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Hey Sea! You mentioned that for festivals, headliners would likely only get 10-12 songs. With that in mind, which 10-12 songs do you think Louis should have on his set list. It’s a chance for him to potentially musically introduce himself to so many new people! I’m very happy for him.

Hi!

This is a personal list of songs I think people would like / should hear:

1. Kill My Mind - cool song. Good vibes. Interesting lyrics.

2. Out Of My System - really cool live intro. They should change the stage graphics to match the energy.

3. Face The Music - great energy

4. Copy Of A Copy Of A Copy - Louis the intellect. Also the Fight Club reference

5. Saturdays - the build of the song is gorgeous.

6. Headline - Defenceless - Always You medley. Pop princesses. [I cheated but these songs deserve. He won’t play them though.]

7. Miss You - best non-album song.

8. High In California - a fun bop

9. End of the Day - let me dream!

10. Bigger Than Me - a huge, huge song. Not sure he’s up to singing it for so many people, but it’s a showcase.

11. Written All Over Your Face - for the sluttiness

12. NEW SONG (let me dream!!)

Bohemian Rhapsody. We Will Rock You. Somebody To Love. All hit singles, and all the direct product of a band that was formed when an astrophysicist and a dentistry major found a new friend in an art college, who then went on to recruit a fourth member from the electronics school. Based on this alliance I propose the rift in society between Arts and STEM students was fabricated to keep us separated so as to dilute our true power - and fabricated by who, you may ask? The business major, the only member of society who reaps no reward from art and science and thus must weaken us so as to stay ahead. In this essay I will

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idk why but this shit made me tear up (the final line is fire)

https://www.tumblr.com/seasurfacefullofclouds1/744672247980195840/it-wasnt-a-failure-of-understanding-of-harrys

Not sure if its a good way to start my ask but i was a larrie until couple of months and i still feel very bad that am not able to let it go.. this is not my life until last year and its just i feel too much all the time.. am not able to let it go that louis and harry are not together and seeing your blog and going through stuff that is not said anywhere is making me so angry.. how the truth is twisted and made into a fantasy, i guess its not even people fault who write only about their perception because they think of boys in a certain way rather than what actually happened and what has been happening and how unfair L is being treated.. am angry with myself that why am i bothered when a millionaire white male(H) has turned to be what they usually are.. i did not believe harry relationship with olivia but when i saw pattern of H and his personal trainer i was feeling very bad.. very bad for louis.. i know you don’t believe they are together but i did and i felt so betrayed.. you might think thats its silly to feel such strongly but trust me am unable believe myself.. it could’ve been that louis has broken up with harry or the otherway but i cannot help but feel sad for louis.. he is someone who deserves a better man than H but he also seem to take a lot of time to get into a relationship unlike someone who has relationships with every other random person.. may be that trainer is a good person but harry’s way of parading his girlfriends or boyfriends around the world is disgusting and people actually are doing is it just something else altogether.. i wanna sit with louis and wanna hear all about what he has to say and kick everyone that hurt him so badly..

Hi there!

I can’t say that I know enough about Brad the Trainer, except that sometimes he and Harry are in casual photos together? Honestly, idk anything.

I know when fandom hangs on certain myths (the two-week rule, we-kind-of-share-that, Louis supports Harry at his concerts, Harry is secretly helping Louis’ career), it can feel very personally anxiety-provoking when an event contradicts the mythology, like when they spent months during pandemic obviously thousands of miles apart.

I used to be a Larrie, and I remember those moments of huge doubt, only to have the fandom twist the truth so hard to eliminate the doubters. Then it would always turn to old gifs, jokes, memes, and fanfiction to make everything comfy again.

Here’s the thing. I think once you let go of “they still might be together,” you should try to question every assumption, even something like, “They check up on each other.” Do they though? Do they even have time?

Unlike fans, Louis and Harry know what they are (individually) doing every day, they don’t have to guess. Their days are often filled with work and meetings. They’re with friends. They have to plan months, years into the future. They have to talk to doctors, dentists, stylists, publicists, tour managers, graphic designers, producers… you get the idea.

I promise you they are NOT reading fan tweets or Tumblr posts and sending secret signals or anons. I promise you they aren’t coordinating what they wear, let alone colors. They aren’t checking each other’s lyrics or interviews or gossip pages or haircuts or fanfic-inspired movies or whatever, because their lives are already too busy; they are two separate people.

