#orbiting.🐙

[rinnstars]

gangy gang gang i miss you how are you 😋😋

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cantlieg schools been beating my ass 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 stillrinmaxxing thoipromise 🙏🏻

[altgirl2703]

"My heart a satellite orbiting wherever you are", you do not say that to a friend bro, just admit it Pearlina is cannon with a capital C. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk. 🌈🦑🩷🐙

[pokoinsides]

Just a quick headcanon,which has been formed in my head,and also a quick sketch underneath :P

(🧸🖍️,🍭🫀,👔🐙)

(‼️TW: Sally's eye got...pushed out of the orbit,if we're talking directly...‼️)

For LJ the worst punishment is babysitting Sally,because it's extremely hard to keep her on the same place for more than a few minutes.

Yes, it's easy to distract the girl with anything,but nearly impossible to do it for a long period of time.

When Slenderman looks after Sally,he never complains about her behaviour,just because his existence and presence keeps the child entertained and out from his way.

That's all - now I'm going to sleep, because it's another night post (I'm writing all of this at 12 p.m).

[backforsecondszine]

WOE! SIDE ORDER BRAINROT BE UPON YE 🐙🐙🐙 The movement and bright colors in Orbit’s art are absolutely mesmerizing!

[thegnomelord]

Forever greatful for shark threatening you 🙏 sorry buddy but I think angst like that will send me into orbit (and not in a good way)

Thank you for your work, sea brother

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Y'all know you're just holding off the inevitable? I am 100% gonna make a character you'll fall in love with and then make Hound kill then

:)

[emsprovisions]

💕 💤 (for Carlos) 🐙 (For Marjan!)

Lone Star ask game

💕Who’s the next to get married?

Honestly I'm not sure! Likely either Tommy and Trevor or Marjan and Joe make the most sense though!

💤 Shiftless! What’s Carlos’s favorite thing to do on his day off?

Carlos absolutely uses his days off to clean the house, do laundry, meal prep, and work out. But I think, if TK's not around, his actual favorite thing to do is sit on the couch and read. He likes how serene the loft feels when it's clean and quiet, and there aren't any chores left to nag at his brain. We've seen him reading on number of occasions, whether it was a magazine or articles for TK's benefit. I think Carlos just likes to read anything he can and learn.

If TK is home too though, Carlos's favorite thing is just to be domestic in his man's orbit. He hates sleeping in, but TK has made him learn how to love spending long, lazy hours wrapped up in him in bed on a Sunday morning, or cuddling on the couch, binging a show while rain pelts the large and lofty warehouse windows outside.

🐙 Popular headcanon for Marjan that you don’t subscribe to

I love Marjan! I'm having trouble finding an answer for this one because there aren't really headcanons I'm strongly for or against? I tend to like canon compliance in most cases, so I guess the main one I don't subscribe to is Marj being a lesbian. I think she and Joe are really cute and I'd love to see more of them! But I also very much support marj/nancy shippers.

Thanks for the ask Lana! <3

[bunnys-lab]

tentacles for the kink rate thing?? 🐙

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

theyre okaaaay…i don’t particularly like or dislike them, you feel me? if someone i was interested in wanted to talk abt them i could probably get myself invested in them but as it stands theyre not rly smthn in my orbit atm

[neve-gallus-girl-detective]

emily who's only ever been with women realizing "hey, wait a minute, will isn't actually so bad" and falling for him

emily and will competing for jj's love and she assures them that she loves them both the same ;))

willifer who aren't entirely sure when emily ended up going from friend to something more, but they're certainly not complaining and wouldn't change a thing about it (none of them can ever agree on when any of their anniversaries are so they just celebrate whenever)

henry and michael who grow up with three parents and it's not weird at all and emily finally gets to be a mom

jarontiss!!

-🐙 (haha sorry yes i meant to send this on anon before lmao)

I'm so obsessed with this throuple actually! I think about it all the time.

Emily struggling with being a lesbian and having growing feelings for Will.

JJ having to accept that Emily and Will are going to spend time without her, but that doesn't mean they're planning to leave her or cut her out

Will just... dealing with two headstrong and intense women lmaoo

Emily and JJ learning to trust that Will is there for them emotionally and will support them, but also having to learn that he isn't their therapist and he needs love and support, too.

Emily being JJ's best friend and Will being the one to realize it's more than friendship and he encourages their relationship

Emily not wanting to come between Will and JJ, but also so desperate to be in their orbit and spend time with them and care for them

JJ talking to Emily about work and Will about life and then realizing that she's keeping a part of herself from both of them.

Emily and Will fawning over pregnant JJ and being doting fathers and Emily isn't sure how much the boys are hers and JJ and Will being sure to convince her that she's 100% a parent, too

I LOVE THEM

[my-raging-whoremoans]

OMG! 😂 Have y'all heard about the LEGEND that is YooJung?! 🏆 This guy's got more talent than an octopus 🐙 with a paintbrush! 🖌️ I mean, he sings 🎤 AND dances 🕺 like he's got happy feet! 🦶 mind blown 💥😵‍💫

Sometimes, when I'm feeling blue, I remember that YooJung loves Harry Potter ⚡️😍 He probably dreams of casting spells with a magic wand ✨🪄 Just imagine him turning a 🐀 into a teacup ☕️: If that's not pure joy, I dunno what is! 🥳

Watching YooJung apply lip balm 💄from a socially acceptable distance, 'cause I'm his biggest fan (but not in a creepy way! 😇🔍). is like witnessing the Mona Lisa being painted, but like a gazillion times better! 🎨🤩 Can we agree that he's literally the Picasso of lip balm? 👨‍🎨💋

You know what? Enough chit-chat! Let me profess my undying love 😘 to THE YooJung! Your stage presence is like magnets attracting my eyeballs 👀 I literally can't look away! 😵‍💫 Will naming my firstborn YooJung be too much? 🍼 Psh, I don't think so! 😏

And speaking of genius, have you SEEN YooJung's "Begin" solo debut back on June 27, 2022? 🌌 It was such a cosmic event that the aliens 👽 themselves probably felt the vibes! 🤯🚀

Moral of the story: YooJung is basically the ultimate life force in my galaxy 🌠 and, I’d bet, yours too! 💕 So to all my fellow YooJung devotees, let's join forces in a cosmic 🌌 celebración 🎉 and raise a toast 🥂 to the most hilarious, charismatic icon of our generation!

