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cinnxmxngxrl · 14 days ago

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Hello Beautiful 🤩 how are you doing? I currently have a massive headache just teetering on the side of Migraine. I also heard that sex whether oral or intercourse can help with headaches so I am wondering if you write a fic with either Alfie or Harry about their partner having a headache and they ask what they can do to help and you just casually mention in your pain “I heard sex is good for dealing with headaches”

Please and thank you. I love your writing so much.

“Doctor Solomons”

Alfie Solomons x Wife!Reader

Summary: A sudden migraine leaves you desperate for relief, and when you tell Alfie an orgasm might help, your ever-devoted husband is all too eager to step in and help.

WC: 3.5k

Warning/Tags: smut, minors DNI, unprotected piv, creampie, oral (f!receiving), cum eating, migraines.

You were curled up in bed, the heavy curtains pulled shut, draping the room in pitch black silence, because pitch black was the only way your head wouldn’t feel like it was being set on fire, even the faintest sliver of gaslight felt like it cut through your skull. One forearm was thrown over your eyes, your fingers pressing into your temples as if you could will the pain away. Your nightdress clung damp to your skin, sticky from the feverish warmth that came with the ache that had taken up residence behind your eyes.

Every pulse was a thunderous drumbeat of pain, echoing through your temples and crashing behind your eyes. The pressure built with every breath, a dull roar in your ears, each throb feeling like it might split you open. It was all too much.

And yet, even through the haze, you heard your husband approaching the room, the door opening, slow and gentle, the hinges groaning just slightly. Then you heard his voice, soft and cautious.

“Alright, my treacle?” Alfie’s voice was lower than usual, but still loud as thunder, still enough to send another spike of pain right through your skull.

“Migraine,” you murmured, barely lifting your arm. “Bad one. Please… keep your voice down.”

He crossed the room in measured, heavy steps, each foot fall like a distant tremor, as if the floor might collapse under his weight. He crouched beside the bed, towering you but trying to make himself small, his bulk figure casting a shadow even in the dark. Too large. Too solid.

He was trying hard not to make you feel worse, but Alfie wasn’t known for his graciousness. Even when he lowered his voice, he was still loud, even if he tried to make himself seem smaller, more careful, his presence was still huge, impossible to ignore.

His hand brushed gently across your forehead, his calloused knuckles grazing your cheek, fingertips barely there but grounding. You leaned slightly into the touch, exhausted by hours of insufferable pain.

“I hate this,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “Hate seein’ you like this. My fragile little bird, wings all twitchin’ in pain. Breaks me heart, it does.”

You gave a tired little laugh, dry and cracked. “You know... You could help… if you want.”

He blinked. “What, you need a cold cloth or—?”

You cut him off, your voice a breathy whisper, laced with a hint of mischief. “I read somewhere… orgasms can help with headaches.”

You remembered reading that a few months ago in a medical journal, not that you were particularly interested in medicine, but most days felt boring with Alfie gone to handle the business, so you picked up whatever new articles you could find. And those words stuck with you.

He paused, a wicked smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to ease your pain, and here you were, telling him the cure was exactly what he loved doing most in the world? That was a great deal,

“Did you now?” he said finally, voice low, but with the distinct edge of something filthy sparking underneath.

You peeled your arm back, squinting up at him, managing a crooked, sleep-drunk smile. “It's supposed to help blood flow… release endorphins… Natural relief.”

Alfie tilted his head, his eyes glinting with amusement, disbelief, and a rush of darkness all swirling together. It was like you'd said the magical word: orgasms. He loved orgasms. Loved having them, loved giving them to you even more, and now you were here, telling him that eating your cunt (his favorite fucking meal) was the key for easing your pain? Time to get to work.

“Well then,” he murmured, tone gone velvet, slow and low. “Far be it from me to ignore a woman in pain… much less my beautiful fuckin’ wife. Especially when there’s a—what did you call it? A natural remedy available, right?”

He grinned as he leaned in a little closer, you could already feel the change in the air. He stood and unbuttoned his waistcoat with precision, his fingers working each button loose like he was undressing for war. The fabric slipped from his shoulders and he tossed it carelessly over a chair, then his shirt followed, until he was bare from the waist up, chest rising slow and heavy, muscles flexing under old scars, heavy ink, and contained tension.

“I’ll sort you out, love,” he said, voice gravel-dark, low enough to rumble in your chest. “Right here. Right now. With God as my witness, I’m gonna fuck that headache right out of you.”

You rolled your head on the pillow, heavy and aching, turning toward him with a wry expression. It was almost amusing to watch him so eager to give you an orgasm, like your suggestion had instantly turned into a top mission. But truth be told, that pounding headache wasn’t going anywhere, you needed to stop it before it drove you insane, so if your handsome husband giving you pleasure was the cure… then let it be that.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m devoted,” he corrected, eyes fixed on you like a man on a mission. “Ridiculous comes later.”

You could barely lift your head, your skull was still pounding, but the sight of him like this, bare, solid, radiating heat and purpose, it stirred something low in your belly, it always did, you still got just as wet for him as you did the very first day.

He didn’t climb on top of you right away. No, Alfie Solomons was a man who took his time when it counted. Instead, he crouched beside the bed and gently eased the covers down, moving with unexpected tenderness for someone built like a butcher. His fingertips ghosted along your thighs, tugging the hem of your nightdress up inch by slow inch, until your bare skin was exposed to the cool air and his hot gaze.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmured, his voice dropping into something soft, “like you always do for me, yeah? Let me be good for you now, my treacle.”

Then, he dropped to his knees, ready to worship the only thing that ever made him feel good, the only person he’d ever loved. When he leaned between your thighs, your breath caught in your chest, his thumbs spread your folds open to admire his favorite sight in the world.

Before you could register it, you felt Alfie's warm and wet mouth. The first stroke of his tongue was slow and full, dragging all the way up your slit with deliberate pressure, making your whole body jerk at the contact. His beard scratched your inner thighs, rough and coarse, but instead of pulling away, the burn of it only heightened the ache, making you feel every movement, every flick, every hum against your pussy.

He didn’t tease you tonight, he just ate. Tongue flat and firm, licking repeatedly from your entrance to your clit, then circling the sensitive bud like it was the center of his universe. He knew exactly how to eat you out, he had known since that first night together, but with time, it only got better. You knew he could make you cum with just a few right flicks of his tongue, but neither of you liked to rush it, you both enjoyed dragging out the pleasure as long as you could.

He moaned into you, low and rough, as if the taste of your pussy alone had undone him, as if he needed it… needed you more than air. You let out a shaky breath, your hips twitching under his touch.

“Shhh,” he whispered against your folds, his lips brushing sensitive skin. “Just let go, yeah? Let me give you somethin’ better to feel than that bloody thumpin’ in your skull.”

He slid his arms under your thighs, pulling you flush against his face, anchoring you, keeping you still while he devoured you like a starving man. He didn’t slow down for a second, if anything, he only went deeper, his tongue plunging with a slick, greedy noise, then back up to your clit again, building a delicious rhythm, messy but focused. Wet slurps and obscene licks were filling the room, every filthy sound echoing louder now than the pulse in your head.

He moved one big hand to press it against your lower belly, holding you down, as the tension inside you coiled and snapped tighter with every stroke. You could feel the pressure of his palm along with the way his tongue was working harder, trapping the pleasure in you, forcing it to build, to break.

Your hips kept squirming, but he only grunted and buried himself deeper, beard soaked, lips slick with you. Your hand fisted the sheets, the other one sliding up into his hair, grabbing a fistful, tugging it but not to pull him away, to keep him there, with his tongue buried in your cunt.

He grunted when you pulled his hair, growled into your skin like a man grateful for the pain. He loved when you got needy like that, when your body moved on instinct, chasing every movement of his tongue, grinding your hips down agaisnt his mouth, smearing your slick all over his face to mark him. He loved the way your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer like his mouth was the best thing you'd ever felt.

Just like magic, the pulsing in your skull began to dull, you felt the ache softening, like it was being pulled out through your cunt, sucked out with every obscene slurp and low groan from him. He was treating your pain like something edible, like something he could suck out of you and lick from your cunt. All that remained now was the hot, sticky tension building deep in your body, overtaking every other sense, that same feeling that you had everytime you got closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Alfie…” you moaned, voice barely audible over your breath. “Don’t stop… please…”

“That’s it,” he muttered, mouth slick, beard matted and glistening with your juices, lips dragging across your clit as he spoke. “That’s my good treacle. Let me take it. Let me take the pain. Let me fuckin’ eat it out of you.”

He hummed, a deep, filthy hum that vibrated through your entire body, shooting straight up your spine, right through your cunt, and that was what broke you. You came with a choked cry, back arching, thighs shaking, your whole body clenching around nothing, completely unraveling on his tongue. Your slick flooded his mouth and he groaned like it was the best meal he’d ever had, like he could taste the moment you tipped over the edge.

The room went black around the edges, your pain completely gone, forgotten, replaced now by raw pleasure and the wet sound of Alfie still kissing you down there, slow and greedy, like he couldn’t bear to stop.

He didn’t just stay there, he worshiped the mess you'd made. Kept his tongue lazily stroking through your folds, collecting every drop of your release, breathing heavy through his nose like a man high on your pleasure. The scrape of his beard still stung, still burned, but it made you throb, made your oversensitive cunt twitch against his mouth like you could cum again if he pushed just right.

“Holy hell.” You could barely breathe.

“Feeling better yet, love?” he rasped, voice rough with hunger. “Because I ain’t even started.”

He grinned wickedly and then leaned down to press slow kisses on your inner thigh with his sticky lips, his beard dragging wet trails across your skin, before crawling up your body, planting more kisses along your stomach, your ribs, your chest, like your body was fully his to worship.

He braced a hand beside your head, and kissed your mouth deep and messy, his tongue curling against yours, sliding wet and hot between your lips. You could taste yourself on him, the salt, the slick, the raw want. He kissed you like a man possessed, like he needed to feel your breath in his lungs.

His hand fumbled with his belt, then the fastenings of his trousers, his eyes never leaving your face. He shoved them down just far enough to free himself, and when his cock sprang free it slapped against his belly with all the weight and urgency of it, already leaking, flushed an angry red at the tip.

“Medical marvel, me,” he muttered against your skin, voice smug but trembling with restraint.

You could feel his need, his tension, the way his whole body thrummed like a wire pulled too tight. You glanced down and he was so hard, so painfully and proudly erect. It looked obscene, all his thick veiny length throbbing with hunger. And oh, right now, there was nothing you wanted more than to feel that wonderful cock that had made you see stars more times than you could count. Just that tought made your cunt ache again, desperate for the stretch, the perfect rhythm only he could give you.

His face was flushed too, his cheeks pink, neck red, his hair damp with sweat. And those eyes were so bright, so full, like he’d been holding back with everything in him, focusing on taking your pain away first, but now he needed his release too. The way you'd moaned for him, writhed under his tongue, came for him... it was driving him insane.

“Let me finish the job, yeah?” he said, brushing your hair back with fingers so gentle, so soft it made your throat close. Those now sweet fingers were the ones that had held your thighs open just minutes ago, that mouth was the same mouth that had wrecked you.

You nodded, feeling dizzy from the heat in your belly and the sudden wave of tenderness crashing through the filth, dizzy with how badly you wanted to feel every inch of him, every stretch, every thrust, every filthy groan that was proof of just how deep inside you he was.

He lined himself up, breathing heavy through his nose, and then he pushed in with a low, broken groan, the stretch was so big, so deep, even after years of taking him every single day, even after he'd just spend endless minutes getting you open first with his mouth. It almost burned, but it was perfect anyway, it was the kind of ache that your body always craved.

You felt yourself adjusting as every inch of his perfect cock slid inside you, forcing you open, so thick, so full and hot, that had you gasping for air. Your muscles were fluttering around him as he filled you slow and deep. It was devastating, it filled your lungs, your chest, your mind. There was nothing but the feeling of him in you now.