So I doubt that Louis is sitting at home feeling sad that Harry is dating whomever, because it probably never crosses his mind. Louis is living his own very full, very fulfilling, very fun, and probably at times very stressful life. He has employees he needs to pay, and investments in future projects that aren’t easy and aren’t jokes. Life isn’t just about getting on stage for 90 minutes every few days.

Instead, feel happy for Louis that he has so much going on, and that he is the master of his life. He can choose to settle down with someone or not. He can like whatever he wants to like on Instagram. He can design his 28 clothing campaigns the way he wants it. Louis’ stage design is his creation. He can choose not to perform at an Azoff venue, ever. He can support and listen to whatever artist he wants without worrying about their label or management affiliation. He watches the shows he wants to watch, wears the designers he wants to wear. He can spend money on his band, taking them on outings, and trust them completely. All of this is so much more than what he had before— and his joy shows.

Welcome to your freedom.

Once more for those in the back.

jumpscare

duo lou 💙

The social attitude regarding age is consistently getting weirder. You’re not ‘pushing 30’ you’re just in your late 20s. 30 is not old and neither is 40 while I’m at it. Growing older is an enormous privilege and displaying that age is a gorgeous component of life. Spending your days trying to reverse that grace breeds an eternally wasted life.

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Tracks

-The Greenest

-Written All Over Your Figs

-Bigger Than Greens

-Lettuce Again

-Face The Mushrooms

-Cilantro (Chicago)

-All This Thyme

-Out Of My Shallots

-Headleaves

-Salad Days

-Scallion Tongues

-She Is Beetroot We Are Weird Grass

-Common Potatoes

-Avocados Fly

-Holding On To Horseradish

-That's The Way Leeks Go

-Parsleydise

-Carrot Of A Carrot Of A Carrot

-High In Cauliflower

-Chive (Change)

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Forgive me.

Just saying that I'd like to see a Change MV with Louis and his buddies just partying, but with that old-school camera feel if you know what I mean (my articulation is shit)

Walls: wanting to find a home where you can find love, security and warmth

Faith In The Future: I've found a home, a community and myself

The latest ultimate Louis song poll has sparked different kinds of despair in me...

@berlinini

milf (mutual i like following)

I had like a big ass revelation-

The Marauders are S O Silver Tongues (by Louis Tomlinson) coded B U T instead of the final line, it's the last line on Saturdays (by Louis) and I-

I'm rambling but I've made my point

Hi Sea, I used to also be a Larrie because that is the fandom lore but then when you don’t go by the lore and start following things along with the fandom you start realising it’s such a load of crap. When you look back in retrospect you realise all those years you were just digesting one sided information. In 2011, when Larries believe that Louis and Harry were not as closeted, Harry still spent his Christmas and New Year’s Eve with Nick Grimshaw.

Even the most important party that Louis and Harry had, Louis hung out with his friends from Doncaster and Harry had his celebrity pals from London. He spent Valentines 2012 with Nick, he spent all of his big birthdays with Nick, all his momentous occasions etc.

Larries talk about Louis and Harry going to the Leeds festival, but actually they went together with each of their friends, Stan was there so were Harry’s friends. Harry has been to a lot more festivals since then with Nick and his friends.

He only reduced spending his off time with Nick when he started hanging out with his American friends instead, it was first Jeff and then later Xander, and all the LA people. If he was being closeted so harshly and his management was in total control why was he being encouraged to hang out so much with an openly gay man? Maybe it was his choice because he wanted to hangout with the who’s who of the British socialites with Nick instead of remaining in the shadows with Louis and Zayn playing video games.

When I look back at the Larrie videos, yes Louis and Harry were quite friendly initially but so were all of them at different points. Which is why there were so many ships in the fandom. They were also playing into the fan fiction created for them, it seemed good fan service and banter. None of it seems very serious if u take off the Larrie lense.

What is apparent is if you disregard Larrie hearsay and theories, they didn’t spend much time together outside of the stage they shared.

Remember Harry being at Louis’ mother’s wedding was a huge thing. It gave a boost to the fandom and lots of interest and PR. Why was Harry dressed the way he was and so many pictures leaked with him as the focus when their management was doing so much to closet them? He could have shown support for Louis and his family by being lowkey if it wasn’t meant for public consumption. Then the whole rainbow bears saga. None it was hidden, it was all an open secret yet it wasn’t put to an end but apparently the management wouldn’t even let them look at each others direction unless they were promoting MITAM.

