#that's his sister not his mom in the first one. by the way.

[mywritersmind]

LITTLE SISTERS ARE UNKNOWINGLY GREAT MATCH MAKERS - KA12

summary : Girlhood is meeting a younger girl in a bathroom and giving her a friendship bracelet. You happen to get lucky when that little girls introduces you to the youngest driver on the grid.

listen up : no warnings!

words : 1212 (wow that’s crazy)

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“I like your dress.” A little girl says, her voice confident and clearly italian. I smile at her in the mirror before pulling my hands away from the sink and grabbing a towel.

I turn fully to her, her eyes big and brown, looking up at me in awe, “Thank you!” I throw the towel away as she smiles softly, “I like your headphones.” She's in white pants and a black jacket, the bright pink headphones around her neck.

She looks down when I say it, “Bit stupid.”

I shake my head as she backs away from the sink, “Never!” I reach into my purse and pull out my little earplugs that are in a clear case. She smiles at this.

I turn back to the mirror again, fixing my hair and applying my lipgloss. My eyes wander to the small girl who still resides next to me, looking at herself in the mirror and swiping on chapstick.

“You’re a mercedes fan?” I say.

She nods eagerly, pushing her lip balm into her pocket and touching her hat. “It’s my brother's team!” I smile at her enthusiasm, “Are you?”

“Not particularly…” As in George Rusell makes me uneasy and Kimi Antonelli is making me feel unaccomplished since we’re the same age. “I root for Mclaren.”

She seems a bit sad at this, but nods nonetheless. “Do you want a friendship bracelet?” I ask just before she goes to leave. She’s absolutely adorable and definitely a new friend (one i’ll probably never see again) but still, I take one of the beaded bracelets off my wrist and hand it to her.

It says, VROOM, with a tiny beaded F1 car that took me a whole hour to figure out how to make. “Wow!”

I stand up straighter, “I’m Y/n!”

“Maggie.” She says her name quick, her eyes unmoving from her wrist, the bracelet a tad too big. She finally looks up at me again when we both go to leave, “Thank you!”

We walk into the public area, the paddock not crowded for the first time all day, “I’m glad you like it.” I’m too focused on her little eyes lighting up to notice that a guy is staring at us. He pushes off the wall, walking towards us in a far too familiar way. Holy shit.

Maggie says something in italian.

She says something in italian directed to the guy.

The guy who also happens to be Kimi Antonelli.

Kimi smiles at the girl as it all dawns on me. Oh fuck. When she said, ‘it’s my brother's team’ she didn’t just mean that he supports them. She meant he drives for them!

He tugs at her hat so it goes over her eyes as she groans and elbows him, “No wonder you took so long, making friends?”

Maggie nods, saying something in Italian and raising her wrist so Kimi can see her bracelet. He nods, probably not interested but he smiles at her.

Then he smiles at me.

“Did you make it yourself?” His accent is smooth yet his demeanor is still boyish.

I laugh awkwardly, “Uh yeah, sorry I didn’t make any Mercedes ones.” He shrugs it off.

“Black and teal gets boring!” Maggie cuts in, still admiring her bracelet under Kimi’s arm, “I like pink!” Kimi and I look at eachother, smiling at the younger girls' excitement. She clearly gets distracted when she sees an older woman, promptly running away and yelling, “Mama!”

Kimi laughs, not making a move to leave, “I think this is the most interesting thing that’s happened to her all weekend.” He slips his hands into his pockets, smiling at me. Christ he’s cute.

“Honestly she’s made my weekend.” I swipe a piece of hair from my face, “I’m sure she was more excited about her brother’s big F1 debut than a bracelet.” I scoff as he laughs.

“I don’t know…” He looks at Maggie, her hair bobbing up and down as she shows their mom her new jewelry. “Show her pink and she sort of gravitates…”

I smile, “Is she an Alpine fan then?”

He shakes his head, still smiling shyly, “I won’t let that happen.” When I don’t say anything, he sways, “Are you? An Alpine fan, I mean…”

I shake my head, looking down at my light pink dress, “Nah… just hate wearing bright orange.”

He nods, “Oh! I’m Kimi, by the way.”

I hold back a grin, “I know… I’m Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/n.” I think my heart skips a beat when he says my name, “Thanks for being so nice to my sister.”

“No problem, she’s adorable!”

Maggie comes up to us again, “Could you teach me how to make one?”

Kimi raises a brow, “I’m pretty sure she doesn’t just carry beads with her, Mag.”

I blush, “Actually… I do, and I can totally try!”

She runs off again, leaving Kimi and I, “She’s really sweet, though she might not want my help with the beads… I made one and gave up like two hours in.”

He laughs, “She referred to you as ‘pretty girl’ when she told me you gave her a bracelet, so I'm pretty sure she already loves you no matter if you can recreate it or not.” I laugh a bit when he says this, my cheeks are probably already red.

“I remember being like that with every older girl I encountered.” It’s true, every little girl I see I just want to cry because of how much I loved being that young.

“Yeah well she’s got good instincts.” his tongue runs over his bottom lip, “How old are you?”

“Eighteen… you know, my mom found out you were driving this year and made me get a job!” He’s laughing harder now.

“Shit… I'm sorry. What were you forced into?”

“Well, it’s not bad.” I shrug, “I intern at McLaren actually. My mom’s a driver manager.” His eyebrows go up, nodding at my words.

“So you get to travel with the drivers?” He looks almost… hopeful.

I nod, “Basically. I want to work in F1 media so it’s hopefully getting me used to my future.”

“That’s really cool.” Honestly if it were any other teenage boy saying that, I wouldn’t believe him. But something about Kimi Antonelli tells me that he doesn’t half ass anything, even his words.

“Yeah…” I bite my lip, swaying on my feet.

“Hey! Um before you go…” He pulls out his phone, “Can I get your number?” I raise a brow instinctively, “For Maggie!” I try not to frown, taking the phone and typing in my number and name, “And maybe… for dinner sometime? I fly to China right after this.”

I bite back a smile, “That’d be fun, I go straight there after the race.”

I think he’s… blushing? “Right. Well uh… maybe I can convince you that black and teal are right for you.”

“If you take me out and try to convert me from papaya, I will never let you forget it!” I threaten as he starts walking away backwards.

“Yeah I'm planning on that, pretty.” He bites his lip, nodding and leaving. I roll my eyes and walk away, my cheeks pink and my smile wide.

[folkwhoreberry]

Everything I Need

kimi antonelli x reader

or... the one where the finish line feels like home

word count : 947

warning : none, english is not my first language!!!

on the radio : I know love by tate mcrae & the kid laroi

🐜🌺

the roar of the crowd still echoes in your ears as you wait, your heart racing almost as fast as the cars that just crossed the finish line. kimi’s debut race in f1, and he finished fourth - fourth. it’s hard to wrap your head around it, even though you’ve been there through every step of his journey. it feels surreal, standing there in the garage, watching as the screens show him pulling into parc fermé, the smile on his face visible even through the helmet cam.

you don’t have to wait long. he climbs out of the car, takes off his helmet, and you can see the mix of emotions on his face - relief, joy, disbelief. and then, almost like instinct, his eyes scan the crowd. it takes a second before they land on you, but when they do, he lights up. there’s no stopping him. he’s jogging over to you, past the reporters and the team, until he’s standing right in front of you, breathless but grinning.

“you did it,” you say, barely able to get the words out before he pulls you into a tight hug. his arms wrap around you like he’s holding on for dear life, his face buried in your neck. “you did it, kimi.”

“I still can’t believe it,” he murmurs into your skin, his breath warm against your ear. he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes bright with adrenaline and pride. “fourth. on my first race.”