And remember, astronauts! 🚀 Together, we FLY with YooJung into the future – laughing our way through the universe 🌌, he's our one-way ticket to planet Happiness! 😂☄️💫 Etch his name onto the moon for all I care! 🌝 YooJung, you ROCK! 🎸

So buckle up, fellow fans! 🚀 In YooJung, we trust! 🙌💯 May his hilarity keep orbiting around our lives like a never-ending space carnival! 🌌🎠😂

[bunches-of-bees]

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Unknown Fronter - ❔

Dee - 🕰

Janus - 🐍

Remus - 🐙

Virgil // Vee // Oppy // Orbit - 🕸

Roman - ⚔

Logan - 📚

Patton -  🐕

Sly // Sly Blue // Desire - 🗝

Noiz - 🐇

Ash // Ayden -💙

Angel Dust -💕

Loona - 🐺

Queen Bee // Queen Beelzebub - 🍯

Alastor - 🦌

Anxiety - 🕷

Nico - 🪦

Will - ☀️

Percy - 🌊

Annabeth - 🦉

Julian // Ilya - 🩸

Asra - 🔮 

Nadia - 🐐 MC - 🪄

Emile - 🐏

Helio // Elixir // The Dragon Witch - 💜

Doll // Dolly - ☁

Eepie - 🪱

Peter Parker // Spiderman -🖌

Wade Wilson // Deadpool - 🗡

Venom - ��

Eddie - 🍡

Bucky - ✨

Cap - ★

Fizz - 🎉

Blitzo - ❤

Ozzie - 💝

Scar - 🎩

Grian - 🦜

Mumbo - 🎲

Crowley - 🐝

Aziraphale - 🪻

Lance - 🫐

Keith - 🍓

Shiro - 🐧

Pidge - 🍃

Hunk - 🍋

Hobie - 🎸

Shockwave - 🎻

Harley Quinn // Harley - ♦️

Selina // Catwoman - 🐈‍⬛

Pamela // Poison Ivy - 🌱

Talia al Ghul -  🌙

Diana // Wonder Woman - 🦎

Bruce // Batman - 🦇

Damian // Robin - 🪺

Jason // Red Hood - 🪹

Dick // Grayson // Nightwing - 🌃

Thorn - 🥀

Rose - 🌹

Hazel - 🌵

Aribis - 🦆

Hermes - 🌼

Ace - 🐺

Reem - 💚 

Vi - ⚡

Jan - 💛

Outburst - 💥

Grell - 🎀

Alois - 🦋

Ciel - 🔷

Claude - 🟨

Sokka - 🪃

Zuko - 🔥

Ambrosia - 🩷

Qibli - ⏳

Winter - 🧊

Kinkajou - 🥭

Turtle - 🐢

Moonwatcher - 🌒

Peril - ♨

Cricket - 🦗

Blue - 🩵

Sundew - 🍃

Willow - 🌾

Glory - 🌈

Aither - 🧛

Sirius - 🐦‍⬛

Remus // Lupin - 📑

Oliver - 💐

Miguel - 🐻

[rinnstars]

on the topic of buying anime merch (muehehe specificallt rin 😋😋) i feel like taobao alibaba and aliexpress are genuinely the same thing after scrolling through all three HELP LIKE I KNOW ONE OF THEM OWNS THE TWO OR SOMETHING BUT I GENUINELY THOUGHT THEY WERE THREE DIFFERENT THINGS

i also need to go on the hunt for an actual supplier for the rin look up i showed my momi and she like supports my horrendous financial decisions so shes like oh buy it but the one on aliexpress goes for like?? 64 dollars?? AND 14 DOLLAR SHIPPING?? LIKE OK LISTEN I WANT A RIN LOOK UP BUT 14 DOLLAR SHIPPING IS LOWKEY CRAYZEE TO ME BC I WANT FREE SHIPPING 👿👿 and its also preorders and i dont trust preorders bc what if im getting scammed and i get a funky rin lookup but for the price i mean im sure its genuine + the seller is also like 4.8 stars HELPME also problem i want both the rin and sae figure Dot Dot Dot so thags like 140 + the shipping fee like .. 💔

i also think ive told this story before about my itadori look up and how i bought it bc they lowered the price and it was LIKE IT DIDNT EVEN HAVE PACKAGING INSIDE THE BOX IT WAS JSUT THE FIGURE AND THERE WERE SM SCRATCHES AND MARKS I HAD TO SCRUB THEM OFF WITH WIPES 👿👿 sigh maybe we just wait until theres actually reviews on the thing BUT THATS IN LIEK A MONTH UGH do i just get the figures on my bday or make my friends get it for me atp i dont wanna spend sm 💔

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ISAWRHSIAAK N FORGOT TO ANSWER .. FORGIVE ME…. NN HELP YEA THEY R PRETTY SIMILR ALTHO I OMLY USED TAOBAO.. AND ABT PREORDER IS IT STILL.. MAYBE FOR 2ND BATCH COS THE RIN LOOK UP R NOW IN STORE ALR?:!:!!: AND YEA I GET ITTITITU SUPER SCARY BUT I JUST MANIFEST TBH.. BUT IF URE RLLY SCARED RIGHTT U CAN BUYFROM OFFICIAL BUT IDK WHEN THEY RERELEASING IT N NO UDIDNT SAY… maybe maybe shld be more careful.. thats crazy.. no protection… IDKDKKDK WHEN IT RERELEASES ONLINE THATS THE THING TOO.,; ALL THE BEST FOR RIN LOOK UP WE WILL DO THIS TOGETHEHRHR ps. im getting rin from taobao when it comes in dec ill lyk n share shop link Maybef

[mediocre-daydreams]

HI 🫶🏻🫶🏻 it’s the mind reader anon !! can i please request for “I’m not as good as you think I am.” X “Maybe, but you’re everything to me.” OR “nobody needs me,” x “i need you.” with bucky barnes?

