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anonymous asked:

I'm sorry but I'm not understanding what happened. I wasn't here at the timw

i’m pretty sure it’s about this article. and that photographer posted this acting like gq did some radical “”””””awakening””””” and destroyed one direction’s teeny bopper image because of some vampire looking photographs. which sjghsfsjkuls js nO. people were pissed about the gq interview because the interviewer was SO INVASIVE like awfully so especially given the boy’s age at the time like here’s an excerpt: 

GQ: Do you know how many people you’ve slept with?
Harry: I know the number of people I’ve slept with, yes.
GQ: What is that number?
Harry: I’m definitely not telling you!
GQ: Can you give me a rough, ballpark figure?
Harry: No!
GQ: Say “yes” or “no”. Less than 100?
Harry: No!
GQ: So higher than 100?
Harry: No, it’s definitely less than 100…
GQ: Lower than 50?
Harry: Yes, lower than 50.
GQ: Lower than 30?[b]Harry: I’m not doing this! You’re cornering me!
GQ: Come on you’re a rock star. OK, less than ten.
Harry: Yes. Two people. I’ve only ever had sex with two people.
GQ: I don’t believe you.
Harry: Well, that’s my answer. Read from it what you will!

like he was BADGERING harry about how many people he’d had sex with and it was fucking awful and people were rightfully pissed off at that interviewer for being so invasive and fucking rude and yet gq of course ENTIRELY missed the point and this photographer cONTINUES to miss the point

anyway it’s aufckigng joke “ i had destroyed the brand of teeny boppers in bed with their cup of coco in bed by 9pm. these young girls dreams of teddy bear pop icons had been destroyed, they were now verile young men ready to be grown up. “

anonymous asked:

(1) About the post from @cuethetommo - might be, got me thinking. But then again, 1. what he says at the moment isn't 100% him and with zero intention to fit a certain narrative, 2. he/ they fought so hard these past years, I'm not sure if he'd really feel like that? especially if stunting and himmand L supposedly being enemies and the 2013 het Harry image are still a thing? they'd have to keep answering the questions they seem to hate, they'd have to keep lying... Not saying they shouldn't

(2) choose this option or that they’re disgusting for choosing it or whatever some people say about wanting to closet oneself! But I just can’t really image I think. Can you? I’d love to hear more thoughts about this

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I think Liz, @cuethetommo, astutely observed that Harry wants to take the media focus off his sexuality.

He has always had the media focus intensely on his sex life– not just his romantic life, but his SEX life. How many, what gender, how wild. I think we’ve seen that Harry has been an unwilling participant. The questions have been intrusive and gross. Take the GQ interview (is it any wonder Harry hasn’t been back to GQ for his solo promo?)(source: http://www.gq-magazine.co.uk/article/one-direction-gq-covers-interview):

GQ: What do you make of the rumours about you and Nick Grimshaw?

Harry: What rumours would they be?

GQ: That you’re an item.

Harry: Oh, really? I didn’t even know. We’re not dating, no. We’re just friends.

GQ: So you’re not bisexual?

Harry: Bisexual? Me? I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure I’m not.

GQ: Do these rumours feel at all intrusive?

Harry: Some of them are funny. Some of them are ridiculous. Some of them are annoying. I don’t want to be one of those people that complains about the rumours. I never like it when a celebrity goes on Twitter and says, “This isn’t true!” It is what it is, I tend not to do that. The only time it gets really annoying is that if you get into a relationship and you get into a place where you really like someone and then things are being written in the papers that affect them and how they see you. Then it can get annoying.

GQ: Do you know how many people you’ve slept with?

Harry: I know the number of people I’ve slept with, yes.

GQ: What is that number?

Harry: I’m definitely not telling you!

GQ: Can you give me a rough, ballpark figure?

Harry: No!

GQ: Say “yes” or “no”. Less than 100?

Harry: No!

GQ: So higher than 100?

Harry: No, it’s definitely less than 100…

GQ: Lower than 50?

Harry: Yes, lower than 50.

GQ: Lower than 30?

Harry: I’m not doing this! You’re cornering me!

GQ: Come on, you’re a rock star. OK, less than ten.

Harry: Yes. Two people. I’ve only ever had sex with two people.

GQ: I don’t believe you.

Harry: Well, that’s my answer. Read from it what you will!

•••

GQ: Is there anything they wouldn’t endorse?

Louis: “Weapons. A One Direction handgun. Although don’t rule anything out. Could be big in our thug market!”

For those with girlfriends, is it hard to remain monogamous while on tour?

Louis: “I don’t think it is. The type of girls that would sleep with you in a heartbeat aren’t the type of girls I’d want to take home anyway.”

Meanwhile, Harry, together with his big, visible cojones, has long left Narnia.

[For real]

I am not in the LBGQTIA+ community (I’m an ally, not a member), and I am also a terrible reader of queer signaling. So I am very appreciative of this post.

http://xabjectlessonsx.tumblr.com/post/161100434563/signaling-vs-seeding

I can’t presume to interpret Harry’s queer signaling, but in term of his and Louis’s “coming out,” they have signaled to those who would understand. Many of my friends on Tumblr believe that they’re already out to their friends and family– including Harry Lambert, Nick Grimshaw, Steve Aoki, most of Louis’s lad crew, and Harry’s London friends. SM posts and interview questions make more sense when one assumes this.