“I knew you would,” you say, smiling up at him, and you mean it. you always knew he had it in him, but seeing it unfold in front of you feels like a dream.

he leans in, presses a quick kiss to your cheek, but then you hear his mom’s voice, calling his name. you step back, giving him room as he turns to his parents and little sister, who are waiting a few steps away. the moment they reach him, his mom pulls him into a hug, his dad clapping him on the back proudly. his little sister looks up at him with wide, awe-filled eyes, and kimi ruffles her hair before scooping her up into his arms, making her giggle.

you stand there, watching the scene unfold, your chest warm with affection. it’s a family moment, but somehow, you feel like you’re part of it too. and when kimi turns to you again, his family still crowded around him, he gives you a look that says everything without needing to say a word.

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later that evening, you find yourself in a secluded club, tucked away from the usual chaos of the paddock. it’s dimly lit, neon lights casting a soft glow over the space as music pulses through the air. the team is celebrating, glasses raised high as they toast to george’s podium and kimi’s stellar debut.

you sit at a table in the corner, kimi beside you, his arm draped lazily over the back of your chair. the rest of the group is mingling, but it feels like you and kimi are in your own little bubble. he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks, his voice low and intimate, just for you.

“still feels unreal,” he says, his fingers tracing patterns on your shoulder, almost absentmindedly. “like, did that really happen today?”

you glance up at him, catching the way the neon lights reflect in his eyes. he looks relaxed, happy, but there’s still that hint of disbelief lingering in his expression.

“it happened,” you reply softly, leaning into his touch. “and you killed it out there. seriously, kimi, fourth place on your first race? that’s huge.”

he grins, his hand sliding down to rest on your waist, pulling you a little closer. “couldn’t have done it without you,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your temple. the words send a shiver down your spine, and you look up at him, the familiar flutter in your chest making you feel light.

“I didn’t drive the car,” you tease, nudging him lightly with your elbow, but there’s a softness in your voice, an understanding of what he means. you’ve been there, through the highs and the lows, through every victory and setback. this moment belongs to both of you in a way.

the music shifts, a slower song coming on, and kimi’s hand on your waist tightens slightly, his fingers brushing against the fabric of your dress. it’s not too much - just enough to make your heart skip a beat. he leans in again, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “wanna dance?”

you hesitate for a moment, glancing around at the team still caught up in their celebrations. but when you look back at kimi, the playful glint in his eyes and the way his thumb strokes gently against your side, you can’t help but nod.

he stands up, offering you his hand, and you take it, letting him lead you to the small dance floor. the music sways around you as he pulls you into his arms, his hands resting on your hips, yours looping around his neck. you move together, the world fading away, just the two of you in this moment.

there’s a lightness to it, the way he holds you, the way you fit against him. it’s not rushed or intense - it’s just right. enough to make you feel everything without needing to say a word. he dips his head, resting his forehead against yours, and you close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the feeling.

“this,” kimi murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, “this is all I need.”

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a/n : realized I don’t write enough for my boy

[gothamite-rambler]

Duke meets Lady Shiva

Duke (in his Signal suit): Cass, who's the lady next to you?

Cass: (in her Orphan suit) Um, Signal, this is my… mother, Lady Shiva. Shiva, this is my friend and possible soon-to-be foster brother, the Signal.

Lady Shiva stood tall, proud, and incredibly intimidating. Her expression was emotionless as she stared down at Duke, but much like Talia, he couldn't help himself.

Duke: Are you sure she’s your mother and not your sister?

Cass (not aware of what is about to happen): No, she’s my mom.

Shiva (indifferent): I wasted hours birthing you, at least.

Duke cleared his throat, taking a cautious step back then he began speaking.

Duke: Lady Shiva, respectfully, you are a radiant beauty, and I mean that. I know you’re a tough assassin, and I don’t want to get on your bad side, but I just wanted to give you a compliment. You’re stunning, and I can’t believe you’re close to Bruce’s age.

Cass looked at her mom, worried at first, but Shiva's steeled expression softened into a half-smile as she nodded, appreciating the compliment.

Shiva: I will allow these compliments. I usually hate most, if not all, men, but you seem quite charming.

Duke (with a prideful grin): You know I keep it real, especially since you're a straight ten out of ten—

Cass (confused and embarrassed): Could you stop talking to my mom like that? She's a villain and… my mom!

Shiva: This is the most tolerable I’ve been with people, so he’s winning me over. You both should be lucky I'm in a good mood tonight.

Duke: Thank you, Lady Shiva. I like that name, by the way.

Cass (whispering): Please stop.

Lady Shiva: "Signal" is quite an interesting name too. I’ve heard bits and pieces about you through the villain circuit, and I have to say you’re making me hate you less.

Cass (dissociating for a second): It’s because he’s complimenting you. Let this end.

Duke: I’m sorry, Cass. I see a pretty woman, I give her compliments when needed. And with a baddie villain like her, I’d rather that than have her get all stabby with me later.

Lady Shiva: Baddie? Huh, I’m assuming that’s another kind word about my beauty?

Cass (exasperated): So Damian wasn't remotely exaggerating that this is that painful to witness. I'm going to beat his ass later.

Duke (unfazed): I know I’m embarrassing your daughter, but even though I’m partially terrified you’ll stab me if I let my true thoughts out, I’ve got one more piece of praise for you. Villainous or not, you’re a gorgeous martial artist and actress. You do your own stunts, and if you get mugged in real life, you’d beat their ass or merc them.

Cass’s masked eyes widened as she sweated nervously, trying not to scream while Shiva nodded in agreement.

Shiva: I did always want to act. I like him. The signal, I might actually consider not killing you if I ever go after Batman. Keep him around, Cassandra.

Cass (facepalming): I— I can’t believe this is actually happening. I’m both uncomfortable and angry.

Damian (on the comms): Welcome to the club.

Duke meeting Talia for the first time

[purpdrawsthings]

HIT YOU WITH THE PUNK TACTICS 👊💥

@tiredsmashbros @strange0-0storm @libbytwq @rr3d2y @its-a-me-mango @cookiepopcat

No way it took me 5 months to get back my motivation?? 😭😭😭

Hihi everybody.

So I started this project.. As said in the picture. Apparently after the first 4 finished/rendered pictures of TSB and SMG8, I lost the motivation and left it alone for 5 months.. UNTIL YESTERDAY.

Yes you heard me, YESTERDAY. "Wait Purp so what you're meaning to tell us is that after that part and so on was all finished in 1 DAY??"

.... Yeah =D

I WAS VERY DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF OKAY I LEFT IT FOR LONG ENOUGH. Don't want it to be like my Plug Me In animation tho... [Speaking of which why did that one take me like 8 months?]

Speedran the last image for TSB and SMG8's part, did Lore and Ako's part [this includes drawing + animating + editing some of TSB's part] in about I think 1-2 hours, took a break cuz my phone was on like 20% [I had literal homework so I finished my ONE BIG AHH PAPER PRESENTATION COMIC in about 3 hours..] After that I immediately went straight back to my phone and finished the first 4 rendered parts for Mango and Cookie's part [ this also included drawing + animating ]

During this time I was in my fathers siblings house because we were going to break our fast there. So yesterday was the day we went back home cuz both me and my sister had school. While in the car I FINISHED. Mango and Cookie's final part. This did NOT include animating. I felt tired and went to sleep.

Back home I went straight into my room and onto my phone 😭 I finished animating THE LAST PART. So all's left is editing the final product and polishing.

I use alight motion but after 10 minutes or so of TRYING to find if alight motion had a reverse effect, the app didn't have that. So I had to waste 5 MINUTES just to install capcut for that effect. During this also I was on my last 15 minutes on the phone so I was kinda stressed and begging it would go faster.

Did the reverse and exported it alight motion. But during this my phone shut off so I couldn't finish it. I sighed and waited for the next day.

[Funny thing but I did 3 homeworks last minute before sleeping and I slept at 12 lmao]

CUT TO TODAY!