YEAH SURE USING AN EMOJI DIDNT COME TO MIND BUT im gonna use this from now on 🐙

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I HAD 3 CUPS OF STRAIGHT BLACK COFFEE AND WROTE THE WEIRDEST THING I'VE EVER... EVERED. HERE IT IS!! I'M SO SCARED OF MY OWN BRAIN RIGHT NOW!! I LOVE YOU!!

the eggs benedict to your mass production

college! himbo!bucky x tutor! cynical!reader (and both of them are stupid) notes: absolute crack, it's all just infatuated bucky going from himbo to educated, emotionally mature feminist king like every other word, mutual pining, swearing, a shit ton of dialogue but it's good fucking dialogue, dramatic bucky, you're stupid, he's kind of stupid but like no, just read it and find out i swear it's worth it

w/c: 2k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. “you’re really good at this, you know,” bucky whispered, his peppermint breath caressing your face. he was tucked into your side, one elbow on the table, one arm around your chair—sure, maybe it was a bit too close to be professional, but neither of you was complaining.

“thanks,” you murmured, not bothering to glance up and meet his eye, partially because you were concentrated on the work in front of you, and partially because you knew you’d get flustered and expose your big, fat crush on the boy who’d, for some reason, was taken by you.

well, not “taken,” exactly. he wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, though both of you wished that could be true; both of you also did not realize your feelings were reciprocated. in more specific terms, he was taken, as in ‘awed by,’ your determination.

whether that be your raised hand, steady and confident in class, or the quick wit that you weren’t afraid to weaponize against anybody who dared challenge you, or even the determination you’d initially had to avoid him.

bucky knew he wasn’t exactly in your league, so to speak. your social circles might as well be different planets, but he figured you were an actual planet and he was your moon, circling around you, forever and ever trapped in your gravitational orbit. (at least, that’s the comparison he would make if he was passing physics.)

and that’s how you’d met him. you had lingered after class was dismissed to finish writing down the last of your notes, while bucky had hung back because the teacher needed to talk to him about his grades. to bucky’s delight, the refreshingly disinterested girl who would’ve never given him a second glance without necessity was the tutor that your teacher had recommended.

call him a masochist, but he loved that you treated him with just as much disdain as you treated the rest of his friends. it was… an unpopular opinion. att least, his friends—consisting of three-quarters of alpha delta theta and a little less than half the school’s men’s lacrosse team—certainly thought so.

bucky shifted in his seat, sending another wave of his cologne your way. you tried not to show how much he was affecting you, but you broke immediately when the arm he’d been resting on the back of your chair had finally snaked itself over until his fingers had settled on your shoulders. he began massaging small, slow circles into your skin, and you thought you might melt and mold yourself into the chair.

“okay, i- i think this is pretty good.” you scooted your chair away from him just an inch with reluctance; he smelled wonderful and had a warm presence and was so, so lovely… however, you were here to help him with physics, not get seduced. (though you’d obviously prefer the latter.)

a momentary flash of disappointment—or was that hurt?—crossed his face before it settled into its usual expression; in other words, he was gorgeous and he knew it.

“it’s not pretty good,” bucky took the paper from your hands with his eyebrows pinched in concentration. your stomach sank. “it’s amazing, doll. how are you- fuck, why do are you so beautiful and so, so smart? you’re killing me, here.”

you begged to differ. you were the one on the verge of combustion.

you pursed your lips to hide the embarrassingly exposing beam that threatened to escape and reveal your hopeless affinity for a man who was obviously out of your league. you wanted to hate bucky, you really, really did, but it made sense why he was able to pull whichever strings he wanted to. he was charismatic, confident, and had a way of leaving people in a dreamy, delirious daze that made them vulnerable to whatever kind of intention bucky had. he’d passed numerous classes that he had decidedly failed, slept with too many people to count—his pool was endless; male and female both—and had somehow managed to talk himself out of a suspension after he’d managed to break a window. 

so was it wrong to be wary of his advances? as far as you knew, he was still “talking” to your roommate’s ex-boyfriend’s lab partner (though it seemed as if not many words were being exchanged in their ‘conversations’) and supposedly was hooking up with the quarterback. 

but those could be rumors, your inner naive schoolgirl with a crush said. rumors have an element of truth to them, your rational side said. you interact with less than half the number of people he’s friends with, your cynical side said, and he’s only talking to you so he can go back to his theta kappa beta alpha friends and make fun of you. 

“bucky, i appreciate the… compliments, i really do. and i mean this with, uh, kindness, but don’t you think it’s a little… immature? manipulative? i don’t know, i just-”

this time, the crestfallen look on bucky’s face lingered, and it was most definitely one of hurt. “manipulative? sweetheart, i’d never manipulate you into anything, oh god no! i don’t und-”

“well, you’re always making fun of me so you can get some reaction out of me, and i don’t understand the appeal of trying to- to fluster somebody for entertainment, and maybe it makes this whole ‘tutoring session’ more interesting for you, but damn it, that’s not fair to me!” you snapped, eyes narrowed with malice.

you expected bucky to reciprocate. to hiss at you, or deny it, or make some vaguely misogynistic comment, but he just sat there, like a kicked puppy that had also been caught in the rain. he licked his lips enticingly and his eyes flickered down to… your lips? was that it? 

the gall of him, to continue to mock you even after you’d confronted him.

bucky laughed bitterly, shaking his head. his knee was bouncing and it was giving you secondhand anxiety. “i can’t- ha, i can’t believe you’d think that’s what- have i not been obvious enough? i don’t understand why- why you don’t understand. i like you, a lot, actually. i have since the first week of physics when you told the professor he was wrong and then pulled out evidence. 