Since then Harry and Louis haven’t been on the same continent. Yet, Larries are the target for every marketing cycle as they are good at creating and distributing content.

They keep calling other people names but it’s equally likely that they are being played.

I think the worst thing is that Larries play each other.

The older Larries play the younger fans.

It’s not just the age difference, but they knowingly mislead some vulnerable, newer fans in order to preserve their status in the fandom, and in order to protect Harry’s power, and only Harry.

Why side with only one person in your ship, the one holding all the cards, the one with all the industry support?

Why would you be a fan of someone who works with and hires people who openly insult your partner, and then start new businesses with them?

Why would you be a fan of someone who uses the opportunity of Fizzy’s death to promote himself?

Why would you be a fan of someone who insults the memory of Louis’ mother?

Common People by Louis Tomlinson

Lucky Again by Louis Tomlinson

@berlinini

Here :3

https://we-can-burn-it-up-in-flames.tumblr.com/post/739307106413510656/holding-on-to-heartache-by-louis-tomlinson

High In California by Louis Tomlinson

@berlinini

Here ✨️

Am I trolling or does he give me young Remus Lupin?

Cillian Murphy by Gregory Harris | GQ. March, 2024

Saturdays by Louis Tomlinson

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You could hear an ant whisper throughout the crowdless hallway. 

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The little taps echoed, bouncing off the tiles.

Aren hoisted the bag higher on his shoulder, the move proving useless as the strap slid down yet again. Unfazed, the boy halted in his tracks, sliding open the door.

Mornings in PK Academy were relatively calm and soothing compared to the shenanigans that typically happened during lunch. Per usual, it was nothing more than gentle murmurings from students and their friends. By this time, it was usually interrupted by–

“Put me down you big oaf!” A shrill shriek pierced the relatively calm atmosphere. 

And there they were–

“What’s wrong chibi? It’s not all that high,” Nendou teased. 

His friends!

Nendou was dangling Shun up in the air by the collar of his school jacket, causing Shun to hang several feet off the ground. The chuunibyou was scrambling rather comically mid-air, squawking incessantly as Saiki disinterestedly stared out the window. The pinkette’s eyes slid over to Aren’s, giving him a slow blink in recognition. Aren smiled, throwing up a friendly wave before plopping his bag down and sauntering to the trio.

“Morning boys,” he greeted, giving Nendou a pat on the back. Tilting up his head, he smiled at Shun, whose face was flushed cherry red. The bluenette’s devil red eyes lit up at the sight of his friend, then a sudden shift. Shun’s hand reached to cover his face, the shadow of his fluffy hair obscuring an eye, the crimson bandage on his hands trailing in an unseen breeze.

“Ah, Aren! The Dark Reunion struck again last night!” Shun announced, arms flailing out dramatically. His voice and tone had darkened by a smidge. Aren jerked his head up to motion for him to proceed, a grin decorating his face. It was quite comical to see the short boy attempting it act mysterious and intimidating despite the fact he was precariously hanging by his jacket, a foot or two off the ground.

“Last night, the Dark Reunion unleashed a beast from its depths to hound after me through the dark,” he whispered mysteriously, effect ruined by the rather audible voice crack that wormed its way out of his mouth. “With my all-powerful Black Beat, I vanquished it into the void!” the teen exclaimed.

Aren nodded encouragingly with a hum as he set down his bag in his seat. He glanced over to Saiki, whose pink eyebrows seemed to raise by the slightest at Shun’s fantasies, but said nothing. Aren must be overthinking it.

“C’mon now, give him to me, Nendou.” The purple-haired teen stretched out his arms to the scrappling boy held aloft in the air.

Nendou gave Aren a childish pout, turning his nose up in the air faux-haughtily. “Fine, but we gotta get ramen after school,” the thuggish-looking teen huffed in response, promptly releasing Shun’s jacket and dropping him into Aren’s arms.

The former-thug caught Shun by the armpits as he dropped.

Shun’s milky cheeks stained cherry pink, mouth agape in the midst of a surprised squeak, eyes flitting bewilderedly as he was abruptly dropped by Nendou, then was supported by Aren’s warm hands.