He held still, barely breathing, his forehead pressed to yours, eyes shut in pure restraint, waiting for you to adjust, giving your body time to catch up with the invasion his cock supposed. That was something he didn't do every time, sometimes he'd just take you fast and rough, with no patience, just raw and hungry need, and you loved that too, loved him brutal and angry. But tonight was about making you feel better, about taking your pain away, and so he waited with calm until your body grew accustumed to him.

And when it did, he began to move slow and precise, dragging his cock through your walls like he was trying to leave a mark in them, like he was trying to rewrite the very shape of your body from the inside out. Tonight it was long and deep thrusts that punched the air from your lungs. Every slide out made your cunt ache, letting you feel every inch leaving, and every push back in felt like coming home, filling you all over again.

The sound of skin on skin, wet and rhythmic, was purely pornographic, it filled the room like a second heartbeat. The slap of his hips, the wet suction of your cunt clenching around him, it was all filth, and he fucking loved every second of it.

He liked it dirty, just like him, filthy and unapologetically nasty. He liked when the sheets were soaked through and the room reeked with the smell of body fluids by the time sex was over. He liked to make a mess, liked when his beard was matted with your slick, when your thighs were trembling and covered in his cum, when his stomach and your tits were streaked with sweat. Sweat that he would lick off of you, because he loved the salty taste of it. That was his idea of a good time, of how a proper fuck was meant to be. What other people might find disgusting, Alfie considered it proof he’d done his job right, so if you weren’t both ruined by the end of it, it wasn’t worth it.

Every stroke was intimate and raw, as if his cock was talking to you, like it knew your body better than you did, and your body answered, trembling, throbbing, fluttering around him with every slow drag. Your migraine? No trace of it, like it had never been there in the first place.

He leaned close, and between thrusts, he whispered filth in your ear, voice rough, worshipful:

“Best fuckin’ cure you could find…”

“You need this, yeah? Your body knows it…”

“You feel so fuckin’ good wrapped ‘round me, squeezin’ me like that…”

“Gonna give you every drop, treacle… Gonna fill you ‘til you forget your own name…”

He groaned when you clenched around him involuntarily, making him slam deeper, like he couldn’t help it, like you’d pulled it out of him. You moaned and clung to him, nails raking down his back, scratching red into his skin. He arched into it, hissing with pleasure, like your pain marked him.

He growled in pure satisfaction, in pride, in the filthy joy of making you lose yourself under him, in knowing he was the only one who'd ever made you feel this way. Your body began to flutter around him, heat cresting too fast, pleasure blooming in your core, legs trembling as you pulled him closer, tighter, like you could keep him inside forever.

You came again. It was sharp and sudden, gasps breaking on his name and your whole body jerking beneath him, clenching down around him so tight he nearly collapsed. You screamed his name, sobbed it, said it like it was something holy, like it was carved into your cunt.

Alfie followed you seconds later, groaning into your neck, his face buried in your shoulder as his cock throbbed hard, spilling thick ropes of his cum into you. You felt it hot and endless as it flood you, filling you so deep it felt like his cum was going exactly where it belonged.

“That’s it, love,” he murmured against your ear, “take all of it. That’s where it’s meant to be, yeah?”

His hips kept slowly rocking with need, like he didn’t want it to end, like he needed to give you every last drop of his seed. He grunted through his teeth, muttering into your neck “take it, fuckin’ take it all, that’s it, my good wife” while his cock twitched again and again inside your spent cunt.

He collapsed on top of you with a grunt, making you feel his heavy and warm body, his chest slick against yours, his breath hitching. You both reeked of sweat and sex. A proper fuck, Alfie thought.

He looked down and noticed how his thick, white cum was slowly spilling out of your cunt, even with him still buried deep inside you, thrusting slow and shallow, each movement coating his shaft, and sending a wet, sticky trail between your thighs.

“Do they say anythin’ ’bout eatin’ it in those books you read, eh? Husband’s seed’s good for migraines too, yeah?” He teased, dipping two fingers back through your folds, he made you whimper from the hypersensitivity, then scooped up some of his dripping cum with a slow, deliberate curl.

“I’m not sure,” you purred, eyes half-lidded, “but I don’t like letting it go to waste anyway.”

He pushed those fingers to your lips and you licked them slow and deliberate, savoring the salty sweetness of him as your tongue swirled around them, tasting every drop. He chuckled softly, eyes darkening as if the sight of you eagerly eating his cum never failed to amaze him. With deliberate slow strokes, he pushed his fingers in and out of your mouth, rejoicing in the way you got them clean until not a drop was left.

He didn’t let you go, just shifted enough to roll to the side, but still keeping you tangled with him, one arm draped over your waist, his spent cock still nestled inside you, still leaking, still twitching, keeping you plugged full as his release kept making a mess on your thighs. It was thick, slow, hot, you could feel it everywhere, slick on your folds, sliding down to your ass, and soaking the sheets. You were so stuffed full of him. Marked and owned by him.

“So,” he muttered, lips pressed to your shoulder, “How’s that head o’yours, love?”

You grinned, eyes closed, body limp and finally at peace. “It’s gone, Alf. Completely.”

He smirked against your skin. “Knew I had it in me.”

You snorted softly. “You have something in you, alright.”

He laughed with satisfaction and kissed your neck like a promise. “Next time you feel one of those migraines comin’ on, you just say the word, yeah? Doctor Solomons’ll see to it personally.”

You chuckled and curled into him. The warmth of his body, the scent of sweat, your cum still coating his beard, and that subtle sweetness beneath it all wrapped around you like a warm blanket.

Together, you drifted off, peaceful, painless, and so, so loved.

A/N: Thank you so much for your request🩷🫶🏻 I hope you’re feeling better from your migraines, and if you’re still struggling, I hope this helps even a little.

I hope everyone enjoyed this fic, your support is very appreciated and makes me soooo happy🥹

On another note, this was the last request!!! omg I can’t believe it, there’s so much to come (I’ll probably put up a poll later to find out what you guys want to see).

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hollowed-theory-hall · 2 months ago

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I find it baffling that in CoS, almost all of the Hogwarts students were so quick to turn on Harry (of course, they do it again in the later books), thinking he was the Heir of Slytherin just because he spoke parseltongue. Yeah, that's the language that Salazar Slytherin, the founder that the wizarding world feared the most. But c'mon, just a year ago, everyone praised Harry for surviving Voldemort's attack AND defeating Quirrell. The same boy who was marked for death as a baby by the descendant of Slytherin and had to go through a lot of suffering because of that same dark wizard. You'd think the students would give Harry more empathy instead of wrongly assuming he's the Heir of Slytherin.

See, it actually makes a lot of sense to me that they turn on him that quickly (and in the later books). And it comes down to two main things:

1. The Wizarding World, at large, sees Harry as a public figure, not as a person (or a child).

2. The impression Harry gives of himself to people who don't know him is very different than how we see him when we're in his head. (talked about here)

I talked about both before, but the short of it is that Harry comes off as arrogant, confidant, cold, and distant to most people. Most characters don't see Harry's awkwardness and compassion. They see a kid who laughs at the idea of a corridor being so dangerous it would kill you, and then, later in the year, he kills a teacher, who was also You Know Who — that's crazy. Harry is a cool, mysterious, dangerous, and fearless student no one knows all that well. For all they know, he is dark. And he speaks Parseltongue, a connection to the dark lord he supposedly killed. It raises the question of why Harry killed him, because again, the average student/wizard doesn't know Harry.

Don't forget, no one knows how he survived the Killing Curse. For all they know, there was dark magic involved. It sounds like something that could be dark. They don't really know how Quirrellmort died either, for all they know, it was dark magic. They don't know Harry well enough to know.

Add to that the fact that all students at Hogwarts, while Harry is there, have grown up hearing the story of Harry Potter: The Boy Who Lived, Vanquisher of You Know Who. They look at Harry as a public figure, as a celebrity, not a person. They don't treat him like any other student; it's as if you went to school with a young Jesus, but he came back from the dead as a year-old infant.

They don't think of him as a person. It's why everyone feels so entitled to gossip about him, or his time, and Harry feels like he needs to give them that. I mentioned here how he politely shakes hands with everyone who fusses over him in PS. Adult wizards feel entitled to invade the personal space and time of an 11-year-old kid they don't know. The Wizarding World feels Harry's love life is their business and article material. He is treated like a public figure — a symbol — not like a human being. Which makes turning on him much easier, because he isn't really a person (or a child) in their mind.

#harry potter #hp #hp meta #asks #anonymous #hollowedtheory #harry james potter #harry potter meta #wizarding world

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sibylance · 5 months ago

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We Need to Talk About AI Detectors

Over the past few weeks there have been two posts in particular that have come out against two authors in the community that have resulted in near witch hunts for one, and essentially driving the other off the internet from all the bullying and hate received. These posts were related to the potential use of AI in fanfiction, as well as using supposed “AI Detectors” to support their claims. With the help of friends, we have been able to look into the AI claims that were made against both The Silence and The Song and Ir Abelas, Da’ean.

We were curious about how and why these posts were being flagged with high levels of “AI Probability” when the authors have been adamant (either in chats or in public) that they have never used generative AI for their work. So we did the most logical thing, put on our detective caps, and rolled up our sleeves. We would like to note that we do not wish to have philosophical discussions, we wish to have transparency and honesty.

Spoilers: We found inaccuracies almost IMMEDIATELY.

Firstly, we looked into the weakness of AI detectors, and read through online posts where people voiced their frustrations with detectors. One thing that we noticed was that the common denominator was that well written articles were being flagged as “Likely AI”, particularly with Originality, and that the solution was to either “dumb them down” or to remove punctuation such as commas, which immediately improved the score, tipping the scale to “Likely Original”.

For the second step, we ran some of our own works through Originality AI checker–works that were made prior to the creation of AI and generative AI. However, after punctuation was removed, this magically changed from 50% likelihood of AI to 100% original work. Again, these works were from before the dawn of generative AI, and therefore could not have been created by AI. For fun, we even ran the first chapter of Harry Potter through it–a novel that is objectively without AI, which still did not come out with results stating 100% original work. We then removed almost all of the punctuation from it, and it actually improved the originality score by 3% (from 95% to 98%).

Personal fic, before and after:

Next step, we ran our own scans through Originality and Quillbot.This includes full chapters of Ir Abelas, Da’ean, both with and without punctuation in Originality, and excerpts in Quillbot. Interestingly, the excerpts in Quillbot pinged as “0% likely AI”, and that is without any removal of punctuation. Across the board, the removal of punctuation from the chapters caused an immediate and dramatic increase in the score, from “100% likely AI” to “96% likely Original”. We have found that the more grammatically correct a work was, the more likely it was to be flagged as “AI”, much like how the freelance writers were complaining about.

Chapter 1 of Ir Abelas, before and after:

Chapter 1 through Quillbot:

Chapter 45 of Ir Abelas, before and after:

Chapter 45 without commas or double hyphens:

Chapter 45 through Quillbot:

Even the Ai detection websites caution against this:

To Durgeapologist, Fangbanger3000, and friends: If you do actually read this, I hope you realize that your posts have done more harm than good to the community. You are correct that AI is a potential threat to creative spaces, but you have gone about addressing it in the worst possible way. By creating multiple posts across platforms with the intent of creating a negative perspective toward certain authors and their fictions rather than the use of AI as a whole—not to mention the counter-accusations with personal attacks rather than focusing on the issue at hand—you are creating an environment that fosters negativity, bullying, and division—none of which are directions to take a sustainable and healthy community. AI Detection is the Wild West right now. There is no way to determine if something written is AI through the use of algorithms, and it requires the use of human intervention and careful comparison to previous works to be within a certain level of certainty that it is AI. Our hope is that in the future, you will take time, step back, and consider all possible sides before causing a stir in the community like this.