As I got back from school and in my mom's car going to her office, I saved my phone in the car and immediately picked it up.

You'd THINK I would go straight to editing seeing my past pattern right? Nah I went to YouTube shorts for whatever apparent reason sisgisvdixgidbdodbxib 😭

Anyways I went into my mom's office and immediately edited in alight motion. This took me for about 30 minutes or so because I was trying to find the perfect rewind overlay for the animation. Couldn't find the one that would fit my need so I just picked one that seemed just fine for me. Edited some more.. Checked the timings... Put my watermark and some lil drawing and.... Done! The animation was all done and ready to go!

I first sent the thing in discord. [Apparently discord this time actually could load my animation in there so I was quite happy to say the least.] And now we're here to me writing this as I'm talking to myself! Hi me!... I'm going crazy.

Anyways I'm glad I finished that. Looking back at it I think I got so tired at the last part that I almost gave up on Cookie's and Mango's part. It's a bit low effort on that one. Overall, I'm kinda satisfied and it's nice to play the animation a couple of times.

Final stuff.

Ibis paint : 6 hours, thumb 💜

Flipaclip : 12fps, 337 frames

Alight motion : 30fps

Capcut : reverse thing sudhdudhud

Hope y'all enjoyed my rambling IAHSISHDIHDODHDO I should be crowned queen of yapping wait somebody else has that tittle oh well.

Yeetus chat =3

[seilnakyle]

it’s a little funny (transparent) when the same people who say tom king is this and that and sucks ass will then proceed to use his content to discredit batcat. selina never once said she hated the batkids or didn’t want kids until king wrote her. and that was only a very early version of her. she’s the only love interest on good terms with most if not all of them.

Selina is genuinely Bruce’s only love interest that consistently gives af about ALL his kids lmao

And the same writer who wrote her “not wanting” (saying she was UNSURE) kids also wrote her having a baby in Batman/Catwoman and the Catwoman 80th anniversary “Helena” story. And theres Bruce here suggesting he and Selina have discussed kids a bit in main canon.

Selina was literally the first one to encourage Bruce to take care of Jason. And she almost dumped Bruce after she saw that Jason wasn’t super comfortable sharing his dad yet, and she made sure to assure him that she wasn’t trying to replace the mother/son relationship he had with Nocturna

The “Jason has enough mother figures” is so crazy because SELINA was his mother figure way before fanon decided to make it Talia for some reason, and who does he actually call mom?

Selina was just as respectful with Damian too, she made sure he knew she wasn’t trying to replace his mom, and he didn’t have to call her mom, but she would always have his back ♥️

They want her to be a deadbeat so bad but she’s ALWAYS gonna be loved by the kids and mother of the batfam <3

I can’t even begin to explain how badly you miss the point of Selina Kyle when you erase the motherly/caretaking/big sister aspects of her character and reduce her to an “independent woman” BOO!! SHE IS MOTHER

[meadowfics]

Can you write about Readers perspective on our relationship with Daeho being influenced by how our mother and older sister treated us? You have mentioned it a few times but I would like more background on the rough childhood reader/we had in this series (To be honest i'm scared since you know how to break hearts with ur writing)

I cried while writing this btw! maybe that is a warning.

another trigger warning is s*icide and cancer, however its not a major character one I swear

reader's childhood (some vague details since it has to fit you, the reader, of course <3)

dae-ho always tells you that you have the softest hands.

he says it so often, almost everyday, and you find it funny sometimes. it is the way that his rough, calloused fingers will brush against yours, and he’ll look down at them like they’re the most delicate thing in the world.

the marine has never failed to look at you like you’re something fragile, you are something to be handled with care.

however, you never used to believe that about yourself.

while growing up, nobody told you that you were soft. nobody ever treated you gently.

you were never precious, never someone worth protecting.

every touch that was felt from you hurt.

your mother made sure you felt that.

you had fought for survival in every sense of the word. from the moment your mother took you and your sister away from your home country, you were forced to grow up.

at six years old, you didn’t understand why everything had changed, why your father wasn’t around anymore, why you were in a place where nobody spoke the same language as you.

you understood one thing though:

it was your fault.

your mother never hesitated to remind you.

she blamed you for everything. she blamed you for the move, for the life she left behind, for the struggles she faced as a single mother in a country that never truly welcomed her.

"if it weren’t for you, i wouldn’t have had to leave with you and your sister."

"you ruined everything, y/n!"

"why can’t you be more like your older sister?"

your sister.

she wasn’t cruel, not in the way your mother was. your sister was just as guilty since she never did anything to stop it either. the girl three years your senior never comforted you from the pain.

your sister was three years older than you. she was the favorite, the golden child. you don’t think she ever meant to hurt you, but her ignorance did. every time she told you that "mom was just having a bad day," every time she looked away when your mother hit you, every time she pretended that you weren’t suffering.

it was at the age of seventeen when they were both gone.

your sister took her own life. your mother followed a year later, cancer eating her from the inside out.

people told you they were sorry for your loss but what did you lose?

you never had a mother. you never had a sister. all they ever gave you was pain, and when they were gone, they left you with something else... debt. hundreds of millions of won in debt.

they didn’t just take from you in life. they made sure to take from you in death, too.

so you didn’t grieve.

how could you?

you spent years believing that hell was all there was. that you were meant to suffer, that love wasn’t real, that kindness didn’t exist, that you would die alone because you had never known anything different.

until him.

dae-ho, who saw past the walls you had built around yourself. who held your hands and told you they were soft, even when all they had ever known was survival.

you didn’t make it easy for him.

for the first seven months of your relationship, you kept him at arm’s length, too scared to be vulnerable, too afraid to believe in something good. dae-ho was patient, gosh that military patience.

he never pushed, never forced you to talk, never made you feel like you had to prove anything to him.

when you finally told him everything...about your mother, your sister, the debt, the way you had grown up never knowing what it felt like to be loved...he didn’t look at you with pity.

he just held you like you were something worth holding.

you spent your whole life believing that love was supposed to hurt. that it came with conditions, with pain, with fear.

with dae-ho, you learned something new:

love is kind.

love is waking up to his arms wrapped around you, keeping you safe.

love is hearing him call your name with so much warmth that it makes your chest ache.

love is the way he looks at you when he thinks you’re not watching, like he still can’t believe you’re real, like he still can’t believe he gets to love you.

love is when he stayed by your side during those twelve hours of labor during your first pregnancy... and five hours for your second.

also, love is the two little girls sleeping down the hall.

those two girls are the proof that you did not inherit your mother’s cruelty.

you promised yourself that your daughters would never know what it felt like to grow up afraid. they would never question if they were loved and that they would never feel unwanted in their own home since love is also breaking the cycle.

on your worst days, even when you still hear your mother’s voice in the back of your head, telling you that you’re not enough, telling you that you ruined everything...dae-ho is there.

dae-ho's hands are rough, but his love is gentle.

"you have the softest hands," he whispers, tracing your fingers with his own.

you smile, pressing your palm against his.

you believe it, too.

a next part that I want to link direct to this, since it is connected to this <3

[niresenrab]

The 141's biggest traumas

These are headcannons. Some of them are based off of cannon events, and some of them are entirely non-cannon.

TW: death, homophobia, child abuse

Ghost

The death of his nephew

When Simon was young, he'd say his greatest fear would be losing Tommy or his mom. That was until his sister-in-law handed him Joseph for the first time. When that tiny baby hand reached up and grabbed at his crooked nose, he fell in love. He would fight his hardest every single day to make it home to his little Joseph.

Finding his nephew, his reason for living, dead. That was the day Simon Riley died. He never thought he would be able to move on from that, and in a way, he never did. Even though he has been doing better than ever, opening up to his team (to Johnny), he is still haunted at night, thinking about Joseph.