“why would you think that i’m…” he looked at you incredulously, “making fun of you? if anything, you’re the one who’s teasing me! i’ve been trying to, well, yeah, i’ve been trying to get a reaction out of you so i can see if you feel the same way!

“and you always seem to do this little routine, where i’ll try and ask you out or- or tell you that you look pretty, or ask you questions about yourself and you do this fucking scrunch,” he pointed to his face, “on your nose, and it kills me. and it kills me that you always scoff at me like i’m nothing but you’re like… the whole world, or something. you’re like, the bonnie to my clyde.”

you bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling, not wanting to spoil his rant. “bonnie and clyde were serial killers,” you whispered amusedly. bucky looked at you, took a mental note, and continued without correcting himself.

“you’re the… apple to my eye. the chicken to my egg. and the… alpha theta to my kappa beta. and i think you’re incredible, i really do, but you won’t even give me the time of day. so yeah, i don’t understand why you think i’m the one manipulating you.

“there’s obviously a social power dynamic here,” bucky added, waving his hands around like that would help make his point clearer. “you’re cool and smart and people love you, and i’m like, a piece of shit, kinda. so i guess it makes sense why you don’t like me.

 but that’s beside the point. you have the dominant position in this relationship because you’re the one tutoring me; therefore, my performance relies on your decisions. you wield the power of controlling my gpa or whatnot. and did i mention that you’re smart and pretty? so basically, you’re just better than me which means in society, aka the individual social bubble that is every academic institution, you have more, um, influence than i do. you’re like, the prefect, and i’m the dude you report for breaking curfew. or you’re like, the ta, and i’m the guy whose essay you rip apart.

‘cause you’re like, shit, you’re so wow. and i’m so, wow,” he said the second bit with exaggerated sarcasm and a dramatic eye roll. “and i learned about all this in women’s studies, so if you think i’m pulling this out of my ass, go talk to bell hooks and simone de beauvoir, alright? i’m not, like, trying to manipulate you into a date or anything—not that i’d complain about getting a date, or like, just a shot, and i mean shot as in chance, not as in alcohol—i just really like you. like, like-like you.”

bucky took a deep, shuddering breath after his profession of infatuation. you gaped, probably comparable to a fish, at the frat-adjacent, notorious fuckboy, and delectable specimen of a man in front of you who also took women’s studies and also seemed to genuinely want to take you out on a date—though you weren’t particularly sure about the second one since his explanation was very long and not very easy to follow—that you’d severely misjudged.

“i-” you sputtered, for once, out of wit. “that’s so… nice.” you fiddled with the paper that the two of you had been working on. you could hear the sound of bucky’s heart shattering from where you sat. 

you hung your head in your hands, bewildered. “okay, you said you didn’t understand what i said but now i’m not understanding what you said because you’re saying i’m all… admired and intellectual and alluring and, powerful, even, but i- i’m not. bucky, i’m literally sitting in the library tutoring you on a subject i suck at because i have no other weekend plans and because i’ve been bullshitting my way through this class and the professor just so happened to eat it up.

“i don’t know what i’m doing either, bucky. i’m not- i’m not as good as you think i am. i’m… if we’re going back to that stupid chicken-egg analogy, you’re like a crowing morning rooster and i’m an egg produced by a capitalist’s hellish factory farm that’s dropped on the ground and will probably grow mold before someone cleans it up.” you paused. “oh wow, that was a way worse metaphor than yours, wasn’t it?”

bucky shook his head, a brilliant, dopey smile slowly growing on his face. “no. no, that was… so beautiful. you’re so smart,” he insisted, and it seemed like he genuinely believed it. “you think you’re some- some rotten egg, but to me, you’re an eggs benedict that’s been approved by gordon ramsey. you keep saying all these self-deprecating things and y’know, my therapist says that’s really bad for your subconscious perception of yourself and your value, and i know i just said that you’re smart but you’re actually being so stupid right now. because i think you’re really awesome. so…”

bucky swung his legs under his seat, which was really awkward because his legs were already so long that his knees were brushing the top of the table, so it looked more like he was trying to kick the table apart.

“can i kiss you?” bucky breathed, eyes scanning your face with pure adoration.

“absolutely not,” you grimaced, planting your hand on his face and pushing it away. “don’t push it. but… how does dinner at 7 tonight sound? not the cafeteria shit, i’ll take you somewhere nice. and don’t get it twisted, i’m asking you out, okay?” 

bucky nodded eagerly, going from kicked, wet puppy to newly-adopted, instagram account worthy puppy. “i- wow, thank you! wow. i’m so- yes, i will be there. should i get flowers or are you going to do the flowers thing? because i really like you a lot and i don’t want to mess this up and-”

“i’ll do the flowers. and the picking you up. and if you’re a good boy, maybe you’ll get a kiss at the end of the night. does that sound okay?”

it sounded more than okay to bucky.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[so-idialed-9]

An analysis of Harry's revealing BHG article released today:

Firstly, it's far more revealing than we're used to. The fact he went to Better Homes and Gardens when it's usually Rolling Stone and all about on the musical inspiration, the album process, industry details - is significant. Choosing BHG - not usually his target demographic - tells his story to a much larger slice of the public. Gets the narrative to focus on him as a person, not just an artist. Smart!

Information on what had been in his 1D contract - a topic that had been highly secretive under threat of lawsuit until now. Others signed with Syco or MM, like Jedward, have disclosed that they were prohibited from revealing contract details and discussing them.