#dragon age #solavellan #solrook #dreadrook #dragon age the veilguard #ai #ai critical #dragon age fanfiction #originality ai detector #quillbot #solas #lavellan #dragon age rook #organized bullying is not okay #be kind to one another

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louisisalarrie · 3 months ago

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I have a question. How does this work as far as PR if they are both not even trying to make it look legit? What is the point? How does this benefit either of them, especially since so few are buying it?!? I feel like this is way less believable than any other one he has done and I am not sure what the motivation is behind it at all considering both seem so damn reluctant to be doing it in the first place! Any insight?!?

ok so this wasn’t gonna be a welcome to the show bc it’s less educational and more so me venting about it but here ya go anon. welcome to the show!

I agree that it’s the least believable so far, from their individual public image, to their awkward and cringy actions around each other, to the fact that she seemingly appeared out of nowhere in his life and there was barely any soft launch. It’s like whoever is in charge of it learnt nothing from the years of the 1d stunts, and have reverted so far back in a day and age where things need to look far more legit now than they used to, due to social media, solo careers etc.

Anyway, because we’re in the thick of it, it seems a lot more clear to us that it’s fake. It has been interesting though, the comments on the articles from GP, Deuxm*i’s latest little comment that I just posted about, already a “trouble in paradise” article that we usually wouldn’t receive until farther down the line… so much flailing and scrambling. However, even with more suspicion from the GP than usual, most of them are gonna read the headline and move on, or click the article and not look at the GP’s comments. It still technically does what it’s meant to do, but they’ve just…. Fucked it up a lot earlier than usual.

Interestingly enough though, like you mentioned, it doesn’t even look like she is trying either. Usually with these stunts we’ll at least get the girl trying to make it look legit, but she’s clearly got no interest in this either… which leads me to believe it is for a reason other than album promo due to it being such a hard launch straight from the bat, no slow burn or organic elements at all, and some of the worst chemistry I’ve ever seen in a stunt pairing.

Apart from the handful of weird solos/antis who are obsessed with them and trying so hard to love it, the general consensus this time around just isn’t that believable for everyone. From the paps magically being able to drive down past a gate onto private property the exact moment they’re saying goodbye and getting those PDA pics, to the walk around the parking lot “a few days before” when Louis was in the same clothes, it’s just.. soooo sloppy. And surely his team can’t be THIS bad at their job… because it doesn’t just come down to how Louis and her act with each other, but also the way the information is presented to us and the GP and it’s been entirely fumbled.

I don’t think this is gonna be long lasting, I don’t think she’s gonna be the inspo for his album (although a little bit of het encouragement doesn’t hurt I suppose), and I think (and hope) there’s something more to this than PR for her merch and SoccerAid promo.

I mean the whole thing about it even potentially being for the sole purpose of SoccerAid doesn’t make sense to me. We are gonna watch Louis regardless - he has an absolute cult of a fandom. We’re not sitting on the edge of our seats going “ooohhhh better watch SoccerAid now!! I wasn’t planning to but now there could be tension between him and her ex boyf!! I wanna see the drama!!” or “ohh they’re so cute she’s gonna be there cheering him on, let’s watch!!” because that’s just not how his fandom works. And it’s not gonna convince the GP to watch for those reasons either. And if that is in fact the sole reason for this all, well… his PR team know absolutely nothing about us and have been slacking hard when it comes to understanding the relationship the fandom has with Louis. Including all the relationship lore over the past 15 years, both with stunts and Harry.

Like… not the “body language expert” analysing the photos to try and convince people they are in fact together and soooooo in love because even the media knows no one is gonna believe this shit with the quality of the pictures we’re getting from them. It’s just so embarrassing.

If it is in fact to end another stunt or kickstart the friendship narrative between H&L, then that would be great. Maybe they’re having to rush it all for some reason. But for any other reason to have it this rushed and awkward… it just doesn’t make sense to me.

#anon #answered #stunts #louisisalarrie chats

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awesomefringey · 13 days ago

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You know what’s the funniest and most obvious part? The fact that The Sun had the exclusive on all of this.

It’s pretty clear that, on both Louis and Harry’s sides, every move was calculated — like, there were specific goals: push Louis’ stunt, start laying the groundwork for HS4, and get people talking about Harry again because the album is probably close.

But it’s worth pointing out that The Sun was the one who first reported Harry was at Glasto. They tracked him the whole weekend, and most of the photos and content came from them.

Then we got reports from The Guardian and another outlet saying that Harry and “another member of 1D” were dancing and having a good time at a queer club at Glasto. And in neither of those articles was the girl even mentioned. So I see two possibilities here: either they saw the kiss but weren’t allowed to talk about it, or it was so quick and random that no one noticed.

No one even knew about it until the sun dropped the exclusive with that front-page video — even though there were reports of Harry attending several shows, and no clear photos came out of those. And suddenly, the clearest footage we get is that video, published by a tabloid.

Like, it’s so obvious how orchestrated the whole thing was. Even the like on the reel — Louis’ shirt was a reference to the reel he liked.

Kid Harpoon is Harry’s Oli, leaking his exclusive “sneaky” material to The Sun. 😂

I do tend to understand these things better in hindsight. It all seems pretty orchestrated as it is, but in the past these stunt cycles had a very clear purpose once you put all events into a timeline. I really liked @statementlou’s thoughts on it, too.

What made me perk up the most is the idea of them working together again. To do something this coordinated? They haven’t done that in years, at least imo. Maybe not having a team behind them at the moment, forced them into their 2015 war room again. 🥹

#ask #glastonlarry #glastonbury 2025

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todayisdeadinside · 28 days ago

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Nick Grimshaw is GRIMEY: The Infamous Stripper Party (Harry's 19th Birthday)

I've been digging into this party since March and it's now June and I still feel like I'm missing so much, but this is everything I could find and all of the conclusions I've been able to draw. Sorry this post took so damn long, I literally kept uncovering more details and it just kept spiralling like a russian nesting doll of conflicting info.

Because of tumblr's image limit, I've posted my extensive photo findings from this party onto a sideblog @1d-hq, and linked those posts throughout. Strap in, Nick haters and Harry lovers alike. And yes, I made a whole sideblog for this post.

Table of Contents;

Source Breakdowns

Timeline

Contradictions

Guestlist

Unidentified

Details on Guests

The Stripper

DMs with Luis Govela

Niall

Unknowns/Questions

Final Notes

Source Breakdowns

This is so conflicting it's not even funny, but I did my best. To make this easier on myself, here's every article/source in chronological posted order, with what it claimed about the party. Major publication articles I didn't include just said the same shit earlier ones had said, so I cut them to cut repetitiveness.

For article timestamps, based on either common sense (ie: the hour is more reasonable in British time than my time) or context clues (ie: one article had the "3am" tag) I determined if they were already set to British time or not. I genuinely couldn't find a foolproof method to deduce this, though, so I could be wrong on a few of these (I even tried setting my laptop to British time).

I also screenshotted and posted all of the articles on my sideblog, so you can read them without giving clicks to the publications if that's something you'd like to avoid.

DailyMail #1 posted February 1st at 9:32am (post version)

About the day prior to Harry's birthday, Thursday January 31st 2013.

Early in the evening Harry (18), Louis (21), and 5SOS played football.

Harry (18) then went to La Bodega Negra with Nick Grimshaw (28) and James Corden (34) for food.

Harry (18) then went to Groucho Club, still with Nick (28) and James (34), where Caroline Flack (33) was also partying. (Allegedly Cara Delevingne was also there).

Harry (18) left Groucho at some point (unknown if with or without Nick and James) and went to Base Nightclub. He left Base at 3:20am, ending the night.

DailyMail #2 posted February 2nd at 9:16am (post version)

About Harry's birthday, Friday February 1st 2013.

Guest list claimed to be 39 people.

Stripper info: Claimed she cost £100, was dressed as a cop, stripped down to underwear for 10 minutes, forced Harry to bury his face in her chest, and she slapped Harry (19) with her truncheon (police stick).

Claimed location was initially the Alibi Club in Dalston, London, before moving to a "friend's" nearby house party at 3:00am, going home at 4:30am. Implied Harry (19) went to dinner with (at least) Theo Hutchcraft (26) before going to Alibi.

Claimed none of Harry's bandmates were present. Claimed Harry didn't invite them.

Metro posted February 2nd at 11:20am (post version)

Claimed location was that Harry (19) and his "cronies" went for dinner before heading to the Alibi, then later the "friend's" house, ending the night at 4:30am.

Claimed Niall (20) was present.

Deleted Sun Article #1 posted February 2nd at 1:51pm (post version)

Stripper info: Claimed she gave Harry (19) a lap dance, that she was dressed as a cop.

Claimed location was that Harry (19), Niall (20), and Nick (28) started at Rita's Bar & Grill, before heading to Alibi until 4:30am, no mention of the friend's house party.

Claimed Niall (20) was present, quoting, "Niall told a fan in a message on Twitter that he was "so shocked" and he had "never seen him so scared before."

Deleted Sun Article #2 posted February 2nd at 2:14pm (post version)

Stripper info: Her presence and the lap dance are mentioned. It's implied that the stripper portion and cake portion of the party happened at Rita's.

Claimed location was Rita's Bar & Grill for dinner and cake, then the Alibi club for the party. Claimed Harry (19) left Alibi at 4:30am, again no mention of the friend's house party.

Claimed Niall (20) was present.

Deleted Sun Article #3 posted February 3rd at 12:25am (post version)

This is a Sun exclusive where they claim to have interviewed Harry (19) at 1D's tour rehearsals the morning of Feb. 2nd. There are multiple alleged direct quotes, but I'm always skeptical of written interviews.

Stripper info: Mentioned the lap dance again, added that she forgot her truncheon (police stick) so she brought nunchucks instead. Claimed she put him under "arrest." Claimed a guest at the party recognized the stripper as someone he'd gone to college with.

Claimed the stripper set happened at the Alibi, which clashes with the prior article claiming the cake occurred at Rita's, and both insinuating the cake and stripper parts were one in the same. Claimed Harry left at 3:00am for the friend's house party, ending the night at 4:30am.

Mirror posted February 3rd at 3:00am (post version)

Guest list is claimed to be 70 people.

Stripper info: Mentioned the £100 cost of the stripper again, the lap dance of course, claims her performance was only 3 minutes. Claimed Nick hired the stripper because he "didn't know what else" to buy Harry.

Claimed location is initially an unnamed location until midnight, then the Alibi, before Harry leaves at 3:00am with "Eve Lee" for a friend's house party.

Claimed Niall was present, and that he flirted with the stripper. Mentions his tweet the following morning. "A friend" direct quote, “The irony of it was that apparently it was Niall who got close to the stripper, Harry wasn’t remotely interested.” Claimed Harry invited the rest of the band but only Niall showed.

“Zayn is keeping his head down at the moment, he thought better of going to a party where there was a going to be a stripper.”

This article claimed 1D had tour rehearsals at 9:00am the next morning on the 2nd.

DailyNews posted February 4th at 11:01am (post version)

Stripper info: Much of the same, but this one claims her first name is Millie, citing the Sun as having stated that originally. Claims 'Millie' owns a fashion photography business in London.

Timeline

From everything above and the images linked later, this is the most accurate timeline I've been able to put together.

January 31st 2013

Harry, Louis, and 5SOS played football.

Harry went to dinner at La Bodega Negra with Nick Grimshaw and James Corden.

Harry went to Groucho with Nick and James, where Caroline Flack also was.

Harry went to Base Nightclub (unknown if still with Nick and James) until 3:20am.

February 1st 2013

Harry and the 40-70 guests started the night at Rita's Bar & Grill for dinner, where the striptease and cake cutting happened. They left at midnight.

Harry and the 40-70 guests went to Alibi club until 3:00am.

Harry and a "small group of friends" moved to a "friend's house party" before calling it a night at 4:30am.

