tapped during an interview once asking for help,” Leo inputted.

“Yeah - I think I read that one as well. I remember being tweeted about it,” Calum confirmed reminiscently.

“You used to read fan theories?”

“Yeah - out of curiosity more than anything,” Calum shrugged.

“I used to get tweeted them a lot,” Y/N added. “Put the laptop away, Maia? Food’s going to go cold.”

“And I’m hungry!” Sophie added, but her cheerful grin was still present.

“Tell Theodore to put his book away,” Maia huffed, annoyance in her voice and looking at Theodore who was sitting opposite her.

“Don’t call me that,” Theodore snapped in response, his eyes immediately flared with anger.

It wasn’t uncommon for Maia and Theodore to butt heads, especially over trivial things.

“Theo, put your book away - Maia, put Leo’s laptop away,” Calum sighed after catching Y/N’s eye.

“But you said you’d look!”

“I will - but after tea, alright?” Calum soothed his eldest daughter.

“Besides - we already know a lot of the more… absurd ones.” 

“Like what?” Sophie asked eagerly, beginning to dish out the food now that everyone was present and ready to eat.

“He’s still reading!” Maia cut her sister off, pointing accusingly at Theodore, who did indeed still have his book laying open on his lap under the table, eyes trained on it.

“Snitch,” he muttered, but closed the book after receiving stern looks from both of his parents.

There was a satisfied smirk on Maia’s face as she relaxed in her chair again. 

Leo caught her eye and rolled his own after catching the expression on his twin’s face.

“I’m confused,” Kara stated after a moment, her young face scrunched up as she stared down at her plate, looking as though she was trying to comprehend ideas way past the understanding that her eight years of age allowed her.

“About what?” Calum asked through a mouthful of food, rewarding him with a scolding look from Y/N that he responded to with a sheepish smile. Kara pointed at Maia, still frowning. “The theories?” Calum suggested before Maia could make some sort of snarky remark and Kara nodded.

“Why would you lie?”

“And why would you have ended up with five kids?” Theodore inputted.

“I read a theory that I got pregnant with someone else to force Calum to stay with me,” Y/N stated casually.

“What?” It was a communal cry of shock from all five children, staring at their mother in complete surprise, while Calum lapsed back into laughter.

“Yeah, some people thought that I got pregnant by someone else, told Calum that the twins were his and so he stayed with me out of duty.” Y/N said, a wry smile on her face, glancing over at her husband. “But that was from people who didn’t like me rather than anything else,” she added.

“What about the people who think Dad and Uncle Ash are together?” Theodore asked curiously, and Leo saw triumph cross Maia’s face at having piqued their brother’s interest.

“Well there are a lot of theories,” Calum said slowly.

“Some think that you guys are actually all adopted by the two of them,” Y/N said. “And that I must live in a shed outside or something to account for why I’m always here.”

“A shed!” Sophie shrieked, laughing and Kara joined in, though looking a little uncertain, just wanting to fit in with her older sister.

“Maybe not a shed precisely, Soph,” Calum laughed. 

“But that’s the gist of it, yeah,” Y/N confirmed. “Oh my God!”

“What?”

“Cal - do you remember when Leo broke his arm?” Her eyes were sparkling with amusement and Calum’s eyes widened, his mouth splitting once again into a wide grin, throwing his head back.

“That was probably one of the most far fetched ones,” he agreed after having recovered a little.

“What about when I broke my arm?” Leo frowned, thinking back to when he was eight years old and had fallen funny during a football match, breaking his arm.

Calum had missed that match - having been called into the studio with Michael to get some recordings straightened out. When Y/N had called him in hysterics in the hospital waiting room, he had rushed straight there. Ashton, Luke and Michael had come along a little while afterwards with the other kids in tow - Ashton and Luke having been babysitting at the time.

“I don’t know if you guys remember - I don’t know why you would - but Ash caught the flu a few days after Leo broke his arm and I remember that there was a theory that I actually rushed off to the hospital to visit him and then management faked Leo’s broken arm to cover up that I was really there to see Ash.”

“They thought I faked having a broken arm?” Leo asked, blinking at his father and frowning.

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“When the twins were first born, the same fans thought you two were dolls.”

“Dolls?” Maia repeated.