So we can assume that at least some ties of the 1D contract are over for Harry, allowing him to now discuss it without legal repercussions.

Also, here is yet another piece of evidence that young Harry as a sex-crazed lothario sleeping with hundreds of women was a narrative entirely manufactured by 1D management. Bwcause being one in reality would have violated any "cleanliness clause" in his contract (what a repugnant and rage-inducing phrase).

Harry signed a contract with Columbia before he discovered they didn't have this clause. He was shocked there wasn't.

He was CONDITIONED to be always afraid in his career no matter where he went or who he signed with. Even after seeking a new label and management - he assumed he would still be mistreated and abused. The FREEDOM cry rings even more true knowing this.

Harry's fear was specifically not around drugs use, or cussing, or drinking - his fear was around not only being known to have sex at all, but who he was having sex with - and how it would mess up public perception of him.

Publicly he was said to be having sex with a lot of women. So the part of "who he was having it with" cannot be a woman. Because having sex with women was already "approved" - even pushed - by management.

The article writes:

"Harry spoke on why he doesn't like putting labels on his sexuality while discussing it in public: I’ve been really open with it with my friends, but that’s my personal experience; it’s mine," he said, while referring to the concept of labeling one's sexuality as "outdated."

So PRIVATELY Harry is open about his labels, while still considering it outdated to label. PUBLICLY he doesn't discuss his labels. That is different than having no label. It's saying he has labels, but we're not entitled to them.

As a queer person, this definitely is queer coded language. Especially when combined with the terror he describes that people would know who he ACTUALLY was having sex with, which was different than they knew him to be doing (women).

Harry says in the article he was single at 26, which would have been 2020-2021, during COVID. Yet his supposed relationship with 🐙 began in 2020, with a public event together Jan 2021.

So just wondering how he said he was afraid of revealing who he was having sex with while also publicly dating someone and being papped on a yacht uncomfortably making out. I think we can infer from this again, he wasn't actually afraid of being seen as dating that person, but...someone else. Which means there is/was someone that he dated privately, and not a woman, as that would have just been the public relationship if so.

I have never been of the opinion that H and L had a perfectly smooth relationship. Have you heard their lyrics about alienation and miscommunication and loving someone and it's not enough? I do think they had times of distance, strife, and separation. I think they did break up or have breaks in their relationship - even if it was temporary - H even told us Two Ghosts is about "the first time he broke up with me" - but that they continued to orbit each other or be the person that no one else compared to and come back to each other better.

But bluegreening and Sunflower and all the Larry stuff from 2021 - 22 leads me to hope they were connected or connecting at least.

I'm seeing a lot of Twitter people saying how they would never want a 1D reunion because of the lack of freedom H felt.

Any collaboration or reunion would not be governed by the same contracts, as the circumstances are completely different. So that's a weird conclusion.

Exclusive: Harry Styles Reveals the Meaning Behind His New Album, 'Harry's House'

On his new album, Harry Styles explores themes of belonging, peace, and discovering domestic bliss wherever you can find it.

By Lou Stoppard April 26, 2022

Looking back, it was undoubtedly risky suggesting to meet Harry Styles, the global music megastar, the apple of so many millions of eyes, at a public open-air swimming pool in London on an unusually sunny March morning—right when people were bouncing around the city with a vaguely manic, newly liberated energy, catalyzed by the total lift on COVID restrictions. But swimmers, particularly all-weather swimmers (the lido I chose is unheated and open year-round), take the meditative pleasure of swimming seriously, as Styles himself, who swims outdoors daily, knows well. "I feel like people who have discovered cold water swimming are just so happy for you that you've also found it," Styles said. In other words, no one is hassling you for water-side photos. Indeed, around us, most swimmers were doing an admirable job of feigning indifference to the fact that an instantly recognizable pinup (the hair, the face, the tattoos) was stripped off, poolside.

Styles has spent the last few years on a quest to enjoy things for what they are, to "be in the moment," as he put it. Swimming is good for this; it's hard to think about anything else when you are struggling to keep breathing. Just before the pandemic, in December 2019, Styles released his second solo album, Fine Line, to acclaim. The corresponding live shows, Love On Tour, were due to start in April 2020. But by then, the pandemic was raging; disaster declarations had been made across the U.S., and Europe was on lockdown. Styles had envisaged himself busy, playing packed shows each night, the music bellowing from his lungs, his pearls and sequins glittering in the light. Instead, nothing. "Suddenly, the screaming stopped," he said. Everything was canceled, an end to the relentless merry-go-round of attention Styles has been on since 2010—then a smiling 16-year-old in a skinny scarf that would hint at the kind of fey hip-wiggling rocker he would go on to become a decade later—when he appeared on the British talent show The X Factor and was set on a conveyer belt to stardom.

Now Styles was stuck in L.A. for months with nothing to do. "It was the first time I'd stopped since I left my mum's," he said. For a while, at the beginning of lockdown, productivity drilled into him, Styles felt like he should work, create. The ethos with One Direction (the boy band he was packaged into on The X Factor) was always more, next, bigger, better. It was "all about how do you keep it going and how do you get it to grow," he said. "There were so many years where, for me, especially in the band and the first few years coming out of it, I'd just been terrified of it ending, because I didn't necessarily know who I was if I didn't do music."

Styles came to see that COVID was out of his control, that he just had to ride it out. He bubbled with a group of friends and for about six weeks did "practically nothing." Didn't write any music. Didn't record. He was suddenly just another young guy in a house-share trying not to bug his roommates. Styles came to realize that his past schedule had facilitated avoidance. "Whether it was with friends or people I was dating, I was always gone before it got to the point of having to have any difficult conversations," he said. So he used lockdown to commit to being a better friend, son, brother. He pushed himself to confront things he hadn't brought up, had many long, honest chats. And like most people who found themselves suddenly very, very inside, he thought a lot about the idea of home—about belonging, peace, sanctuary. "I realized that that home feeling isn't something that you get from a house; it's more of an internal thing. You realize that when you stop for a minute," he said.