February 2nd 2013

One Direction tour rehearsals started at 9:00am.

At some point, The Sun interviewed Harry for their exclusive.

Proving Locations

Contradictions

The Sun contradicted itself by saying Harry stayed at the Alibi until 4:30am in their first 2 articles, but then in their 3rd saying he went to the house party at 3:00am until 4:30am.

The guest list was said to be 39 by the DailyMail, 70 by the Mirror.

The quote saying Zayn chose not to attend Harry's birthday because of the stripper is impossible. Zayn couldn't have possibly known about the stripper, considering Nick didn't even tell Harry ahead of time since it was meant to be a surprise. How would Zayn have known in advance?

Earlier articles claimed the stripper had a truncheon (police stick) but later ones claimed she'd forgotten it and had nunchucks instead.

The stripper's set was claimed to be 10 minutes long by the DailyMail, but 3 minutes by the Mirror.

The first Feb. 2nd DailyMail article claimed none of Harry's bandmates were present, but then Metro claimed Niall was there and other publications adopted that narrative aswell. Could chalk it up to shitty research, but DailyMail is the most reputable out of all of these (in my experience), so I don't know.

Guestlist

The names and ages (at the time) of everyone I think was at this party anytime from Rita's to the Alibi to the house party. I did my best to account for birthdays, but I'm bad at math so please let me know if any of these are off.

Big thanks to @voxina for helping me identify some of these people from the photos.

Harry Styles (19)

Nick Grimshaw (28)

Gemma Styles (23)

Niall Horan (20)

Theo Hutchcraft (26)

Miquita Oliver (28)

Pixie Geldof (22)

Luis Ortega Govela (25)

Eve Lee (Age Unknown)

Aimee Phillips (31)

Marco Gastel (27)

Danielle & Nicole Kahlani (30)

Preston Mahon (~60s)

George & Jake Barnett (25)

Sophie Sleigh-Johnson (25)

McKenzi Sager (28)

Unidentified:

Notable people I really wish were identified:

The non-1D bodyguard

These photographers

Link to ALL of the photos (question marks denote who is unidentified if anyone would like to take a crack at it)

Details on Guests:

Nick organized this party, and presumably invited everyone since the guest list is mainly comprised of his friends, lower-tier celebs, and groupies. Although it's fair to assume Harry had at least some invite power, with Gemma being there.

Speaking of Gemma, she isn't mentioned in any of the articles I found. Despite being Harry's literal sister, she isn't brought up once. I found out she was there because there's a selfie with Harry at Rita's Bar & Grill. She isn't seen in any other photos from the rest of the night, so I think it's safe to assume she left before they hit Alibi club.

Theo Hutchcraft is a name I see around a lot. He seems to be musically involved in Harry's solo career, if I'm not mistaken? I don't know much about his involvement with 1D in the band days, but I know this isn't the first time I've seen him at an event with 1D.

Miquita Oliver, Pixie Geldof, Luis Govela, and Aimee Phillips are all friends of Nick's. Everyone bar Luis I've seen at other Nick-centric hangouts where Harry was involved, but that's a timeline post for another day.

Eve Lee is identified in one of the articles, but I can't find anything about her online. I reckon she's a groupie? Or if she was a celebrity, she hasn't stood the test of time for her own name on google search results. I don't even know how old she is, which is always fun.

Marco Gastel is an interesting one. He's a Modest! Management employee, and was at the time, too. From a quick google search, I found photos of him with members of 1D and other Modest employees from back in the band days. He could certainly be the 'manager' Harry is alleged quoting 'ran to turn off CCTV,' but since I don't have enough specifics, I can't say for sure. Finding this guy's age was a hot mess, I had to reverse-engineer it off his LinkedIn based on when he started school as a kid, so it may be off by a year up or down.

Danielle and Nicole Kahlani are twins, they do hairstyling and makeup artistry respectively, and I believe they're linked with Lou Teasdale as well as being in Nick's friend group.

Preston Mahon was a 1D bodyguard, so his presence makes perfect sense. His birthday isn't listed online, but my amazing friend @summer-lovin-09 found a post from his ex wife who said in 2016 that he was in his 50s. Since it's been a decade, that puts him in his 60s.

George and Jake Barnett are also twins. George is Pixie Geldof's husband, although in 2013 they weren't yet married. Jake I can't 100% confirm was present, since the photo he's meant to be in doesn't fully show his face, so it could just be George again, who knows. George and Jake are in a band called 'These New Puritans.'

Sophie Sleigh-Johnson is also a bit hard to identify, but I feel confident about her face matching the photo. I don't know jack shit about her, but google says she's an author, so that's something.

McKenzi Sager is some sort of fitness guy, again I must thank @summer-lovin-09 for tracking him down just from a photo. I don't know much about him, but I linked his Instagram.

The Stripper

This is a compilation of all the info I could find on specifically the stripper. I found this article quite literally at the last minute in my research- I spent MONTHS trying to identify this woman.

Her name is Camilla Robson, which is where "Millie" came from. It's her nickname.

She's 30 years old.

Nick hired her, she's one of his friends, she is a pole dance photographer normally, and she did the job as a "favour to a friend."

Nick paid her the £100 to do the striptease.

According to Camilla's mother, she greatly regrets taking the job.

She's fucking loaded and definitely didn't need the money from the strip gig.

She was asked for a comment and declined, hiding her face.

This article was posted on February 4th 2013, only days after the party.

DailyMail source

All Camilla Photos

Can I be so real? This reeks of blackmail. She didn't need the money, but she took the job anyway despite not usually doing that sort of thing, and she immediately regretted it only days later. Also the whole phrasing of "favour for a friend" implies she owed her "friend" (Nick) something, and this was how she paid that debt.

All in all, it's concerning that she took the job at all given how young Harry was, and even more concerning overall that she regretted it so heavily right after. What happened here?

DMs with Luis Ortega Govela

Back in March, I dmed this guy. This was long before I'd considered making a post about this date, so I didn't go in with much of a plan, but it's still notable to mention the dms.

When I was hunting down photos of this party, I found one that was posted by Instagram user luisortegag, aka Luis Govela. It was this photo;

From inspecting the date element, I can see it was posted on Feb. 2nd, 2013 at 3:16am which I believe is British time since the actual post shows as being posted on the 1st for me, in American time, 5 hours back.

This means it was taken either right before Harry left the Alibi (unlikely because what club has what looks to be a bed lying around?), or shortly after he arrived at the "friend's house party." Personally, I suspect the friend was Luis, but that's pure speculation on my end. My main reasoning is that the friend is not named, despite the house party being mentioned by multiple articles, and Luis is one of the more niche people involved in this party, for being a friend of Nick's.

This photo raises so many questions for me. Why did Luis take it? Why did he post it? Where is Harry at this point- Alibi or the house party? Why is the photo so close to him? Since this was taken at 3am with him clearly unconscious, why did Harry allegedly keep partying until 4:30am?

Well, I tried to dm him in search of more info. I didn't expect anything to come of it, since none of my other attempts to dm people have ever gotten a reply. But this one did. (Oh, and these dms are from my anonymous burner, I don't have a main instagram at the moment)

Fair warning, because of my lack of a plan, I came on quite accusatory for no reason lmao. No wonder he blocked my ass.

He replied to my first message, then stopped replying after I mentioned Nick. He kept reading my messages for weeks, though- sometimes a few hours later, sometimes the second I sent them, which means he must have been regularly checking the chat if not leaving it open on one of his devices. He finally blocked me after that last message (which is why his name says "Instagram User" in some screenshots that were taken after he blocked me).

I don't know what to make of these dms, it's just weird. His behavior- replying once, then reading my messages but refusing to say anything more, before finally blocking me after WEEKS makes me wonder even more why he took and posted that photo of Harry. It's just such a strange bought of confusion, everything surrounding this man.

Niall

Okay, I have a crazy theory, but stick with me here. I don't think Niall was actually at the party. Papped outside the venue? Yes. In attendance for the festivities? No. This is by-far the most speculative part of this entire post, but allow me to break down my reasonings:

I have dozens of photos collected of this party, including many non-professional candids taken by guests. None of the photos from inside the venue actually feature Niall except one that I'll get into. The only other photos featuring him are pap photos outside one of the venues, and photos in a car.

Niall wasn't anywhere to be seen for the cake part, which you'd think Harry's bandmate-who's-like-a-brother would be there for. He also wasn't around for the striptease, despite articles claiming he was there, making comments, flirting with the stripper, even. Nowhere to be seen.

Niall wasn't mentioned in the first article to come out early on the 2nd. It came out 8 minutes before Niall tweeted about having had a "right laugh" at the party, which I think was the first 'confirmation' of his attendance. That first article actually claimed none of 1D had been present at Harry's party, saying he hadn't invited them.

Niall's tweet came out at 9:40am, and what started at 9:00am that morning? Tour rehearsals. Was he told to tweet that? And then, when the Sun came by later for their exclusive interview, were they fed the narrative that Niall was there? Was Metro fed the same narrative, and then other publications followed suit?

There's the supposed tweet at a fan where he said he was "so shocked" and had "never seen [Harry] so scared before" about the stripper that simply does not exist.

I did find a photo that looked to be of Harry and Niall together at the party, in the correct outfits and everything, but... it's a manip. A manip I could find no original source for, mind you. I have no idea who made it, or how old it is. It was on Pinterest with no credits.

Here's the manip vs. the original photos:

(Oh, and quiet credit to my friend who wishes to remain anonymous for figuring out that this was a manip and hunting down the original photos back in ~March or ~April)

I wanna focus on the original Niall photo (far right), for a second. This is the only photo I have of Niall actually inside a venue, which I'm pretty sure from the backdrop is from Rita's Bar & Grill. Things I noticed about this pic;

The woman he's with isn't in any other photos from across this party. None of them. Does this lean towards my working theory that Niall was photographed partying on a different night entirely with the plan in mind to say he was at Harry's party?

Why would the only photo of Niall with anyone from the party be with some random woman, and not Harry, or any of the prominent guests like Nick, Miquita, Pixie, ect? You're telling me he didn't take any selfies all night except with this random woman?

All Niall Photos

I also want to discuss the pap pics outside/in the car. I will admit, he was photographed with the same bodyguard (Preston Mahon) Harry was seen with that night. Niall was actually on the right street in the pap pics, too. I matched the brick on the buildings and the style of the sidewalk to the street Alibi was on.

Things I noticed about the pap pics outside the venue;

In the background of the pics with Niall, I didn't see any of the existing party guests from the copious photos with Harry. Photos with Harry outside almost always had someone recognizable in the background, but the same can't be said for Niall. Except, of course, for the one bodyguard.

Niall is papped getting into a silver car, which at first glance looks like the same silver car Harry is papped near in several photos. Except, the wheels aren't the same. So they definitely are different cars. Not much on it's own, but within wider context I think it's notable.

With the pics of Niall inside the car, again I see nobody recognizable from the copious Harry photos. We saw dozens of people walking the street, and dozens of people inside the venues, and yet none of them were caught in any of the Niall photos? They were all just missing? Or were the Niall pics taken on a different night?

Even one pic of Niall in the car shows part of a man with a poor hairline and a blue sleeve, who is once again not anyone from the party that got snapped with Harry. I thought maybe he was that dodgy photographer in the blue fit, but nope, the photographer's got a fringe.

And lastly, there's this photo of Niall and another random woman outside of some sort of hedge. For the life of me I can't figure out where outside the photo was taken, but I do have a damning theory that the woman is the same woman as in the Harry selfie that was used in the manip.

Notice her hairline? Nose shape? Smile? If you try to look past the eye makeup being different and see her eye shape, its the same aswell. I know it's hard to see because her hair is tied up in the first one, but doesn't the texture look similar?

This would prove that Niall's pics were taken on a different day to Harry's birthday. But it could be a reach, I'll admit that.