It may just… Maybe it was the way the soft morning rays hit Shun just right… illuminating him oh-so perfectly… Maybe it was the way Aren’s mind immediately likened Shun to a fuzzy little bunny, with his fluffy hair and all… It may have also been the way Shun's long, brush-like lashes batted to cast a hypnotising spell over him. It might have even been the way the devil red of Shun’s eyes looked so angelic as they widened by the slightest. Transfixed, was the word suitable to describe Aren in this situation…

“Aren… can I get down now?” Shun’s voice knocked Aren back to reality–

A reality where it was definitely not appropriate to hold your homie in your arms for a ridiculously long amount of time.

With a jerky nod, Aren stuttered out some unintelligible words and set his friend down. Said friend dusted himself off, eyes doing nothing but displaying relief of having finally made contact with the ground. If there was any show of embarrassment on Shun's part earlier, it immediately vanished the second his feet reunited with the tiles of the floor.

Just as the blue-haired boy was about to squawk out flustered words of thanks, their teacher entered the classroom, prompting them to slide back to their seats.

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Class was… class…

Shun was paying rapt attention to the lesson, right hand scribbling down notes in his notebook. Occasionally, his diligent note-taking would morph into snippets of the adventures of Jet Black Wings, then revert back to the words on the board. His left hand remained useless for this time period, fingers alternating between drumming on the desk and fiddling with his frayed bandages.

Speaking of which, he wanted to change them, his bandages couldn't hold against his Black Beat forever… Meaning he had to buy some bandages, preferably softer ones, and dye them to that one specific shade of red he liked and tear them up a little, or maybe he should try fingerless gloves for a change, though his mother might ask what the expenses were for.

His eyes flicked over to Aren–

‘Maybe I can ask Aren for some spare ones, he does use them when he rides on his bike…’

His gaze switched to Aren’s hands–

‘His hands are pretty large though, compared to mine…’

He looked down on his own bandage wrapped hands–

‘They probably might not fit… Maybe he has some from his younger days…’

He turned back to blatantly stare at Aren’s hands, his right hand now slack and unmoving–

‘His hands look rather worn don't they? If I squint I could probably see some faint scars and tan lines,” he mused.

‘I wonder what it would be like to hold them-’

He snapped his head up, his posture suddenly poker-straight, ruffled by his sudden thoughts.

It was weird to randomly think of holding someone's hand in the middle of class, let alone the hand of your best friend! Grimacing at himself, he zoned back in and found his right hand had continued writing, the contents, he didn't know.

Taking a peek at his writing on the pre-printed lines, his eyes widened rather comically–

Oh Lord, he'd written everything down!

He scribbled everything out, then deciding to rip the page out as the shame had festered for too long. Whatever, he could always copy off Saiki at break anyway.

Getting back into his studying mindset, he refocused on the lesson. His mind didn't trail off to Aren again… (it did…)

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Break was a normal affair if you didn't include Hairo and Nendou engaging in an arm wrestling competition. (Hairo got absolutely demolished after an impressive period of time, and all the while Nendou was picking his nose, typical)

The final classes were finished just as rain began to pelt down. The little group of friends decided to return home immediately instead of going for ramen (much to Nendou's dismay) as they usually do.

Saiki had already gone off into the heavy downpour, Nendou had already hunkered off somewhere after a minute or two of literally prodding at Shun's face, leaving Aren and Shun alone at the entrance.

Shun was thankful he had the foresight to pack an umbrella in the morning, smugly grinning to himself as he shook it out properly and opening it with a flourish. Meanwhile, Aren was slouching at the entrance with his bag lazily slung across his back, watching…

“I'm going to go now… Are you fine being here… alone?” Shun asked, looking up at Aren, head unconsciously tilted questioningly. Aren nodded slowly, casting a glance as the brutal pounding of the rain. Of all days, today was the day he decided to walk to school.

The purple-haired teen shrugged with a sigh, running a hand through his hair, “I s’pose I could wait it out, y'know?” He internally cursed himself for looking so stupid and unprepared before Shun. Who knows what the boy could be thinking of him now!

Without the slightest acknowledgement to the rosy blush on Aren’s cheeks, Shun jerkily tilted his umbrella to him.

“I-I mean,” a nervous chuckle slipped, “I- You- We could always share the umbrella, it's b-big enough…” Shun’s voice trailed off to a whisper at the end of his sentence.

