#when Louis is done with his tour in 3 days

[twopoppies]

H is agreeing to take photos with fans now after saying no for like a year - hs4 is definitely coming!

Oh, I just wondered the same thing. WeI’ll see! I’m so ready for new music from him.

[daisyblog]

Shattered Hearts

Our Story Masterlist Summary: The argument that led to Harry and YN going on a break.

Warning: panic attack, shouting, swearing, arguing, angry!harry, angry!yn, smoking

Walking through the dark and lonely door was hard. YN had been practically living in Doncaster for the last few weeks, helping her grandparents with the older twins and being there as extra support for Lottie and Felicite.

Being surrounded by her family and being their support meant YN had a distraction from her own feelings. She didn’t have time to think about herself because she was too focused on her sisters. Her Nan had told her to go back home for a few days to be just YN.

If she was being honest, she didn’t want to. Being by herself meant she felt more, thought more and cried more.

For the first few days YN was back in London, she managed to keep busy. She had a few work deadlines to complete and walking Teddy as much as she could was a good distraction as she walked around the Heath with her earphones in.

She was missing Harry terribly whilst he was tour. Being in different time zones and his schedule being so chaotic meant they hardly spoke and if they did it was quick conversation before Harry was rushed off the phone.

Life had become so different for YN. She felt like her days were the same, the same routine everyday. She was just existing whilst the world carried on around her.

YN could feel the heavy feeling in her chest all day, but she had done her best to try and ignore it. Keeping herself distracted helped, but it was only a matter of time before the panic struck.

The feeling began in her chest; the tightness felt intense as she sat on the edge of the king sized bed. YN closed her eyes, praying the feeling would go away.

Her heartbeat thumped with no rhythm as she desperately gasped for breath, struggling to catch it has it left her body.

As YN sat on the edge of the bed, she opened her eyes only to see the room spin. The dizziness sparked her eyes to blink in worry. Her hand came up to hold her head, making no difference as her body continued to fight.

“Harry”.

“Harry”.

“Harry”.

The only person she thought could help right now. But no matter how many times she repeated his name, he didn’t come. How could he? He was a flight away.

It wasn’t the first panic attack she’d had, so she knew eventually it would end but waiting for that moment was torture.

Somehow in her fuzzy mind, she remembered the 333 grounding rule that Harry had helped her with many times before.

Identify 3 objects: book, wardrobe, mirror

Identify 3 sounds: the traffic outside, the tv downstairs, Teddy chewing at his toy

Move 3 body parts: head, foot, hand

Breathing gently and calmly, she began to feel her body and mind relax as she came down from her panic. She still felt uneasy but being able to breathe freely was something she took advantage of.

Blindly moving her hand around the duvet next to her, she found her phone. YN quickly found the one name she needed right now. Harry.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

No answer.

YN’s panic had turned into anger as she needed to feel relief from something. She sat in thought as she waited for her mind to find that fix. She was about to give up, when she remembered Louis always kept a spare pack of cigarettes in the guest bedroom in case he ever stayed.

Her feet trudged along the landing to the guest bedroom. Every draw was searched until her eyes landed on the box she had been looking for. Taking a white stick from its home and placing it between her lips felt unfamiliar but YN wasted no time lighting the end of the cigarette with the lighter.

She breathed in, allowing the smoke to fill her lungs as she let out a shaky breath. And for once, she sat in a room full of smoke trying to blow all her problems away.

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Harry thought it was unusual for YN not to reply to any of his texts or phone calls but arriving home from tour for a couple of days, told him everything he needed to know.

He opened the front door and the silence hit him. The house was always full of noise, whether that was YN blaring music or clumsily trying to move something from one room to another.

Being greeted by a loud silence raised concern. Harry quickly left his suitcase by the front door, desperately trying to find YN. His search didn’t take long as he found YN spread out on the sofa, smoke surrounding her as she brought the white stick up to her mouth. Teddy’s pleading eyes found Harry from his place in his dog bed.

“Oh look who finally turned up”. Her tone caught Harry by surprise. It was bitter with a tad of sarcasm.

“Babe?”. He was confused. YN would usually be running into his arms, excited to see him. “Why are you smoking?”.

YN scoffed, a humorous laugh leaving her lips. “Of course you’d only focus on me smoking”. She brought the cigarette back up to her mouth before blowing the smoke back out, her eyes not leaving Harry’s, daring him to say more.

“What-What’s going on?”. Harry nibbled on his bottom lip in rhythm to his heartbeat that was pounding against his chest.

YN shrugged her shoulders in stubbornness, pushing the cigarette out against the small glass tray. “You tell me!”.

Harry frowned in confusion, his fingers scratching at his forehead. “Well, I come home thinking I was going to have a lovely welcome and…and here we are having some sort of silent argument…and out of no where you’re smoking”.

“Where were you on Friday night after your show?”. YN asked, confidence heavy in her voice.

“I was out with Jeff, Mitch and a few others from the band and crew”. Harry explained, still standing near the doorway. “Why? What shit have you read this time?”.

YN could hear the annoyance in Harry’s voice, which riled her even more. “I phoned you…you didn’t answer…I thought maybe you were busy or whatever…but when I saw photos of you at the club that night, your phone was in your hand majority of the night…but you didn’t phone me back until the next afternoon”.

Harry threw his hands up in frustration. “For fuck sake YN…you’re in a mood with me over not answering a fucking phonecall…do you not know how fucking ridiculous that is!”.

“I needed you Harry!”. YN shouted out in anger.

“You always fucking need me…you don’t know how hard it is on tour…performing most nights, straight to the studio…early mornings and late nights…someone always needing me for something…you just don’t understand, it’s so fucking hard sometimes”. YN was stunned, almost lost for words at Harry’s outburst.

There was silence between them until YN broke it. “You’re right…I don’t know how hard it is to be doing your job…but I do know what it’s like to have to sit with my little sisters until they fall asleep because they miss Mum…I do know what it’s like to listen to my baby brother and sister ask where their Mummy is…I do know what it’s like to listen to my grandparents crying through the wall thinking nobody can hear them because they miss their daughter…I do know what it’s like to have to step up into that role and try my best to keep them all happy and safe, because that’s what my Mum would have wanted”.

Harry’s gaze stared at the floor as he listened to YN. But what scared him the most was the fact that she didn’t speak with anger, frustration or annoyance, her voice was gentle.

“So yeah…I’m fucking sorry I can’t relate to your perfect pop star life at the moment”. YN watched as Harry stared at her with hurt.

“I’m sorry”. Harry’s voice whispered.

YN knew the next few words were going to cause more upset, but she felt this was the only way that her and Harry were going to deal with their emotions right now. “I think we should go on a break”.

Harry’s head shot up quicker than YN thought it would. “No!”. He shook his head a few times in disbelief. “No…no…we can’t”. The tears picked at the corner of his eyes.

“As much as this kills me…it’s for the best right now…you said it yourself, tours stressful and demanding…and I’m needed back home right now”. YN felt her own tears form in her eyes. “It’s not like the long distance is working, we don’t even talk everyday anymore”.

Harry felt like he was feeling all the emotions right now. He was sad, upset and angry, but the anger took over. “Fine…I’ll go to Gems and stay…but I think it’s silly to break up over me not answering a stupid fucking call!”.

YN closed her eyes in defeat because Harry couldn’t see the bigger picture that they were both going through difficult situations right now. She didn’t want him to feel guilty, she knew he was upset and angry, but that ‘stupid fucking call’ was a cry for help.

She watched as he grabbed his suitcase that sat by the front door. “I called because I was having a panic attack…and you’re the only person that can make me feel safe during them”.

Harry knew he should have said something, ran back to YN and wrapped her in his arms. But with the heated argument and the emotions surrounding them, Harry continued to walk through the door with guilt. Leaving two shattered hearts.

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[iamgonnagetyouback]

𝟷.𝟼𝚔 || 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 (PART 1)

♡ ︎ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: The constant tours, postponed dates, and then Sirius again leaving for a tour makes you realize you couldn't do it.

♡ ︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Angst

♡ ︎ꜱʜɪᴘ: rockstar!Sirius Black x reader

♡ ꜱᴏɴɢ: Miss you by Louis Tomlinson

♡ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ : part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

The small flat echoed with the sound of Sirius’s voice, sharp and cutting like glass. His hair, wild and unkempt from the stress of the last few months on tour, framed his face as he stood in the middle of the room, his hands trembling with frustration. You were standing by the window, staring out into the darkened London street, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill.

“I don’t know what you want me to do!” Sirius's voice was loud, almost desperate. “I can’t stop touring! This is my life, it’s what I do! And you—” He paused, running a hand through his hair, “You knew this when we got together.”

Your heart clenched, fingers gripping the fabric of your sleeves as you turned to face him. “I did know, but I didn’t know it would feel like this. Like I’m losing you bit by bit, every single day. You’re never here, Sirius! And when you are, it’s like we’re on different planets.”

He stepped forward, his leather boots heavy on the wooden floor. “What do you expect, Y/N? It’s not like you’re always here either! You’re off doing your shows, writing music, going on your tours! We both have this life!”

The room felt smaller with every second that passed, the tension between the two of you thick and suffocating. You shook your head, tears slipping down your cheeks now, your voice a trembling whisper, “It’s different.��

Sirius narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms defensively. “How is it different, then? Tell me how it’s any different than what James and Lily have. They’ve managed. I don’t see Lily breaking up with James because he’s always away for Quidditch.”

Your jaw tightened, anger sparking in your chest. “That’s because Lily’s not a bloody singer, Sirius!” you spat. “She can take time off. She can choose when to be with James. We don’t have that luxury! When I’m on tour, you’re not. And when you’re on tour, I’m not. We’re never in the same place. We’re never on the same page!”

His face softened for a brief moment, his lips parting as if he wanted to say something, but then the hardness returned. “So what are you saying?” His voice was quieter now, almost hollow. “You want out?”

The question hung in the air like a heavy weight. You felt your heart break a little more at the thought, but deep down, you had already made up your mind. You couldn’t keep doing this. Not to yourself. Not to him.

“I can’t keep pretending this is working,” you whispered, barely able to get the words out. “It’s tearing me apart, Sirius. I love you, but this… this isn’t love anymore. It’s just pain.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Sirius’s expression was unreadable, but you could see the hurt in his eyes, the disbelief. He took a step back, shaking his head. “So that’s it then? You’re just… done?”

You couldn’t respond, couldn’t find the words to explain how much this was killing you inside. All you could do was nod, biting down on your lip to keep from sobbing.

Sirius stood there for a long moment, staring at you, his fists clenched at his sides. Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and stormed towards the door, grabbing his leather jacket off the chair as he went.

James, Remus, and Peter were sitting in the living room, having heard bits of the argument through the walls. They exchanged glances as Sirius passed, his face a storm of emotion. James stood up, reaching out as if to stop him. “Mate, wait—”

“Don’t,” Sirius snapped, not even looking back. “Just don’t.”

And with that, he was gone, the door slamming shut behind him.

As the sound echoed through the flat, you collapsed to your knees by the door, sobs wracking your body. You pressed your forehead against the cold wood, your heart feeling like it was being torn apart. The life you had built with Sirius, the love you thought would last forever, had crumbled in an instant, and all you were left with was the emptiness.

From the living room, you could hear James whisper something to Remus, but their voices were distant, drowned out by the sound of your sobs. You couldn’t stop. You didn’t want to stop. It felt like if you did, you would lose the last piece of him that you had left.

But deep down, you knew it was already gone.

[dreamings-free]

Louis about LT3

a summary UPDATED 6/10/24

Sep 2022 first time Louis mentions a 3rd album. Louis is quoted in Euphoria Magazine saying: “Ideally, I’d like to try and write the next record before I go on tour next year. I want to do something similar to what I’ve done this past year.” (but from what we know now it seems it didn't play out that way..)

Sep 14th 2022 Louis leaves a comment on Faith In The Future co-writer Nico Rebscher's instagram post about Out Of My System saying "Can’t wait to do more on the next album!"

Jan 2023 Louis is on holiday in Cabo, Mexico and is spotted travelling with his guitar - maybe in case inspiration strikes!?

Feb 22nd 2023 Louis is seen "a tiny village with a recording studio in it". A few days later both Louis and Matt Vines likes an instagram post by Faith In The Future co-writer David Sneddon captioned "Spent the week at @ angelicstudiouk with friends and heroes." Another FITF co-writer Theo Hutchcraft is seen in one of the photos.