“Yep - obviously those nine months that I was pregnant with you had to be fake as I was supposedly ‘over-doing’ the pregnancy symptoms-” Y/N was cut off by Calum’s snort of laughter.

“I forgot that people said that.”

“Lucky you,” Y/N said drily. “And so when you were born there was no way that either of you two could be real - therefore you had to be dolls, made specifically to look like us two and made to look properly human.”

“But… we’re not dolls,” Leo pointed out.

“Maia’s got the personality of one,” Theodore mused.

Maia’s protests were lost under the sounds of Sophie and Kara’s giggles and Leo tried to stifle his own laughter, not wanting to aggravate his twin further.

“That’s enough, Theo,” Calum said, but he, too, looked like he was holding back chuckles. “It was something to do how you always looked the same in every photo, you were always positioned the same or something?” He looked to his wife for conformation who gave a shrug before nodding.

“Something like that.”

“We were babies - what were they expecting from us? Backflips or something?”

“I would’ve been so proud of you if you’d done backflips as a child,” Calum sighed. “As it stands, though…”

“Rude,” Maia huffed, but gave in and smiled at her father’s teasing jab.

“I can do a cartwheel!” Kara inputted, puffing up her chest proudly. “Sophie taught me!” She added, after looking over to find that Sophie was looking at her.

“And that’s why you’re my favourite,” Calum assured her.

This caused an outbreak of protests and grumbling from the other four children, all of whom looked greatly offended despite none of them really taking him at all seriously.

“I’m the eldest, surely I hold some form of special affection in your heart,” Leo complained.

“Eldest by twenty-seven minutes!”

“Those twenty-seven minutes are what hold me in higher standing!”

“You two were researching theories that you’re not really our children,” Calum pointed out. “Kara doesn’t know how the computers work.”

“I do!”

“That’s true - she can get onto Minecraft,” Theodore agreed. “Though it’s understandable you resent Maia and Leo, they are rather annoying at all times.”

“Hey, you weren’t the favourite either so don’t get all high and mighty on us.”

“Why aren’t I the favourite?” Sophie asked, looking genuinely distraught.

“Tell you what - whoever cleans up after tea will rise the ranks of favourite child.”

The effect of Calum’s words were immediate, Sophie, Maia and Leo springing to their feet to help out. Kara giggled as she watched her older siblings playfully fighting over who got to clear away Calum’s empty plate and Theodore rolled his eyes to himself, letting out a long-suffering sigh and picked up his book again.

“You know manipulating your children like this makes you a bad person, right?” Y/N asked as she watched the chaos in the room.

“Well of course it makes me sound like a bad person when you put it like that.”

The sounds of clattering dishes had attracted the attention of the dogs, two of which came bounding into the room, the youngest - a spaniel named Milo -still a puppy, who jumped around yapping at the children. The other dog - also a spaniel, named Bowie - instead came over to the table, licking the hand Kara stretched out for him before walking over to Theodore’s chair, silently begging for attention.

Theodore had always been the child that animals gravitated towards.

Almost absent-mindedly, he dropped a hand down to stroke Bowie’s head and a small smile appeared on his face, though his eyes remained fixedly on his book.

Duke entered the kitchen, age waring him down and making his movements slow. He attempted to bark but seemed a little too tired as he ambled his way over to the table, flopping down next to Calum’s chair.

Calum scooped up the small dog and placed him on his lap.

“Hey, old man.” 

Y/N reached over to pet the elderly dog, a sad smile on her face.

“We’ve done alright, haven’t we?” She asked Calum quietly.

“Theo?” Kara’s voice was quiet from across the table.

“Yeah?”

“Will you read with me again tonight?” She sounded shy asking her brother. Y/N was momentarily distracted from Calum and looked at her two children, Kara looking at her older brother imploringly.

“Of course I will,” Theodore agreed, his voice low but kind and gentle in a way that it only sounded when speaking to his youngest sister or the dogs.

“Yeah - I think we did just fine - maybe not as interesting if half of those theories were true,” Calum said, moving one of his own hands off of Duke’s fur and cupping Y/N’s face gently.

She laughed a little at that.

“Maybe we’d be a little more interesting if they were true,” she agreed, smiling prettily up at him in the way that even now still brought a flutter to his chest.

“But I think we’ve done just fine, Nib.”