Soap

Entering foster care

Soap was very young when he was taken away from his parents. No older than 5. Still, he remembers the event vaguely. His mother shouting at officers and his father being silently loaded into a police car. He remembers one of his older sisters covering his eyes and a stretcher with a white sheet over it being loaded into an ambulance. He didn't understand fully at the time, but his other sister, Mary, was under that blanket.

Over 20 years later, he hasn't seen any of his family since that day. He didn't want to see his parents, but he always wondered what happened to his sisters. Realistically, he knew that his oldest sister was dead. But the sister that covered his eyes as they were taken by social services, the thought of her keeps him up at night.

He hoped her experience in foster care was better than his. Better than the group home that he desperately tried to escape, even going so far as to try to forge documents so the military would let him enroll sooner. He wondered where she was, what kind of life she was living, why she never reached out to him.

He wants to look into Mary's case. He wants to know what happened. But he knows that if he actually looks into it, he'll never be able to undo the damage it will cause to his mental health. Sometimes not knowing is better.

Price

Coming out

John knew that he was gay from a very young age. His first crush on a boy was in primary school, but growing up in the late 80's to the 90's meant he saw a lot of homophobia. Especially with the epidemic of AIDS being blamed on gay men.

Besides, he grew up in a very religious family. His father was actually pushing him to go into seminary after secondary school, believing that his lack of girlfriends was a sign from God that his son was meant to be a priest.

The day he came out, his father beat him worse than he'd ever been beaten before. Following that, he was given an ultimatum. Either become straight or he was out of the family. So, focused on his own self-preservation, John went back into the closet.

He never became a priest, obviously, but instead went into the military the second he turned 18 in 2003, 3 years after he came out for the first time. It was 2 years after the gay ban was lifted from the British military, but he was still not comfortable coming out.

The second he left for the military, he never spoke to his father again. Other than to send him a save the date to his wedding with Nikolai, at least.

Gaz

Soap's death

Gaz had a good childhood. Parents who loved him and a sister that got on his nerves, but supported him fully. Honestly, his childhood was pretty unremarkable.

As for trauma, almost all of it came from work. Falling for my helicopter was definitely up there for a very long time. Threatening the lives of the Butcher's wife and child kept him up at night for weeks, especially knowing the two of them were left trapped in a room with the body of their husband and father, tied up and blindfolded.

But the worst thing was Soap's death. There was no time to prepare. No time to react. He watched his best friend die and then immediately had to do one of the most stressful things someone can do (disarm a bomb). He didn't get to process the death or grieve properly. It didn't even feel real until they were standing in the Highlands of Scotland, scattering his ashes.

See you down range, brother. We'll take it from here.

[bambisturns]

Sbsf!chris x reader first time.

Beach vacation

Warning: contains smut (a little bit bc its my first time n im shy 🙈), pnv (unprotected dont do this stay safe yall! Reader is also on pill!), name calling (i think just slut tbh) idk lmk what i forgot lol

It was like a ritual at this point, every summer before the new school year your families joined together into going to the beach house in Key West. Both your parents and the triplets parents putting so much money onto buying something that you guys could have and maybe eventually take your own kids one day.

Since it was your last summer with your parents before heading off to college to join your sister and the triplets, everyone was there. Even chris who last year skipped out because it was quote in quote “getting lame”. Today was like any other day. Waking up at 9am and spending most of the day out on the beach, but it was the last day and you were sexually frustrated and sun drained.

You felt awful you knew your parents wanted to have a group dinner together but you havent had alone time in 2 weeks. The frustration building up over time, so while everyone is getting dressed, your still in bed. Your mom knocks on the door “honey, can i come in?” She asks “yea come in.” You say while staring at the ceiling “hey… why arent you dressed?” She asks in a soft manner. Thats the thing with your mom she was so soft spoken it almost made you feel more guilty for the lie you were about to tell.

“Yea im sorry mom, i know how important this dinner was for everyone but im so tired i dont feel good i think im running a fever and i dont want to get anyone sick” you say giving her puppy eyes. “Oh sweetie why didnt you tell us sooner? Let me go let everyone know you wont be joining us. Get some rest okay. And dont forget to finish packing we leave in the morning. I love you.” She says while tucking your blankets around you more and walking out of the room. You let out a sigh of relief.

Its been about 45 minutes since everyone left and you had just got done having the best orgasm of your life. Thank god you were smart enough to pack your rose toy. You get out of bed only wearing a oversized white tee that barely covers your skimpy lacy panties, walking into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, closing the fridge door you turn around see Chris sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone chocking on your water you stare at him with wide eyes “how.. how long have you been here?” You ask feet glued to the floor in fear of his answer.

“Long enough. Don't sound sick to me kid” he says looking over at you eyes trailing down your legs. You tug at the bottom of your shirt moving to stand behind the island counter. “You… fuck, you didnt like hear anything did you?” You ask him again this time avoiding his eyes as he stands up from the couch slowly making his way towards you. “Hear what? You moaning and whimpering like a lil’ bitch? Didn't think you had it in you kid” he says standing across from you. Your cheeks now dusted a rosey color as you lean forward and place your head down in your hands in embarrassment.

“This is so fucking embarrassing” you say still loking down. There is a silence and you hear chris moving. Looking up you see hes beside you “s’not embarrassing kid, s’human nature.” He says looking down at you. ‘God he looks so good’ you thought to yourself. “Pretty embarrassing not gonna lie. Didn't think anyone was home.” You say taking a sip out of your water. “Could tell. You were pretty loud. You know if you fantasize bout me kid least you could do is say sum bout it”

You dont know you got here bent over the island getting your back blown out your mind is completely blank. Chris fucking you from behind has you seeing stars. “Ahh fu-fuck, right there!” You moan out. Trying to find something, anything to grab onto resulting in to you gripping the edge of the counter. “Yea, y’like that? Fucking slut, fantasizin’ bout your sisters best friend?” He grunts out thrusts getting faster. Chris grabs a fist full of your hair yanking you up, back meeting his chest.

“Fu-fuck Chris! Dont st- stop” you ramble on. This is better than any toy any other guy youve ever been with. “Yea? Got you goin dumb on my dick huh slut?” He asks picking up his pace “mmm I-“ you cant even form sentences anymore. Because hes right. Hes literally fucking you stupid. “Shit shit Chris gon- gonna cum!” You sqeak out as he ruthlessly hits your g spot over and over. “Go ‘head cum for me baby” he says keeping his ruthless pace. The coil in your stomach snaps and you release soaking his cock with your orgasm. Going limp against the counter “fuck gonna fill this pussy up. After this your mine you hear me?” He says wrapping his hand around your throat pulling you back to him again.

“Answer me.” He spits out. “Yes! Yours all yours!” You moan out. His pace starts to stutter. With one last stroke he releases inside you painting your gummy walls white. You both stand there for a while trying to catch your breath as he slowly pulls out earning a little hiss from you. He looks down and sees a mixture of both your releases spilling out of you he scoops it onto his finger pushing it back inside. “You better not get pregnant bro.” He says pulling his fingers back helping you pull your panties up.

“Ha ha how are you gonna say that AFTER fucking me? But i wont. Im on the pill.” You say while rolling your eyes and shaking your head. Walking to your room to put some sleep shorts on. You head back to the living just as everyone walks back in from the dinner “oh y/n sweetie what are you doing up?” Your mom asks setting her purse onto the counter. “Oh i just woke up. I was just seeing if Chris was out here because he messaged me saying you asked him to stay back.” You say looking over at Chris who took his seat back on the couch. “Oh yea I’m sorry sweetie i should have told you.” She says looking at you smiling.