May 11th 2023 Louis tweets: "Also probably shouldn’t mention this so early in the process but I’m feeling really confident creatively, just finished a week of writing and it was unbelievable. Exciting!"

May 13th 2023 When asked about the next album at the LA screening of All Of Those Voices, he answered: “I recently just started, yeah. The majority have been my own, but some of the lyrics is less direct, so it’s maybe not quite as specifically about me but,I felt really fulfilled, the last couple of writing sessions I’ve done have been really, really good.”

Nov 23rd 2023 Louis gets asked about album 3 at the Rolling Stone UK Awards and is quoted saying: “It’s funny, I wrote maybe 4 or 5 tunes in one of the breaks of the tour legs, and actually, I just wanna spend a bit of time. I’m really excited for those songs, but I don’t know when the next records gonna come and the thing about me is when I start writing, I’m just desperate to release things as soon as a possible, so I wanna take a bit of time on this record. So when that might be, who knows.” He also talks a bit about potential collaborators and mentions DMA'S.

Jan 20th 2024 Louis follows producer James Ellis Ford who has worked with Arctic Monkey, Gorillaz and many, many more.

Jan 24th 2024 When asked in a twitter Q&A if he has "a concept in mind already for the next album?" his answer was: "Started drawing the outline in my head". He also told fans asking at the meet 'n' greet in Jakarta that it would be "soon, in my context of the word" 😜

Mar 30th 2024 At the Tecate Pa'l Norte press conference he said: “At the moment, um— to be honest, I haven’t really— the question was what I listen to which is a slightly different thing but; I haven’t really given the next record real thought yet. Obviously it’s been on my mind. But in terms of conceptually, or even finding references, I’m not really at that point yet because I’ve done a lot of touring— just kind of getting that out of the way before I really start thinking about that proper.”

April 4th 2024 He told Chilean radio station Bio Bio: “I have written a couple of songs, but when I was writing them I wasn’t thinking about what they would be for a new album, they were just written to give me something to write and not put pressure on those songs. But I think I will start the work on a new album at the end of this year, maybe.” futher elaborating to Radio Disney Chile: “The good thing about this record is I’m gonna have plenty of time to experiment and with that it gives you plenty of room to just kind of find where the edges of the record live. So yeah I’m looking forward to getting into the process, but like I said I’ve been loving touring at the moment so just been kind of sticking to that.”.

He also told Paraguayan radio station HEI Now: “Of course there’ll be a new album. When? I’m not overly sure. I think I’ll probably start writing at the end of the year. I just wanna let as much life in first and then I can really start emoting and writing.”

June 2024 In the FITF tour LatAm recap video posted to Louis’ instagram 25/6 he says: “At some point I gotta think about the next record, but.. I’m a bit scared of that, truthfully right now, feel like I’ve been enjoying the success of Faith in The Future for.. quite a while. And yes, it’s been the pressure of the shows but I delivered what I think was a good record and a record that was successful. So now going into the next cycle it’s a little bit.. a little bit tentative going into it. I know that’ll change once I get off the road and really start thinking about the essence of the record and the concept of the record and stuff like that. But right now.. yeah, I’m just thinking about the festivals, I’m excited for those.” (he also talks - in past tense about playing in Mexico City and about the upcoming Away From Home Festival, so we can assume this interview was done somewhere in early June)

August 4th 2024 Responding to a fan sign at Santander Music Festival that said "How close R we to the next album 1-5?" showing three - possibly four? - fingers! meaning the album is 3/5 (or 4/5?) done!

Oct 4th 2024 curious activity across Louis' socials; on twitter the header image was changed from the Louis Tomlinson : Live album graphic to just the cover image and the Faith In The Future tweet was unpinned (like it was on Louis' insta 9/9). on Louis' instagram the bio text was cleared and the link to louist.lnk.to/live was also removed.

Oct 6th 2024 Louis replies to a fan on twitter asking if new music is coming with "Only been off tour 2 minutes. The next record is going to be my best yet but need chance to let life in first!"

tbc...

[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in Nov 2024. For more new fics, check out this month's fic roundup here. You can find my other fic recs here. So sorry that I'm not yet ready to get back to podcasting yet, but I still want to acknowledge all the great fics I read this month. Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments!

- Louis / Harry -

🍂 Bloom Just For You by @sunshineandthemoonlight

(E, 7k, established relationship) Marcel has never been happier; he has a job he loves, a boyfriend he adores, and a sex life with said boyfriend that exceeds his wildest of fantasies. But there’s one thing he and Louis haven’t yet tried in the bedroom. And he can’t get the thought out of his head...

🍂 i will become yours, you will become mine (i choose you) by localopa / @voulezloux

(T, 7k, established relationship) it’s the day louis never thought he’d ever see. it’s the day that harry proves to his boyfriend he’s here forever. a don’t be afraid to love (and love again) proposal. Part 3 of trans louis verse

🍂 Wish You to Ashes by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 6k, witches)  the one where witch Harry is heartbroken, and resorts to a risky spell to rid him of his ex. It doesn’t exactly go as planned

🍂 Can't Imagine You Without The Same Smile In Your Eyes by galactic_larry / @galacticlarry

(T, 4k, soulmates) It’s been over a week since Harry’s first semester at university began, and he has had zero new exciting friendships or noteworthy experiences, just a bizarre dream that keeps waking him up in the middle of the night.

🍂 Still Dreaming ‘Bout You by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel

(T, 3k, famous/not famous) Harry doesn’t pay much attention to football. That’s proven even more apparent when the biggest football star in the UK walks into his juice bar and he doesn’t even notice.

🍂 this night is sparkling (don't you let it go) by @tracksuitponytail

(T, 2k, friends to lovers) Halloween reunites witch Harry and vampire Louis for their annual celebration in Harry’s countryside home. Will magic play a trick on them – or turn the night into an enchanting treat?

🍂 What’s that flower you have on? by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

(G, 1k, farm) Nobody dares comment, but Louis can tell they pity him. They think he’s being ridiculous. They think the whole thing is mad. But Louis knows. He just knows that Harry will show up.

🍂 You Bring Me Home by skipper / @skipperxao3

(NR, 1k, friends to lovers) There’s a sound behind him, and he glances briefly to see his reason approaching him. His past, present, and future. He’s found his home.

Souls Nailed Together by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 1k, magic) Harry Styles has a lot of bad luck and a Problem Fixer on speed dial.

🍂 can't hide from yourself by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

(M, 666 words, suspense) Harry's home alone, faced with his reflection. And something's not quite right.

🍂 A Romantic Nightmare by @neondiamond

(NR, 666 words, horror) After a long day of work, an unexpected romantic dinner awaits Harry in his new flat.

- Rare Pairs -

🍂 To start again by @loretheloner

(E, 27k, Louis/Michael Blackwell) Louis finds himself slowly falling for a bandmate again, despite Oli's warnings against it. Michael finds himself slowly falling for his boss and fighting against the ghost of Louis' past relationship. 

🍂 No More Days Alone by @signofcomfort

(M, 6k, Louis/Isaac Anderson) Isaac finds himself lost amidst the tour but Louis is always there to find him.

🍂 i tell myself i'm done with wicked games by haveufoundwhaturlookingfor / @sup3rbloom

(T, 5k, Louis/Michael Clifford) Omegaverse: Alpha Louis has never questioned who he is, a strong, loving Alpha who defies stereotypes. When he meets Michael, a beta, he certainly doesn't expect to fall for him (and hard).

🍂 I want yesterdays love by edensrose / @holdingthornsandroses

(M, 4k, Louis/Dev Patel) “I’ve rented us a cottage near the beach. Me, you, Calvin, Rick, and Dev.” Louis makes a noncommittal noise but can’t deny his heartbeat racing at the mention of Dev.

🍂 Snouts and Stouts by @turnyourankle

(T, 3k, Louis/Greg James) At a yearly canine festival, Louis discovers that Clifford has a thing for a certain bakery's treats.

🍂 I've drowned and dreamt this moment by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 2k, Zayn/Louis) There has been a rivalry between them since they were young. Since the very start of their careers. It’s always been Louis and Zayn, the ones to watch. The ones to do battle and ultimately share the podium.

🍂 Countdown by @allwaswell16

(M, 2k, Louis/Tommy Shelby) Tommy Shelby, pack alpha of the Peaky Blinders, has taken notice of The Garrison Pub’s new barmaid, an omega named Louis. A prequel to One

🍂 Flying Over on My Own Tonight by @haztobegood

(E, 1k, Louis/Jack Cochrane) Louis is on his way to Monterrey, Mexico, where he'll headline Tecate P’al Norte music festival for the first time. A text from Jack makes the flight a bit more interesting.

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＊ Lost and Found by @signofcomfort [T, 33k, Louis/Harry]

Harry, the misfit wolf in the pack, always longed for affection but was too drowned in his own loneliness.

The pack alpha Louis Tomlinson shapes the future of his pack to be more accepting and welcoming, but would Harry ever return?

＊ No More Days Alone by @signofcomfort [M, 6k, Louis/Isaac Anderson]

Isaac finds himself lost amidst the tour but Louis is always there to find him.

＊ I want yesterdays love by edensrose / @holdingthornsandroses [M, 4k, Louis/Dev Patel]

“We’re going on holiday before the term starts again,” Oli announces in their kitchen the day after the art opening.

Louis looks up from his cereal bowl.

“Who is we?”

“I’ve rented us a cottage near the beach. Me, you, Calvin, Rick, and Dev.”

Louis makes a noncommittal noise but can’t deny his heartbeat racing at the mention of Dev.

＊ i tell myself i'm done with wicked games by haveufoundwhaturlookingfor / @sup3rbloom [T, 5k, Louis/Michael Clifford]

Omegaverse: Alpha Louis has never questioned who he is, a strong, loving Alpha who defies stereotypes. When he meets Michael, a beta, he certainly doesn't expect to fall for him (and hard).

＊ To start again by @loretheloner [E, 27k, Louis/Michael Blackwell]

Louis finds himself slowly falling for a bandmate again, despite Oli's warnings against it. Michael finds himself slowly falling for his boss and fighting against the ghost of Louis' past relationship. They find a way to start again.

Or a canon compliant story that follows Michael and Louis from the summer of 2019 to June of 2024. Written for prompt SS of the Louis Rare Pair Fest 2024.

＊ I've drowned and dreamt this moment by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed [T, 2k, Zayn/Louis]

There has been a rivalry between them since they were young. Since the very start of their careers. It’s always been Louis and Zayn, the ones to watch. The ones to do battle and ultimately share the podium.

They push each other to be better, is what the world says.

They hate each other, is what Zayn and Louis say.

And it all comes to a head in Val d’Argenton.

＊ Countdown by @allwaswell16 [M, 2k, Louis/Thomas Shelby]

Tommy Shelby, pack alpha of the Peaky Blinders, has taken notice of The Garrison Pub’s new barmaid, an omega named Louis. A prequel to One Part 2 of One

＊ if we were butterflies by @blueskiesrry [E, 52k, Harry/Louis]

“Is this how I used to look at you?” His hand hovers just over the collarbone of the sculpture, like he’s caught between wanting to touch and wanting to pull away, wanting to leave and wanting to stay.

Eyes stuck on Harry, unaware of anything else in the room, Louis whispers, “Something like that,” wondering now if he ever quite did it justice.

or: after recruiting harry to model for his sculptures and coming to know all his edges, louis loses him to a life more prosperous than he can provide. he finds harry again four years later.

＊ Whole Lot of History by Blue_Green28 / @bluegreen28fics [E, 73k, Louis/Harry]

Louis and Harry have a whole lot of history. With 3 children coming out of their twelve years long marriage they are essential parts of each other's lives even though they have moved on with new partners since their divorce ten years ago. Or have they?

What happens when Harry finally gets some money to open the coffee shop he had always dreamed of and they spend more time together to plan everything? Does their love still have a chance?

＊ Flying Over on My Own Tonight by @haztobegood [E, 1k, Louis/Jack Cochrane]

Louis is on his way to Monterrey, Mexico, where he'll headline Tecate P’al Norte music festival for the first time. A text from Jack makes the flight a bit more interesting.

＊ Sisterhood by @haztobegood [M, 2k, OT5]

Liam was thankful to have found sisters like Harry, Louis, Niall, and Zayn after running away from her parents. They opened their door and their hearts, their once-abandoned farmhouse becoming a safe, comforting home. Then one night, an unexpected visitor arrived, revealing the dark secrets of her new family.