[abundanceofsoph]

SkyFire 3: Chapter 10

I’m free as a bird when I’m flying in your cage: Nov/Dec 2017  

Word count: 3k

SkyFire 3 MASTERLIST

Please for the love of god, if you like the story just hit the reblog button. I really don’t know how to say it nicely but it’s really starting to bother me and maybe that makes me a dick but so be it.

>Instagram posts

Thankfully, after a day and a half of vocal rest, Harry was ready to go for the Manchester show and he very much dialled his performance up to 11 for his hometown crowd. Just as she had told Grimmy, Aurora stayed off social media in the days following the interview, but she heard from others that a small section of the fandom was absolutely furious with her and the social media manager that Mark had hired years ago to clear out her comment sections was working overtime to keep some of the nastier shit from her feeds. As much as Aurora herself was able to avoid it all together, she knew that a lot of her fans would be reading the comments and she wanted to keep it safe for them. Harry’s team was also working to keep his own accounts clear as well, and while they couldn’t hide from what was being said about them or Louis and Elanor, they could try to filter out the worst of it. This was the one part of celebrity that they all agreed was the worst. It was the unfortunate consequence of having such passionate fans. Ella had no such inclination to avoid the comment sections and was spending her free time picking fights with Larries and attempting to set them straight on the reality of Harry and Louis’ relationship as nothing more than brotherly love. Aurora tried to urge her to let it go, but unfortunately her best friend was feisty and easy to anger which was not a good combination with how overprotective she was about her loved ones. By the time they stepped out onto the Manchester stage, both Rori and Harry were happy to put aside the drama and focus on the music.  Things started to cool down over the following week which took them up to Glasgow and then on to Stockholm, Berlin, Amsterdam, and Milan. By the time they returned to London on the 11th, the music video for Kiwi had been live for 3 days and the fans had thankfully moved on from Aurora’s interview in exchange for raving about the new video.  

They spent the first few days relaxing at home before Rori headed to North London to meet up with Liam at the recording studio he liked to use to work on the song he had mentioned at Niall’s launch party. Aurora had spent the last few weeks listening to the demo on repeat while pouring over the sheet music Liam had emailed her. She was obsessed with the song and the two had been messaging back and forth constantly, discussing the arrangement and which parts each of them would take. Stepping back into a recording studio, even one she’d never visited before, felt like coming home after weeks on the road and her face lit up immediately as soon as she caught sight of Liam,  wrapping her arms around him in a rib crushing hug.

“Ready to jump straight in?” he asked after letting her go.

“Absolutely,” she replied excitedly before following him as he introduced her to the producer and technicians that they would be working with for the following few days.

With a full week before Harry and Rori were due to  fly to Shanghai, neither she nor Liam were on a tight schedule to finish the song. This meant that the environment in the studio was very chilled and there were many tangents and breaks taken while they worked.

“How attached are you and Lou to the lyrics?” Rori asked on their second day in the studio.

“Of course, you want to change something,” Liam laughed in a response. “Wouldn’t be you if you didn’t.”

“I’m sorry,” Rori replied with a laugh of her own. “I am who I am.”

“I know,” Liam agreed. “So, show me what you’re thinking.”

“I’ve been tossing around the pre-chorus and I was wondering if instead of what you lads have there, instead we go with this.”

I'm free as a bird When I'm flying in your cage I'm diving in deep And I'm riding with no brakes And I'm bleeding in love You're swimming in my veins You got me now

“Well fuck,” Liam replied. “Think I need to stop writing with Louis and start writing with you more often.”

“You like it?”

“Rors, I love it,” he said. “It’s way better than what we came up with. Let’s get back in the booth and record it.”

They ended up spending four days finishing the song which left Aurora with a few remaining days to catch up with Ella and also relax at home with her husband before they were thrown back into work.

xXx

The day before they were set to fly to China, Aurora headed over to Ella’s flat in Wimbledon. “I brought cake,” she yelled as she let herself into the flat with the spare key Ella had given her when Rori first moved back to London.

“Fuck yes!” Ella cheered in response, her voice carrying down the hall from the kitchen. “I’m just making us tea,” she continued as Rori made her way inside. “Get yourself comfy on the sofa and I’ll meet you in there, babe.”

Rori made herself at home in the living room, Ella’s elderly tabby cat Elliot, immediately padding over to make himself comfortable in her lap.