“I hope he was a gentleman and helped you with whatever you needed” Marylou chimed in looking over at Chris with a stern look on her face “Dont worry mom I made sure to help her with whatever she needed” he responds, and while no one is looking he shoots you a little smirk. What a fucking tease.

a/n: first time writing smut (a lil bit) idk how i feel ab this ngl 😭

🏷️: @grace-sturnz , @matts-girlfriend , @courta13 , @r0set0y , @thecrawlys

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Louis Tomlinson “The Communist King” is a liar who exploits his fans—Part I

As promised, this post exists thanks to The Mayor of the Hags and her usual “Louis good, Harry bad” nonsense.

Generally speaking, I don’t have a problem with Louis himself—I dislike him, sure, but my real issue is with his fans. This blog is about providing receipts for a fairer fandom, not defending Harry Styles’ honor (god knows he doesn’t need me for that).

That said, The Mayor of the Hags isn’t pulling this out of thin air. Louis Tomlinson is a shady motherfucker and a liar, so let’s get into it.

INTRO

Before we start, a necessary clarification: Understanding someone’s upbringing and economic status in the UK requires knowing its class system—a deeply ingrained structure that goes beyond money.

Yes, Louis’ family was working class. That’s not up for debate. But so were the other four members of One Direction—the difference is, they weren’t marketed that way.

Initially, Louis wasn’t in control of that image either. 1D’s team assigned each member a persona, and his was the “working-class underdog.” His family history—his teen mom, absent dad, and their supposed struggles—was hammered into fans’ heads.

The 1D documentary reinforced this. His mom spoke about their hardships, Louis talked about sharing his wages, and his role as the eldest helping his siblings was a recurring theme. It wasn’t just mentioned—it was drilled in. And while it wasn’t false, it was exaggerated for a narrative.

And this branding wasn’t aimed at class-conscious Brits. Why? Two reasons:

1D’s fanbase was global, which meant most of them wouldn’t grasp UK class nuances.

1D’s fanbase was also mainly pre-teens, so even British fans—it’d mostly flow right by them.

What fans would understand is poverty. That’s what Louis’ branding tapped into.

All five 1D members came from working-class backgrounds. None were well-off. If they really wanted to highlight financial hardship within the group, the person that actually struggled was Zayn—but instead, they were too busy whitewashing him, erasing his Pakistani father, and branding him as “mysterious” to bother. Emphasizing his economic background would’ve clashed with that strategy.

THE REALITY

Louis’ mom, Johannah, was 18 when he was born, and his biological father, Troy Austin, left when Louis was just a baby—both true facts.

Being a teenage single mom can be tough financially, but what often gets overlooked is that Johannah met Mark Tomlinson soon after Troy left. Mark became a father figure to Louis, legally adopted him, and went on to have four more kids with Johannah.

Mark often shares old photos on his Instagram, like the ones below, showing how long he’s been in Louis’ life. In the first, Louis is blowing out four candles on Christmas Eve 1995. In the second, from December 1994, Mark captions it “Christmas past with Louis & Daddy.” These photos confirm Mark was already a father figure to Louis by the time he was two, spending Christmas together and calling himself “Daddy” before Louis turned three.

Louis had a present father who gave him his last name and was there throughout his childhood. Mark and Johannah married and stayed together until late 2010 or early 2011, by which point Louis was already in One Direction, meaning he grew up in a stable two-parent household.

His eldest sister, Lottie, was born in 1998, and his second sister, Félicité, in 2000—when Louis was six and eight years old, respectively.

Around this time, Johannah attended Leeds University and graduated with a degree in Midwifery in 2002. Leeds University confirmed this, featuring her in an alumni magazine alongside Ben Winston, who graduated two years later

For those unfamiliar with the UK education system, studying at Leeds University can be expensive and is considered one of the top universities in the country (though not quite at the level of Oxbridge). To put its prestige into perspective, it was good enough for the son of a Baron—Ben Winston. His father, Baron Robert Winston, has held a seat in the House of Lords since 1995.

The fact that Johannah was able to attend Leeds while raising three children—presumably on just Mark’s paycheck—suggests they were financially stable enough to support her education, their home, and their kids.

Mark worked as a commercial truck salesman, a well-paying role, especially since commercial trucks typically have higher profit margins than regular cars. After graduating, Johannah worked as a midwife at an NHS hospital, a job that also offers a solid income. By 2004, when Louis was 12, Johannah gave birth to twins, Daisy and Phoebe, who appeared as extras on an ITV show, Fat Friends. Johannah also worked as a chaperone on set, where she met James Corden.

Louis had a few TV roles as well, including an extra part in the film If I Had You and in the drama series Waterloo Road.

In the early 2000s, Johannah likely earned £18K–22K a year as a midwife, depending on her band, plus extra income from her chaperone work. Mark’s base salary would’ve been slightly above minimum wage, so around £15K, with commissions potentially doubling or even tripling that, bringing his total income to £30K–60K+.

Together, their combined income would have ranged from £50K to £82K+ annually.

For context, the median household income in Doncaster in 2024 was around £24K. In the 2000s, that figure was likely even lower, meaning the Tomlinsons' combined income would have easily doubled or even tripled the local average.

This was reflected in their lifestyle. The family regularly went on vacations, and Louis went to France every single year since he was born.

Sometimes twice a year…

Going to France every year, sometimes twice a year, for a big family of seven would be nearly impossible for a financially struggling family. While it's not super expensive for a British family to go to France, the frequency and size of the trips suggest the Tomlinsons were financially comfortable, not struggling.

In fact, Louis even taught Harry how to ski—though Harry was supposed to be “the posh one”... Skiing is definitely not a cheap hobby, further highlighting the Tomlinsons' financial stability.

Louis owned a Clio as a teenager, and his girlfriend at the time, Hannah, confirmed it on Twitter. Although her account has since been deleted, you can still find a link to the tweet.

For Americans, this might not seem that significant, but in the UK, it's much less common for teenagers—especially those from lower-income backgrounds—to own a car. In fact, a 2017 poll showed that only 55% of people aged 18-29 owned any car or motor vehicle (including bikes). And that’s up to age twenty-nine.

In the UK, you can't drive until you're 17. By 2012, only 10% of 17-year-olds had a driver's license, according to the Department for Transport.

This highlights how rare it was for Louis to not only drive but also own his own car. If he was able to sell it when he moved to London with One Direction, then it clearly wasn’t a family car.

Louis also owned a mid-tier smartphone, a laptop with editing software (for uploading covers to his YouTube channel), gaming consoles, and expensive clothes. He took acting lessons and even owned a keyboard.

The Tomlinsons lived in a detached house in Bessacarr, the most expensive part of Doncaster. Detached houses are typically the most desirable types of property since they don't share walls with neighbors. In contrast, semi-detached homes and terraced houses are more common in working-class areas.

A TikToker from the area did a tour of Louis’ childhood home and his grandparents’ house (neither of which are owned by the family anymore). The Tomlinsons had owned the detached house since at least Lottie’s early childhood.

I want to make this clear: none of this means his family was wealthy, nor does it erase their working-class status. The area they lived in, their family history, and the jobs they held were all firmly working class. With such a large family, they likely faced financial difficulties, especially when Louis was younger.

What this does negate, however, is Louis’ repeated claims of severe financial hardship—his insistence that they were a low-income family who couldn’t afford anything.

Louis' constant emphasis on his struggles feels forced, like a strategy to appear relatable despite being a millionaire charging fans—who are actually struggling, in some cases—premium prices. His image is a caricature, and we’ll continue to deconstruct it. He didn’t just exaggerate; he outright lied about some of these claims.

At some point, I may dedicate a post to Harry’s background, but for now, it’s important to note that while he was marketed as “posh,” he actually came from a working-class family, facing many of the same struggles as Louis. Although his family lived in more affluent areas for part of his childhood, his childhood home was a terraced house, described as “humble” in publications.

Before settling in Holmes Chapel, Harry’s family lived in Evesham and above a pub in Northwich, both of which were far less affluent. His parents separated when he was seven, and his mother remarried, only to separate again when Harry was twelve. Both Harry and his sister, Gemma, were latchkey kids due to their mother's long working hours.