＊ The Kiss of Sleep by @haztobegood [NR, 666 words, Louis/Harry]

Louis shook his head. “I’m proper knackered.” Too many nights on the road with the noise of the tyres rolling beneath them kicked Louis’ insomnia into high gear. He’d only been able to nip off for naps between soundcheck and their shows so he’d have enough energy to perform properly. But just barely. Now, with two days off and a plush king size bed calling his name for the first time in weeks, Louis needed to catch up on sleep.

＊ Love's A State Of Mind by @enchantedlandcoffee [T, 3k, Harry/Louis]

“Your omega?” Louis asked softly, trying his best to keep his voice steady. “Hmmm.” Harry smushed his face in Louis’ shirt, his hand moving up to mess with one of the buttons. “He’s great, my omega. He’s kind and passionate and funny, even when he makes jokes about me.” “He- He sounds great, button.” “He is. You are.” What?!

OR Childhood friends, Harry and Louis, have been inseparable ever since they met. However, presenting as an alpha and omega drove a wedge in their relationship. One night, after Harry drunkenly confesses one too many things, Louis snaps. He realises that, despite loving his best friend so much, he needs to move on before their love tears them apart. He just needs to get the stubborn alpha on his side. Part 1 of Flower & Button

[rocknrolldecadence]

Yesterday i was listening to tv by billie and it gave me a random idea about a fic, like izzy going on tour and you kinda wait for him to contact (call/send letters) and you keep sending him letters since it's a long tour, you just dont get anything, and he comes back to find out none of his letters got delivered to you 😮‍💨 i love angst omg

That's really random to associate with tv but the original idea is that you send him almost at the end of the tour a video tape or idk what singing this song (but like ignoring the internet and etc since is the 80's lmao) if that helps as an inspiration, you're free to use this idea too idk sorry thank you bye 😭😭😭😭

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sinking in the sofa

izzy’s gone on tour and you try to reach out to him.

warnings: angsty

a/n: i didn’t follow the second bit of your request exactly so i hope it’s still ok 😣 (also if u ever want to req for billie please do!! i write for her as well!!)

7 days. a whole week since izzy had left for the use your illusion tour. you missed him like crazy. he told you he’d write you, but you hadn’t got any letters yet. you brushed it off as him just being busy. not to worry. you’d get a letter soon.

7 days soon became 10. 10 days and izzy hasn’t even called you. he was starting to worry you - had something happened? you picked up and dialled the number of the hotel he told you he’d be staying at that night. izzy has been kind enough to lay that all out for you: which hotel he’d be at, which venue he’d be playing, etc.

“hello,” you spoke into the receiver, “can you out me through izzy stradlin’s room please?”

whoever was on the other end of the line coughed a little. “i’m afraid i can’t do that. sorry.”

“well… what about jeff isabell?” you questioned. maybe he had checked in under his real name?

“i can’t do that. it’s policy. sorry for any inconvenience caused.” the receptionist droned.

“but-” you started, before being hung up on.

that conversation quickly became a regular routine as every night you called each hotel and were met with more or less the same answer. sometimes they’d say “let me check with my manager!”, and you’d get hopeful, but it never worked out.

you’d been writing izzy letters, but now you started to doubt if he was even seeing them. or getting them. you wrote him at least 3 times a week normally, but as the weeks went on with no word from him, that number diminished until it was one maybe every 2 weeks.

of course, you still wanted to write him. he was your boyfriend - why wouldn’t you? but he wasn’t writing to you at all. not making any contact. you watched mtv religiously, looking out for clips of concerts. you did the same with magazines too, scouring the racks in every store for a feature on guns n roses.

weeks became months and you got fed up. every day you waited for at least one letter or call, and every day you got none. you waited every day, until you turned on the tv and saw what had happened in st louis the night before. a riot. at one of guns n roses’ shows. you were furious. not at the fact that that had happened, but that izzy hadn’t given you a call. he couldn’t even call you when a RIOT happened!

that was the last straw for you. you just started sobbing as the tv kept playing, detailing everything that had happened that night. why couldn’t izzy call you? write you? get in contact at all? had you done something? had he done something?

that was how you spent your evening - crying on the sofa with the news on. you cried til you couldn’t anymore. but as your tears dried, your guitar caught your eye. it had been sitting in the corner, untouched, since izzy had played you a song on it the night before he left. jumping off the sofa, you had an idea. you could write a song. get everything off your chest. so you did.

a few hours later, and ‘tv’ was done. every chord was perfect, and every lyric was straight from your heart. over the next month, you played it every day and you had it memorised.

late at night you were playing the song again when the door of your apartment opened. you didn’t hear it; you were too in the zone to realise it was izzy coming in with his spare key. the use your illusion tour had landed in LA, so izzy decided to come home to visit you.

“baby! i’ve missed you!” he exclaimed, coming into the living room. you snapped your head around and looked at izzy, spooked by his unannounced entrance.

“what the fuck?“ was all you could say.

“what? baby- the tour’s in LA. i wanted to come see you since i haven’t been able-”

“don’t fucking play with me, izzy. you don’t reply to my letters, don’t pick up my calls, and then you just fucking waltz into my apartment saying how much you’ve missed me? are you insane?”

your boyfriend stared at you dumbfounded. “what do you mean?”

“what do i mean? you know rightly what i mean!” you laughed out of shock and anger.

“i’ve been writing you letters. nearly every day. i thought you weren’t writing back ‘cause i was constantly moving from city to city.”

you felt like crying. was he serious? he had been writing you? this whole time? “oh my god. i never got any. did you not get mine?”

izzy shook his head.

“i’ve been phoning you too. every day. every hotel you stayed at. they never put me through to you.” you added as tears started to well in your eyes.

izzy joined you on the sofa and pulled you into a tight hug. it felt refreshing and warm, and you cried into his neck.

you stayed like that for a while. it was sad, but it felt natural. you two talked for hours, explaining everything you’d said in your letters to eachother. finally, he was home. for a while, at least.

[confirmeddead]

My thoughts on the SDCC season 3 Vampire Lestat teaser 🩸

Really excited about the format! I knew they’d switch it up from what we saw in Dubai and this is literally what I was hoping it would be. I think I mentioned it in my season 3 greenlit post that I wanted it to be Daniel interviewing him in various cities as he toured. Lestat is too unpredictable to want to sit and recount his story in such a stale way ala Louis in Dubai.

I *think* this is just a teaser that gives the vibes on what we can expect, I don’t think these are actual clips from the season. This had to have been filmed recently given Sam’s fresh balayage 😂 (I KNEW he’d done it for a reason…) and I DO think filming will begin this year and go into next year.

Daniel being part of the interview was, of course, expected. He was so excited to write a sequel, release vamp sex toys, etc. Of course he said yes to Lestat (I think Lestat went to him because TVL was Lestat wanting to tell his story- so this is all agreed to and on his terms).

The dynamic between Daniel and Lestat will be so fun. Sam said somewhere that of course they’d fight but they’d also get along. Daniel is a wise-cracking, experienced person. He’s been through a lot and I’m sure Lestat will like going back and forth with him.

So no cast reveals! I can’t think when they’ll reveal the big three (Gabrielle, Marius, and Akasha) but I’m hoping it’s not just a press release. These are MAJOR vampire chronicles characters, I need them to be revealed in front of fans! New York Comic Con is in October 2024. While I’d like for them to be filming by then, maybe this could happen right before filming begins? Idk

I won’t pretend to have any idea what they’ll do with Louis 😭 it won’t be anything from the books, of course, because he was barely in TVL.

With how much a fanboy Rolin is for TVL (like, totally valid), I don’t expect a lot of present-day Armand. Of course we will see him in the 18th century! Okay idk why I made this into a theory post but I’ll cut it out.

This teaser was really, really good. TVL was when I started loving Lestat as a character and everything about him (his past, his family) made him make a lot of sense to me. He’s so chaotic and Sam is gonna kill it. If this becomes a Vampire Lestat stan account, don’t say I didn’t warn you (but Armand/Assad will always be my #1 🩷)

[niallerspayno]

Fire and Ice - Part 2

Masterlist

Being One Direction’s opening act is the opportunity of a lifetime, and you step into it with your signature confidence and charm. Bold, flirty, and unapologetically fiery, you’re everything Zayn Malik isn’t—and he can’t stand you for it. But as the tour rolls on and the sparks of your heated clashes fly, the line between animosity and something more begins to blur. Will you stay locked in your battle of wills, or will your fiery feud ignite a very different kind of flame?

Tags: Zayn x reader, enemies to lovers

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

...

The stage is alive with the organised chaos of soundcheck—techs scrambling with wires, lights blinking into position, and the faint hum of instruments being tested. You step onto the stage with your guitar slung over your shoulder, your presence immediately catching the boys’ attention.

“Morning, princess,” Louis calls out, his grin wide and mischievous. He’s leaning lazily against a mic stand, a glint of mischief in his eye. “How’s your new favorite roommate?”

You smirk, letting your guitar dangle from its strap as you approach. “Oh, didn’t I tell you?” you say, your voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Zayn and I had the loveliest bonding experience last night.”

The boys exchange knowing looks, and Niall nearly chokes on his laughter. “Bonding?” he asks, already strumming a playful tune on his guitar. “Do tell.”

Zayn, standing at his mic with his arms crossed, levels you with a glare sharp enough to cut. “Don’t,” he warns, his tone low and dangerous.

“Oh, come on,” you tease, shrugging innocently as you ignore him. “Why not let them know about your… softer side?”

Louis snorts, his grin widening. “This is gonna be good.”

You lean casually against the nearest mic stand, savoring the moment. “Turns out, Mr. Brooding and Mysterious is a bit of a cuddler in his sleep. Arm around me, legs tangled—it was downright cozy.”

The reaction is immediate. Louis doubles over laughing, Harry claps a hand over his mouth to stifle a grin, and Niall strums a dramatic, romantic chord.

“Cuddler!” Louis wheezes, pointing at Zayn. “You? No way.”

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Harry adds, shaking his head in mock disbelief.

Zayn’s jaw clenches, his hands curling into fists at his sides. His glare could burn holes through you. “I wasn’t cuddling you,” he grits out.

“Oh, you were,” you counter smoothly, your smirk widening as you tilt your head. “I’d almost say it was sweet—if it wasn’t you.”

Liam, who’s been quietly watching from his mic, finally speaks up, his tone gentle but laced with caution. “Alright, let’s not push it too far, yeah? It’s just a bit of teasing.”

But Zayn steps forward, his dark eyes locked on yours, the tension between you palpable. “You think this is funny?” he snaps, his voice low but seething.

“Absolutely,” you reply without hesitation, tilting your chin up to meet his heated gaze. “What’s the matter, Malik? Can’t take a little joke?”

His frustration boils over, and in two strides, he’s standing toe-to-toe with you, his voice dropping even lower. “You don’t know when to quit, do you?”

“Why should I?” you fire back, your voice laced with defiance. “You make it so easy.”

The air between you feels like a live wire, crackling with heat and anger.

“Guys,” Liam interjects, stepping between you with a firm hand on Zayn’s shoulder. “Let’s calm down, yeah? This is soundcheck, not a boxing ring.”

“Tell her that,” Zayn growls, shrugging Liam’s hand off but staying put, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Oh, don’t pin this on me,” you shoot back, crossing your arms. “You’re the one who stormed over here like it’s a crime to have a little fun.”

Niall, ever the peacemaker, tries to lighten the mood, strumming a goofy, upbeat tune. “Told you two to get a room,” he jokes, grinning. “Guess that’s the problem, huh?”

The comment sets Louis off again, his laughter echoing across the stage, but Zayn looks ready to explode.

“I’m done,” he mutters, turning on his heel and stalking off toward the edge of the stage.

“Aw, don’t be like that, Zayn!” Louis calls after him, still chuckling. “We’re only messing around.”

But Zayn doesn’t stop, his footsteps heavy as he disappears backstage.

You let out a slow breath, the tension still buzzing under your skin. Liam gives you a look—not angry, but firm.

“Maybe ease up next time,” he suggests, his voice calm but pointed.

You shrug, though your heart is still racing. “If he didn’t want me to tease him, maybe he shouldn’t make it so easy.”

Niall nudges you with his guitar, grinning. “You’re playing with fire, you know that?”

“Maybe,” you reply, smirking. “But I’m not the one who’s gonna get burned.”