“You were recording with Liam this week yeah?” Ella asked as she joined Rori on the sofa, placing mugs of tea in front of them. “How was it?”

“God, it was so much fun El,” Rori sighed. “I didn’t realise how much I missed being in the studio. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love touring and I’m having an incredible time on the road, but it felt so good to be back recording again and it just has me itching to write again.”

“You should make sure to do more of it over the Christmas break then,” Ella pointed out. “Speaking of which are you going to be in New York or are you coming home for winter?”

“We’re planning a bit of both. Christmas and my birthday in New York with my dads and then we’ll come back here for February before the tour kicks off again in March. I think Gemma and Anne are going to join us for Christmas too and then when we get back Liam and I have made plans to have a writing session together. ”

“Sounds like a good plan,” Ella nodded before taking a sip of her tea. “Selfishly I’m glad you’ll be spending a decent chunk of time here. I miss you.”

“Urggh,” Rori groaned. “I miss you too. Was thinking of maybe doing something for Harry’s birthday and getting you, Lou, Liam, and Niall over to our flat for a game’s night or something. I feel like Harry could use something a little more lowkey this year after the insanity of tour.”

“Don’t feel like you need to invite me,” Ella replied awkwardly. “I mean, if you’re inviting the band over, I’m not really part of that group.”

“Oh bullshit,” Rori laughed. “They boys love you just like I do. You all get along great whenever we were all together for wedding stuff or the album launch. Why on earth would you feel like I shouldn’t invite you too?”

“Rori,” Ella sighed. “While yes, I have gotten along with yours and Harry’s friends in the past, that doesn’t mean that I run in the same circles as they do. They’re celebrities, you are a celebrity and I just think that sometimes you forget that I’m just your old friend from school. It’s two separate worlds that you live in.”

Aurora rolled her eyes in response, taking a sip of her tea while she compiled her rebuttal. “That’s such a load of shit El. They are mine and Harry’s friends and so are you. When we are away from the paparazzi, they are no different to you and me. I get that we grew up with their pictures on our bedroom walls but once you put that aside they’re just a bunch of really great guys that I think could become your close friends too if you let them in and stop freaking out around them.”

“Ok fine,” Ella agreed after a moment of silent staring between the two women. “I’ll try to get over myself and give them a chance next time we’re all in the same room. Can we change the subject now?”

“That’s all I’m asking for and absolutely we can change the subject. How’s things with Tim? Feel like we haven’t talked about him in a while.” Ella made a face and Aurora felt her heart break for her best friend. “When?” she asked softly. “What happened, love?”

“He broke it off a few weeks ago,” Ella explained. “Said he didn’t feel a spark or something.”

“I’m sorry babe, things seemed to be going so well when I left for the tour.”

“They were. At least I thought they were. We barely made it past 3 months before he gave up.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You were half a world away having the best time,” Ella replied. “If I’d told you then you would have just felt guilty for not being here.”

“And now instead I feel guilty for not even being able to be a sympathetic ear since I couldn’t provide a shoulder. How are you now?”

“I’ll be ok. I’ve been a bit down in the dumps, but I think it’s for the best. He made some good points about me not really knowing what I wanted and he’s right. I think I’m gonna swear off dating until I really figure out who I am and what I’m looking for.”

“Well if you ever want help figuring out who you are, I think I know you pretty well by now.”

“I might take you up on that offer,” Ella said with a small smile before changing topic. “Now enough moping, you said you brought cake with you? You are never going to believe the scandal that’s broken out amongst some of the girls in my Colonial History class.”

xXx

Occasionally something would happen in Aurora’s life that would give her pause and remind her how incredibly ludicrous her life had become. Standing behind her keyboard in the middle of a Victoria Secrets show in Shanghai while her husband sang and danced his heart out in front of her while literally supermodels strutted past them was one of those moments.

