One last look at what we were up to all weekend at FYF Fest in Los Angeles, CA. You guys were bringing your style A-game and we loved spotting all the looks with your favorite pairs of Vans. Keep up with more music & art happenings over on @houseofvans.
I live in hope that by the time Black Panther comes out, fan artists finally realize that drawing a random black face that looks nothing like the black character they’re supposed to be drawing isn’t acceptable.
You can find references everywhere because we live in a Google-driven world and yet… 90% of fan artists after The Force Awakens made sure to get Rey right but Finn… Finn is still drawn with what I can only call “Generic Black Guy” features.
(But it’s “their style” so it’s apparently rude to complain about how everyone takes pains to make sure the white characters look like their white actors but then play fast and loose with Black characters’ appearances.)
Maybe in 2018 fandom will figure out that all black people don’t look the same and apply that to their fan art?
Prompt: Harry hires Y/N as his on call nurse and for his matches.
“You’re supposed to be in the hospital gown, it’s why we laid it out for you,” Y/N stated, pointing the pen in her hand at the white gown by his feet.
“I’m not wearing that paper shit,” Harry grumbled, “and I’m perfectly fine to leave.”
“That cut says otherwise,” Y/N says.
Harry watches as she sets down the clipboard and turns on the sink to wash her hands, she’s cute. She’s nothing like the kind Harry would go for. His usual prey would be at the bar, lonely, maybe going through a breakup, but he knew for sure that by the end of the night she would be in his bed. Y/N on the other hand looked like too pure for him, and he hated that look.
From his experience Harry had learned that girls like Y/N believed that they were too good for a guy like him. Girls like Y/N, with an innocent smile, soft skin, and soft voices, tended to only use him for one thing, to make their parents upset. Harry had seen it time and time again, it was only a matter of weeks before the girl would crush his heart and move on to someone better.
“I don’t feel anything,” Harry stated.
Harry had grown numb to just about everything. He couldn’t feel the punches thrown at him, he couldn’t feel his emotions, it all just seemed gone to him. He didn’t mind though, no emotions meant he couldn’t get hurt, and no pain meant he was unstoppable.
Boxer Harry Styles highers, incredibly perky Y/N as his on-call nurse.
“I hate the graveyard shift,” Y/N stated, slumping into the
Harry Styles doesn’t just want to be a rock star – he wants to be the rock star. And on his superb solo debut, the One Direction heartthrob claims his turf as a true rock & roll prince, a sunshine superman, a cosmic dancer in touch with his introspective acoustic side as well as his glam flash. He avoids the celebrity-guest debutante ball he could have thrown himself – instead, he goes for a intimately emotional Seventies soft-rock vibe. No club-hopping or bottles popping – it’s the after-hours balladry of a 23-year-old star wondering why he spends so much time in lonely hotel rooms staring at his phone. Harry digs so deep into classic California mellow gold, you might suspect his enigmatic new tattoos that say “Jackson” and “Arlo” refer to Browne and Guthrie.
“You can’t bribe the door on your way to the sky,” he warns early on in “Sign of the Times,” but the sky is where he’s aiming, and his sheer brazen confidence is dazzling – he never sounds like he’s trying too hard or scrounging for cred, which is where boy-band alumni usually screw up their solo records. The whole album has the personal yet witty spirit of the cover photo, where a topless Harry has a moment of doubt and pain in a bathtub full of pink unicorn tears. (His original title was Pink, because it’s “the only true rock & roll color.”) He spends a lot of the album wet, actually – whether it’s tears, other bodily fluids, or just “candy dripping on me till my feet are wet.”