At least, that’s what you tell yourself. But the memory of Zayn’s dark, blazing eyes lingers, and you can’t shake the feeling that you might already be in too deep.

...

The bus hums softly beneath your feet as you step aboard, greeted by the cozy chaos of the boys sprawled across couches and chairs. After weeks of touring, the European leg is here, and with it, the added joy of living on a bus together. The space is sleek and modern, but it doesn’t take much imagination to see how quickly it’ll feel like a sardine can.

Louis spots you first, tossing a chip into his mouth as he grins. “Welcome to your new prison cell.”

“Prison’s harsh,” you say, setting your bag down with a smirk. “I’d call it… intimate.”

“Intimate?” Louis repeats, raising an eyebrow. “Dangerous choice of words, considering you and Zayn are about to be in each other’s personal space 24/7.”

The mention of his name draws your attention to the back of the bus, where Zayn leans against the counter, quietly talking with Liam. His expression is unreadable, though his eyes flick your way for the briefest moment.

“Let’s just say the odds of survival don’t look great,” Louis adds, throwing a glance at Niall, who chuckles from his spot on the couch.

“Better pack a referee’s whistle,” Niall quips, picking at the strings of his guitar.

You roll your eyes, brushing a hand through your hair with an exaggerated sigh. “Come on, don’t tell me you’re all still clinging to this ridiculous narrative that Zayn and I can’t stand each other.”

“Are we clinging to it,” Harry says, smirking, “or is it just painfully obvious?”

“Maybe both,” Niall adds, strumming a teasing chord.

“Painfully obvious, is it?” you reply, shooting them a sweet, too-innocent smile. “Well, Zayn and I are perfectly capable of being civil.”

A scoff breaks through the banter, drawing all eyes toward Zayn. He doesn’t even look up as he mutters, “Civil’s a stretch.”

You cock your head, a slow smile curling on your lips. “Careful, Malik. People might think you actually care about what I do.”

He finally glances up, meeting your gaze with an unreadable expression. “I don’t.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you reply, tone light but pointed, before turning away.

Behind you, Louis and Niall exchange looks of barely-contained amusement, while Harry stifles a laugh. Liam, however, steps closer to Zayn, murmuring something low that you can’t quite catch.

“God, the tension,” Niall says with a mock shiver. “You could cut it with a knife.”

“Or a chainsaw,” Louis agrees, grinning at you.

You plop down onto the nearest couch, crossing your legs with exaggerated ease. “Don’t flatter yourselves, boys. I’m here for the music, not to entertain your little soap opera fantasies.”

“Funny, considering you’ve been the star of the show,” Harry teases, earning a laugh from Louis and Niall.

Liam finally steps into the fray, offering a steadying presence as he claps Zayn on the shoulder. “Let’s just get through this tour without anyone killing each other, yeah?”

Zayn shakes his head, muttering something under his breath before retreating down the narrow corridor toward the bunks.

“Is it something I said?” you call after him, tone dripping with mock innocence.

“Or everything,” Niall quips, earning another round of laughter.

As the bus rolls through Paris’s cobblestone streets, you sink back into your seat, grinning at the chaos around you. You’ve settled in well with Louis, Niall, and Harry—they’re easy to banter with, and their teasing feels more like camaraderie than conflict. Liam’s steadier energy is refreshing too, though he tends to play mediator more often than not.

Zayn, though? He’s still a mystery wrapped in irritation. And the thought of weeks in such close proximity to him sends an unsettling thrill through you—one you’d never admit out loud.

...

The bus has barely pulled out of the city before the tension snaps like a fraying wire. You’re perched on the couch with Louis and Niall, both throwing out suggestions for a game of cards that Harry’s already claimed he’ll win. The banter flows easily, your laughter filling the narrow space as you throw out a few playful jabs of your own.

It’s only when you stretch your arms and glance toward the corner that you notice Zayn, tucked away in his self-imposed solitude. His head is bent low, the sketchpad in his lap illuminated by the faint light spilling in from the window. His pencil moves in precise strokes, his focus so intense it practically hums in the air around him.

Curiosity gets the better of you, as it often does. You slide off the couch, ignoring Louis’s muttered “Here we go,” and make your way over.

Zayn doesn’t look up when you stop beside him.

“What’re you working on?” you ask, leaning just close enough to get a glimpse at the page.

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t answer.

“Come on, don’t be shy,” you prod, tilting your head to get a better view. The sketch is rough but undeniably impressive—a portrait taking shape with shadows and details that speak of someone who knows exactly what they’re doing.

“I said I’m not in the mood,” he snaps, closing the sketchpad with a sharp movement.

The boys all look up from their game, the weight of his tone drawing their attention.

“Oh, relax,” you say, crossing your arms and giving him a playful smirk. “I was just curious. Didn’t realize your art was top secret.”

Zayn finally looks at you, dark eyes flashing with irritation. “It’s not ‘top secret.’ I just don’t need you hovering over me like I’m a science project.”

Your smile doesn’t falter. In fact, it grows. “Hovering? That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?”

“Not really.” His voice is low, but it carries enough weight to make it clear he’s not joking.

“Well, maybe you should loosen up a little,” you say, shrugging. “Art’s meant to be shared, isn’t it?”

Zayn exhales sharply, his knuckles tightening on the closed sketchpad. “You don’t know the first thing about what art’s meant to be.”

That hits a nerve, though you don’t let it show. Instead, you lean in closer, your voice taking on a teasing edge. “And you do? Funny, because all I’ve seen you do lately is sulk in the corner.”

The tension in the air sharpens, the space between you crackling with unspoken heat.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have to ‘sulk’ if you didn’t make everything about you,” Zayn bites out, his words slicing through the air.

“Okay, let’s dial it down,” Liam interjects, stepping between the two of you with a hand raised. His calm presence does little to douse the fire burning in Zayn’s eyes—or yours.

“Why don’t we all take a breather?” Harry suggests, his tone light but edged with caution.

“Fine by me,” you say, throwing your hands up in mock surrender. “Just trying to be friendly.”

“Yeah, because you’re such a saint,” Zayn mutters, pushing past you to retreat to the bunks.

The silence that follows is heavy with unspoken words, broken only by Niall’s low whistle. “Well, that escalated.”

Louis shakes his head, chuckling. “One hour on the bus. New record.”

“Maybe next time, don’t poke the bear,” Liam says softly, giving you a look that’s more suggestion than reprimand.

But as you flop back onto the couch, the corners of your mouth tug upward. Because even though Zayn’s irritation is clear, there’s something about it—about him—that makes you want to keep poking.

...

The bus is quiet, the hum of the engine the only sound in the late-night stillness. Most of the boys are asleep, sprawled out in their bunks or curled up in the lounge. You, however, are wide awake, wandering into the common area with no particular goal in mind.

You don’t expect to see Niall there, perched on the edge of the couch, his guitar resting on his knee. His fingers move over the strings, but the melody is choppy, his usual ease replaced by frustration.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you ask, stepping into the dimly lit space.

He glances up, his expression softening when he sees you. “Nah. This bloody song’s been stuck in my head, and I can’t get it right.”

You slide onto the couch beside him, tucking your legs underneath you. “Let’s hear it.”

Niall plays a few bars, the notes hesitant and uneven. He grimaces, shaking his head. “See? It’s shite.”

“It’s not shite,” you say, nudging him with your shoulder. “It just needs… something.”

You hum softly, tapping your fingers against your knee in time with the melody. After a moment, you lean closer, taking the guitar from his hands. “Here, let me try something.”

Your fingers find the strings, the chords coming naturally as you adjust the melody, adding a soft progression that complements his original idea. Niall watches, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he says, his voice filled with quiet excitement. “That’s exactly it.”

You hand the guitar back, and together you work through the song, your voices blending as you hum and tweak the melody. It’s an easy rhythm, the kind of connection that feels effortless, and for a moment, the rest of the world fades away.

“You’ve got a good ear,” Niall says, his tone warm. “Could’ve been a producer if you weren’t such a rock star.”

You laugh softly, leaning back against the couch. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It was meant as one,” he says, his grin genuine.

Neither of you notices Zayn at first, standing in the shadow of the corridor, watching the scene unfold. He’d gotten up for a glass of water but stopped short when he heard the faint strumming and your voice drifting through the quiet bus.

He doesn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t this.

You look different in the dim light—softer, unguarded. The teasing edge he’s come to associate with you is gone, replaced by something gentler as you laugh with Niall, your hair falling loose around your face.

The sight unsettles him, though he can’t pinpoint why. Maybe it’s because this version of you—the one who smiles so easily, who works seamlessly with Niall to create something beautiful—feels entirely out of reach.

You glance up then, your eyes catching his. For a moment, the air shifts, the tension between you simmering in the quiet.

“Enjoying the show?” you ask, your voice light but with a hint of challenge.

Zayn’s expression hardens, his walls snapping back into place. “Didn’t realize this was open mic night,” he mutters, his voice low.

“Always full of compliments,” you shoot back, though there’s less bite in your tone than usual.

Zayn doesn’t reply, turning sharply and retreating down the corridor.

You shake your head, more confused than annoyed. “What’s his problem?”

Niall shrugs, though his eyes linger on the empty hallway. “Dunno. But don’t let him get to you. He’s… complicated.”

You hum noncommittally, leaning back against the couch once more. But even as you and Niall return to the song, the memory of Zayn’s gaze—intense and searching—lingers.

...

The arena is packed, a sea of glowing lights and deafening cheers filling the air as the show kicks into high gear. You’re watching from the wings, as you always do, adrenaline thrumming through your veins despite not being the one currently on stage.

The boys are in their element, bouncing across the stage, their harmonies flawless. You can’t help but smile as you watch them work their magic on the crowd.

Then Niall’s voice cuts through the speakers, his tone light and teasing. “Alright, we’re gonna mix it up a bit tonight.”

The fans erupt, a collective buzz of excitement sweeping through the arena.

Niall glances toward the side of the stage, his grin widening as his eyes find you. “We’ve got someone special with us tonight. You might know her—she’s been killing it as our opening act. So, what d’you reckon, should we get her out here?”

The roar of the crowd is deafening.

Your eyes widen, and you shake your head, mouthing, No way, but Niall is already beckoning you forward, his guitar slung over his shoulder.

“Don’t be shy!” he calls, laughing as he waves you onto the stage.

Louis is at your side in a flash, gently pulling you out of the shadows. “Come on, love, the crowd’s waiting!”

Before you know it, you’re being handed an electric guitar, your feet moving on autopilot as you step into the bright lights. The energy of the crowd hits you like a wave, and for a split second, you feel frozen.

Then Niall leans in, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “Just have fun with it.”

And so you do.

The opening chords of "Little Black Dress" ring out, and you fall into step with the boys, your fingers finding the strings with ease. The audience goes wild, their energy feeding into yours as you lose yourself in the music.

The boys are loving it—Louis is spinning around you, his grin infectious, while Harry dances to your left, his curls bouncing in time with the beat. Liam gives you a thumbs-up from across the stage, and Niall sticks close, sharing a mic with you for the chorus.

But it’s Zayn’s presence that you can’t ignore, even if you try.

He’s further down the stage, his voice smooth and flawless as he sings his solo. His eyes, however, flick to you more than once, something unreadable in their dark depths.

And when the bridge kicks in, and he’s suddenly by your side, his voice blending with yours for a harmony, the tension is palpable.

You can feel it crackling in the air between you—an invisible thread that pulls tight with every shared glance, every brush of your voices.

The fans notice it, too. You see it in the way the phones in the crowd tilt toward you and Zayn, capturing the unspoken tension that even the music can’t drown out.

When the song ends, the applause is deafening. You’re breathless, grinning as Niall wraps an arm around your shoulders and Louis tousles your hair.

“That was insane!” Harry shouts, his dimples on full display as he laughs.

But as you hand off the guitar and retreat to the side of the stage, you feel Zayn’s gaze lingering on you, heavy and unreadable.

Later, backstage is buzzing with the energy of a successful show, laughter and chatter bouncing off the walls as everyone rehashes the highlights of the night. You’re sprawled out on one of the couches, still riding the high from your impromptu performance.

“That was unreal!” Niall says, handing you a bottle of water before flopping down beside you. “You’re a natural, you know that?”

You grin, nudging him with your elbow. “Don’t let it go to your head. I’m not joining the band or anything.”

“Shame,” Louis chimes in, dropping onto the couch arm. “We could use some fresh blood to keep things interesting.”