No one needed to know of the leap Shun’s heart made when the headlights of a passing car lit up Aren's sharp features all too finely; and not a soul should even hear wind of how Shun's eyes greedily followed Aren's hair as he ran it through his hair; and not a person should be aware of how Shun felt like he was struck by lighting a million times over when his best friend's eyes pierced his.

Silence blared within the small area as Aren weighed the pros and cons of joining Shun, torn between wanting to spend time with his friend, yet not wanting to hinder the small teen.

Shun was knew all too well that Aren was overthinking it, and he knew just as well the remedy to it–

“I promise you I don't mind it at all, you know? We always drop you off first anyway,” the bluenette added in a unsure whisper.

There they stood for a few moments, lost to the world just for those fleeting seconds. Shun looked all too ethereal standing under his umbrella, the rain framing him in such a way that it more or less matched up to Teruhashi’s glow, but with such a simplicity. Aren brought a sullen, captivating, all-encompassing quality to them, yet not in a way that made you want to cower, but in the way of how the night sky seems so dark and picturesque. Rain danced around Shun; wind waltzed around Aren; the contrast was oh-so simple.

In an unplanned, daring move, Shun entwined Aren's hand in his and yanked the latter along with him under his umbrella. The purple-haired teen let out a yelp at the sudden jerk. His arm tensed up in reflex, his head instinctively telling him to hit, but he refrained. Thankfully, nothing was picked up by his friend.

Aren was a shave away from directly colliding with Shun due to the force of the pull, ending up with both of them bare inches away from each other, Shun's smaller, colder hand just barely curled around Aren's larger, warmer one.

Too intense, too magnetic, too electrifying… Too much to just describe an accident between two friends; best friends in fact. Each bit of skin contact, every intake and release of breath amplified, so much so that Shun barely noticed his slackening grip on the umbrella, the crystal bullets of rain dripping on his bag.

Devil red falling into plum purple; plum purple falling into devil red; heavy pants synchronising; grips tightening–

Should I continue this?

Did 2 of my favourite fan-blogs of ALL TIME just reblog one of my reboots that I reblogged from 1 of my favourite fan-blogs? YES THEY DID AND THEY PUT TAGS TOO

!MIC PACK TWISTS!

!GET THE DRINK BENDS!

!STAGE STRUTS!

!BARRICADE RUNS!

!INTERACT WITH THE FANS SQUATS!

!ESCAPE SECURITY SHIMMIES!

!MID-SONG ARM LIFTS!

AND MORE!!!

DO EACH EXERCISE FOR 3, 6 THEN 9 MINUTES FOR 28 DAYS!!! YOU WILL SEE THE DIFFERENCE!!! YOU'LL GET AN HOURGLASS WAIST AS CRISP AS LOUIS' IF YOU FOLLOW THESE EASY STEPS!!!

dude i swear i want to hold his waist once just once. This is just unfair.

somebody should make a '5 min louis tomlinson waist workout on youtube'

you’re so right, don’t tell me this won’t get people clicking immediately

“A white woman can say that a neighborhood is “sketchy” and most people will smile and nod. She felt unsafe, and we automatically trust her opinion. A black man can tell the world that every day he lives in fear of the police, and suddenly everyone demands statistical evidence to prove that his life experience is real”

— Fact Check: Your Demand for Statistical Proof is Racist » Cyborgology

I just found out they're the same age and I-

Going feral rn

When I just read this diary of the wimpy kid fancomic called Dysfunctional Perspective all my mind could think of is that Rodrick and Greg reminded me of Sirius and Regulus and like.... they're so similar??

The rebel kid that gets the worst of the abuse because they constantly fight back and the younger sibling who copes by conforming to their parents view and rejects any implication that prove that their family is much worse than they first thought but instead of Regulus figuring it out like Greg did in the comic and realizing that the shit that happened in their house wasn't okay and that he was distoring his perspective to suit his image.

He and Sirius spend years on opposing sides until Sirius leaves and then Regulus joins the death eaters and then finally realizes that everything is wrong and this wasn't how he wanted his life to go and he had no friends and his parents wouldn't support him and the only person he could think that could get him out of this situation would sneer at him every time they so much as made eye contact

then everything with the horcrux, Voldemort and kreacher happens and Regulus dies because he feels like this is the only way he could make a difference but in the end it wasn't until about twenty years later that the horcruxes and Voldemort were finally destroyed so he had died for naught and Sirius never finds out that his little brother had died trying to do something good for the first time in his short, short life

✨ the tragedy of the black brothers✨