Harry’s soft-rock fetish won’t surprise fans of One Direction gems like “Olivia” or “Stockholm Syndrome,” but this is the first time we’ve heard Sweet Baby Styles run with it for a whole album. The songs he tipped in advance didn’t play coy about his old-school inspirations – the Badfinger hook of “Ever Since New York,” the “Blackbird” guitar of “Sweet Creature,” the way “Sign of the Times” tweaks Queen and Bowie in candelabra mode – yet they all sound like him, playful and tender in equal measure. In most of these songs, he mourns a dead-end relationship, the kind where “comfortable silence is so overrated,” and you can hear that he’s been binging on singer-songwriter confessionals from Harry Nilsson’s Nilsson Schmillson to Taylor Swift’s Red. “Meet Me In The Hallway” sets the tone – a touch of John Lennon echo in his voice, a touch of Jimmy Page in the acoustic guitar – as he pleads like a love junkie craving a fix. “Carolina” rides a tropical low-rider summer groove, while the lovelorn “Two Ghosts” could pass for vintage Bread. “Woman” could be a lost slow-jam duet between Prince and Joe Walsh, as Harry asks, “Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and see what we can find?”
He dabbles in hard rock raunch with “Kiwi” (“She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes/Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect”) and “Only Angel.” Yet he sounds brassiest, most confident, most himself when he gets vulnerable. He ends with “From the Dining Table,” an acoustic lament where he wakes up alone in yet another hotel room. (“Played with myself, where were you?/I fell back asleep and was drunk by noon/I’ve never felt less cool.”) Through it all, he manages to steer clear of all the traps that ordinarily sabotage a boy-band star’s solo move. But as the whole album proves, there’s not a thing ordinary about this guy. - Rolling Stone
TYPES AS FRIENDS (based on my experience, im INFP)
INFJ > best friend™ > every infp deserve their own infj > actually L I S T E N and U N D E R S T A N D > will also read your shitty stories > looks like they could kill you but are actually cinnamon rolls > you never know what are they doing right now, like are they looking over their siblings? are they murdering people? they will never tell you and at this point you are too afraid to ask
INTJ > bitch face™ but actually pretty sensitive inside > writer buddy™ > ALSO UNDERSTAND > kinky as fuck > hidden nerds and fangirls > kinda judgmental > have their life together, or at least REALLY LOOK LIKE THEY DO? > “so I’ve read this fanfic where.. ”
ISFP > looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll > 100% pure innocence > sensitive as fuck (don’t yell at them) > hurt inside > anime nerd > likes cute things > graphic designer > worried about you > very loyal
ENFP > necessary human being > light of my life > always drunk and kissing guys at parties > always so full of energy > ARTIST > favourtie person > s m i l e
ENFJ > mom friend > worried about you > will bring you food and notes > always helps your introverted ass > very emotionally unstable (at least 5 mood swings per second) > their feelings controll them so much??? > HAS SO MANY FRIENDS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK > always says that they will organize everything and end up stressed and overhelmed
ISTP > sends you memes > on 9gag 24/7 > actuall cinnamon roll with the face of a serial killer > you are afraid to hug them but when you do the world is a better place > owes like 5 pairs of Nike Jordans and treats them like their children > ACTUALLY DANCES SO FUCKING NICE
ISTJ > smart and awesome > kinda sad > best student > look at you like they judge you but it’s not true (but maybe they do anyway) > mature and organized
ESFP > TYPICAL EXTROVERT AND HUMAN BEING > that white guy™ style > like they are so funny and annoying at the same time, so awfully annoying > doesn’t really get anything i say > good at sports > will send you outdated normie memes
INTP > 0 scial skills > probably from the different dimension > what are they doing? what are they thinking? ?? > you show them a game and check on them a week later and they are like 50+ lvls stronger than you > same goes for tv shows > pretty innocent > just allow them to patronize you, or they will get hurt > either Fashion Icons or completly random clothing, no in-beetween
ESFJ > cool kid > not that cool tho, just another copy of the copy > with the “cool” squad in the middle school > afraid to be seen as weird > remember all the embarrassing things you did > actually pretty funny > dumb and intelligent at the same time
Onto Harry Styles. Guys: wow. He is by no means a small role, in fact, he’s one of the most complex and gripping characters throughout. In fact, I’m pretty sure Harry Styles has the most lines and he is integral to very big plot developments. Alex is a full, rounded character.