“Yeah, speaking of keeping things interesting…” Harry’s voice drifts from the corner of the room where he’s hunched over his phone. His brows are raised, that signature mischievous glint in his eye as he holds up the screen. “Have you lot seen Twitter?”

A chorus of groans erupts as the boys pull out their phones, but your curiosity gets the better of you.

“What’s it saying now?” you ask, leaning over Harry’s shoulder.

He scrolls through the trending hashtags, his grin widening. “#ZaynAndY/N. #ZaynY/NDuet.”

You snatch the phone from him, reading the tweets for yourself.

“OMG, her voice with Zayn’s is unreal. We need a duet like yesterday!” “Not me shipping Zayn and Y/N after that performance.” “Y/N’s already killing it as the opening act, but her vibe with Zayn?? Unmatched.” “Petition for Y/N to join the band. I don’t make the rules.”

Your stomach twists as you scroll, a mix of surprise and something far more complicated bubbling to the surface.

“Looks like people noticed,” Liam says, his tone careful as he glances between you and Zayn.

Zayn, who’s been silent until now, lets out a low groan, rubbing the back of his neck. “This is ridiculous,” he mutters, shoving his phone into his pocket.

You can’t resist the urge to poke the bear. “Ridiculous, huh? The fans seem to disagree.”

He glares at you, his jaw tightening. “They’ll forget about it by tomorrow.”

“Doubt it,” Niall pipes up, his own phone in hand. “This one’s got legs. They’re already talking about a duet.”

“Maybe they’re onto something,” you tease, leaning back against the couch with a sly smile. “We do sound pretty good together.”

Zayn’s eyes flash, and for a moment, you think he’s going to snap back. But instead, he shakes his head, muttering something under his breath before heading for the door.

“Where are you going?” Liam calls after him, concern flickering across his face.

“For a smoke,” Zayn grits out, disappearing into the hallway.

The room falls quiet for a beat before Louis speaks up. “Well, that’s one way to handle it.”

You laugh, though the sound feels hollow. You can’t shake the way Zayn looked at you—like you were the source of all his frustration, his irritation barely contained.

“Don’t let him get to you,” Niall says, his voice soft. “He’s just… Zayn.”

You nod, but your thoughts linger on the tweets, the fans’ words echoing in your head. They loved seeing you on stage. They loved hearing you with Zayn.

The idea of a duet doesn’t seem so ridiculous after all—though getting Zayn on board might be another story entirely.

...

The night is cool and heavy with the hum of the city as you step out of the venue, the muted sounds of the concert crew packing up echoing behind you. You spot Zayn almost immediately, leaning against the brick wall, a cigarette dangling between his fingers. His head is tipped back, eyes closed, and for a moment, he looks so peaceful it almost makes you turn back. Almost.

Instead, you stride toward him, your heels clicking against the pavement. His eyes snap open at the sound, narrowing slightly when he sees you.

“Didn’t realize I needed an escort,” he mutters, taking a slow drag.

“You didn’t,” you shoot back, stopping a few feet away. “But I figured I’d save you from brooding alone.”

He exhales a stream of smoke, watching it curl upward before his gaze drops back to you. “You sure you’re not here to pick another fight?”

You smirk, stepping closer. “Depends. Are you in the mood for one?”

His lips twitch, like he’s fighting back a smile, but his voice stays flat. “Always, with you.”

Your eyes flick to the cigarette in his hand, and you tilt your head. “Got a spare?”

“Don’t you ever carry your own?” he grumbles, but he reaches into his pocket and pulls out another one, holding it out to you.

“Where’s the fun in that?” you tease, taking it from him. As he offers you his lighter, your fingers brush, a brief, fleeting touch that feels like it lingers.

The flame catches, and as you take your first drag, you blow the smoke out—right into his face.

He freezes, his eyes narrowing, and for a moment, you’re sure he’s going to lose it. But then his lips curve into something sharper, something darker. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“Am I?” you ask, stepping closer, your voice dropping just enough to turn the challenge into something heavier. “Or are you just scared to lose?”

He doesn’t answer, just takes another slow drag from his cigarette. Then, without breaking eye contact, he leans forward and blows the smoke directly into your face.

Your breath catches, but you don’t step back. Instead, you smirk, the tension between you sparking like a live wire. “You’ve got a funny way of saying thanks.”

“For what?” he asks, his voice low, rough.

“For getting us trending, obviously,” you say, brushing past him to lean against the wall. “The fans love us together.”

“Don’t remind me,” he mutters, dragging a hand through his hair.

“They’ve got good taste,” you press, glancing sideways at him. “We sounded incredible, Zayn, and you know it.”

He exhales sharply, his jaw tight. “That doesn’t mean I want to do it again.”

“Too bad,” you say, your tone light but edged with determination. “Because I’ve already got an idea for a duet during my set tomorrow night.”

He turns to you, his eyes dark and stormy. “You’ve got some nerve.”

“You like it,” you say, smirking.

His gaze drops to your mouth for a fraction of a second, and your stomach flips. The air between you is thick, charged with something you can’t name but feel all the same.

“Fine,” he finally says, his voice low and gravelly. “One song. But if this turns into a disaster, it’s on you.”

“Deal.” You push off the wall and start to walk away but pause, glancing over your shoulder. “And Zayn? Maybe try not to look so miserable about it. You might actually enjoy yourself.”

His eyes follow you as you disappear back inside, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

When you’re gone, he takes another drag from his cigarette, the warmth of your lingering presence making him shift uncomfortably.

Trouble. That’s what you are. And it’s starting to feel like he doesn’t mind so much.

...

The soundcheck the next day buzzes with an energy you can’t quite place. Maybe it’s the song you and Zayn decided on—“Locked Out of Heaven” by Bruno Mars—a high-energy, infectious track that feels electric with possibility. Or maybe it’s the way he keeps stealing glances at you, as if trying to figure you out.

You’re perched on a stool with your electric guitar, tuning it as the rest of the boys finish running through their parts. Zayn leans against his mic stand, his fingers idly tapping out a rhythm against his thigh.

“You ready for this?” you ask, looking at him with a raised brow.

He smirks faintly. “I’m ready. Question is, are you?”

The challenge in his voice lights something in you, and you flash him a grin. “Let’s find out.”

The band kicks off the song, and from the first chord, you’re lost in it. The rhythm drives you forward, your fingers flying over the strings as your voice belts out the opening verse. Zayn joins in on the pre-chorus, his smooth, rich tone blending with yours effortlessly.

When the chorus hits, it’s pure magic. The two of you trade lines and harmonize like you’ve been performing together for years. Your voices weave together, his deep and steady against your vibrant and fiery.

The song builds, and so does the energy between you. You step closer during the bridge, both of you feeding off the crowd of sound techs and crew watching in stunned silence. The final chorus is a shared moment of pure, unfiltered connection, your voices soaring as the song reaches its climax.

When the last note fades, the room feels suspended in time. The faint hum of your guitar strings lingers in the air, blending with the sound of your shallow breaths. Sweat dampens the back of your neck, your heart pounding so loudly it drowns out everything else. Zayn is right there, closer than he should be, his chest rising and falling with the same unsteady rhythm as yours.

His gaze locks onto yours, dark and smoldering, like a storm about to break. Your stomach flips at the intensity, and you suddenly feel like the oxygen has been sucked out of the room. The space between you seems to shrink without either of you moving, charged with something dangerous, something you’ve both been skirting around for weeks.

The pull is impossible to ignore. You move together like magnets snapping into place.

The kiss is a clash of fire and fury, lips colliding with raw desperation. His hands grip your waist like he’s afraid you might pull away, fingers pressing into the soft fabric of your shirt. Your guitar crashes to the floor, but the sound barely registers over the rush of blood in your ears.

Your hands thread into his hair, tugging just enough to draw a low groan from his throat that sends heat coursing through your veins. His lips are firm but soft, moving against yours with a hunger that makes your knees weak. He tastes like mint and smoke, the faint bitterness of nicotine mingling with something uniquely him.

The scrape of his stubble against your skin is rough, but it only makes the kiss more intense, more consuming. His body is warm and solid against yours, and you find yourself leaning into him, letting the heat of him seep into your own. It’s frantic and uncoordinated, all teeth and tongue and hands that can’t seem to find a place to settle.

And then—

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”

You both jerk apart as if doused with ice water, your chest heaving and lips tingling. The abrupt shift is jarring, and when you turn, you see Niall standing a few feet away, his guitar slung low, his eyes wide and disbelieving.

“Bloody hell,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “Didn’t see that coming.”

Your face burns as you adjust your shirt, suddenly hyperaware of how flushed and disheveled you must look. Zayn takes a shaky step back, rubbing the back of his neck and refusing to meet your gaze.

Louis struts over, his grin so smug you want to wipe it off his face. “Didn’t see it coming?” he repeats, laughing. “Mate, we’ve been waiting for this.”

“Waiting for what, exactly?” you snap, though your voice wavers slightly.

“For you two to finally explode,” Harry chimes in, his voice laced with amusement. He leans against the edge of the stage, his green eyes glinting with mischief. “Seriously, the tension was unbearable.”

“Still is,” Louis adds with a dramatic shudder. “Honestly thought you’d combust.”

Liam approaches more cautiously, his brow furrowed as he looks between you and Zayn. “Are you two... okay?” His tone is gentler, more grounded, and it does little to soothe the wildfire burning under your skin.

“We’re fine,” Zayn grits out, his voice low and clipped.

You raise an eyebrow, the heat in your chest shifting to a familiar annoyance. “Oh, we’re fine now?”

Zayn’s jaw tightens, his eyes flicking to you briefly before darting away. “I said we’re fine.”

Niall snickers, slinging his guitar strap over his shoulder. “Fine enough to start bickering again already.”

“Don’t you lot have anything better to do?” you mutter, crossing your arms to hide the way your hands are still trembling.

“Not really,” Louis quips, his grin wide as ever.

Liam shakes his head, exhaling through his nose as he addresses the group. “All right, enough. Let’s focus. We’ve got a soundcheck to finish.”

“Right,” Zayn says quickly, grabbing his mic stand and stepping away from you like he’s putting as much distance as possible between your bodies. “Practice.”

“Practice,” you echo, though your voice comes out a little breathless.

As the others dissolve into teasing laughter and mocking imitations of the scene they just witnessed, you can’t stop replaying the kiss in your mind—the taste of him, the warmth of his hands, the way he made your heart race like it never has before.

And the way your lips are still tingling tells you one thing: you’re not ready for this to end. Not yet.

...

Part 3

[louisupdates]

Show Review: Louis Tomlinson draws thousands to sold out Faith in the Future Tour stop

Olivia Khiel | July 5, 2023

Louis Tomlinson is leveling up and he’s starting with a new album and a tour that sold out a stop at Arizona Financial Theatre on Monday. The singer was joined by a killer backing band, along with openers Andrew Cushin and The Snuts for a high-energy evening of rock ‘n’ roll.

Fresh from their Las Vegas nightclub extravaganza, The Snuts shuffled onstage in the throes of vehicular issues that nearly derailed their Arizona appearance and perhaps a touch of a hangover. Regardless, the Scottish quartet gave the crowd a rollicking set that included “The Rodeo” and “Somebody Loves You”. They weren’t onstage long but they certainly made an impression on the excitable audience.

When Louis Tomlinson released Faith in the Future in late 2022, it marked a stronger era for the former One Directioner. That strength lent itself to larger scale stage production, a heavy rocking live band and an uncontainable love from millions of fans. The Arizona section of the fanbase showed up and showed out on Monday with their handmade signs and ear splitting screams every time Tomlinson so much as smiled. And really who could blame them when his grin lit up the entire theatre?

He admitted to feeling under the weather but still gave stellar performances of “Kill My Mind”, “Face the Music” (a favorite of ours from the new album) and the uplifting “We Made It”. Not one to forget his roots, Tomlinson also threw in covers of One Direction’s “Night Changes” and “Where Do Broken Hearts Go”, putting his own spin on the massive hits.

Tomlinson’s voice was a standout in One Direction and getting to hear him sing solo puts that uniqueness front and center. He also tells his story in raw and honest lyrics, never forgetting where he came from and where he knows he belongs.

The unreleased fan favorite “Copy of a Copy of a Copy” had another spotlight moment on this tour, along with a cover of Arctic Monkeys’ “505” done to perfection. At this point, Tomlinson’s weariness was starting to show but the fans carried him as he pushed through to end the main set with “Out of My System”.

