#stone liverpool

[louisupdates]

Louis Tomlinson attending Stone’s concert, via stoneliverpool [2.3.2024]

[theirloveisgross]

i think you should all watch this. it's such a good and interesting video. and also, listen to their album, kthx.

[statementlou]

Ok have been digging a bit and indeed people seem to ship them. Kinda get it now where to comes from seeing the pics from twitter and this guys obsession with having his shirt off and doing his Little Rock star thing. Kind of makes me sad. Would be such a massive step down from well certain other curly haired boys. But hey would not be the first time someone’s dick takes over the thinking

I mean.... I would be very surprised is all I'm saying, and I do agree that if Louis is in fact out there looking he very much can do better. But whether or not Louis is fucking that man, sending messages like this to him is terrible, can people NOT:

[hldailyupdate]

Louis liked and commented Stone Liverpool’s post about playing Glastonbury! (31 May 2023)

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[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

STONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[sonja7369]

Supportive 🤴🏼

Stone's album Fear Life For A Lifetime is a non skip!!

[alarrytale]

Louis looks so soft and shy backstage with his own band mates and stone. Don’t remember when the last time I saw him look that shy.

Did you see some louies ship him already with the singer of stone and even asked him if he is dating Louis. He was confused and said smth like ‘no, why you even think that’

Hi, anon!

Yes, he did! Sitting there making himself smaller and wringing his hands a bit. He's not in his own back stage room, he's in Stone's. He can be shy in situations like that.

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I saw the dm with that Stone guy (can't find the tweet with the screenshot now of course) but he replied "He's a brother 😊" to the question "Is Louis your boyfriend". It's the same old same old, anyone-but-Harry-crew wanting them together. Wouldn't give them the time of the day.

[thesilicontribesman]

Replica Viking Hogback Stone, Irby, Wirral, The Museum of Liverpool

[lucawrites11]

Do you have any opinions on the England men's team? Always find your takes on teams interesting

it's appropriate that lionesses are the primary hunters and leaders in the wild, this is the same for england so without further ado... an analysis of the shit england team

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 THE THREE LIONS 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Okay, so what do England men need to change? Southgate. His tactics and his line-ups and how he tells his players to play are the problem. This generation of England men's players are truly a golden generation with so much talent but a complete inability to lose it on the pitch. John Stones' talent come from his ability to play centre-back like Leah Williamson and drop into the midfield to create an overload that pushes forward an attack, he does this for city but he doesn't do it for England and that's the same across the pitch.

The first thing that I think needs to happen is a change to the line-up. Southgate has identified the problem down the left. He was starting Alexander-Arnold in the left midfield who was playing consistently poorly so brought in Gallagher to replace him but he did equally as poorly. However, the problem down the left is Foden, he's playing well, but his role is a left-winger and he's not playing that role.

He drops into the central attack (to cover for Kane's drop into the midfield that covers for stones' insistence to stay back instead of dropping into the midfield) and creates chances, but this cuts off the more positive chance creation along the wide areas. Foden shouldn't come off the pitch but there needs to be a shift down the left and this should come from the line-up switching from the 4-3-3 that Southgate has been playing every match to a 4-4-2 diamond like this:

Gordon would solve the problem down the left, playing as a natural left-winger that regularly links up with Trippier at club, exploiting that link would allow for a more positive chance creation on the wings and stretch the play into both wide areas. Gordon plays classically like Lauren Hemp whereas Foden prefers to play with the freedom that is normally afforded to a player such as Lauren James because of the ability that they both have to create magical moments out of nowhere.

Furthermore, Saka has been one of the most consistent players for England down the right wing and having effective wingers creates an incredibly wide pitch to play on and gives England so much more goal-scoring potential. He plays like Beth Mead if anyone wants a Lioness reference.

Moreover, two forwards in Foden and Kane allows for more players in the box, which England has been lacking, and gives Foden and Kane the freedom that they have been craving because they can compensate for each other leaving their natural positioning. Kane has the freedom to move into a midfield role with the assurance that Foden can remain as a central target in the box. This is an issue that similarly crops up in the Lionesses with Russo's drops into the midfield however Toone can cover for her but that's not a role that Bellingham plays especially with no cover in the midfield with Stones refusing to create an overload so he can't drop forward to play it without leaving Rice isolated.

Furthermore, this allows for Gordon to be brought onto the pitch without Foden's essential creativity and magical moments being sacrificed, something that's crucial to England.

Additionally, a tactical shift needs to occur with Pickford being given the space to play his natural role as a sweeper-keeper and good on his feet much like Hannah Hampton. He needs to drop into the backline to give Stones the ability to push into the midfield and break down the low block that most opposition uses against England and create chances centrally.