A few months later when he started recording in L.A., and later in Oxfordshire and London, he thought about what he was doing not as the creation of a new record but as an extension of that time kicking back with friends (he has a close-knit circle and was living with some of the same people he writes and plays with). "I've always made my worst, most generic work when I'm just desperate to get a single," he explained. So he tried to see what he was doing as open, speculative. That is, he has realized, his great skill as a musician; he's not naturally gifted at guitar or piano, not the most confident singer, can't read music, but he excels when it comes to bringing people together. He is at his best, he said, when he pulls away from what is formal or expected and does something playful, collaborative, instinctive, fun. While Fine Line is full of references to Styles' musical heroes (Joni Mitchell, David Bowie, Van Morrison), this time, when he started recording, he deliberately didn't listen to anything—except classical, music that cleansed him of sonic references—so he could start again with "a blank canvas."

He knew he had to commit to the reset, to the sense of a fresh start that was happening across his life. He is aware that this all sounds a bit pretentious, a bit airy-fairy, but then, who didn't get caught up in a rush of pandemic life-improvement epiphanies?

"I think everyone went through a big moment of self-reflection, a lot of navel-gazing, and I don't know if there's anything more navel-gazing than making an album. It's so self-absorbed," he said.

Two years on, Styles and I are meeting because that album, titled Harry's House, is about to be announced to the world. The day before we meet, I listened to the album in a room at Sony's London headquarters under the watchful eye of a company executive. Only a handful of people knew then about its existence, and, overwhelmed by the pressure of secrecy, I briefly freaked out when I found myself audibly humming one of the songs on the train home. Harry's House is, as you can probably guess, about home. Not just home in the sense of a physical space—though there are plenty of references to kitchens and "sitting in the garden" and "maple syrup, coffee, pancakes for two"—but also to home "in terms of a headspace or mental well-being," as Styles put it. "It sounds like the biggest, and the most fun, but it's by far the most intimate," he said of the album.

At this point, Styles and I were sitting with a coffee on a patch of grass outside the pool, and I had begun to realize that I had kept him in the cold water way, way too long. He was visibly shaking. "Two lengths was too much," he agreed. I think we were both trying to show off—me, nonchalance to a popular heartthrob, and him, hardiness to another committed cold water swimmer. I became worried I had incapacitated him, something that would get me into great trouble, as a member of his team reminded me by text later, as he was due to perform at Coachella in a few weeks.

"If you killed me, it would make for a good story," Styles said, eager to see the sunny side. We set off in search of heat.

Almost anyone who meets Styles will tell you how polite, breezy he is. Few interviews go by without mentioning his charm. Indeed, it is hard not to describe his boyish enthusiasm in the same campy, knowing cheesiness that enlivens his songs ("strawberries on a summer evenin'" or the exquisitely saccharine, "If I was a bluebird, I would fly to you; you be the spoon, dip you in honey so I can be sticking to you," from "Daylight" on Harry's House). Styles is teddy bears on your teenage bed, perfect handwriting on thank you cards, picked flowers on Sunday morning, puppies running on fresh-cut grass, Grandma's favorite homemade cake. At points, he is almost daffily nice, too attentive, as if held in the throes of a decade-long bout of imposter syndrome (he confirmed that he does, sometimes, expect that someone will tap him on the shoulder and say, "The jig is up. You're done now"). Surely a mask, you are thinking. No one that fancied can be that sweet.

I asked Styles this myself: Is he actually pleasant, normal, sane? "My producer keeps asking me when I'm going to have my big breakdown," he said, laughing. "The most honest version I can think of is, I didn't grow up in poverty by any means, but we didn't have much money, and I had an expectation of what I could achieve in life. I feel like everything else has been a bonus, and I am so lucky."

That said, both Styles and his therapist have questioned why he cares quite so much about being likable. This is one of the things he thought about a lot in his big pandemic reflection. In part, it's a choice, he explained. He recalled moving to London after The X Factor and hearing tales of petulant celebrities screaming because someone got their coffee order wrong and deciding to never be that guy, to never give someone a petty reason to bad-mouth him. But more recently he's come to worry that the drive for approval came from a more complex place, a place of caution, fear, control. "In lockdown, I started processing a lot of stuff that happened when I was in the band," he said. He thought about the way he was encouraged to give so much of himself away, "to get people to engage with you, to like you." He thought about the fact that no baby photos exist of him that aren't on the internet (you give a bunch to an X Factor producer doing a piece on your backstory without much thought, and suddenly your childhood is online). He thought about the journalists asking questions, when he was still a teenager, about how many people he'd slept with and how, rather than telling them to go away, he would worry about how he could be coy without them leaving the room annoyed. "Why do I feel like I'm the one who has done something wrong?" he said to me, after we got up to shift spots in the park when a teenager started filming us for a prank video.

Styles said he often spent interviews terrified about saying the wrong thing until he stopped to question what abhorrent belief or bizarre opinion he was scared he'd accidentally reveal and realized he couldn't think of anything. He thought about how, when good things happened—say, a No. 1 album—he wouldn't feel happy, just relieved. And he thought about the cleanliness clauses in the contracts he used to sign, which would dictate that they would be null and void if he did anything supposedly unsavory, and about how terrified that used to make him. And about when he signed his solo contract and learned that the ability to make music would not be affected by personal transgressions, he burst into tears, a reaction he still seemed shocked by, retelling it to me now, years later. "I felt free," he explained.

Recently Styles began to work through issues related to intimacy, dating, love. "For a long time, it felt like the only thing that was mine was my sex life. I felt so ashamed about it, ashamed at the idea of people even knowing that I was having sex, let alone who with," he said.