Flashing lights and loud guitars brought Tomlinson back to the stage for an encore and he jumped down to the barricade to be in the arms of his adoring fans. Those arms and hands got aggressive, however, and he returned to his microphone rumpled and with holes torn in yet another stage outfit- prompting Tomlinson’s biggest smile of the night. He has a clear love of performing and described being in front of thousands of people who have lifted him up from the One Direction days to now as healing and exhilarating.

That adoration and joy was mirrored for the entire show and Tomlinson exited the stage to thunderous applause and the knowledge that we’d all be back next time.

Check out all the photos!

Story and photos by Olivia Khiel

Photos: part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

[fallingforel]

“Drop the attitude” prompt with frat harry please? x

a/n: sorry for the M.I.A for the past few days have been going to arctic monkeys getting ready for it and getting over it but it's here and I hope you enjoy! As always my blog masterlist is here and this will give you a prompt list and any existing prompts that have already been made, anywhooo lets get on with the show

warnings: cursing, smoking. If there's any others please let me know.

none of my work is proofread, so please let me know of any errors and I will correct them.

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in which you're one directions tour manager and Harry's friend with benefits

It was a slow day at work, travelling to the next city. not much was to be done other than making correct calls with the next venue to make sure there was enough space for buses to park round the back and to make sure that there was extra security, which there wasn't. So that made you even more stressed, than you already were trying to make the boys concentrate on what the layout for Tommorow was and whether or not they knew exactly what city they were in, which was hard to do when all they wanted to do was play video games and prank wars on eachother, they were still teenagers so there wasn't a lot you could do to keep them concentrated.

And it was safe to say it was pissing you off to no end, it was really hard to keep teenage boys attention for a matter of minutes before they find something else to do. So you had given up and gone to your bunk to finish the calls off to the appropriate people: one to the boys manager back home as a routine to make sure everything was going smoothly, you had been trusted with taking them from place to place setting up the venue, making sure soundcheck was good making sure none of them were injured; on your own as a 19 year old because you had been given such a good placement year for your second year and you weren't going to let it go at least not yet so you lied the best way you knew how since being in customer service roles since you were 15 had taught you, and you weren't going to let 5 short attention spanned boys let this slip through your fingers.

The other calls you had to make was a breeze, just making sure that extra security had been put in place for the next place you were about to pull into, it was needed for the morning not now as no one was around and you had triple checked.

It didn't take you long to pull into the venue, the other 3 tour buses pulled in and you had gone to check if the stage hands knew what they were doing what time soundcheck was and if they were all prepped before you sent them on your merry way to go and get some rest before heading to the last tour bus which was full of equipment to make sure that nothing had been damaged or lost in transportation to the new venue. After you had gone back outside pulling out a cigarette, because the stress had gotten too much for you, the constant shouting and screaming of the fans as well as the boys.

"you shouldn't smoke it's bad for you, how many times have I told you?" Harry said from behind you, not scaring you because you could hear footsteps getting closer to you. "You really think I care? Besides, your bandmates smoke so what's it to you?" "nothing. Don't care about them like I care about you sweetheart" he says before coming up behind you to hug you which you shrug off, beyond pissed at him for not paying attention to you when it was needed the most. "WOW, you don't even care about us?" Louis pipes up from beside him clearly overhearing what had been said between the two of you. "of course I care about you you dick" is all he says before running off to tussle with his bandmate. "don't care about me though, just a pitiless fuck to you." you say in a quiet whisper. Which unfortunately for you Paul overheard "oh Y/n love are you okay?" is all it takes to get you sobbing, which earns you a hug from Paul.

You two stay like that for god knows how long, "you gonna tell me what's going on kid?" Paul is the first to break the silence you two were in while you finished your cigarette. "It's just all so hard you know? I mean how am I supposed to maintain a career and a boyfriend who I manage as part of that career. Not to mention it is so hard to gain his attention, all the time whether it be just us two to get out our needs or to get the whole bands attention for an opinion on what songs they want to sing that night, or what they want to wear or what they-" Paul cuts you off clearly knowing that you were going to break down again

"yes, it is hard I get that, but what you have to remember is that they are teenage boys who got put into a boyband so young, Harry the youngest, who have never known what it's like to endure this. This is their second time doing this so they haven't got the grasp of it fully. But, they will. As for your's and Harry's relationship, I can't speak on, but what I do know is that you can't juggle both, so it's either, you make it a full time thing between you trying not to blur the line, that is so hard to find, between your jobs and your relationship or you cut ties before one of you gets hurt."

"thanks Paul, you always have such a way with words" Is all you say before he is needed elsewhere and he's giving you a wink and standing up from the curb and leaving you.

Lou, then comes over. "Are you okay, darling? I know how challenging these lot can be trust me, try getting their attention to stay in a chair for an hour there's always one that doesn't want to co-operate but trust me you will find a way y/n" and that got you thinking over ways to make them have your undivided attention, before finally heading back to your designated tour bus bunk to get some shut eye.

when you got into your bunk after getting ready for sleep, Harry was waiting opening the covers for you to clamber in which you didn't instead you turned around going into the back of the bus and settling down into the sofa, it was a few moments until the door burst open and Harry came clambering in and sat on the sofa beside you.

"What the fuck Y/n?"

"get lost Harry, I don't want to speak to you right now. Certainly don't want to be in your proximity, now leave so I can go to bed."

"drop the attitude Y/n, I've been nothing but nice to you these past few days, now tell me what I've done to make you a sour headed bitch today"

"Nothing but nice?" you say with a sarcastic chuckle. "let's see first off you just ignore me when I'm trying to get you to concentrate on your job, figuring out what your wearing if you know where to get on and off the stage, where the stage is. Hell, what fucking city your in. least you could do is answer me when I ask you questions, but instead I'm met with yeahs which doesn't answer my questions it literally doesn't take you that long to answer me. The second thing, what the fuck was that smoking thing, we are not in a relationship so you don't get to talk to me like that. I think we have got the lines blurred between our jobs and our relationship, that we're not even in. so I think it's in our best interest to cut ties while we still can and no one gets hurt, just while I'm here being your tour manager but when I go back to University and you go back on your next tour we can see if something is still there."

"lot to unpack there. Look I promise you, you will have my undivided attention from now on and I will try to get the others to concentrate. as for the smoking thing, I'm sorry. It's just I care about you a fucking whole lot, and yes I shouldn't even have said it especially while we're not even in a relationship, but that's just the thing y/n I wish we were, I hate this friends with benefits it makes me seem just like the womaniser the media portray me and you know how much I hate that image. It fucking kills me that you don't want to continue whatever we have right now, but I understand your doing your job and you don't want to blur anymore lines between us so, I promise you this Y/n, I will wait for you however long it takes for you to come around and back to me, whether that be after you have finished your placement year, while your still our tour manager, when you have graduated from university. However long it may be, I'll be here waiting here for you Baby."

"Thank you Harry. Friends?" you ask with your hand held out as a peace offering for him to shake.

"Friends." he agrees shaking your hand.

[cantcompetewhereudontcompare]

This got long so for the sake of the tags I'm adding, to not clog people's timelines in case they happen upon it, I'm adding a cut off. But this message is diabolically wrong, and I'm here to prove it word for word.

1- I haven't talked about morals in terms of Louis, and all I said about Zayn is that he's a domestic abuser. You sure are very sensitive about someone just repeating facts, huh?

2- Real people can't queerbait. Wearing quirky clothes wouldn't even qualify as queerbaiting anyway. This argument against him got stale in 2020. Keep up.

3- He hasn't said a single thing in support of Israel's government. All he said, 10+ years ago, mind you, was that he wanted to perform there. That's raging zionism to you? Are we not in the year 2024 seeing the damage and destruction of Israel in real time? And what actual raging zionists condone and how they behave?

And what if I told you that Harry was courted by Israel to perform there for Love On Tour, by literal Israeli politicians like Idan Roll, mind you, and Live Nation Israel was DESPERATE to get him to perform there, offering him millions and he flat out refused. Because he said in 2013 that he wanted to perform there but it is now 2024, he has toured the world as a solo act twice now, in very lengthy tours, and he has yet to perform there. And his last tour ended months before October 7th too. So the single thing he has said that could be interpreted as supporting Israel (Israel fans, mind you, not their government or their actions) 11 years ago didn't even end up happening when he was offered millions.

The tweet supporting Israel is debunked. This is the only screenshot of it that exists, and it was fabricated by the same person that fabricated this, the same exact day:

Unless you want to believe that both of them tweeted the same exact thing on the same day and somehow not one single screenshot exists? Not a single article by western media?

The picture of him holding the Israeli flag is him actually holding the Spanish flag:

"He did a power fist when a reporter at a press conference said she was from Israel" he did that with like, every reporter:

When he "signed an Israel flag" it was for a dying fan who got to the 1D concert through Make A Wish. "Zayn refused" no it was after March 2015, so he wasn't in the band anymore. I guess he shouldn't sign a flag if a fan who has cancer and is dying asks him to?

"He followed a zionist journalist" no, he didn't. He followed Lliana Bird, the co-founder of Choose Love, formerly known as "Help Refugees"

Which is an organization that has raised $2 million for Gaza

and has been calling for a ceasefire, consistently, since last year. Like, here:

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"Oh but she wrote a zionist article" except she didn't, she bothsided things like hell, for sure, but she was incredibly kumbaya about the whole thing (like I presume Harry and his friends are, because they're libs at the end of the day). This is the article, from 2014, btw. Here's an excerpt:

Do I personally agree with it? No fucking chance, but this is what most pro-Palestinian people will agree with lmfao. Like, it's an incredibly radical position that you can only find being massively supported online to be fully pro Palestinian and understand that while you can't condone extreme acts done on civilians by Hamas, at some point radicalization is impossible to avoid and a logical conclusion of the heartbreak and pain Palestinian people have been subjected to for decades. Like, it's NOT a popular opinion. Lliana IS the mainstream opinion for pro Palestinian people. And this was her opinion 10 years ago, considering her organization is fully supportive of Palestine (and Lebanon) now, I presume she has inched more towards the "other side" than in the past.

And Harry supports her organization!!

He has for several years now:

Like, this was for his first solo tour:

"But he raised a hammer" he grabbed a toy from the audience and waved it around, like he does with multiple things at almost every single show. Maybe he saw the Israel flag, maybe he didn't, going from that to "oh he supports the slaughtering of children" is fucking ridiculous and no one outside of stan twitter would even entertain shit like that. Once again, that was 10 years ago.

He was 20, and he probably had as much information on the war between Israel and Palestine as the average person: ie, almost nothing. It wasn't until recently that we started getting more information from social media that people learned of what truly was happening and had been happening for 75 years. Mainstream media is STILL lying about it, hiding facts, to our faces, even though it slips through the cracks thanks to social media.

People didn't massively support Palestine or even know about what was happening until AFTER October 7. A lot of people still don't know!!

"He could've educated himself" sure. And we all should educate ourselves on this sort of thing. I still have a lot of blind spots about a lot of terrible situations happening all around the world, and I'd like to believe I'm fairly radicalized and informed. That does not make someone a genocide supporter. Get your head out of your ass.

"But he dropped a Palestinian flag" no, first of all it was a scarf with a tiny Palestinian flag on it. The idea that he managed to see it in a split second with literally no lights whatsoever is laughable. You think this man is superhuman. The amount of times he has grabbed and dropped things quickly is astronomical. You know why? For this very reason. To avoid controversy if he happens to be thrown something unsavory. He doesn't grab things he can't recognize, as much as he checks things before waving them (ever since he was tricked into waving a flag with a Larry message on it, back in 2015). There's so many videos of him doing the exact same thing with multiple stuff, just watch him interact at any given show.

The only other argument for his supposed "zionism" is that zionists have spread rumors of him supporting them, like a fan claiming that he saw her from across an arena holding an Israel flag and idk waved at her? Or a comedian claiming he said he wanted to go to Israel in like, 2017 (why hasn't he gone then? lol he's saying he wants to go to random people but he doesn't just go? when begged by their own politicians to go? How does it work?) It's just zionists doing typical hasbara, where they act like everyone supports them. The ridiculousness of him specifically seeing this fan (who had to use someone else's video in which it just looks like he just waves in the general direction she was in) and waving at her because of her Israel flag, which was covered by the people in front of her, mind you, shouldn't even have to be explained, but alas.