As for the continued heterosexual public pose, it’s not a matter of their wanting to hide their sexuality. Partly it’s a business decision. They’re all at the beginning of their careers outside of One Direction, and there is undoubtedly public bias against LGBQTIA+ artists. Harry and Louis want a long career– they need to build a base of appreciation for their very real talents.

Not only that, but Harry and Louis’ coming out together, and admitting a relationship, would be huge, huge news. It would basically overwhelm any consideration of their music, acting, or any other project they have, let alone any project their bandmates want to do.

On the one hand, it might change the way the entertainment industry treats gay artists, for the better– it could be THAT BIG. On the other hand, the focus would shift to their personal lives, at the expense of everything else.

It’s not a cut and dry decision, though. I do think they will come out in public, someday, just like I think BG will publicly end, someday, even if it has already, de facto, already ended. I DO think that BG has already ended, and the consequences of it to Louis and Harry are minimal, at this point.

How hard are they pushing the het images? A few papped photos. Some song lyrics. The beard doing embarrassing SM self-promo. A promo story about a girl named Townes (her clueless dad on the local news!). All pretty superficial and circumstantial– for public consumption only.

What is really obvious is that Harry still cannot talk about Louis without the deepest emotion. He can discuss Taylor Swift and Kendall Jenner with the sangfroid of a kid dissecting a dead frog. But he sings a song about someone sharing tattoos and white shirts with him, and tears up on television (https://youtu.be/c-77rZgouAQ).

Which makes this denial really heartbreaking:

http://harrystylesnews.co.vu/post/160338541946/may-5-harry-being-asked-if-sweet-creature-is

anonymous asked:

for the drabble game, can I request genderqueer!namjoon + skirts + "why are you laughing?" ?

There’s a lot of things Namjoon knows to be true in life, in his life anyway. Things like the way that Cherry Blossoms spring up and fade so quickly, wild and spontaneous and so beautiful but so fleeting, how it makes him feel like life is a beautiful thing, but so, so short. A pin prick of beauty that lasts only a second. Things like how Hoseok’s smile always puts him at ease, how Yoongi always knows what to say in that tired, Daegu slur of his. Things like how his life is a constant guessing game, identity sloshing from side to the other, never lining up with the way that he presents, never what he wants to see, never how he feels.

It’s cliche, wondering when his reflection will show who he really is, how he really feels, but he wonders all the same. Smoothing his palms over the worn denim of his jeans, tattered and loose in all the right ways, except not really. Not really. Not where it counts. Even loose clothing like this leaves him feeling constricted, cornered into something that he’s not. 

But then he doesn’t have the courage to be what he is, not yet anyway, not to anyone but himself. It’s terrifying, thinking of how the others, his boys, his family, may react to him; he doesn’t like to think about it.

It all started as a joke. Not really a joke, but not anything serious, just a couple of friends goofing around, being dumb asses. Nothing new there. They say you never really know until you know, and Namjoon thinks that that’s right. Right because he never knew, not until he knew; not until Jimin laughed, a drunken sort of giggle above the noise of the room, melodic and so full of fun, asking him, telling him, to cross-dress. Put on a skirt, smooth his bangs over his eyes, wrap a choker around his neck, tight like suffocating hands.  

You never know until you know.

It was just good fun, until it wasn’t. Looking at himself in the mirror that night, seeing the way the skirt hung on his hips, accentuated his legs, the way the thin, satin line across his neck made it seem all the more dainty; something just clicked. Like pieces of a puzzle falling into place, a puzzle he didn’t even know he was trying to solve in the first place. It felt right, and he knew then, knew that he wasn’t really he, not really her either; he just was, is, existing in some sort of gendered limbo where nothing really lines up neatly, all the lines blurred and sketchy and hard to follow. Soft boundaries, easily broken, easily ignored.

Namjoon likes it here; he likes who he is, how his identity is never stable, always changing, dynamic and versatile. But it makes him afraid, less of himself and more of the world, eyes suddenly open to a world of terror he didn’t know before. 

Sometimes he still wishes he didn’t know.

The skirt, the one he had put on and loved so much all those months ago, still hangs in the back of his closet. A reminder, silent and lingering, of who he is and what he wants. It makes him feel safer, more secure in his skin, even if he doesn’t have the courage yet. 

And maybe he should have the courage, and maybe today is the day. Or at least, the start of a long walk to the day. Baby steps; start small, work your way up. That’s what Namjoon tells himself, sliding the panel to his closet back, digging through the packed full space until he finds it, fabric rough and welcomed. 

It takes time. It took longer to get here, to hold it in his hands, takes even longer to strip down, put it on, secure over his hips. A transformation; he could liken it to a chrysalis, to butterflies and beauty, but he won’t. The dyed denim of the skirt is dark, looks nice against his skin, midnight black and so simple. It looks cute, with his shirt tucked in, crumpled at the waist; he looks cute, feels cute. 