Unknowns/Questions I Still Have

Whether or not Niall ever tweeted at a fan talking about how scared Harry was of the stripper. I lean towards it being bullshit, but who knows. I've been surprised before. I scoured Niall's twitter from Feb. 1st-5th 2013, but no such tweet exists.

Why the Sun deleted their 3 articles on this party.

Why the DailyNews cited the Sun as naming the stripper as Millie when it was the DailyMail that named her.

I need to address it or I'll scream- what the hell did Nick mean when he said he hired a stripper for Harry because he "didn't know what else" to get him? That's an insane decision. Yeah, I'm really struggling to buy a gift for my teenage friend's birthday, oh, I know! I'll hire a 30 year old stripper and not tell him!

How the hell Zayn allegedly knew about the stripper ahead of time but Harry didn't. I reckon Zayn had no idea and that article was lying out of it's ass, but again, I've been surprised before.

Final Notes

Those are my thoughts, but I'd love to hear yours. I like to encourage discussion in the notes of my posts, because I am just one person who likes to research and yap; I don't know everything and the fact that I wasn't in the fandom in 2013 means I could have missed things with my retroactive research on this party.

If anyone can identify the people I couldn't, please let me know so I can edit this post. If you feel uncomfortable reblogging/commenting, you can always send an ask or dm. If you send me asks off anon (to include photos for example) and you ask me not to post your name, I won't.

Sign Katie Waissel's petition to help her publish her book exposing her time under Syco/TXF

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twopoppies · 5 months ago

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Soooooo h’s trainer did an article on his workout routines for touring and outside of touring. Brad not mentioned - i think Brad was used either secondarily if his trainer couldn’t travel the whole time or as we all like to think was an Azoff ploy. Maybe Brad was used to give H a little more freedom in starting to come out of the closet, but I’m still not a fan. His trainer though had the kindest things to say about h. This could also start kickoff the rumblings of a new tour

SO interesting. Thibo has been with him for years. I remember him being quoted a number of times. So what the hell was Boring Brad there for? It sure seems like he was just a minder. Maybe a workout partner. He sure set himself up very well having everyone think he was the reason Harry looked so amazing during Love On Tour.

We gained unprecedented access to the star's workout secrets from the man who has worked with Harry for over five years and built his stamina to where it is today - personal trainer Thibo David.

Thibo first met the 'As It Was' singer when he was working on his first album via a recommendation.

[…]

Setting a workout plan on day one of Love on Tour would not have cut it. The sell-out shows ran for 22 months covering 173 shows across seven legs and five continents so adequate physical preparation was essential maintaining physical health and the stamina required to keep up with such a rigorous set.

"Harry's main priorities ahead of a tour are building endurance, maintaining energy levels, and staying injury-free," Thibo reveals. "His tours are incredibly demanding, both physically and mentally, with long performances, travel, and limited recovery time."

The trainer explains that the 'Watermelon Sugar' singer focuses on improving cardiovascular fitness, strengthening his core, and incorporating mobility exercises to enhance flexibility and prevent strain.

"Beyond physical fitness, he places a strong emphasis on mental clarity and stress management, ensuring he's fully present and capable of delivering his best on stage," he adds. "Hydration, sleep, and balanced nutrition are equally essential in his preparation."

Thibo is no ordinary personal trainer. His background as a commando heavily influences the training programme he devises for Harry before, during, and after a tour. He tells us: "Touring often presents unpredictable conditions—whether it’s a lack of equipment, limited space, or tight schedules. The ability to adapt quickly and create effective workouts in unconventional settings was key.

Thibo says that Harry's tour workout looks different from his other work commitments: "For a film, we might prioritise functional strength, agility, and endurance, while for a photoshoot, we'd incorporate elements of conditioning and aesthetic-focused training. Regardless of the goal, the workouts always maintained a balance of mobility, strength, and recovery to ensure Harry remained physically prepared for the demands ahead."

[…]

"We had a lot of fun. One of our traditions was running the stairs of every stadium and arena we visited, turning it into a unique challenge." Making exercise fun for the star is a priority for Thibo and he had a certain trick up his sleeve for lifting the energy before a show.

"Sometimes, we even turned these sessions into team events, with the musicians and crew joining in. This approach not only kept Harry in peak physical condition but also fostered camaraderie and morale among the team," he says.

[…]

"…we focus heavily on energy management, tailoring sessions to complement his performance schedule. Recovery becomes a top priority, with techniques like mobility work, active stretching, and massage incorporated regularly."

A tour coming to a close does not signal the end of Harry's workout plan. This new phase allows Harry to use exercise to recover and rebuild. Thibo explains: "We shift the focus to activities like running, boxing training, and recovery practices, such as cold baths, to help his body decompress from the intense demands of touring.

"The workouts are less about high intensity and more about maintaining his fitness base, regaining mobility, and resetting his energy levels. This phase is also a great time to experiment with new methods and address any imbalances or tightness that may have developed during the tour."

Having worked closely with the former One Direction star, Thibo can attest to Harry's dedication – a trait that makes a personal trainer's life undeniably easier. He tells us: "Harry is an amazing human being—focused, disciplined, and incredibly dedicated to his craft.

"He fully understands the benefits of optimising all aspects of his performance, which makes working with him both rewarding and effective."

Full article and photos here

#exercise Harry #thibo david #Harry’s personal trainer #Harry’s exercise routine #ask me why I love harry styles

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caralara · 13 days ago

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Hey Cara! I’d love to hear your thought on this weekend and where you stand with your views of them being together now? I know you mentioned a while ago you thought they had recently gotten back together based on some anons. I’m struggling to wrap my head around everything because on one hand this weekend has been amazing in terms of “confirming” to me Larry is real. But now with Harry kissing someone it seems like maybe it actually isn’t. Like Harry has no reason to stunt or closet himself anymore - they’re no longer tied to contracts apparently and he is famous enough to not need a stunt. It’s really thrown be off because all I’m thinking is Harry went onto Louis “turf” and made out with someone - that doesn’t seem very tpwk. I’m so lost on what to think… help?

hi love!! How are you?

I can totally see how it’s confusing, and that the “celebration” in the fandom doesn’t sit right with you especially after the stunt harry did in the end!

So here’s my breakdown of it :)

As usual, I invite you to look at the bigger picture: to me, this wasn’t about “confirming Larry is real” per se, to me this weekend was a lot of different things, but mainly to test the waters into different directions.

I had expected the McDumblinson content, and was actually a little surprised they kept it so lowkey, but then again, it makes sense, bc to me it wasn’t meant to change anything of the current situation, just reconfirm McDumblinson and be in the news with it.

What I did find very very interesting is that louis went full on babygate signalling with his outfits - the buzzing cap, the kid super The End shirt, the bee football jersey, the sunglasses, the dancing skeleton… that was crazy! He didn’t do it in 2024 or 2023, he did do it in 2022 like that too, when I initially thought he was going to end it (but then broke his arm derailing all plans…)

So we got a few days of bbg signalling, then meaningless outfit on the day he’s stunting with Zara and harry gets confirmed at the location, and then the lovesick amiri hopeless romantic shirt after harry’s stunting.

This is telling me the whole weekend was carefully planned. But for what? I think it was testing the waters of having harry and louis together in A Situation, but keeping them Super Straight™️ while being in that situation together and reawakening all the larries by that… feels like a first test run for when they’re ending babygate (larries will reawaken in full force screaming they were right and H & L will have to be super straight through it all, heavy stunting on both sides to keep babygate ending from implicating Larry is real and louis knew all along that Freddie wasn’t his…)

Especially seeing the article that’s confirming who the mystery woman is H was “snogging” (if you can call that a snog lol) insisting it was a one off thing, this feels extremely coordinated. Louis and Zara stunting, creating content and articles together, Harry conveniently being filmed walking along glasto being friendly with Rob Stringer, Louis liking the Larry reel (he liked a post “accidentally” a couple months ago and we all went crazy (when has that ever happened before, king of cryptic social media usage???), same now just a couple days ago with the tanning video, setting up the probable deniability of him liking anything “at random by accident,” him liking a LARRY REEL of all things, right in the morning just a few short hours after the Harry Ella stunt kiss, leaving the like there for the time most Brits and Europeans wake up and check the notifs, and only removing it after almost three hours, and then going out wearing THAT amiri shirt (hopeless romantic - either meant sarcastic about McDumblinson / Ella/Harry or as in “hopelessly devoted” in the Larry sense) (it’s a funny coincidence it’s basically a screenshot of the video of how harry looks at louis there lol but I don’t think it was planned down to that detail bc the video was uploaded while louis was already at glasto and had already planned wearing that shirt), louis NOT wearing signalling clothes while spotted loads with Zara right before harry was stunting, Harry’s kissing video coming out scheduled at exactly 10 pm, and the only video from the VIP section that got out like that….

It feels extremely coordinated. The Larry reel like and all that followed doesn’t feel like a “rebellious don’t wanna stunt” kind of move, but a carefully planned testing of the waters with everyone involved, harry and louis and their teams, and that does reconfirm to me they’re together and working together on ending babygate (once again lol). They need to be able to pull off the balancing act for Ending It - antis need to believe louis never knew Freddie wasn’t his, ergo he needs to be believable straight for them, and he needs to have enough doubt in larries that they don’t cause so much of a ruckus that the scale tips and the headlines read “larries were right - it was a stunt all along” - and that’s a difficult thing to do.

They’re a team. They know very well how the game works by now and which strings to pull to get a result. They’re both settled, refreshed in their relationship, energy and priorities. Evidently ending babygate is important to them. Coming out not so much (anymore), at least definitely not for louis, if you ask me. They’re talking, planning, making sure it all works out. It will feel like they’re playing us, but it’s for the greater good to end the worst stunt they ever had to endure. It really is making me more and more hopeful!

And a little side theory of mine: Glastonbury has always had a babygate significance to louis - it was the first time he went rogue during babygate, calling the paps on himself while holding Tamara bells hands and effectively taking control of the stunt and sabotaging the plans to marry him off to Briana. I think it symbolises autonomy regarding babygate to him. And that’s why I think they chose Glastonbury to do the first reaction tests.

Also, I don’t think you’re ever “too famous to stunt” alot of the a list celebs are occasionally doing stunts. It’s just part of the entertainment business now. And as long as harry is with the azoffs (and that’s as long as he wants to make music publicly), he’ll have to stunt. It’s just how it is. And you saw the video - harry did the bare minimum, plugged up sunglasses on hands to his side. It really was just a way to achieve what they wanted, nothing more.

I hope you could find some solace in my view of the weekend? Let me know what you think!!