The life of a boy band member is something of a Ken Doll existence—a smooth nothingness where sex should be. One must be flirtatious (swoon!) without ever being seen to have sex, let alone casual sex. One must project the intrigue of a bad boy without ever doing anything bad; you are an object, an image, onto which people project fantasies, not a person who actually does things, who gets messy. "At the time, there were still the kiss-and-tell things. Working out who I could trust was stressful," Styles said. "But I think I got to a place where I was like, why do I feel ashamed? I'm a 26-year-old man who's single; it's like, yes, I have sex."

Styles has come to fame at a complex time for the idolized. When he emerged, the UK was at the height of its tabloid culture, when celebrities were being hounded, exposed. That gave way to social media, where everyone expected to see everything, where anyone could publish snapshots, footage, gossip. "I think we're in a moment of reflection," Styles said. "You look back, especially now there's all the documentaries, like the Britney documentary, and you watch how people were abused in that way, by that system, especially women. You recall articles from not even five years ago, and you're like, I can't even believe that was written." He has been thinking a lot recently about autonomy, ownership, privacy. About what he should be able to keep to himself, what he should be able to simply communicate through his music without follow-up questions or prying. Around the time of Fine Line, he faced scrutiny around his sexuality. People became incredulous that he wore dresses, waved Pride flags, and yet hadn't clarified with precision, publicly to a journalist or on social media, the specifics of who he'd slept with, how he defined. This expectation is, to him, bizarre, "outdated." "I've been really open with it with my friends, but that's my personal experience; it's mine," he said. "The whole point of where we should be heading, which is toward accepting everybody and being more open, is that it doesn't matter, and it's about not having to label everything, not having to clarify what boxes you're checking."

But Styles does not want to appear ungrateful or defensive, or even angry. All of this contemplation, this honesty, is not to say that he didn't love it, hasn't loved it all—because he has, he reminded me several times, "absolutely loved it." Despite the acceptance that some things could, should, have been different, he still feels lucky every day, he said, lucky to make music, lucky to do what he loves.

By now, we were snug in a local café; all the other attendees appeared to be in their late seventies, and no one gave us a second glance. In about an hour from now, just after we've parted, Styles' album's existence will be announced to the world on Twitter. The cover, on which he stands alone in an upside-down room, will go on within mere hours to receive over a million likes. The first single on the album, "As It Was," begins with a clip of a voice note from one of his goddaughters asking him to say good night to her. It is, he said, about "metamorphosis." About when you look back on life, and on your past selves, and barely recognize them. About when you realize everything has transformed, irrevocably. About when you grow up, change, begin to move on.

"Finally, it doesn't feel like my life is over if this album isn't a commercial success," he said. "You've never felt that way before?" I asked. He said, "Honestly, I don't think I have." With his first album, he explained, he was terrified to make fun music, "because I'd come out of the band, and it was like, if I want to be taken seriously as a musician, then I can't make fun music." He called it "bowling with the bumpers up, playing it safe." While the second album was "freer," he became concerned with making "really big songs," an objective he now questions. Now his goals are, on the surface, smaller but, to him, far greater: "I just want to make stuff that is right, that is fun, in terms of the process, that I can be proud of for a long time, that my friends can be proud of, that my family can be proud of, that my kids will be proud of one day," he said. We hugged goodbye, and he set off through North London on foot—a sex symbol, a fashion darling, a very modern rock star, weaving his way back home.

Rollling Stone article excerpts - ‘Suddenly, the Screaming Stopped’: Harry Styles on Shedding the Weight of the Past and Finding Home

When Harry Styles first began his post-One Direction solo career, he lived in fear of the other shoe dropping. In a new interview with Better Homes and Garden, he discussed the cleanliness clauses baked into his early contracts, parameters of perception he had to operate within that threatened to directly impact his budding career if he slipped up.

He says that when he signed his first contract after going solo, and those clauses disappeared, he burst into tears of relief: “I felt free,” he said.

But even during the making of his 2017 self-titled debut album, the singer felt pressure to make music that would be taken seriously after years of One Direction being seen as a manufactured boy band and nothing more. Then there was the added interrogation of his personal life as a teenager and young adult that saddled him with a shameful feeling of needing to hide his sex life — the one thing he felt was his own.

“For a long time, it felt like the only thing that was mine was my sex life,” Styles said. “I felt so ashamed about it, ashamed at the idea of people even knowing that I was having sex, let alone who with. But I think I got to a place where I was like, why do I feel ashamed? I’m a 26-year-old man who’s single; it’s like, yes, I have sex.”

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The Letter O (True or False)