Robin, Harry's stepdad, didn’t come into his life until Harry was 13/14, and they didn’t marry until Harry was 19. By then, Harry had been in 1D for years. While Robin was wealthier, he was only a significant presence in Harry’s life for a very short period prior to the band.

So why was Harry marketed as “posh”? Every pop band has a “posh” member. In Take That, it was Gary Barlow. In the Spice Girls, they went all in and literally nicknamed Victoria Adams “Posh Spice.” It’s a strategy to ensure all audiences have someone they can relate to. But since all the members of One Direction were decidedly working class, the closest one to “posh” was Harry—simply by virtue of living in a slightly more affluent area. (Crewe, where Holmes Chapel is located, has a median income just £2K above Doncaster’s, so while property and education were definitely “higher level,” it was nowhere near the vast difference we were led to believe).

Perceptions of British social class aside, Louis and Harry’s financial realities were strikingly similar. In fact, on paper, Louis seemed to live with a bit more luxury—at least until Robin entered the picture.

THE HAMMERING

Louis was marketed by 1D’s team as the “working-class lad,” with a heavy emphasis on financial struggles and his family background. While this wasn’t his responsibility, once he went solo, he fully embraced it, making it a core part of his brand.

It’s normal to mention your background in interviews, but what’s odd is when it appears in every single one of them. Take this one from Noisey (now Vice) in 2017, where he’s introduced as:

The fact that Louis’ background was so average, so relatable, was already inherently part of his appeal. Rather than trying to shrug off his working class Northern roots, he vehemently embraced them. There was nothing about Louis that screamed ‘showbiz.’ He didn’t come from money. He hadn’t been to Brit School.

They then position him as the opposite of the other 1D members, especially Harry. (They even link an article where they snobbishly criticize Harry, but I won’t dive into that here to avoid getting derailed.)

Even today, seven years later, when he couldn’t live a life further from what he grew up knowing, he clings onto his background with an almost commendable stubbornness. While the others from the band—particularly Harry Styles and Zayn Malik, and even Liam Payne to a certain degree—seem to revel in the starry sheen of pop fame by dating other high-profile figures, being seen on the front row at fashion shows or stumbling out of A-list parties and having the sort of meticulously crafted marketing campaigns that are designed to create intrigue, Louis has always appeared to shy away from that side of things; with one foot cautiously dipped into the lifestyle, and the other firmly on the ground.

Louis would then go on about Doncaster, how his mates kept him grounded, and how he doesn’t like the Hollywood party scene. That’s basically the theme of every interview he’s had since, up until today.

I can’t think of anything more boring than going through all of Louis’ interviews in detail, so I’ll just share short snippets with sources of a few of them instead.

HYPEBEAST - 2023

Many know Louis Tomlinson as a Doncaster lad-turned-pop-icon and part of era-defining boyband, One Direction. But despite his superstar status, the 31-year-old has never lost touch with his relaxed Northern soul. It’s been central to everything he puts his mind to, from music to football… and now, fashion.

That’s how it starts, btw.

FAR OUT MAGAZINE - 2019

His working-class Yorkshire heritage, he told me, is what has made him the man he is today: “You’ve got to be fucking humble where we’re from you know what I mean? Because otherwise you get called out like ‘who the fuck do you think you are?’”. The greatest takeaway from our conversation is that Louis Tomlinson is still that music enthusiast that entered the music industry in 2010 who, despite all the success and fame, has managed to stay grounded.

A music enthusiast who hasn’t learned how to play a single instrument in 15 years and cannot talk about songwriting coherently for the life of him. Sure. Whatever you say.

THE GUARDIAN - 2017

Tomlinson gives the example of how he first became famous. Born in Doncaster in 1991 he was raised by his mother, Johannah Deakin, and later also by her new partner Mark Tomlinson. (...)  And as a self-aware northerner, from a proudly working class family (...)

“Later also,” the wording implies much later, not at TWO YEARS OLD. I also thought they might not mention his family was working class in one interview. Alas.

THE GUARDIAN - 2019

As a child, growing up in Doncaster with his mum Johannah, who raised him alone until she married Tomlinson’s stepfather, he loved performing. “I liked to be the class clown, I liked to make people laugh, to show off, all that.” When his younger twin sisters were cast on TV dramas, he would sometimes go along as their chaperone, earning £30. “Where I’m from, we don’t have anyone who’s been on TV or anything like that, so it was super-exciting,” he says. He ended up picking up work as an extra. “The pinnacle of my acting career was one line on an ITV drama. I don’t even know if they used my scene,” he says with a laugh. When he was 15, he joined a drama group in Barnsley, which his mum would take him to when she could afford it. “I think I was confused, thinking I wanted to act when actually what I wanted to do was perform.”

Once again, minimizing the role of his stepfather to paint this picture of a single mom. Mark raised him for SIXTEEN YEARS. Johannah was a single mom for TWO.

She took him to lessons “when she could afford it.” The constant drilling of these financial struggles drips drips drips from every single word in every single interview. This interview in particular will be brought up later again.

THE GUARDIAN - 2022

I worked at Doncaster Rovers as the guy you bought the pies off. We had a little scheme. If the pie fell on the floor, even foil side up, it couldn’t be sold. I didn’t have a lot of money at the time, so a lot went overboard, because the pies were banging. I’ve not been on a night out in Doncaster for years. It’s a combination of being too busy and the fact there’s always a chancer who wants to give you a slap. I don’t want to get my head kicked in. I’m low-maintenance. I don’t have any major diva requests. As long as I’ve got coffee and cigarettes, I’m sound.

THE TELEGRAPH - 2022

Scruffily unshaven, in gym wear and trainers, the 30-year-old hops up to open a window, while chatting away in a friendly and engaged manner. “I never really chose this life,” he insists, with a strong Doncaster accent (though he lives in Hertfordshire now). “I auditioned for X Factor and crossed me fingers. And now, here I am.”

In. Every. Interview. He has to tack that in. He just has to.

METRO - 2022

“That’s the sound that I would say defined growing up for me. That kind of music is big in the North of England full stop and especially in working class town-forward-slash-just-been-made-a-city Doncaster. I spent a lot of my time as a young lad in this indie bar called Priory, and that’s how I discovered a lot about music that I’ve grown up to love.”

This one is hilarious, because the question was about what type of music he liked and why. He could be asked what he had for breakfast and he’d reply, “Well, as a working-class lad from Doncaster...” To be perfectly honest? I presume he already has said something to that effect.

“UNDER THE TONGUE”, Adidas Documentary - 2024

“We didn’t have a load of money when I were younger, so I didn’t have great boots growing up. Like anyone who didn’t have a pair of Predators, of course I always aspired to have a pair.”

It’s a 2-minute appearance and he manages to sneak that in. Insanity.

This talking point is persistent in everything he does. Even in stuff like his track-by-track commentary, particularly for his second album, FitF.

The man wore hammer and sickle clothes, for crying out loud.

The literal communist symbol. I’m not here to do the meme...

But I am here to tell you that a communist Louis Tomlinson is not. He exploits his fans, especially his most ardent ones, who tend to be the ones who suffer economic hardships the most—the ones he’s trying to be relatable to. The ones who see themselves in his inane discourse. But we’ll get to that.

His whole “anarchy” as an asthetic—particularly as a tattoo— is grating as fuck.

Louis is a multi-millionnaire who hoards wealth through very little hardship and who nowadays makes a ton of money with the least amount of effort. This goes against the very fabric of the anarchist movement.

He’s also a very proud Englishman who even in fucking INDIA pointed to a fan wearing an England shirt in the audience:

Overt nationalism coming from a self-ascribed anarchist, particularly from one who comes from a colony system as cruel and long-lived as the British Empire over India, is the exact opposite of what anarchism stands for.