#anon #larry at glastonbury #bbg #Babygate #mcdumblinson

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delicateperspective · 2 months ago

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I’m a newish fan (2023) and therefore new to these types of pr relationships. What can we expect? I saw posts saying L was in Essex this weekend so clearly “meeting her parents” and to expect a tabloid spectacle. I can’t wrap my head around bringing family into this? I am assuming this also happened with previous relationships but honestly how do they do this? Is there a formula that they follow and how will know it’s going to end? I’m so tired of it already. Thanks so much for taking the time to answer new fan questions.

hey anon! thank you so much for such a thoughtful and open message — seriously, it makes me so happy when people ask questions like this with genuine curiosity, because i know how overwhelming and weird all of this can feel at first.

so yes, you're absolutely right, bringing family into pr relationships is super common, and honestly it’s often done on purpose for exactly the reason you mentioned: because people go “why would they involve their families unless it’s real?” and that’s exactly what the teams want. it’s the easiest way to make things feel serious and believable, especially when the relationship itself doesn’t have a lot of natural chemistry or history to lean on.

there is definitely a pattern or formula that most of these pr relationships follow — although there are always variables that make each one slightly different. but here’s a general idea of how they usually go.

the basic PR stunt formula:

seeding phase typically looks like some or all of the below: mutual friends start posting about both people one is seen in the background of the other’s photo (Z's pancake photo with L's arm in the back looks oddly JUST like the picture H posted of L on their couch with just El's legs being visable before El was confirmed) names start appearing together in articles soft connections are made to get people asking questions

then a confirmation: usually a “source” tells The Sun (louis’ team fave) or People (harry’s team fave) that they’re “dating”. it’s always vague, soft-launch-y, and unconfirmed by the artist themselves.

pap walks + family involvement start: the couple is “spotted” on walks, at cafes, on vacation families start to follow each other on social media they’re photographed at family homes, visiting parents, etc. this is the “it’s serious!” phase, meant to sell longevity and legitimacy

public event tie-ins start: the “partner” is seen at concerts or album release parties articles drop about how “supportive they are of each other” this often lines up with promo cycles (album releases, tour announcements, etc.)

then a quiet fade or dramatic exit: either they slowly stop being seen together and it fizzles or there’s a breakup article to wrap it up

how do we know when it will end? that’s the one part we can’t predict. sometimes we can guess based on promo timelines or industry context (like the rumored sony/itv merger 👀), but unless we know the contract details, we can’t know for sure. what we can usually tell is when the momentum starts to shift — like when the tabloid drops slow down, the pap walks stop, or the families quietly unfollow. but again, it’s not always clean or predictable. sometimes things get extended, like olivia due to covid, or babygate because… well. chaos.

if you’re tired? that’s okay. seriously — it’s so okay to take breaks. this stuff can be exhausting, especially when it feels like the same story being recycled with new names. you don’t have to be hyper-aware of every detail to still love and support harry and louis. step away when you need to. come back when you’re ready.

#anon #stunts #mcdomlinson

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hp-confessions · 2 months ago

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The idea that James financially supported Remus after Hogwarts is actually FANON and I wish more people knew that. It shouldn’t be used to analyze James and Remus as characters or Marauder group dynamics as a whole, because it’s simply not true.

For one, it’s is not mentioned anywhere in the seven books. You’d think, given how Remus repeatedly emphasized the acceptance and support his three friends gave him at school, he’d be sure to mention to Harry that his father financially helped him afterwards, but he never does. So I would personally be skeptical of that idea even if any extracanon source does make such a claim.

However, the idea of James financially supporting Remus is not supported by any extracanon source, either. The interview people often use as “proof” is actually JKR talking about how James supported Sirius and Lily after school, not Remus. After talking about how Remus was unemployable because he was a werewolf, she said:

“James had enough gold, enough to support Sirius and Lily. So I suppose they lived off a private income. But they were full-time fighters, that’s what they did, until Lily fell pregnant with Harry. So then they went into hiding.”

The idea of James supporting Sirius is directly contradicted by the canon text. In OotP, Sirius explained that the Potters did take him in after he ran away at “about sixteen”, but after his uncle Alphard left him gold when he was seventeen, “I got a place of my own” and “looked after myself”. So I think this interview quote is simply yet another example of JKR forgetting what she wrote in the books and probably shouldn't be taken at face-value (James definitely seems to have supported Lily, though, given that her parents were dead and she had no job outside her role in the Order).

At any rate, THIS already-unreliable extracanon quote by JKR is the only source for the idea of James financially supporting Remus – and it literally never claims he did (all JKR said was that Remus was unemployable, she never says that James helped him). It’s the only source mentioned in HP wiki, in articles, or anywhere else. It seems to have originated as a misunderstanding which blew up enough to become a popular fandom belief, and has remained so ever since.

But ultimately, there is no evidence in book canon or by any extracanon statement by JKR that James (or Sirius) financially supported Remus after Hogwarts. Nor is anything of the sort mentioned in Remus’s Pottermore bio. This is even more ridiculous than the fanon idea of Remus being taller than Sirius - at least that is based off their movie counterparts, while this is based off nothing at all.

In short: we don’t know much about Remus’s financial situation after Hogwarts. In theory, James could have supported him, Sirius could have supported him, they both could have supported him jointly*, or Remus could have simply been relying on his parents.

I actually think the last possibility is the most likely option, and I’m surprised more people haven’t brought it up. Remus does seem to have loved his parents (and vice-versa), and if they were supporting him, I’m not sure why he would have felt the need to turn to his friends in the first place. More importantly, it's directly supported by extracanon material - here’s what Remus's Pottermore bio says about him after the end of the First Wizarding War:

“His mother was now dead, and while Lyall, his father, was always delighted to see his son, Remus refused to endanger his father’s peaceful existence by returning to live with him.”

The sentence “returning to live with him” indicates that Remus had been living with his him previously during the war, and that in turn suggests that Lyall and Hope were financially supporting Remus. Imo, this makes sense, as it seems to have been perfectly normal/expected for wizards to live with their parents after graduation unless they moved to another country (Percy Weasley did in Goblet of Fire despite getting a job in the Ministry, Bill & Charlie lived with their family whenever they visited, Bill & Fleur moved into a family cottage after their marriage rather than buying their own, etc). In Remus’s case, given that he was an Order member during the height of the First War, it makes sense that he would have been at least somewhat comfortable relying on his parents as he had been during his childhood. But after the war, after watching the rest of the wizarding world settle into jubilant peace while Remus was left mourning the loss of his three best friends and was struggling to work due to societal prejudice, his guilt/trauma/desire to self-isolate may have kicked in and prompted him to move away from home. Personally, I find this much more interesting than the unevidenced idea of James supporting Remus, as most discussions of Remus are often always centred around the Marauders rather than his parents, so this brings them into the mix as well.

*Personally, I headcanon that James/Sirius did offer to help Remus, but he turned them down, which may have been one of the factors that later triggered suspicions in Sirius (during the last year of the war, once it became clear that the Order had a spy) given how close-knit the four of them were at Hogwarts. Narratively, it also works really well given that Sirius and Remus were described as living together post GoF until Sirius’s death a year later, after their reunion and reconciliation. But that’s just my personal theory!

#confession #harry potter #marauders #remus lupin #james potter #hp headcanon

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Y/N stared nervously at her phone. Harry’s contact was up in the bubble, her first message to him sitting unsent on the screen.

He had actually given her his number. He said that he would talk to her about his tattoos and his shop and he had said she could call him H, which- Gah! She wanted to squeal when she had woken up and remembered it all. The headache had been gnarly, but she recalled most of the night very vividly. How Harry had taken charge and told the man bothering her off, how he had admitted that she intimidated her somehow because he thought she was pretty and his glaring wasn’t because of hatred- it was nerves, anxiety and trying to figure out how to talk to her.

He’d placed her number into his phone under a simple letter, H, and promised to text him later.

Did the next day qualify as later?

It was almost noon and she had sent off a few emails to her publisher that was working with her on one of her fashion articles, trying to waste time to not seem overly eager. Washing the dishes, switching her laundry, even taking her cat for a walk(unconventional but Nibbles had been a street kitten, he liked to go outside), even taking a full body shower with the shaving and the deep hair mask. Her headache had faded to an dull throb with the help of a tylenol, and she was now ready to bite the bullet.

Y/N: Hiiii :D It’s Y/N.

Y/N: Hope I’m not bugging you but I was thinking about finally getting a tattoo. I had some questions and I figured you’d be perfect to ask.

It wasn’t a lie. Y/N really had been considering a tattoo and asking Harry, though she had been planning on going to him anyway out of courtesy before she had gotten the whole ‘i think he hates me’ thing cleared up. She’d never go to a different artist if she could support someone in the friend group. Now it was an exciting thing for her, a giddiness in her stomach rising when she saw the three dots in the texting bubble showing that he was replying.

Hm. He didn’t have his read receipts on. Interesting.

A response popped up quite quickly after sending her message.

H: Hi. You aren’t bugging. Come down to the shop, it’s slow today.

Y/N nearly choked on her lemonade. He wanted her to come? Today?! Her bare foot tapped anxiously against the carpet as she blinked at her phone screen, trying to find the right words to respond. She didn’t want to bother him or annoy him, even though he had said she wasn't’ bugging', the girl was still a bit nervous. Last night she had called him super cool and said she wanted to spend time with him alone but she had to wonder if she was brave enough to do it so soon.

Y/N: Are you sure? I really don’t want to be a bother or anything.

His response came just as fast as the last. Did he have his phone screen open or something?

H: You aren’t. I’m doing paperwork so I don’t mind.

H: Can you bring me a coffee? I’ll venmo you.

She felt a laugh bubble from her throat as she looked at the messages. She hadn’t said yes but he was most definitely telling her to get her ass over there if she read between the lines. Considering it was a weekend, she had no excuse not to. Besides her nerves, she didn’t have one either. She liked Harry. She thought he was really cute and mysterious and he was polite when he spoke last night and something about him had her so intrigued. The girl knew she would kick herself if she didn’t go, so that’s how the decision was made.

Y/N: Sugar or cream? Do you do a latte or something fancy? Frappichino?

H: Black, please. Cold foam on top. Thanks xx

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Harry knew he was being awfully presumptuous but he also knew himself.

It was now or never.

Last night he had finally found his balls and spoken to the cute little thing. Granted, it took him standing up for her against a creep, but he had still done it. Y/N was coming to the nearly empty shop to talk about a tattoo, what he knew would be her very fucking first, and he was so nervous he could probably vomit if he thought about it too long.

He had always been known to be an intimidating man. He was littered with dark swirls of ink on his skin, piercings on his nose and eyebrow-and some other not so visible places-, he was pretty tall and broad shouldered and he was said to have what Niall loved to call a ‘bitch face’. His hair was longer, needing a cut as it was falling into his face, and he had his moody demeanor which tended to scare people off. Even as a teenager, pre tats and everything, he had sat quietly behind his friends while he observed and was able to keep prying people away with a simple quirk of the brow.

While that intimidating air worked wonders for getting annoyingly nosy people to fuck off and to get laid every once in a while by a girl who wanted a night with a ‘bad boy’, -words said by 2 of them, not himself- he sure as fuck didn’t want Y/N to think of him that way.

Y/N was just… She was his opposite in every way and he really, really liked it. Soft curved features as opposed to his own hard ones, a gentle glow to the eyes instead of his hardened glimmer. She had a sweet, bubbly voice that made him hang off her every damn word when he got the privilege to go out when she was there. She had called herself a fucking cinnamon roll, and she had been right. Sweet and fluffy and coated in sugar. Something he’d fucking love to taste, given the chance.

That would be a bit down the line considering Y/N wasn’t the type of girl he’d want to hook up with. She was the girl that he’d want his Mum to meet. She was the breakfast in bed, flowers every week, buy pretty dresses for type of girl. Every woman deserves that, but for him? Y/N was that exact type. He hooked up with girls that he knew he wouldn’t get attached to. Quick fucks at their place, bar bathrooms, cars. He didn’t let them inside his world because he knew what he wanted.

He’d dated before, had his heart broken a small handful of times to know what he wanted and what he didn’t. Hopefully he’d be able to sniff out some more about Y/N that he hadn’t found out through the social gatherings, grapevines and checking out her social media. She made cute little videos of her outfits almost every day on her instagram story that he watched when he had the chance. She had a cat as well. She liked pastel colors and drank a lot of tea and lemonade. She liked the pink starbursts best- he knew just from the exposure he’d gotten. The itch to gather more information had hit him hard.

Thankfully she was coming to see him today and he could stop being such a pussy. Face her alone and talk to her face to face. She was too nice to judge him if he stuttered or said the wrong thing, at least not outwardly.

He’d hoped she would text today, hoped he’d have an excuse to see her. His outfit had a bit more effort than his other ones. Sticking with all black because spilled ink was an absolute bitch to get out, if not impossible, he chose his favorite black jeans with the holes in the knees, frayed strings something to pick at when he was bored. On top he wore a black button up with little roses as buttons, left open down to his mid chest. Maybe it was slutty, but he liked to show off the ink he had. It was something he was proud of. His necklaces hung down mid chest, the silver chains and pendants slightly tangled now that he had taken a look, but it sort of worked.