They do this with lots of celebs. It's typical for them. And most of the time it isn't real. Israeli fans were celebrating that Harry was finally going to Israel last year because Live Nation Israel was desperate to secure the deal and spreading it all over the internet in Hebrew, only for him to decline (and he flat out declined and said he was never gonna perform there, btw, I know this for a fact, but can't exactly divulge how I know, the fact that he... well, didn't, should be enough, I suppose).

Do I wish he would speak up? Absolutely. Do I think he's a terrible person for not speaking up? No. He's just a white lib.

4- His friends are not him. He's friends with people who are morally questionable, like literally most people on planet earth who have friends. I would personally disavow people who are pro Israel, no matter how little or big their support is, because I'm informed on the subject and care a lot about it. I don't actually talk to my irl friends about this, tho. It's not exactly a subject that comes up unless you're prone to discussing politics, and a lot of people aren't, and I respect that. So I could very well be friends with people who ignorantly (or assholently) support Israel, without me knowing. I don't expect that Harry is as informed on the subject as me, and least of all, that he's sitting down with Ben Winston and having heated debates about the Israel Palestine situation.

Ben Winston took Harry in when he was 18, alone in London and away from his family. He was a friend when he wasn't even famous. He and his wife supported him and gave him the consistency he yearned for in crucial years of his life. I despise the man, but Harry is never gonna drop him.

It's an immensely privileged situation, for sure, but that is reality for most celebrities, especially white male celebrities. And truth of the matter is that 99.99% of celebrities have zionists in their circles, because it's incredibly prevalent in positions of power in America (it's by design, and no it's not because they're Jewish, most zionists in America are actually evangelical. It's for the same reason scientology is so prevalent in Hollywood. It's a very large discussion that we can have some other day). I don't personally condone it but to act like it somehow translates into their own personal beliefs is absurd.

If Harry had expressed an ounce of sympathy for the government of Israel, or chosen to perform there despite everything, or signed a pro Israel petition, or literally any other form of support for Israel, then MAYBE I could entertain this criticism. But what he's guilty of:

Playing with a toy with the Israel flag in 2014, like he played with a bunch of other toys with flags of a lot of other countries, including American flags (and boy, we need to have that argument at some point)

Saying he'd love to perform in Israel in 2013, and then never performing there even though he was offered millions and begged to do so

???? existing in Hollywood?

Stan twitter has been trying to twist itself into knots into him being a zionist ever since he became massively successful as a solo act. Literally grabbing randomly photoshopped tweets and pictures, twisting him following Lliana, photoshopping an Israel flag onto a picture of him, twisting him signing a flag for a fucking DYING FAN. Like, man, if you have to do allat then maybe he just ain't a zionist?

And lastly about the subject, his family (mon and sister) and plenty of his very close friends (like Molly and Tomo) have been calling for a ceasefire and being openly pro Palestine on socials ever since last year. But of course, Ben Winston being a dick overwrites all of them, right?

5- There's no indication that Harry has ever cheated on anyone. It's possible he did, but not a single one of his exes has claimed so. Taylor openly admitted that while he was hooking up with other people so was she, and she repeatedly said that they were friends, even right after they broke up. Going to LENGTHS about it too, btw

Camille has been supportive os him even years after breaking up. Like, this is her interaction on a photo of him performing a song he wrote about her at the Grammys, after he won a fucking Grammy for it. She seems really cut up about it...

Do I need to mention Kendall?

Or Olivia?

His exes have literally NOTHING but good things to say about him. All of them!!! No exceptions. Even Caroline Flack, who he briefly dated (ew) when he was 17 had nothing but positivity to say about him. Even girls like Georgia Fowler, who he was seen with once, were positive about him years later.

I fear you're alone on this "cheating" thing. If he did, we don't know, and his exes don't seem to gaf, so why do you?

6- Homewrecker is such a ridiculous thing to say. You can't wreck a home as an outsider. He's never been married and he doesn't have children, so he couldn't have wrecked any homes. If you mean Olivia Wilde, chances are she did cheat on her ex with him, but where exactly do you get that Harry knew?

Mind you, Olivia's nanny came out with a tell all about the cheating, with text messages to boot, and she herself said Harry had no idea. This is from the "tell all" article:

It's likely Harry ended things with Olivia because of this article, finding out that she had lied to him lmfao. So how exactly was he a homewrecker? If he didn't know and was actively lied to by his girlfriend for two years, and ended things after he found out? (Mind you, look up the dates for this article, for the canceled Chicago show, for Olivia showing up in Chicago out of nowhere, then leaving, for his mom and sister showing up in Chicago out of nowhere, how many times they were seen together and what their faces looked like after the article, etc).

Unless you mean when he was groomed by 32 year old Lucy Horobin when he was 17, who also lied to a 20 year old member of another boyband, back in 2011, who explicitly said he didn't know Lucy was married lol

So, are you calling a 17 year old being groomed by a 32 year old married woman, who likely lied to him, "a home wrecker"?

Don't bother replying because you're blocked. But thank you for the list of things to debunk. And have a taste of Zayn being a cheater and a home wrecker (his own home! btw!)

Like this, when he was engaged to Perrie Edwards and was completely unapologetic about it, until he was caught. Then went on to twitter to say it wasn't what it looked like, but the girl has explicitly said that it definitely was lol (she went to a reality show later that year)

Or what about this?

When the whole Cristabel Riley thing happened, remember? Harry was involved too. But he was an 18 year old single boy, seeking consensual sex with girls who were of age and weren't even fans, but groupies. Zayn? Zayn was with Perrie (they'd been dating since early 2012, this happened over the summer of that year while they were touring America)

Remember when he was caught over Skype with the Riach brothers, talking to girls? They were in a hotel in New York after 1D's MSG show. The MSG show Perrie attended.

The article and the video about it have suspiciously been deleted off the internet, but here are the old links to the article and the video

But here's a post about it on a pop culture forum (it does not pre-date Perrie, as I said, this was late 2012 in New York while 1D was performing at MSG. Perrie literally attended the show).

Here's a Ziam blog (lmfao) talking about the timing going by the hotel in the background, just in case. It's pretty irefutable.

There's that infamous video that I can't find now, taken from a peephole, where Zayn sneaks a girl into a hotel room, and you can see it clearly. Also dating Perrie. The other phone call that was recorded, also dating Perrie. The groupies who have posted pictures from his house on their public social media as he was dating both Gigi and Perrie, which I won't link out of an abundance of caution (does the name Christina ring a bell?)

There's this with TOWIE's Abigail Clarke while he was with Gigi

There's Gigi filing a harassment report and Perrie being very open about her issues with him.

I don't give a fuck if he fucks every single woman in Pennsylvania. More power to him. There's nothing wrong with sex, but to have his fans (because you are his fan) come here and call someone else a cheater and a homewrecker is certainly ironic.

Zayn has cheated on every partner he's ever had multiple times. It is heavily documented and one of his exes has made it extremely clear. So I would look inwards if I were you.

Celebrities are problematic just like the rest of us. Nobody is perfect or has perfect friends. I strongly disagree with pointing out moral issues with celebrities to justify not liking them. I actively encourage people to embrace their inner hater without feeling the need to find morality issues for it. Just hate for the sake of hating otherwise you'll be a hypocrite.

But there are lines that you shouldn't cross. Violence, particularly violence against women and children. Sexual misconduct. Those things I don't play about (and nobody should) and I WILL call them out. So Zayn and Liam are fair game for me to bring up their moral issues. I don't dislike them because of them. Trust me I disliked them way before, and I don't need a reason for it, but I sure as hell will call them out on that as well.

I dislike Louis as well, but I'm not gonna make his dubious morality a focal point of this blog because he's a flawed human being like the rest of us. He has not had any accusations of violence or assault or sexual misconduct, so I don't feel the need to question his morality.

I'll talk about his homophobia not because I want to "cancel him" but because he has built his fanbase around a conspiracy theory that hinges on him being gay and oppressed because of it. Don't get it twisted. I'm here to expose his fanbase first and foremost, and that sadly for him, will decant on exposing him. Because that's the only way there is.

What he does with his life is none of my business otherwise, as long as it doesn't cross that very obvious line (and so far it hasn't)|

[hoovesandfloorpaws]

an ode to RBB and SBB 🧸🏳️‍🌈🧸

inspired by this beautiful post by @holyshit 🌈

i just rolled around in bed again yelling to myself out loud, because THIS ALL HAPPENED!!

So I want to talk about Rainbow Bondage Bear and Sugar Baby Bear (RBB and SBB) for a little bit. (link leads to a post of all pictures of them that had been posted to their twitter account @Rbbsbbofficial, before it was deactivated)

A timeline for RBB and SBB going up to Dec 12th, 2015 can be found here: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (i might add links here, because I'm sure a timeline post with screenshots exists here on Tumblr, too)

The second picture?? I had forgotten there weren’t just blue and green stickers with the daily emojis :) or :( on it, but also always TWO GIANT BLUE AND GREEN LIGHT BEAMS POINTED DIRECTLY AT THEM. like, you see how dark it is pre-show start. and those blue and green beams shine down there on those queens in the fur like the second coming of gay jesus - that was so iconic!

and then THIS happened???

and then the official RBB and SBB Twitter account tweeted this??

and then the number remained active for years!

PR-Louis: "Honestly, i'll tell u nao, hOnEsTlY! god's honest TrUth [...] no, honestly! i don't fink i've ever seen it in the.. in the flesh?" LMFAO Louis, love, if you say honestly 3 more times you might summon HIM:

but for real real -- i will never get over RBB and SBB and everything connected to it and this post is absolute emotional whiplash in the BEST way.

Harry and Louis (and everyone who helped them with it), y’all are legends for that. They knew we support them and they did ALL THAT and went those extra miles all the time to communicate back to us - to people who see them; understand the signs they send; who love them for who they are and support them through it all, in whichever small or bigger ways we can.

and I want to highlight, that sourcing all these different small props while almost constantly being on tour in different cities, countries, and continents took time and dedication. knowing tour life myself, the people who usually have the most (but still not much!) free time, are in fact the artists, not the crew. I want to make a point of this, because I saw some people back then saying Harry and Louis "wouldn't have time to do all this". They did.

In the entire context of Harry&Louis' relationship and within the inner workings of who and what One Direction was back then and still is - the queer legacy of RBB and SBB needs to be remembered.

The bears were so obviously something only between Harry&Louis and us. It was always clear who the bears wanted to communicate to. If you watch interviews of them being asked about them, you quickly realise -to this day-, they don't want to discuss them in this way.

Always ask yourself really why.

Always look for the things that are not being said; not being done.

Ask why the bears were clearly visible and there at so many shows and ALL of 1D completely ignored them, when they were so busy reading fan signs and picking up on writings on arms or flags in the crowd, making lighthearted jokes about it all, or Harry reading the "LARRY" on the arm of a fan and signalling his own arm to them like 'this, here!' and then giving multiple thumb ups? Harry and Louis (who were still very active on Twitter in 2014 and 2015) didn't Retweet or Like a single one of the bears' tweets, even though RBB and SBB were clearly linked to their shows, their locations, personal friends, live band members.

Most importantly, on Twitter and at shows, RBB and SBB were always referencing things that demonstrably exclusively tied to Harry&Louis' interests and personal lives. Sometimes even before it was made public.

RBB and SBB were an enigma that conveyed a powerful message. And they were one of the most fun and sweetest ways for Harry&Louis to communicate with us. I'm really grateful for their existence.

It should remain their personal choice to address them. I personally don't ever need to hear Harry and Louis publicly explain them to the world.

The people who know, know.

We know. 🧸🏳️‍🌈🧸

[louisisalarrie]

https://www.tumblr.com/louisisalarrie/751165968174153728/so-i-keep-seeing-stories-from-girls-saying-theyve

So this ask is me and you asked what makes it believable…well, the podcast story for one (which was from last year I think) seems pretty believable to me. It’s actually a cute story. No shade thrown at Louis, she says he was lovely and a great kisser. He took her number (don’t think he gave his) and messaged her a few times - by then he’d left LA - and then contact stopped. He’s not that big of a name in the music/celeb world - don’t get me wrong I love him but he keeps a fairly low profile - so this girl has no reason to lie in my opinion. Most folks who listen to her podcast probably have no idea who he is apart from the 1D link. Her podcast doesn’t appear to be about 1D - although I’ve not seen what else she’s done. She doesn’t appear to be a fan in fact I don’t even think she knew who he was at first, others told her.