Created by joybucket

You've swam in the ocean. 🌊 You've had your picture taken with an ogre. 👹 You think of yourself as old. You feel old. You went to school with an Olivia. You like the name Ophelia. You love the enchanted month of October. 🍁 You like oolong tea. ☕️ You owe someone money right now. Someone owes you something right now. Sometimes it takes you awhile to decide what you want to order at a restaurant. 🥗 You like oranges. 🍊 Your favorite color is orange. 🧡 You like sea otters. 🦦 You're an only child. You were born in October. 🥳 Your favorite month is October. 🎃 You've met someone named October. You like the name Otto. You spend a lot of time outside. You've missed a lot of amazing opportunities, and you regret it. You turn lights off when you leave the room. You like oatmeal. 🥣 You ate oatmeal for breakfast this morning. 🥣 You've seen an ostrich up close and in person. (do cooked ones count?) You've told someone you were okay when you weren't. You're a little odd. You've drawn a perfect oval. You've had an ovarian cyst rupture. You think olives are disgusting. 🫒 You've met someone named Orville. You've cooked something in the oven recently. You like to watch Oprah. You've eaten an Oreo within the past week. You used to like eating the cereal Oreo O's. 🥣 You're very open-minded. You're sensitive to odors. You've sat under a big oak tree. 🌳 You don't really like the name Olga. You've ordered something online. You spend a lot of time online. 🖥 You've been to Ontario, Canada. 🇨🇦 Your blood type is 🅾️+. Your blood type is 🅾️-. You've recently seen or heard something shocking that caused your mouth to drop into the shape of an O. 😱 You've been to Oregon. You've met someone from Oregon. You like orange juice. 🍊 You're old-fashioned. You sometimes have trouble getting bottles open. You like to chew Orbit gum. (it’s called Freedent here) You know someone personally who has or who has had ovarian cancer. You've gone to see an OBGYN. You've swam in the Atlantic Ocean. 🌊 You've swam in the Pacific Ocean. 🌊 You like the name Ocean. You've met someone named Opal. Your least favorite color is olive. 🫒 You've been to an apple orchard. 🍎 You can be quite ornery sometimes. You own a can opener. You've been the opening act for a show. You've been to the see the opera. You've gone on Omegle. Your birthstone is opal. You've met someone named Onda. You've taken the medication Ondansetron. 💊 You've recently ordered something online. 📦 You own an orange cat. 🐈 (sadly no, my gremlins are anything but orange) You're wearing something orange right now. You've painted your bedroom walls orange. You watch the Oscars. 🏆 You've watched the channel OKBaby on YouTube. You're the oldest child. You know how many sides an octagon has. 🛑 You've seen an octopus. 🐙 You've used the octopus emoji. 🐙 You've written an ode. You were obsessed with the Olsen twins when you were younger. You've driven an Oldsmobile. You've worked at an old folks' home. You like the word "oaf." You like it when guys open doors for you. You've signed a letter XOXO. 💋 You paddled with an oar on a boat. 🛶 You like the song Orinoco Flow. You've been to Omaha, Nebraska. You've been to Orlando, Florida. You've been to Orange County, California. You've watched The OC. You've met someone named Olive. You've met someone named Oliver. You've been the "other woman" in a relationship. (I’m not a woman) You've recently opted out of something. You want to make the most of all life has to offer. You've been to Ohio. You've met someone from Ohio. You've watched The Ohana Adventure on YouTube. You know the meaning of the word "Ohana." You enjoyed this survey.

[flirting-with-psychology]

The Letter O (True or False) by joybucket

You’ve swam in the ocean. 🌊 You’ve had your picture taken with an ogre. 👹 You think of yourself as old. You feel old. You went to school with an Olivia. You like the name Ophelia. You love the enchanted month of October. 🍁 You like oolong tea. ☕️ You owe someone money right now. Someone owes you something right now. Sometimes it takes you awhile to decide what you want to order at a restaurant. 🥗 You like oranges. 🍊 Your favorite color is orange. 🧡 You like sea otters. 🦦 You’re an only child. You were born in October. 🥳 Your favorite month is October. 🎃 You’ve met someone named October.

You like the name Otto. You spend a lot of time outside. You’ve missed a lot of amazing opportunities, and you regret it. You turn lights off when you leave the room. You like oatmeal. 🥣 You ate oatmeal for breakfast this morning. 🥣 You’ve seen an ostrich up close and in person. You’ve told someone you were okay when you weren’t. You’re a little odd. You’ve drawn a perfect oval. You’ve had an ovarian cyst rupture. You think olives are disgusting. 🫒 You’ve met someone named Orville. You’ve cooked something in the oven recently. You like to watch Oprah. You’ve eaten an Oreo within the past week. You used to like eating the cereal Oreo O’s. 🥣 You’re very open-minded. You’re sensitive to odors. You’ve sat under a big oak tree. 🌳 You don’t really like the name Olga. You’ve ordered something online. You spend a lot of time online. 🖥 You’ve been to Ontario, Canada. 🇨🇦 Your blood type is 🅾️+. Your blood type is 🅾️-. You’ve recently seen or heard something shocking that caused your mouth to drop into the shape of an O. 😱 You’ve been to Oregon. You’ve met someone from Oregon. You like orange juice. 🍊 You’re old-fashioned. You sometimes have trouble getting bottles open. You like to chew Orbit gum. You know someone personally who has or who has had ovarian cancer. You’ve gone to see an OBGYN. You’ve swam in the Atlantic Ocean. 🌊 You’ve swam in the Pacific Ocean. 🌊 You like the name Ocean. You’ve met someone named Opal. Your least favorite color is olive. 🫒 You’ve been to an apple orchard. 🍎 You can be quite ornery sometimes.  You own a can opener. You’ve been the opening act for a show. You’ve been to the see the opera. You’ve gone on Omegle. Your birthstone is opal. You’ve met someone named Onda. You’ve taken the medication Ondansetron. 💊 You’ve recently ordered something online. 📦 You own an orange cat. 🐈 You’re wearing something orange right now. You’ve painted your bedroom walls orange. You watch the Oscars. 🏆 You’ve watched the channel OKBaby on YouTube. You’re the oldest child. You know how many sides an octagon has. 🛑 You’ve seen an octopus. 🐙 You’ve used the octopus emoji. 🐙 You’ve written an ode. You were obsessed with the Olsen twins when you were younger. You’ve driven an Oldsmobile. You’ve worked at an old folks’ home. You like the word “oaf.” You like it when guys open doors for you. You’ve signed a letter XOXO. 💋 You paddled with an oar on a boat. 🛶 You like the song Orinoco Flow. You’ve been to Omaha, Nebraska. You’ve been to Orlando, Florida. You’ve been to Orange County, California. You’ve watched The OC. You’ve met someone named Olive. You’ve met someone named Oliver. You’ve been the “other woman” in a relationship. You’ve recently opted out of something. You want to make the most of all life has to offer.  You’ve been to Ohio. You’ve met someone from Ohio. You’ve watched The Ohana Adventure on YouTube. You know the meaning of the word “Ohana.” You enjoyed this survey. I hope you have an awesome day full of opportunities!

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