He had been mid inspection when he heard the door bell jingle and the receptionist greet Y/N.

Y/N was a bit shocked at just how nice it was when she walked in. Outside she had seen the neon light in the window and the sign up above, already impressed, but it got better when she walked inside. The red and black tattoo shop had an edgy vibe. As she stepped inside, she was greeted by the checkered floors that give off a retro feel. On the left-hand side, there was a flash wall littered with a plethora of designs, featuring different what she assumed were the tattoo styles of each artist who worked out of the shop.

As she walked towards the reception desk, Y/N noticed it was made of thick dark wood and had a glossy finish and a smiling dark haired receptionist sitting behind the desk. Black frames on the side wall showed off their business license and framed newspaper articles about the shop. Obviously it had raving reviews. Y/N felt a bit guilty for not knowing, but proud of him. Obviously it was a well respected show.. Behind the desk, there was a glass cabinet displaying various jewelry for piercings and shop merchandise. She wondered if she could buy one of the hoodies or tee shirts to support him? Oh, maybe a tote bag. That was definitely something she would use. She’d always liked the little logo. It was a bit of a surprise to her that she’d never seen him wear any of it before, only on his instagram.

Maybe he didn’t want random people talking to him about tattoos when he was out?

Greeting the receptionist, she let her eyes wander around. There seemed to be rooms for tattooing and piercings down a long hallway, some thick black, crushed velvet curtains that can be drawn closed for privacy. Convenient. At least they cared about that. Some of the ones she had looked at online pre-Harry had the bare minimum.

“Hi! Did you have an appointment?” The girl behind the counter was dressed in what she could tell was retro clothing, a slightly off the shoulder red top and a string of chunky pearls around her neck. Her hair was done up so neatly that Y/N had been instantly jealous. She had never been good at doing updos, nor did she look good with that sort of poof, but she wished she did. Her bright red lipstick would be a lot during the day for someone else, but on her? It worked. Y/N was a little intimidated already. She seemed really cool just by looking at her.

“N-No, uh, Harry told me to come-”

“She’s here for me, Liz.” Harry’s voice interrupted her own. Y/N turned around, tray of coffee in hand and a brown paper bag in the other. “This is Y/N. She’s cool.”

Cool? He thought she was cool too. Y/N felt herself flush under her clothes, swallowing thickly as he sauntered over and took the tray from her hands. “Thanks for this, gorgeous. Forgot to get new coffee for the machine.”

Y/N felt like she was having a bit of an episode. Gorgeous? He had called her gorgeous and walked over to her so confidently, as if his nerves that had gotten him to make her think he hated her had disappeared. Perhaps it was because he was in his own domain, his element. Thankfully, Liz had kept her from having to respond right away.

“Oh, sick.” She smiled up at her from her swivel chair. “Harry never has his friends here. Besides the ones who work here and Niall, but he always leaves a mess in the break room. It’s nice to see a new face. You’re really pretty.”

Y/N had to admire the confidence she carried. She was so pretty and could easily talk to people, joking with her already as if they were friends for years. “Thank you, you are as well.” She replied, the compliment making her feel even more flustered. “Niall is very good at leaving messes, I’m afraid.” That’s something she knew first hand. “I don’t have any tattoos yet so uh, Harry offered to talk to me about it.”

“Virgin skin! How exciting.” Liz chirped, twirling her straw around. “Honestly, Harry’s a great artist, perfect for a first timer if you can ignore the mean mugging. He’s super gentle and has the best lines I’ve ever seen.”

Y/N had to smile. Of course he was good. A glance at him had her observing the slight pink in his cheeks as he narrowed his eyes at Liz, who to her credit, didn’t seem phased. He was slightly embarrassed at the attention on him but still happy that she had talked him up.

Harry would be heartbroken if he scared her off of tattoos, but he tried to be a good artist with everyone. Perhaps he wasn’t super talkative but most of his clients were veteran ink people with loads already on their skin. They knew to sit quietly or listen to the music, or bring a friend to chat with so he could do his damn job.

“Anyways.” Harry cleared his throat. “Mitch’s appointment just pulled into the lot. Y/N and I are going into the office, scream if you need me.” His nod to follow her was brief, Y/N holding on to her handbag for dear life as his long legs carried him down the hallway at a much faster pace that she usually did. Thankfully she was able to hide how winded the quickness of the long hallway had made her once he opened his office door.

The floors were hardwood in his office. He had his own black desk, a black leather couch with a red acrylic coffee table and a shelf full of books. Windows from behind the desk gave it decent lighting. It was clean in here, cleaner than Y/N had ever kept her own office.

“Sorry about that.” He murmured to her, setting the coffee down on the smooth red table. “She’s really overly friendly. Great for customers but a bit nosy.” He walked towards his desk to grab his iPad and stylus, slightly flustered when the white thing fell back on the desk. His nerves were most definitely showing. Turning around he was ready to keep talking, but he was met by her body halfway across the room to look at some of his old framed flash sheets he had on the far wall.

“These are so cool, Harry.” She said quietly, eyes scanning the designs. “And you just thought of all these off the top of your head?” Turning herself to face him, she watched as he gave her a tiny bit of a smile. Still pink in the cheeks, which soothed her own nerves a little. His confidence at first had made her a tad bit scared that she was the only one stressing out about it, but he was obviously affected just as much.

“Erm… some of them. I use some reference pictures, get inspired by other works and change it so it’s my own. A lot of it is things I randomly get ideas for, though.” He rubbed his knuckle over his chin. “I work with a lot of clients who already have ideas and wants so the perimeters are more strict, so with flash it’s more of what I want to do. People who get them have a say in color and size but usually it’s a pre-printed stencil.” He explained, crossing his arms as he approached her.

She smelled really good. Was that a weird thing to think? Maybe. But it was true. He was hyperaware of everything right now, trying his best to not put his leather boot into his mouth and fuck up. There was genuine approval on her face, getting closer to the frames to scope out details and truly admiring each one. “Are these the retired ones, your favorites? Why are they stuck back here instead of with the ones out front?” Inquisitive eyes met his own.

“These are ones I’ve already done. I don’t do a ton of flash anymore because I’m usually booked for customs.” His own eyes took in the old flash sheets. Each design was something he had loved creating, but the time for them had passed. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to remember them, though. “But all of these were claimed by people when we had flash events. I don’t think it’s bad to have similar tattoos as other people but I tend to not do the same thing twice. I had gotten really sick of doing the same infinity signs and hearts and roses when I was an apprentice at the first shop.” God, he was glad that trend was over. Mostly. “There’s nothing inherently wrong with hearts or roses, s’just repetitive and I like to do stuff that challenges me. Y’know?” He turned to look at her, finding her already staring up at him. That stupid flutter moved around his stomach again.

“Oh, I can imagine. I’m really glad I didn’t get the tattoos I had on my pinterest board. I had it growing from like… 2013 to 2017 and all of them now seem very…” She rolled her lips together as she tried to politely find the word for cringe. “Not me. It’s actually why I haven't gotten anything yet.” Arms wrapped around herself, feeling a bit insecure about it. Here was this beautiful tattoo artist, in talent and looks, and she was telling him about her pinterest board of tattoos. He must be internally rolling his eyes because he did a good job of keeping a soft smile on his lips. Was it even legal for men to have lips that pretty and deep pink? Maybe it was just unfair. “I wanted to wait until I felt ready.”

“That’s a really good thing to do.” Harry was proud of her for that. Smart girl. Leaning against the side of his desk, he kept his arms crossed as he continued to talk. “You don't know how many people get impulsive tattoos as their first and regret it later. Now.. m’not one to judge because I’m fuckin’ littered in dumb ones, but I always think of it as a memory. Even if its’ a memory of being a dumbass.” His heart fluttered when he got a giggle out of her. Fucks sake, he was pathetic. “Removal is possible but not at all fun. Got a few mates and some clients who got their old ink taken off and it isn’t pleasant. Waiting is the smartest thing to do if you’re someone who thinks you could possibly regret it.”

Y/N didn’t strike him as an impulsive person. Every time he had seen her, she had seemed pretty put together. Though she could seem a little chaotic, it was an organized chaos that he had always liked. Harry, despite his impulse with tattoos when he was young and tipsy in his partying stage, liked to be a controlled person. Sometimes it was too much, which led to the anxiety he had. It was part of the reason he had such a hard time talking to Y/N at first.

She was so cute and so sweet and Harry wanted their conversations to be perfect. He had a track record of saying dumb things or at the very least, not saying them how they were meant when he was nervous. Usually his anxiety was hidden very well. He didn’t get it when it came to clients or tattoos or anything work related, but in his personal and social life? It was rampant. That was part of the reason he had quit drinking. That was a story for a different time, though.

“Yeah, I really don’t want removal.” Her nose scrunched a bit like a bunny, making his heart stutter in his chest. Cute little thing, she was. “That’s why I wanted to come to you.” There was a slight pause. “I was going to come to you even when I thought you hated me. I’d never want to support a different shop when someone in my circle is talented and has their own business.”

That hurt him a little. Even when she was under the impression that she hated him and was glaring at her, that he had made her uncomfortable, she had planned on supporting him anyways? What sort of fucking angel was she? He winced visibly at the reminder of her original thoughts. He had massively fucked up with that. What an idiot he had been. His nerves had gotten the best of him yet again.

“Y/N, I truly am sorry that I came across that way. It’s not the case, nor has it even been.” He swallowed, looking down at her hands that were clasped together. She was rocking on her heels and he could tell she had probably not wanted to bring that up, but he was glad she did because it did need to be properly addressed while she was 100% sober. “What I said last night is the truth. You just… y’make me a little nervous and I don’t like that I had no idea what to say to you.” She had come into their little friend group and been so fucking adorable, so kind and ready to take someone home if they needed, buy them a drink, talk about her little fashion brand deals. Y/N listened to everything people said, she would find the eyes of a person who had been drowned out by other conversation and encourage them. The best sort of person. “I don’t do well with people I think are pretty, people I think are sweet. S’a little intimidating for me.”

Y/N still didn’t know how that worked, but she could imagine that it must have been weird for him. She couldn’t see how she of all people could be considered intimidating but it made her a little giddy that Harry had found her to be pretty and sweet. It had been the complete opposite of what she expected to be the reason. “Well, thank you. For thinking I’m pretty and sweet, that’s- that’s really nice.” Her eyes fell down while she couldn't keep the smile off her face. “I thought maybe I’d done something like… I dunno, I get kinda touchy and gooey when I’m drunk. I asked everyone if I had accidentally said something or hung on you the first night and didn’t remember meeting you but they’d said no.” That was one of the downfalls of Y/N drunk. She loved to spread love and give cuddles and hugs. Sometimes she didn’t think twice and that had caused her friends to keep her wrangled in their grasp.

“No, no. I wouldn’t have minded any of that.” Harry realized what he had said but continued talking. “It was just me being nervous. I just wanted to apologize again cause I hate to think that you were upset about it at all… n’then…” He rolled his head back to look at the ceiling for a moment. “I feel shitty that you were going to come to me for a tattoo even after I was a dick. Even if I didn’t realize it then. You’re just a really good person.” He looked back down to see Y/N giving him a tiny smile, stepping closer to him. “Fuck, I’m rambling. Sorry.”

“No! No, it’s okay. I uh..” Another pause was paired with a pink tongue peeking out to lick her lips that Harry paid a bit too much attention to for his own good. “It’s just nice to hear you talk. You’re always so quiet but you’ve got a nice speaking voice. I like it.”

Harry wanted to scream, actually. He wanted to groan and drop his head into her sweet smelling neck and do god knows what, because that compliment made him feel really flattered and flustered. Y/N just had that fucking thing about her, this weird trait that he couldn’t quite describe that made him feeling like he was a schoolboy all over again being paired up with his crush for an assignment. How lucky was he? She had wanted his art on her forever.

“Thanks.” His response was slightly shy, looking back up at her with the pink tint still on his cheeks. He knew the back of his neck was probably flushed too.