Ultimately, England needs to make a lot of changes tactically and in terms of the line-ups and I think that showed in the last five minutes of the game against Slovenia, Gordon was on the five minutes and was the key players in two chances being created. He's crucial to this side and they NEED to use him, the pundits, the commentators, my mum over 100 times before, during and after the match are all begging for it. Southgate needs to use him. They also need to change their tactical instruction to the players because Pickford and Stones are being told to play how they are playing, that is not of their own volition.

The difference between England and the England men's team is a decent fucking manager. The FA needs to pull their heads out of their asses and accept the men's team can be managed by a foreigner because they aren't taking Eddie Howe from my club and the fans can't be trusted with a woman yet (the best England option is Emma Hayes fight me). English managers are shit, honestly, they should just say 'fuck it' and hire José Mourinho at this point. At least, he'd make them play like a team, ANYTHING, ANYONE would be better than Southgate at this point. It also needs to be a tournament manager so not Pep, saw someone saying Pep should be England manager and fuck off he'd be shit at it.

[darththrog]

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[louisupdates]

Louis Tomlinson and friends backstage at the Stone concert [29.2.2024] via stoneliverpool

[theirloveisgross]

you can find me at the hotel dreaming. now my heart is open. all i ever needed was love. before the word was spoken.

i woke up most mornings feeling afraid. downstairs round the table i sat in the shade. no sense of safety, down to the core. upon a light flickered outside my front door. i told you that i was sorry, so just leave me alone. i'm so prone to guilt, i'm barely half grown. fall on anyone i could for a sense of escape. knocked down to pieces, rebuilt my fate.

i had a powerful energy growing up to prove. i had a powerful energy due to being confused. i blossomed like a flower, became my own tower. and once i was above, i felt a sense of power. that warped my perception on how love truly is. that light is still flickering, even though i am big. i'm sorry i'm leaving and i won't ever come back. i slammed that front door, chains held me back.

i would call some friends to stand by my side. like a mental patient who lies, above they would cry. i would sigh and believe they were right. even though i felt spite, i had no source of light. apart from the one flickering at my front door. the more that i see it, the more my insides, they roar.

don't just tell me that you love me. show me. don't just tell me that you love me. show me. don't just tell me that you love me. show me.

💔😔

[statementlou]

Hi! Do you know what his thing is with this Stone band? He shows up a lot around them and it is made visible ( as in social media postings). I have to admit the singer gives me the creeps so I am quite taken aback.

I mean Louis likes the band and loves supporting smaller bands, plus people have thought he might be working up to announcing them as the LATAM opener- and after them gathering most of the LT band and management to go to this show I would be real surprised if that wasn't the case, and honestly I wouldn't be shocked if they were cooking even more than just an opening slot

[queenofvenicebeach]

It's really heartwarming how John Squire praises Liam and his talents in all the interviews. I love how he says that Liam turns everything into something amazing and how he knew it would be great as soon as Liam got involved and how he said he only had some riffs, but as soon as Liam was on board, they turned into songs and he wrote them with Liam in mind

I mean we all know how great Liam is, but it's always good when John says it out loud as Liam really deserves to receive such kind words from his partner who is on top of that also one of his biggest idols

[tsea9]

two things i think about constantly

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias/Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader - Dark Rivarly Part 7/15

Part 8 and 9 are already out on my Patreon for FREE!

Reader is Trent Alexander Arnold's twin sister. The two have been inseparable since childbirth, more so now when Reader is fresh out of university looking for a job, crashing at her brother's place whilst doing so. One day Reader gets a job offer that she cannot refuse, however it would mean working for her brother's biggest rival in football, Ruben Dias.

Enjoy!

London Fashion Week.

Ruben was attending a couple of shows for the weekend and booked for you to come along with him. He had you staying in a five star hotel. Separate rooms, of course. The moment you shared in Grandma's shop was passionate and true, however Ruben respected your request to keep things professional if you were to work form him, making yourself off limits to having any sexual relationship with him. Besides, you didn't want to do his assistant the honors of saying, I told you so. Miranda was already on your case as she too attended the fashion week with you and Ruben. She was determined to make sure that you didn't make Ruben look bad by dressing him in rabbit fur or something.

"What about this one?" You said, spreading out a second outfit on Ruben's hotel bed. The three of you had gathered in his room, finalizing what he should wear to the show that he was attending this afternoon. But per usual, Miranda disapproved of all of your decisions.

"It's too brown." She complained.

"Right." You nodded. "And by that you mean what exactly?"

Miranda looked at you fretfully, but she did owe you a factual explanation.

"It's too country." She shrugged. "I know it's a Louis Vuitton, but come on, who wears a leather jacket to a fashion show?"