Namjoon likes it, ducks his head and smiles at the floor out of pure happiness alone, so shy even in front of himself.

It took time to get here, it’ll take longer before he’s ready for anyone to be here with him. Except that Father Time isn’t always patient, pushes us before we’re ready, expects us to stumble and fall, all scraped knees and lost progress. Must be pushing him too; he feels him before he hears him, arms around his waist, feather soft hair, a pinkish orange like grapefruit against his cheek.

“Cute.” It’s crooned, right into the shell of his ear, so gentle and sudden that Namjoon feels he could cry. But he laughs instead, a watery kind of laugh; the kind with tears threatening to spill, but happiness in its notes. And Hoseok cocks his head, meets his gaze through the mirror, a question in his eyes. “Why’re you laughing? What’s so funny, Joonie?”

“I’m happy,” he answers. Automatic, so easy to admit now that he’s been pushed. “I’m happy, like this.”

“I’m happy, too. Happy that you’re happy.” Hoseok’s answer comes just as automatic, just as easy, so easy Namjoon knows it doesn’t bother him, not in the slightest. And he laughs again, still drowning in emotion, so happy to be like this, open and vulnerable and who he is in Hoseok’s arms.


Send me more drabble prompts for #NamMonth!

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um, I mean, Aidan at the GQ Awards

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So, @s75 @oscar-isaacs-eyelashes, remember when we were talking the other day about Oscar smoking it up in LA during the preparation for Inside Llewyn Davis and @oscar-isaacs-eyelashes was quoting that GQ story about how Oscar got shitfaced on Basil Hayden Bourbon Whiskey during filming?  Well, I think Anthony Mackie was his enabler!

Take a look at this quote from above: “Oscar Isaac, who wrote a song he performs in the film, ‘Never Had,’ said he was introduced to a new whiskey, Basil Hayden, on the set. He now calls it 'the devil’s tool.’ 'I wasn’t familiar with Basil Hayden till Anthony Mackie,’ Isaac said.”

On the set? He doesn’t specify WHICH set. I bet you anything that Mackie sent him that troublemaking birthday gift just in time for Llewyn Davis shenanigans… 🥃😂😂😂

PCap Morning Cuppa.... Hey GQ are you watching?

I went to the grocery store and saw GQ magazine and immediately these images came to my mind. I am loving how “GQ”  PCap  is recently. Have a look below and tell me if you agree.

He is one handsome Silver Fox
Good Morning and KIssy Kiss my Dear Followers

Your breath caught in your throat and you felt your temperature rise as Dean descended the staircase. You had always harbored feelings and a sexual attraction for the elder Winchester brother, but were not willing to put your friendship, working relationship or all of your lives on the line just to give in to your physical desires. 

You were on a case and although it should have been business as usual, you couldn’t help but notice that he how GQ Dean looked in that tuxedo, and you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together for some relief.  

“You ready, Princess?” Dean asked you smoothly.

“Dean, I swear to God if you call me ‘Princess’ one more time, I am going to…” this was also partly the reason why you never succumbed to the desire. Dean was so infuriating at times you wanted to throttle him. You hated the nickname Princess and he knew it. 

“You’ll what?” he smirked at your frustration. 

“Can we just go?” you sighed and turned to the door. 

“Y/N, you gonna punish me?” Dean kept at it. 

“You wish Winchester; you couldn’t handle what the ‘Queen’ would do to you,” you hinted and walked out the door, leaving him speechless behind you, for once.

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Royal Mail!

Prince William’s birthday reply. Very GQ…literally

I recently wrote to Prince William for his 35th birthday and this was the reply!

It was postmarked June 30th, and arrived six days later. 

Literally the first thing I said was how GQ it looked. And, as it turned out, it was taken for British GQ. This is a different picture than they used last year (thank goodness). 

The message is also significantly different than last year. The biggest change is mentioning his specific birthday this year (unlike last year). The wording is also very different. (You can see last year’s reply here).

One thing that you can’t see in the photo above is a thick white border around the photo, just like the Christmas reply from Charles and Camilla. These are the only two replies I’ve received from Britain with these borders. I’m not a fan of the border. I think it’s odd and doesn’t seem as professional. The only reason I can think of for them doing this is maybe the photo isn’t high enough quality to be the size of the usual cards. But I really don’t know. 

Overall, though, a very lovely reply and the picture is very suave for William. 

Card Sent On: May 30, 2017

Reply Received on: June 6, 2017

  • GQ: Is what you're doing [touring]sustainable, do you think?
  • St. Vincent: Oh God yeah. Oh God yeah.
  • GQ: For how long?
  • St. Vincent: Well, my whole life. I don't know that I'll be touring like this forever, but—I mean, we're like little show horses or whatever. Wait, do they show horses?
  • GQ: But show horses retire.
  • St. Vincent: Oh, I guess I meant like pro athletes. Pro athletes just play till they die on the field, right?
  • GQ: No, they play until they're like 35, and then they just hang out.
  • St. Vincent: Yeah, they're gonna take me out back and shoot me in a couple years, like a racing pony.