“No problem.” Another slight pause where neither of them knew how to proceed followed but, this time neither seemed to particularly mind. Deciding to move it on so he didn’t have to look uncomfortable anymore, Y/N shot him another one of those smiles before moving back towards the coffee table, grabbing her cup from the cardboard tray. “So. Let’s talk about designs.”

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 20 days ago

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I think this was a ‘revenge’ cover against H&M by VF.

See, there is an anon on another blog who has had information about those two (she is the one who informed us that they would go to a Lakers match, that they lost frogmore cottage and some other info). She also said that M forbid her team to even mention VF’s name and forbid to do a cover with them again, she said MM was damned pissed about the ‘Wild about Harry’ story and all the stuff afterwards (remember that Tom Bower said that the journalists who worked with her weren’t comfortable and some smelled the BS, one of them said it wasn’t true, but Bower said that he has the records of what the man talk with him), don’t know what else but apparently her relationship with VF was really bad.

Now, she is working with WME, they look for business. My guess is that VF talked to them and told them that they were preparing an article about H&M (mainly M) and if they were interested, they would release it to promote the Netflix show. Maybe WME told MM that it would be a good option to promote the show, since it’s a ‘big’ publication and would be nice to allow some friends and staff to talk with them and to forget the hate she has for them for a moment. What they didn’t expect was that they also had all the Spotify and Netflix’s former staff and neighbors talking how sh*tty they are. So, I would want to know if something else has happened between VF and MM, because this article was bonkers, this isn’t just a revenge because her camp doesn’t talk with VF, something else and bigger happened

ask from January 18th

I went back and reread the VF article and what strikes me now is how two-sided it is. It really does feel like there were competing stories or competing sources in the article because in some parts, it's a hit job against Harry (suggesting Meghan's camp is the source) but in other parts, it's a hit job against Meghan (suggesting either Harry's camp or someone in Hollywood is the source).

Where I stand now is that I think Meghan/WME commissioned the article as a hit job against Harry back in the fall when he left her to work abroad for a bit. Allegedly at the time, Harry and Harry's staff didn't communicate anything to Meghan or her staff about where he was going, which caused her to crash out, which led to the sloppy gala appearance/red carpet crash. I think Harry's team found out about the article, fed some info against Meghan, and that's what led to the clashing viewpoints in the story.

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In one of the HP analysis posts you mentioned that Draco doesn't have as much Slytherin in him as he wanted. Could you eleborate on that? Ty

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I think I mentioned most of it in the drarry post, but sure. I mentioned here how I usually go about sorting and thinking about who fits what house. And I will add the disclaimer that I'm not a Draco fan. I don't hate him, but I don't particularly like him either, so I am biased.

I always saw Draco as a character who was taught to value Slytherin house and its qualities. Who was taught that he should be cunning and ambitious. Who wants to be a Slytherin so bad, but just, isn't. Not really.

And the regular sorting questions I ask, kinda show him as someone who'd be sorted into Slytherin, but who isn't particularly ambitious or cunning.

1. Problem Solving - what is the go-to method of said character to solve problems in a situation that isn't a life-and-death threat. Both without a time limit and on a time crunch.

We don't see Draco problem-solve in a situation when he isn't in danger too much since his mission to kill Dumbledore came with the threat of death and torture looming over his head. But if we look at the sort of things he does to achieve his goals at school - bother Harry, for the most part, he has a clear pattern.

When Draco gets information/a situation he can use, and he uses it immediately. There is no waiting for opportune moments, no thinking ahead. It's all about immediate gratification.

We see it in how he sets up the fake duel, in how he bothers Harry over every Prophet article immediately after it's published. He isn't strategizing and coming up with good plans, he goes for the first thing he can, immediately.

He is bold, straightforward, impulsive, and employs zero cunning when problem-solving in a limited time (immediately). So he gets a Gryffindor point.

The dementor disguises at the Quidditch game in 3rd year, and the Potter Stinks badges, show the other method Draco has for problem-solving when he has more time — work his ass off.

It's kind of surprising that for all that he's spoilt, Draco is not lazy, on the contrary. I think he put a lot of effort into the Potter Stinks badges. He actually bought and charmed all of these badges just to annoy Harry. That's some hardworking dedication right there.

Basically, he's a Hufflepuff in the problem-solving when he has the time to work. He works hard and is surprisingly fair since he actually puts in all the effort. He works hard, not smart.

2. Problem-solving under threat of death - when the situation gets really dangerous, how do they deal with it?

When he is put under threat of death and torture, he tries to be Slytherin about his solutions. Sneaking around and slipping Dumbledore a poison is a Slytherin move. Buying a solution to your problem if you can, would be a Slytherin move.

If he could pull it off.

Draco's problem was that he wasn't clever or cunning enough to pull it off. He knew poison could kill a person, but he isn't a strategist. So he didn't come up with a good enough plan on how to get the poison to Dumbledore and it all fell apart. Same with the necklace.

His plans were so crap they harmed other people and he was lucky Dumbledore really wanted to keep him in the school.

The plan that finally did work for him, is the one Hufflepuff plan he had. He spent long hours working his ass off to fix the vanishing cabinet so someone else could help him. Getting help could fit all the houses (except Gryffindor) depending on the context, but the fact Draco didn't even foresee the Death Eaters attacking students and thought they'd only go after Dumbledore shows a lack of cunning on his part. His ability to work hard on something that seems futile is a Hufflepuff moment, and he makes it work.

He also lacks that Slytherin ruthlessness that even Harry possesses. Draco doesn't have what it takes to kill Dumbledore. And even when he's trying to save Harry, he can barely hold his lie together:

“Well, Draco?” said Lucius Malfoy. He sounded avid. “Is it? Is it Harry Potter?” “I can’t — I can’t be sure,” said Draco. He was keeping his distance from Greyback, and seemed as scared of looking at Harry as Harry was of looking at him.

(DH)

(He was also a bad liar when it came to lying about his arm being broken, this is consistent with his character and relevant to all his problem solving)

For the moment when he saves Hary's life (problem-solving under threat with a time crunch), I'll give him another Gryffindor point since it's bold and impulsive for sure.

3. What they aspire for - what do they want to accomplish for themselves. Be it an ambition towards a job or something they want to just be better at.

Draco doesn't have a solid ambition, as in, he doesn't have something specific he wishes to accomplish. I think he wants to be praised and be thought well of. He wants to make his parents proud and be admired by people in general — basically, Draco wants glory and recognition. Which could go either toward Slytherin or Gryffindor, so we'll give him a Slytherin point for ambition toward glory.

“Very good,” murmured Dumbledore. “So the Death Eaters were able to pass from Borgin and Burkes into the school to help you. ... A clever plan, a very clever plan ... and, as you say, right under my nose.” “Yeah,” said Malfoy, who bizarrely seemed to draw courage and comfort from Dumbledore’s praise.

(HBP)

He really doesn't really care where the praise comes from.

Though, I'd hardly call Draco Ambitious becouse these aforementioned goals, aren't really at the forefront of his mind when it comes to his choices and actions.

4. Motivations - why do they do the things they do? What gets them up in the morning?

As I mentioned above, I won't call Draco ambitious, because his ambitions rarely are what motivates him. Yes, he wants to be praised and admired by, well, everyone who's willing to say something nice, really, but it's not that he goes out of his way to pursue it. I mean, he peacocks around and brags about the stuff he has, but we don't really see him doing anything for the purpose of getting praise. Even in Potions, we don't see him raising his hand to get Snape's praise and attention like Hermione does. Draco's grades are probably good, but he doesn't go out of his way to be the teacher's favorite the way Hermione or Tom Riddle did. Sure, he loves the position of power of being a prefect, but he didn't exactly pursue it. He lost house points and got detentions, it's not that he has a perfect record.

Draco is mostly motivated by immediate satisfaction throughout the books (this changes post-DH, probably). And this makes sense. He is a rich brat, born to parents who probably gave him everything he always wanted. Hell, Lucius bought the whole Slytherin Quidditch team brooms for Draco. So it makes sense Draco acts for his immediate wants and what brings him joy/satisfaction in the moment.

Now, I'm actually not sure what house I would correspond with this behavior pattern, can go either Gryffindor or Slytherin, really. So, I'll add both points.

5. Defining trait - if you need to choose one trait to define them, what would it be?

This is a hard one. I don't feel like an expert on Draco's character, but I think I'd go with Hesitent.

Draco is cautious and weary. His self-preservation (especially in the early books) is his most Slytherin quality. But his hesitance goes beyond that.

He hesitates before killing Dumbledore, so Snape does the deed instead. He hesitates when fighting Harry in the bathroom because I don't believe Harry can say "Sectumsempra" faster than Draco can say "Crucio" unless Draco is pronouncing the spell as slowly as he can. he spends the entirety of Deathly Hallows in a state of indecisiveness. Not wanting to kill Harry, but then going with Crabbe and Goyle to capture him. He brags about being a Death Eater in HBP, but he spends the year crying in the bathroom. He speaks big game about violence, but probably went to throw up after being forced to torture Rowle.

I 100% believe that if Draco finished casting that Crucio on Harry, the spell wouldn't have hurt Harry at all because Draco didn't really mean it.

This hesitance actually is a Slytherin quality though. This desire to know what to do to get the best outcome so you're worried about making a move. That's Slytherin, so he gets the point.

6. Valued trait - if they had to pick their favorite trait about themselves, what would they pick?

I think, if Draco were to pick his best trait about himself, he'd probably say how clever he is, even though he's more book-smart and hardworking than cunning and clever in the Slytherin way. I think Draco is very wrong about his perception of himself throughout the books, and that at some point, post-DH, he'd figure himself out (he starts throughout DH).

But I will give this point to Slytherin since he really does value Slytherin cunning, even if he doesn't really possess it.

7. Values - what traits do they completely despise in others? What traits do they appreciate in others?

I think this one is another point to Hufflepuff, honestly.

There aren't many traits Draco really despises, I think, and if you ask him, he'd say something like: "oh, all these idiots who risk themselves for others, I mean, how stupid can you be,"

But we see him doing just that. Risking his own life for Harry and his parents. So, no, I think what Draco actually dislikes in people is shockingly the lack of empathy.

Draco is a very emotional and empathetic character. He hates causing pain or witnessing pain. He is surprisingly empathetic and is constantly stopping himself from being as empathetic as he actually is. He even warns Hermione in the World Cup in GoF (albeit in a mean and roundabout way, but still. If he really wanted her hurt, he wouldn't have told them to hurry along):

“Language, Weasley,” said Malfoy, his pale eyes glittering. “Hadn’t you better be hurrying along, now? You wouldn’t like her spotted, would you?” He nodded at Hermione, and at the same moment, a blast like a bomb sounded from the campsite, and a flash of green light momentarily lit the trees around them. “What’s that supposed to mean?” said Hermione defiantly. “Granger, they’re after Muggles,” said Malfoy. “D’you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around . . . they’re moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh.”

(GoF)

So, I think sadists who lack empathy like, say, Bellatrix, are the kind of people Draco actually dislikes the most.

8. And finally, which house do they want?

As I said in my previous house sorting post, the "what they want question" matters more about why they want a certain house and less about what house. Say, if they wanted Hufflepuff so they would appear more trustworthy, I'd send them to Slytherin.

Now, Draco wants to be a Slytherin so bad. He wants his parents to be proud so bad. Since, this desire is one born of an ambition, a goal he wants to pursue, and said goal is praise and glory, this point goes to Slytherin.

Tallying up the points:

G - 3, S - 5, H - 3, R - 0

When we tally it all up, he would clearly go to Slytherin, I can see why the hat placed him there. His sorting isn't a mistake, it is where he should go. And yet, he isn't particularly cunning, ambitious, ruthless, or resourceful. He is a Slytherin who isn't really a shining example of any of Slytherin house's traits.

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