It was hard for her to believe that only 2 days ago she was sitting on her best friend’s sofa eating a chocolate cake from Sainsbury’s and discussing the latest high school drama playing out in Ella’s classroom. She found herself thinking about how her mother would react if she somehow had a way to travel back in time seven years and tell her about this moment and all the other life changing moments that had occurred since they parted. It was while her thoughts were caught on her mother that Harry turned, catching her eye, a mile-wide smile lighting up his face as he winked at her, causing her own smile to grow in response. No matter how strange her life had become and how much everything had changed since she was an average teenager living above a small bar, she knew that she wouldn’t change a single thing that had happened if it meant ending up here with Harry smiling at her like that.

xXx

Following the Victoria Secrets show, the band arrived in Singapore early and spent a few days exploring before their show there after which the flew on to Australia, a country that Harry had toured many times over the years with One Direction, but Aurora had never managed to visit herself. They had a week in the land Down Under, with shows in both Sydney and Melbourne and Aurora made it her mission to see as much as she could of the 2 state capitals, often dragging Harry or other members of the band along on her adventures. Given that it was the last week of November everywhere was getting into the Christmas spirit, however since it was the southern hemisphere the weather was scorching hot and the group found the combination highly entertaining, if somewhat baffling.

While in Sydney they took in the iconic sights such as Bondi beach, the Opera House, and the Harbour Bridge, as well as a day trip out to explore the Blue Mountains. In Melbourne they visited the Eureka Tower with it’s Skydeck that offered an amazing view of the city spread out beneath them. They also spent some time at the Melbourne Zoo and National Gallery of Victoria, then the day after their show at the Forum, they were taken on a drive out of the city and down along the coastal Great Ocean Road.

The tour stop in Auckland was similarly packed out with touristy opportunities where Aurora’s highlight was the art gallery Toi o Tāmaki. While the laid back vibes in both Australia and New Zealand captured Aurora’s attention, it was the week they spent in Tokyo that held Harry’s, so much so that while everyone else headed home the day after the last show, the young couple made a last minute change to their travel plans and extended their stay by an additional week to explore the city more.

Once again, Tokyo was somewhere that Harry had visited many times with the band while Aurora had never been, and he enjoyed to opportunity to show her his favourite parts. Something Aurora noticed almost immediately about Tokyo was that unlike in the US or the UK, people either didn’t recognize them when they were out and about or they did but respected their privacy and left them alone. She pointed this out to Harry on their second day wandering the city streets and he smiled back at her, agreeing that it was something he’d also noticed in a previous visit and had definitely played a role in him falling in love with the city.

They spent their days wandering the streets, ducking into quirky shops that caught their eye and just revelling in the normalcy of being together in public. As they walked, they both realized that they had never had this; a chance to be like everyone else crowding the sidewalks around them. Save for stolen moments in the early days of their relationship like their first date in Hampstead Heath or when they were able to sneak into galleries on quiet days, they’d never really been able to be themselves within a crowd. They’d always needed to wrap a scarf that little bit higher around their chins or wear a hat a little lower on their heads or glasses a little bit larger. To walk hand in hand like any other couple was freeing in a way that Rori hadn’t realized she’d been missing, and she soaked up every moment of their time in Tokyo. If only for a week she felt like she was living the life she would have had if her mother hadn’t died. If she had continued living as a normal girl from Wimbledon instead of being thrust into the spotlight, free to live her life without the scrutiny of the press and the public. Of course, it wasn’t lost on her that the man holding her hand wouldn’t be Harry in this parallel universe and for that she would happily trade in her freedom. She could accept that the price she paid to be married to Harry and be Steve and Tony’s daughter was that she would never really be allowed to have this normality, so she simply tried to make the most of their time before they flew on to New York for Christmas. They never spoke about any of this during their little vacation away from their lives but even without voicing her thoughts, Rori was certain that Harry was thinking the same thing and would willingly make the same sacrifices for the life they had built together.

xXx

Both Aurora and Harry were exhausted by the time they reached New York and were grateful to find Happy waiting for them as soon as they exited the arrivals terminal at JFK. He offered a quick hug to Rori before collecting their bags from them and leading them to the town car waiting for them. She leant against Harry in the back seat as they made the hour long drive into Manhattan. Her blinks began to lengthen as the airport shrank in the rear-view mirror and she was fast asleep before they reached Queens. Harry had to gently coax her awake once they finally reached the tower and she slowly made her way out of the car and into the elevator up to the penthouse. Tony and Steve were waiting up for their arrival and excitedly pulled their daughter into tight hugs the moment she stepped out of the elevator. It was Steve that noticed the way both Rori and Harry’s eyelids seem to droop and their gazes glazed over while Tony asked them a dozen questions about their recent adventures, and Rori was grateful when her Pops shooed them both off to bed with promises that they could catch up properly over a homecooked breakfast the next morning. They were barely conscious by the time they stripped out of their clothes and crawled into bed, however Aurora remained awake just long enough the think about how good it felt to be home.