You crossed your arms. "Ruben will."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, when I ask him. Ruben!" You called him into the room. "Can you come here for a second?"

The door to the bathroom slid open and Ruben stepped out with wet hair and a towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist. "What's up?" His head shifted between you and Miranda.

"Quick question." You said, stepping forwards. "Which outfit do you prefer to wear for the show this afternoon, this one or that one?" You pointed to the clothes on the bed.

Ruben's eyebrows furrowed, looking to ponder the question. You looked at Miranda who's eyes were already narrowed at you in suspicion.

"I dunno?" Ruben chuckled. "Which outfit do you want me to wear? They both look fine to me but you're the stylist."

"Agreed." You said. "I'm thinking the brown Louis jacket with all black underneath."

"Cool." He smiled.

"But a brown leather jacket to a fashion show, come on Ruben" Miranda protest altered Ruben's return to the bathroom. But then he glanced at you, his expression softening. "If Y/N thinks it's good, then it's good."

You exhaled in relief once the bathroom door closed behind him.

"Just know...." Miranda warned you, her face red underneath all of that pale foundation. "....anything bad written about Ruben this weekend and I'm blaming you."

You rolled your eyes as she left the room. You did a little happy dance on the carpet to celebrate the small victory. Just then the bathroom door slid open again, Ruben stiffening in the frame, his eyes laced with amusement. "Everyone's enjoying themselves I see."

"Oh my god, Ruben. I'm...."

"More than welcome to keep dancing if you want to." He laughed.

Heat rose to your face. You crumbled with embarrassment. "It's just that....it's just that Miranda..."

"I know, I know. She can be a bit of a pain in stressful situations." He pushed off the wall that he had been leaning against and walked towards the bed, grabbing the black shirt that would go with his outfit. You unremorsfully watched him get dressed. And Ruben had the audacity to drop the towel wrapped around his waist, simultaneously looking you in the eye. You turned your head towards the windows, not giving him the pleasure of seeing you blush. Once he wore pants again you grabbed a roller and started nipping away little dust particles that might have stuck to his shirt, helping him look flawless ahead of the show.

"I'll be back around lunchtime." He said, as you circulated him with the roller. "I was thinking that I should take you out for lunch. I have a friend who owns this art gallery that we can go to."

"Ruben." You stop nipping dust off his shirt, raising your head to look at him. "That sounds lovely, really."

"But?" He said, knowing that it was coming.

"But..." You sighed. "I think it's a bit inappropriate for me and you to have lunch together."

He chuckled. "It's just lunch Y/N. Everyone has to eat, no?"

"Maybe. But taking me to an art gallery at the sametime sounds more like a date, don't you think?"

"Call it what you want." He shrugged. "A date, a none date. I just want the pleasure of treating you to a nice meal as thank you for your hard work."

"You can thank me by paying me Ruben."

A moment of silence.

"Y/N?" His hand cupped your chin, raising it for you to look at him again. His kind eyes lit a fire within you, a fire that you were more than afraid to express. "Please join me for lunch." He smiled, perhaps well aware of what he was doing to you.

"Okay." You surrendered.

His smile widened. Just as he brought your lips forwards there was a cough.

"Miranda!"

She stood by the door, looking less than pleased at the sight of you and Ruben, standing so close. "The car is downstairs." She said, acknowledging Ruben, ignoring you.

He cleared his throat. "Right. I'll go grab my phone."

With that the two of them left, leaving you to explore London in the meantime.

You went on a light shopping spree, less compulsive compared to your university days. Right around lunchtime you received a text from Ruben, air dropping you the address to his friends art gallery. You arrived before him, with the gallery only having a few visitors for the hour. Your attention had been glued to a peculiar painting when there was a tap on your shoulder.

"Hey. Sorry I'm late." It was Ruben, with two Subway sandwiches in his hands. "I also got you a lemonade. I wasn't sure if you drank soda with your food. I don't."

"Thank you Ruben, lemonade is fine."

He sat down next to you on the bench placed just in front of the painting you had been regarding. It was massive, almost covering the entire wall.

"Do you like it?" Ruben asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.

"What is it supposed to resemble?"

Perhaps that's the reason why you were drawn to it in the first place. It had bright colors that formed an abstract pattern across the canvas. The painting was called City of Love but the painting resembled nothing of Paris, the actual city of love. Nor did it resemble any actual landscape on this planet earth.

"That's for you to decide." Ruben said. He continued to explain his friend's intentions with the painting, that it was about the importance that the eyes of the beholder had on art culture. That art only meant something when the audience felt like it meant something.

"So it's what I make it to be?"

Ruben nodded. "Anything you like. For instance I think it's a tale of two lovers struggling to find each other amongst a city full of lovers."