Remember when he did an entire music video for his main solo single in 2017 in Doncaster:

Whatever, cool, if it wasn’t for the fact that it came with an entire round of press with this as a central talking point. And a behind the scenes music video where the main focus is once again, Doncaster and how working class it is.

He also wrote a couple of songs about this or related to it, particularly Common People:

And with this song, we start the next section.

THE LIES

If he was simply hyper-focused on this upbringing of his—despite the fact that he’s spent about half his life living as a millionnaire already and well, everything else I’ve already covered, it’d be a little comical, whatever, but he outright lies and exaggerates constantly.

The lyrics to Common People... the only reason he gets away with these lies is that he’s not successful enough for non-fans to notice, and his fans would jump off a building if he asked them to.

I came from a good home A house full of terraced dreams That was enough for me You know, you had to see it to believe

You... you didn’t live in a terraced house, Louis. You lived in a quite big detached house in Bessaccar, with a two-income household that doubled (maybe even tripled) the median for the area. WHY ARE YOU OUTRIGHT LYING? You know who lived in terraced/semi-detached houses? ALL OF YOUR 1D BANDMATES. And NONE OF THEM made their working-class background their entire personality!

It’s insidious, the way he lies. In his documentary, he has his grandparents talk about how little money his mom had and how they lived in a little apartment. Then Louis says that his biological dad left him and he was alone with his mom, but that he didn’t “miss the love of a father” because his mom “doubled that.”

Then Lottie talks about how he had four sisters, and Louis takes over and says he loved being “the only lad.” The implication being here that his mother was taking care of five children on her own. That there was no father.

All of this conversation happens over footage of Louis, his mom, and his sisters. He completely erases his stepfather from a huge chunk of his life. A stepfather that was there for him since he was two. There are not even pictures of Mark during this segment, a feat that was probably quite hard to accomplish, considering he was literally there. This was part of an extended trailer for the documentary, meaning the part most people would watch (from 2 mins on).

Of course, you could try to find a way to justify it, somehow. Maybe he’s not on good terms with his stepdad? Maybe his stepdad did something or something happened, and Louis made the operative decision not to include him for that reason? But his stepdad is in the documentary. In fact, he shows up right after this section to talk about Louis auditioning for Grease when he was a teenager.

So, the decision to completely erase his stepdad—the man who adopted him and gave him his last name when he was a toddler—from a huge chunk of his life, specifically highlighting his and his mom’s struggles, is simply glaring. It’s obviously purposeful. It’s trying to rewrite history and present a completely different reality. One could maybe overlook it as a strange decision, but with no ulterior motives, if Louis hadn’t spent the last several years of his solo career continuously underlining his “struggles” every step of the way.

But he does. Victimization is one of his biggest tools, and being “a working class lad” is at the forefront of this image.

He lied when he said that his mom took him to drama class “when she could afford it” considering in other interviews he said he just wasn’t consistent with it.

He talked about not being able to afford expensive clothes, but he... did.... he owned expensive clothes. He didn’t own designer clothes. But he owned expensive clothes. He even tweeted about buying them before joining the band.

He lied when he said that he couldn’t afford the boots he wanted. Louis you had multiple jobs. You were well-off enough to afford a car. Don’t piss me the fuck off. Maybe your mom didn’t think it was a good idea to spend £150 on overpriced boots, when perfectly good ones could go for as cheap as £60 to £30, but that’s called BEING MIDDLE CLASS. It’s not, “we didn’t have a lot of money.”

He’s so detached from reality that he thinks not being able to splash out buying Predator Adidas is somehow a class signifier. LOUIS, MOST KIDS HAD PARENTS WHO WOULD REFUSE THAT SORT OF SHALLOW SPENDING.

The way he frames things, the way he insists on this talking point. He probably has bought his own lies at this point. There are a ton of others, but they’re smaller. Just white lies. It’d take me forever to break them down one by one, but the thing about them is that they add up to create a picture that simply isn’t true.

THE SHADE

He uses this marketing strategy of his to throw shade at... well, at a lot of people. You’ve seen how one of the earliest articles of his solo career positioned him against Harry, Liam, and Zayn. Also against the obscure figure of “the A-list celebrity.” Against popstars.

Mainly, though, his antagonist is Harry. He throws a lot of shade towards Harry, but never with his chest.

Remember that 2019 The Guardian interview that I said would come up again?

“If I went back to Doncaster and I was dripping in Gucci or whatever, I’d probably get whacked. I’m always very conscious of not acting too big for my boots. It’s the people around me who keep me sane and normal, because they give me insight into real life.”

He said that in September 2019, just a couple of weeks after Harry became the most visible Gucci ambassador and the face of their gender neutral fragrance

But shade aside, because that was 100% purposeful, just two years before saying this... he was dripping with Gucci, and Stella McCartney, and Off White... where? Yep, in Doncaster.

And his “mates” were right there...

And no, it wasn’t an isolated event. He wore Gucci a ton of times. He wore Gucci when hanging out with friends, walking down the street, at concerts, etc. It wasn’t that a stylist put him in a brand and he had no idea or anything like that.

The man, to this day, wears a ton of designer clothes. Prada, Alexander Wang, Burberry, Balenciaga, Givenchy, Armani. Dior, Balmain, Ralph Lauren. There’s nothing wrong with that, of course. The problem is that he acts like wearing these clothes would be that he’d be ashamed to be caught doing. As if he was the opposite of everything Harry represents (something that The Mayor of the Hags constantly drones about).

It’s extremely hypocritical because he does the same thing.

Harry just wears cute clothes, mostly. Sometimes trippy. Louis wears sweatpants that cost a fortune for no reason. Which is fine—he’s a filthy rich celebrity. JUST FUCKING OWN IT, MAN.

A few months after Harry’s debut album came out—a concise record that was 10 tracks long and lasted 40:18 mins—Louis was asked if his debut album would have more than 10 tracks, to which he replied:

That... that is not how music works. Music is art. The important part of music is that it’s good, that it moves something in you, that you enjoy it. If anything, the important part of it in terms of value is if it has replay. I’ve legit never seen anyone else say “value for money” in terms of tracks on an album. He’s so fucking try-hard and corny.

ANYWAY, Louis’ debut album, despite the Communist King’s comments, did have more than 10 tracks... 12, to be exact. It was, incidentally, shorter than HS1, clocking at 39:30 mins. So, by Louis’ own definition, I guess that’s... not value for money?

We covered the other instances of shade already, like when he shaded Harry for not taking drugs while he was in 1D. And there are, of course, others, but they’re not necessarily tied to this whole class/money thing—that I can remember! If you have more examples, feel free to send them over and I’ll add them.

His fans do the heavy lifting for him on this topic. Because he has repeated these talking points so many times that they automatically attack Harry with them.

Louis has somehow convinced them that when he pisses on them, it’s rain. Because make no mistake, The Communist King, pisses on his fans. And that’s what we’ll talk about in part II.

THE STANDARD INTERVIEW

So, we arrived at the last part of this post. It’s funny because I started writing it before this interview came out.

[The following few paragraphs are background info on the writer and the publication. If you want to skip to the interview analysis, you can!

It was written by Joe Bromley, Fashion Editor at The Standard. Bromley’s career dates back to ES Magazine, a key publication in cultural influence. He joined The Evening Standard in 2021 and became junior writer in 2023, with a meteoric rise to editor. He’s also contributed to Lampoon Mag, Yahoo UK, and The Irish Independent. The Evening Standard is a reputable publication in its own right.