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Hi Jen. This won’t be to be published, but I know you sometimes spoke to Alex of the fashion archives. I dk if it’s still the case, but if so, I hope she saw (and had a satisfied laugh) that the H copy cat fashion blog was terminated recently. They are rebuilding now, so they haven’t given up being second rate plagiarizers. I’m mostly of the live and let live variety, but they piggy back off of Alex’s and Lu’s hard work all because they were (or are? Who cares...) Larries. The blog didn’t need to exist when the FAs are god tier, especially with Lu and Alex being lovely and so generous with all the fandom. They never brought any Larry into the FAs in any case. Sorry not sorry the copy cats saw their blog’s « work » taken away, I’m being vengeful in the name of people who don’t know me but you know one or both of them.

Hello! I loved this message, go ahead and get salty in my inbox anytime you like! I pinged Alex last night about it, and she said, yeah, they were worried it was another purge, but nope, just the copycats! I honestly don’t get why the copycat blog is required in the first place--the whole “iT’s bEcAuSe ThEy’Re LaRrIeS!!!!” pearl clutching is beyond ridiculous when there’s a) zero Larry content on the Archives and b) you have no clue about who runs the Archives, period. They even went out of their way to post different versions of that umbro shirt to keep it all agnostic, so is it their fault Harry occasionally wears a “Louis” shirt from a collection??? Take it up with him, lmao. I remember when the random surge of twitter harries came over to tumblr, and solo harries were out there, giving them the sacred tips and advice: “Be sure to only reblog fashion posts from [the copycats]--if you reblog something from HSFA, you’ll be blocked, people won’t even tell you why, and that’ll be the end of any friends you make here.” I mean, that is COMMITMENT! Sorry, but if I’m gonna pick a fashion UA to follow, it’ll be the one featured in Vogue that almost always finds the most obscure shit out there, not the crowd copying/pasting in their wake. A dash of salt from me, then!

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✩ How I Run My Blog! ✩

Speed: 

Slow As Hell, for the most part. True, there are times when I yeet replies out because me and/or my muse are ridiculously invested in a thread, or inspiration instantly strikes. However, my default tends to be Really Slow. Something I try to make prominent to everyone since I understand some people prefer to not wait months at a time for a response- which is something I often end up doing. For a variety of reasons: be it because muses are fickle, it tends to take hours at a time for me to craft replies, I literally have hundreds of threads... As a result of this, I don’t drop threads too often either? Usually, they're lingering in my drafts, and it isn’t uncommon for a hella old one to suddenly be thrust onto the dash.

Of course, I never expect people to reply to Old Threads if they don’t want to, and don’t mind either way! I just like offering a response so I didn’t just abruptly drop it. :3 But yeah, I am a very slow roleplayer and while I hope my writing is decent enough to be worth the wait, I’ve had experience interacting with others who obviously prefer things to be quick and constant. Which I am not. Not delving into THOSE experiences because yeah- They weren’t the best. lol But I just want to make it clear that my speed does not equate my interest in a thread or in interacting with others. I am just a hella slow person who wants to write about birbs. 

Replies: 

My replies tend to get L O N G. I am not adept at short threads, and even ones that start out as really small back-and-forth replies are pretty much guaranteed to get longer on my side within a few responses. My muses like to get introspective and I like to get descriptive- I’m talking several paragraphs before they start to talk or even get to the point where they aren’t thinking-about/reacting-to whatever your muse did in the last reply. XD I’ve noticed that my average seems to be three-to-five paragraphs, but it isn’t uncommon for me to break the double-digits at times. Of course, I never expect my partners to match length and as long as I’m given more than a couple sentences in return, it’s all good. 

Starters: 

Whenever I add a new muse, I often post a Starter Call for them. They tend to vary in length, but are often two-to-three paragraphs long because I’ve tried to make single sentence ones and it never seems to work out. Occasionally, I’ll throw out random Open Starters when inspiration or a random idea strikes. These starters are free for as many people to respond to as they want, and are ALWAYS open regardless of how long ago I posted them.  