You frowned.  "A bit far fetched, don't you think?"

Ruben shrugged. "It's how I interpret it."

"Hmm."

"Can't you see them." Ruben leaned closer, attempting to pinpoint where to find the lover and his beloved amongst the splashes of color on the canvas. "He's right there." He whispered. "Waiting for her to accept his love and run into his arms."

"And is she?" You asked, Ruben's breath warm against your ear.

"You tell me?"

You chuckled, but regarded the painting thoughtfully. "I don't think she's running Ruben."

"No? What is she doing then?"

"She's taking her time, I suppose. When the time is right they'll find each other. Then she'll be in his arms."

"That's...."

"There you are!"

You jumped in your seat as a voice approached you from behind. You turned around to see a well dressed man, beaming from ear to ear as he approached you and Ruben. "I thought you said you were too busy to come visit me during London's most lucrative weekends?"

"I'm here aren't I?" Ruben stood up to embrace his friend.

"And I see you brought a friend, a beautiful one at that." He looked down at you with his sparkling blue eyes. "Hello love. I'm John, John Stones."

"My teammate." Ruben said, as he watched the two of you shake hands.

You knew who the man was, you knew of all of the City Players. Your family would usually curse their names whenever Man City played Liverpool.

"Yes, but unlike Ruben, I'm not so into the sharades that fashion week brings." John winked. "I'm only here to promote the art that's been coming through my gallery. It's a perfect time to throw an exclusive party whilst all celebrities are in town. Apparently people are dying to get an invite to the party tonight. You're both invited of course."

"A party?" You turned to Ruben. "I thought I was dressing you for another show?"

Ruben looked at you, a flash of guilt in his eyes. "I asked Miranda to cancel my invite. John has been asking me to see his gallery in London for years, now is finally my chance. I hope you understand."

"I understand." You smiled. "But what are you planning on wearing?"

"I dunno, this?" Ruben down on his current outfit.

"Nah, ah, over my dead body."

"What?"

"You have to change." You said. "Miranda will kill me if she finds out I let you wear the same outfit twice in one day, during fashion week of all places. No, we are going back to the hotel to change,  immediately."

"Better listen to your girl Ruben." John laughed.

Ruben chuckled as he let you drag him out of his friends gallery, not letting go of his hand until you reached the hotel.

***********************************

You arrived at the gallery four hours later, by then night had fallen with a lot of well dressed people now queuing to get into Ruben's friends art gallery. You wore one of the tops you had bought during your shopping spree. It was cute but not nearly as fashionable as what the people around you were wearing.

"Champagne?" A waiter offered. You gladly accepted the flute, surprised to see that a whole catering company had been hired for the evening. The gallery was getting crowded with people you recognized as professional football players, celebrities and their dates for the evening.

"Wow, Johnny really went all out for the night." A young man said, approaching you and Ruben. You recognized him as another Man City player, Nathan Ake was his name.

"He really cares about his art." Ruben nodded. As the guys continued to make small talk you took the opportunity to slip away.

"Fuck me." You sighed, grabbing your coat, desperate for some fresh air. Apparently you took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up at a Man City meet and greet. All the players were here to watch John's art, all of whom you recognized and some that might recognize you as.....

"Y/N?"

"Trent?"

You were moving towards the exit, now hyperventilating for a sip of air, when the person holding up the door for you turned out to be none other than your twin brother.

"Trent? What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean?" He smiled, both happy and surprised to see you. "I was invited. What about you?"

"I...."

This was not good, not good at all.

"I'm working as a stylist Trent,  I told you that. By whom exactly were you invited?"

"What do you mean, by whom? John Stones, of course."

"You know John? How?"

Trent snorted. "What do you mean how, we've played on England's men's team for years now, haven't we? Why do you ask, didn't he recognize you?"

"Me? Why would he....?" Had the two of you met before?

"Fuck."

"Wow, you good sis? You look amazing by the way."

"Trent, can you get me out of here?"

"Um, why, do you feel sick?" He tilted his head to check on you.

"Yes, that's why I need to get back to my hotel."

"Um, sure. Just a sec, let me say hello to John first."

"No!" You exclaimed, like a crazy person. "There is no time."

Trent looked taken aback, but snorted. "Of course there is, I'll be quick. Look, there he is, let me just...."

"Trent no..." Your eyes widened with panic seeing John's tall figure heading your way. "I'm on my period please, I need to get back to my hotel quickly."

Trent seemed conflicted. He had arrived with a friend but nodded for him to go ahead without him. "Okay, let's go. I'll take you back to your hotel."

"Thank you."

It was a disaster avoided. There was no need for Ruben to know who you really were, at least not now. Things were perfect now. Telling him the truth might change things. From your experience it often did.