Of course, Louis’ fans tried to claim that Bromley is “a Harrie” or was paid by Harry’s team to write such a negative piece. The evidence for this? A year ago, he wrote one article about Harry. It’s not overtly positive and has some snide comments and shade, but it leans positive overall. Otherwise, there’s no connection between them. Bromley doesn’t even follow Harry on social media. He does follow Harry Lambert (Harry’s stylist) and Alessandro Michele, but both are designers, so, as a Fashion Editor, it’s his job to follow them.

Naturally, no one can organically be bemused by Louis’ ridiculous attempt at branding. Joe must be on someone’s payroll!

Why would Harry’s team care to do this? Well, The Hags have somehow convinced themselves that, despite Louis’ solo career going nowhere while Harry’s has skyrocketed, Harry (or his team) is somehow very threatened by Louis and his potential. They can’t explain why anyone—let alone Harry Styles—would be threatened by someone who can’t sing, can’t play any instruments, has the charisma of a cardboard box, and takes zero care of his physical appearance. But, you know, if you repeat something enough times, even if you can’t back it up, it becomes reality.]

Louis describes himself as “chavvy.” This isn’t the first time he’s done this—he’s used the term multiple times.

And this, this misuse of the term chav and what it implies, is exactly why his whole persona is so problematic.

A chav is not simply a young person from a working-class background whose parents didn’t allow them to buy Adidas Predators. A chav is a term that implies actual struggle. It implies growing up on a council estate or a deprived neighborhood, not being able to afford food, lacking access to proper education, enduring an unstable home environment, and growing up surrounded by violence. It implies being unsafe and ostracized by society.

Louis faced none of this. He grew up in a stable, two-parent, two-income household that earned double the median income, with access to technology, education, and a supportive family. He lived in a beautiful, affluent neighbourhood. He owned a fucking car. He might have been a little rowdy and couldn’t afford very expensive boots—that doesn’t make him a chav.

A regular person could describe themselves as a chav without “earning it,” and we could have a lighthearted discussion on whether that’s appropriate. But Louis isn’t a regular person. He’s been crafting this persona for years. He’s been building this fake background since he first went solo, and now, as a fucking millionaire, he’s using it as an excuse to sell overpriced apparel to young girls.

To some degree, it’s reminiscent of the conversation about Harry and queerness. So, why is it problematic for Louis to do this and not for Harry? There are three main reasons.

Harry hasn’t claimed an identity that doesn’t belong to him. In fact, he’s deliberately not claimed any. Queerness isn’t something we can physically measure—it’s something inherent that can change and evolve. No one could assert that he’s lying if he did claim it, but the fact is, he hasn’t. Louis, on the other hand, has. Loudly, repeatedly. He slapped the chav label on himself, a label that can be physically measured, and one he decidedly hasn’t earned.

What Harry adopted is an aesthetic. Aesthetics can’t be copyrighted, and there’s nothing inherently problematic about adopting one. In fact, it would be problematic to assume someone is part of a specific community because of the clothes they wear. If Louis had simply adopted a “chav aesthetic,” it might be a little cringe at his 33 years of age, but there’d be nothing wrong with it.

Harry is not ascribing or perpetuating negative stereotypes to queerness or to the aesthetic surrounding it... As you’re about to see, Louis is.

This caricature Louis creates only serves to denigrate and vilify the working class he wants to use for his image. The portrayal of being loud, irresponsible, constantly partying, not dressing up for events, cursing inappropriately, and showing disinterest in culture is rooted in harmful stereotypes. It normalizes them, especially for his global audience, many of whom wouldn’t fully understand what the term even means.

“There’s a very, very chavvy aesthetic in Doncaster, at least when I was growing up. That’s exactly who I am and the kind of stuff that I like.”

This quote highlights exactly what’s wrong with his persona. For most people deemed “chavs” in the real world, it’s not an aesthetic—it’s their lives. It’s their prospects for the future. It’s the violence they face every day, the deprivation, and the pain of broken households. They can’t just put on a “chav costume” and use it to sell overpriced, glorified merch to teenagers, then take it off when it’s no longer convenient.

“I don’t think it’s a bad word, not to me.”

Well, it doesn’t matter what it means to you, Louis. I know it might be hard to believe, but you’re not the center of the universe. What matters is what the term means culturally and the negative connotations it carries. The term chav is generally deemed as social racism. Its connotations are overwhelmingly negative—they have affected entire generations of low-income men and women. And you’re helping prolong the stigma.

“To me it’s about culture. It might mean other things to other people.”

What culture? You know nothing about culture. You’ve admitted you don’t read books, explore cities, try new foods, or listen to other genres of music. In this very interview, you even admitted you can’t name a single thing you like about London—one of the most culturally rich cities in the world, where you’ve lived for almost half your life. You also admitted you wouldn’t even know where to move if you wanted to.

You have no grasp of culture. You’re entitled, privileged, and have the narrowest view of the world. It’s not that “chav” might mean other things to other people—it’s that it does. But you wouldn’t know that, because that would require you to take your eyes off your own navel for two seconds.

Your understanding of the world and what being working class means hasn’t evolved since you were 18. You don’t have an adult perspective on the cultural and socioeconomic struggles that come with being low income and marginalized. It’s why you equate not being able to buy Adidas Predators with “not having money.” You didn’t experience actual deprivation or marginalization as a child, had everything you could ever wish for as soon as you became an adult, and never showed an ounce of curiosity to dig deeper or gain at least an outsider’s perspective.

You’re a fraud. The editor of The Standard saw right through you. That’s why he pointed out your actual height and the fact that you wear concealer. It’s why he implied that you weren’t being genuine when you went on about loving your fans’ invasive attitude. It’s why he demeaned your clothing line and your environment.

Your fans will continue to make excuses for your shortcomings. They’ll keep blaming everyone else for it—your management, your label, your PR agent, your friends, your sisters, Harry Styles, Harry Styles’ team, Harry Styles’ fans—anyone but the real culprit: YOU.

Everyone else sees right through it.

Part II should be up shortly. And, if I dare say so myself, it’s particularly cutting.

[aevris]

pokemon AU doodles featuring xan's parents' vaporeon

[whoblewboobear]

Jace was totally a Hudol kid right?

He failed wizardry 101 three years in a row, he probably hooked up with your crush, ​he was voted most likely to be arrested on account of all the pranks he pulled around campus. He smokes cigarettes in the parking lot. He’s at the top of his sorcery classes and his name is on everyone’s lips, he’s Jace Stardiamond and if you don’t know him, then maybe you’re just not cool enough to.

By the time he’s a junior, everyone has an idea of who he is but when he’s alone with himself, he has a hard time deciding if he knows who he is. Every moment of his life he’s been told the whos, whats and whys and he feels trapped inside of the labels and high standards so he takes comfort in the unknown.

For once he finally feels in tune with his magic. He doesn’t need to know where it comes from when it comes to him as easy as breathing. He still has such a keen eye for it, though. He approaches sorcery with such a precision and resolve that leaves people in awe of him, the attention doesn’t hurt either.

He always admired that quality in the wizards surrounding him, there’s no reason he can’t borrow that kind of self discipline for himself if it leads to better self discovery.

Still, he can’t take the way his old wizardry textbooks mock him from where they live on his bookshelf. He finds a home for them far at the top of his closet and doesn’t look back.

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Is2g the way he told Adaine he couldn’t take a level of wizard, “I tried.” And then him saying he always thought wizards were a bit stinky has haunted me since the finale aired. That man has a deep vendetta associated with wizardry, you just know it. That shit haunts him.

[raddest-laddest]

ok. someone’s gonna have to come get my dad or i’m gonna tweak.

[voulezloux]

tw abuse in the tags

[nexus-nebulae]

another childhood bucket list item obtained: i finally have a snuggie

[purrvaire]

good omens season 2 + text posts I have on my phone - aziraphale's version

1 / 2 / 3

[fappellmoan]

my one friend going to LA on this trip is gonna make me spend time around her boyfriend 😐 can he just go sit in a room somewhere instead while we go out.