Inbox: 

My Inbox is always open and I am constantly reblogging RP and Ask memes for it. However, again I shall bring up my Turtle-Like speed because my asks do tend to snowball. Right now I have 966 asks, so it’s no surprise that sometimes they can get lost in the pile. But I have a habit of answering random ones whenever threads aren’t working or I’m in a mood for something specific that a reply won’t give, so that’s why I continuously reblog things. I like having a healthy stash of stuff to answer when needed. So don’t be surprised if an ask you forgot you even sent is suddenly popping up onto the dash. XD 

Selectivity: 

I am semi-selective, meaning that while I am willing to RP with people I am not technically mutuals with, I won’t RP with everyone. I’m not trying to discourage people from approaching or make anyone feel poorly, there are just certain writing styles that I tend to gravitate towards and click more easily with. For example, if I notice that someone’s blog is filled with a surplus of one-liner back-and-forth, uncut replies, chances are I’m not going to follow because I don’t want my dash constantly cluttered. Maybe I’ll RP if they approach and give more than single sentences in our threads, but I’m not going to automatically promise to interact with everyone. Because I did that before and honestly, it’s not fair to me or the other person if I’m not actually enjoying replying to a thread. 

I don’t take graphics or Aesthetics into consideration when it comes to following or interacting. After all, what is important is the writing and the fun. :3 

Wishlist: 

I have a tag for random things that I thought would be fun to explore- #Got The Quacking Craze || {Wishlist}

But if I have to state some specific things, I suppose that right now I’d enjoy threads in some of my AU verses. Specifically, the Siren AU for Fenton because I LOVE that fluffy fish and it’s a shame that I don’t often get to write in it. Another AU that I like is the Robo AU for Louie, and I’ve rarely used it as well. Not to mention, his negaversion Louis is a precious boi who I definitely wouldn’t mind more interactions with. Oh! It’d also be cool to have threads that take place when my muses are kids- particularly: Fenton, Gladstone, and Mark. 

Or threads that take place during College/Teen years. Again with: Fenton, Gladstone, and this time Imma throw Panchito into the mix. Some College Caballeros, perhaps? Some Fenton-still-with-his-assnugget-bf Angst? Some glam-rock-phase Gladstone dealing with the jealousy of his peers, the still-lingering guilt of having ‘killed’ his parents, and crushing on his nerdy best friend all wrapped up in the facade of Teen Drama? JNFFJKSDFNDSF... 

Honest Notes: 

As well as being slow with Replies and Asks, I am oftentimes slow with my IMs. This is nothing personal against anyone! I just get overwhelmed at times and have the memory of a potato. Which means sometimes I’ll think I replied or just flat-out forget until days later. Plus Tunglr LOVES to screw with my messages, so more often than not I’m not even alerted of them until hours upon hours later... Long story short, I really do enjoy talking with all of you and love getting messages from my friendos. Seriously, I don’t mind if when I’m flooded with them. It just sometimes takes me a bit to gather up enough energy to reply coherently.

Random Side Notes: 

My blog is pretty messy and while I’m trying to whip up bios that are more than just notes for my own benefit hastily scrawled down whenever I was in a muse-adding frenzy, lots of info about my muses tend to either be in my own head or jotted down on the random Headcanon posts I sometimes throw into the wild. XD I also have a habit of analyzing the HELL out of things when I get excited, so long-ass posts like those sometimes pop up as well. 

Speaking of excitement, there WILL be times when I gush about the star of this blog- *motions at Fenton* and everyone must Accept That. Because he is my FLUFFY SON and I shan’t apologize for loving him with every fiber of my being. X3 Sometimes I’ll go off about other characters too, but more often than not it is HIM. OOC posts are a thing too.

Sometimes inspiration comes in bursts and muses take over the blog for a day or a few- like right now, how Fenton is dominating everything. My birbs are fickle bishes and I’ve learned to just let them fight over who is going to get the attention, then roll with whoever wins. This is why I encourage people to interact with as many muses as they want and start as many threads as they’d like. That way, no matter which muse is strong or what kind of thread I am in the mood for, there’s a chance something will Work With Me. Besides, I’m always up for new threads and ideas, regardless of how many things we are juggling already. 

That being taken into account- Please understand that I oftentimes don’t know WHO the Hell I’m going to feel the muse for or WHAT threads they will be. So no rushing or nagging for replies because all that does is make my muses drag their feet. :’3 

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