Her story is also very similar to others that claim to have made out with him. Girl meets him in a bar/club where he’s usually with at least one other friend, they kiss, his friend kind of protects their privacy…and then nothing beyond. No stories of them going back to his hotel, sleeping with him or anything like that. Just club make outs! There was a photo doing the rounds a while ago of him sat with a girl in Mexico I think. The story from her friend was that they’d made out and it does sort of look that way from the pic but honestly who knows!

I’d say he has a type!

Of course none of these may be true (and I’m quite happy for you tell me they’re not!) but there does seem to be a reoccurring theme…

Eepers. Welcome to the show, anon!

ok I think im just gonna touch on a couple of things here for you anon:

1. About him being not big enough/why would people lie: he’s not Harry, and so it’s simply because it’s more believable. We don’t see Harry out and about at clubs. We don’t see him getting drunk and surrounded by gals in a filthy club. But we do see Louis doing that. Louis is open about his alcohol and drug use so it’s a lot easier to fabricate things about him because it’s no secret that he goes out. But I simply don’t believe he’s on the pull.

2. Continuing with texts: if he was on the pull, he wouldn’t just make out with a girl, keep texting her, and then ghost shortly after. I feel like it would be a hit it and quit it more likely, because why bother texting after if you have no intention on seeing them again? Would it just be to make him look better/because he’s a nice guy? I think it makes it seem that he was more interested in her. But in my experience, artists don’t do that, unless they wanna uphold the relationship to see that person every time they’re in town. But I just don’t think it’s the case.

3. Not being a fan: of course she wouldn’t post this from a Louis account or whatever, as it would make it more unbelievable. And you’re right, I doubt she’s a fan, and becaude she’s like “oh im not a fan” it makes it seem, again, more believable.

4. Similar stories: upholding the narrative is what makes these stories more believable. Someone says a story, paints a picture of Louis, then another person claims they made out with him too but aligns their “story” with what the other person said because it seems consistent, and the more people with a similar experience, the easier it is to believe it’s him.

5. Club make outs: these are by far the easiest to fabricate, because going back to an artist’s hotel these days seems ridiculous and too far fetched. You have to uphold a longer and more detailed story, and you’ll probably get more hate, ya know?

6. Random girls: like… okay. Listen. Making out with randoms is a surefire way to get sick when on tour. You don’t know what germs you’re getting and it’d be a big risk. Hook up with someone and wake up the next day with a sore throat? Soz, your show is cancelled!

And finally, just to put things in perspective:

Would you believe me if I said I’d hooked up with Louis? I just run this account because I once believed larry were together and I still fight for them because of the injustices they went through as kids. I’ve never discussed it before, because it’s quite clear im a fan, and it would sound quite unbelievable. But when I worked with him on tour, he invited a few of us for post show drinks, and we went out to a club with a VIP area out of sight. Oli and his crew were there, and we all drank and laughed, and had a dance. Louis grabbed my waist and we started making out, and it was super hot. I was obviously really shocked! But he was super sweet and a good kisser so I just went with the flow.

So, we continued to dance and make out and oli and security kinda noticed a few people from the dance floor below the balcony VIP area we were in, started to notice that there may have been someone famous up there. Oli moved to the front to block us, we continued making out, and luckily there was only one photo posted and I immediately asked the person to take it down. We carried on drinking shots and vodka redbulls together, celebrating an awesome Australia tour.

Louis was very touchy for the rest of the night, but we just had a laugh. He asked for my number, I gave it to him, and he said he’d text me the next day. I went back to my hotel with my workmates, and was in absolute shock and so weirded out that he was actually into women!?!?!! The whole Larry thing just dropped for me, and it turned out that yeah… the other stories were true.

We texted back and forth the next day, both laughing about our hangovers, and he was super sweet. He said he’d like to see me again when he’s in AU, and kept in touch even when he left. Communication fizzled out on his end and I figured like whatever he’s a super busy guy, and I left it at that. He was super gentle and sweet though, and very funny and loud. It was so wild!

[bullet-prooflove]

The Beauty of the End Part 3: Walk The Line - Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader (feat: Taza)

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It’s late when Taza calls you, or early depending on how you look at it. You’ve just gotten out of the shower after finishing up a show in St Louis and you’re looking forward to crawling under the sheets of the bed in your hotel room. You’re burning out, you can feel the embers dousing under the surface of your skin. You’re coming off a week of back-to-back shows and the travel is killing you.

This life, it isn’t what you thought. It’s fast paced, you barely know where you are from one day to the next and it leaves your head spinning. You feel like you're losing tiny pieces of yourself along the journey. You hate playing the larger venues, there’s a disconnect between the audience and the music. You prefer smaller, more intimate settings where you can see the effect the music has upon the individual, you love that moment when you see it hit someone, when the notes affect them, and they feel the music in the depths of their soul.

You sit at the small dressing table in your room and pick up a cotton pad before adding a splotch of cleanser to it, you wipe away the remains of the mascara from underneath your eyes before setting to work on the rest of your face. Another thing you hate is the constant primping, you spend hours before each gig with a hairstylist and makeup artist, having your chin tilted this way and your hair tugged another. By the time they’re finished with you, you don’t recognise the woman looking back at you in the mirror. It seems disingenuous, unauthentic.

You want to go home back to Santo Padre, but home is where Riz is, and you can’t face seeing him with another woman. That last phone call had eviscerated you. Part of you didn’t want to believe him but the truth was, this tour had been putting pressure on the relationship for a while, you couldn’t blame him for wanting someone more present. It cuts deep though, the man you love, the one that promised you he wouldn’t fuck around, finding someone else.

It's why you’re still here, still being shuttled from city to city, venue to venue by a record label that seems to be doing everything in their power to challenge everything you stand for. You haven’t failed to notice that the dresses are getting shorter and the tops lower cut. The other night at dinner, one of the producers had put his hand on your thigh and offered you a bump in the bathroom. He’d had the audacity to look shocked when you’d declined.

Play the game, your manager had said when you’d told him. These guys can take you places.

You didn’t want to go the places that they were offering you. You may be heartbroken, but you know you’re worth more than a blowjob in a steakhouse bathroom.

When you see Taza’s name flash up on your phone, you almost don’t answer it. There’s a chill that rushes through your bones, it feels like part of you is disconnecting from your body. You’ve been out of touch with anyone from the MC since Riz broke it off, you don’t want to hear about how happy he is with his new lover. You want to pretend that this thing between the two of you never even happened because it hurts too fucking much to admit that you weren’t enough.

“Che.” You say softly when you put the phone to your ear.

He calls you by your real name, the one you fucking hate and that’s when you know it’s serious. Your heart rate picks up as you clutch the phone tightly.

“Just tell me.” You request because you can’t stand drawing out the agony. A million things run through your mind.

Is he hurt? Is he dead? Did he come off his bike again? Was it worse than last time?

“Physically, he’s fine.” He tells you and you breathe a sigh of relief, because despite what Riz has done to you, you still care for him, you're still hopelessly in love with him and you don’t see it changing anytime soon. “Mentally though, he’s not been the same since the night he went to Nashville, I was hoping you could shed some light on that?”

Nashville…

The night Riz called you up after your first sold out show and told you he didn’t love you anymore, that there was someone else.

“He didn’t come to Nashville.” You tell Taza. “The last time I saw him was in Vegas when he…”

You don’t finish the sentence because it hurts too fucking much.

When he turned up with a bouquet of daisies, when he kissed you until you were breathless, when he made love to you in a bed that cost more than your home, telling you how much he loved you, how much he missed you, how proud he was.

“He went down to surprise you.” Taza informs you. “He got a flight from San Diego; I dropped him off at the airport myself.”

It’s like a punch in the gut, the air rushes out of your lungs and it feels like you can’t fucking breathe because Riz hates flying, he would rather ride the bike the entire way across the country then take a flight anywhere. He says he was born with his feet firmly upon the ground and that’s where he intends to stay.

You remember the conversation from the night before that.

“I want to come home.” You’d said, “I miss you.”

He’d come to Nashville for you, endured a four-hour flight because he’d wanted to see you and then…

“He called me that night.” You tell Taza. “Told me it wasn’t working, that he was seeing someone else.”

Taza clears his throat, you sense the pieces are falling into place for the other man. You think back to that night, you were exhausted, overwhelmed and wrecked after that show. You were thinking about quitting when you got the call from Riz and it had ruined you completely, you’d cried yourself to sleep.

“He wasn’t seeing anyone else, and his feelings haven’t changed.”  You heard Taza sigh further down the line. “He’s a mess, he’s either drunk or high. You didn’t know Riz before…”

But you did in a way, Riz had told you all about his past exploits, how fucking provided a relief, no matter how temporary. You’d been the same after you’d left Wyatt, one night stands, bathroom hook ups, anything to stave off the crushing numbness that filled you up inside.

“I know.” You tell Taza, your fingertips pinching the bridge of your nose as your head swam. “I know what he was like back then.”

“It’s worse.” Taza says, and you can visualise him shaking his head as he speaks. “He’s reckless, I worry he’s going to get hurt and I can’t seem to get through to him.”

There’s a silence for a moment and you can tell that Taza is struggling, that he’s terrified of losing another brother. Your gaze comes to rest on the battered suitcase you’ve been living out of for the past few months. The one that Riz helped you decorate with stickers to cover up the cracks in the leather.

“I’ll try to catch a flight back to San Diego tonight.” You tell him, switching the phone onto speaker so you could look up flights out of St Louis. “Do you think you can pick me up at the airport if I can?”

“Yea.” Taza says. “You give me a call and I’ll be there.”

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[johngarfieldtribute]

A Golden Boy…a TRUE American Hero.

Adam McKay’s DEATH ON THE LOT podcast, episode 3 features John Garfield unjust framing by HUAC.

The guests on the podcast are ALL the people I would have selected to interview: daughter, actor and artist, Julie Garfield; authors, Robert Nott and Isaac Butler, and also a surprise—actor, Lee Grant one of the few remaining to be blacklisted in Hollywood in the 50’s. Excellent commentary by all. Good on you, Adam McKay and team!

The Red-Baiting of a Golden Boy | Episode 3 | A new generation of actors questioned the status quo; a rattled establishment fought back; dire consequences ensued. We’re talking John Garfield, Hollywood’s first method actor. LISTEN

"When I was originally requested to appear before the committee, I said that I would answer all questions, fully and without any reservations, and that is what I have done. I have nothing to be ashamed of and nothing to hide. My life is an open book. I was glad to appear before you and talk with you. I am no Red. I am no pink. I am no fellow traveler. I am a Democrat by politics, a liberal by inclination, and a loyal citizen of this country by every act of my life.”

—John Garfield’s statement before House Un-American Activites Committee (HUAC) on April 23, 1951.

All Julie wanted to do was what he did best: ACT. They took everything away from him. Despite that, he held his street cred. He gave away not a single name during his testimony. No ratting on friends and associates from Julie. Badass.

The others involved: Shameful. Shocking that Julie’s life and livelihood could be toyed with so heartlessly and carelessly. This was a man who did so much for his country. How could the ruthless, power hungry politicians ignore these examples of John Garfield’s patriotism?

During WWII, he cofounded—after bringing the suggestion to Bette Davis—the Hollywood Canteen. The Canteen operated from October 3, 1942 through November 22, 1945 (Thanksgiving Day), as a club offering free of charge: food, dancing and entertainment for service personnel usually on their way overseas. Nearly four million people were served as they were serving us!

The Hollywood Victory Caravan included Eddie Dowling, President of Camp Shows, Ray Bolger, Mitzi Mayfair, Louis Polanski, Stan Laurel, Oliver Hardy, Jane Pickens, Benay Venuta, and John Garfield serving as master of ceremonies. One of the first USO tours, Flying Showboat revue toured U.S. military bases in the Caribbean. These celebrities performed under some extremely trying conditions, as the weather was brutally hot and many of the camps were not equipped to host theatrical performances. The show must go on (!) and it did.

Julie running an event at the Canteen.

Julie entertains the troops! Audience members at the Canteen filled the hall.

Here he is selling War Bonds to support WWII efforts with Humphrey Bogart in 1943. Not sure who is pictured with them.

Julie championed the story of real life marine hero, Al Schmid bringing it to the screen in PRIDE OF THE MARINES. He read about the hero in LIFE magazine and brought the idea for a film to the studio. He stayed with Sargent Schmid and his wife for a couple weeks to portray the man respectfully and honesty.