i really like the style of this one

when hoseoks mixtape drop i dont know what ill do, ive been dying to see what goes on in his head on a deeper level + what beats hes whipped up like… this been in the works since like 2014 its gonna be monumental


I love the Harry Styles Behind the Album. All in all, I think it’s smiley happy Harry during his creative process. All the things I LOVE. But the couple times he spoke about privacy have stuck with me:

  • “It felt like a little secret. It’s fun to feel like no one knows where you are. It made such a difference, from being in a busy city.” (BTA 4:46)
  • “I just, I really enjoy being private more. Starting the way that everything started. I get to kinda claw a little bit of that back. I don’t feel like people know everything about me, now. And there was definitely a time where I felt like people knew everything about me and I realized I didn’t like that.” (BTA 7:43)
  • "I kind of also wanted to let the work do the talking a little bit. I mean, definitely, part of my ego wanted to see if I could write something that people liked without knowing everything about me.” (BTA 8:17)

So, here’s the question: what if Harry (and Louis) want privacy above all else? Most of us at least think that Jay’s illness and death halted any coming out timeline. What if they realized that they want to live their lives without the massive invasion of privacy public coming out would bring? What if they decided not now? Not, not ever but not now.

Does that change any read of the current landscape? Can we see Harry’s actions and clothing as signaling rather than seeding?

Personally, I want them to be happy and get to make the music they want. Beyond that, they don’t owe us a coming out. I feel like there are a number of people who care about being right and being able to prove they’ve been right rather than what actually makes sense for the two of them. The media circus would be immense. Maybe they’ve chosen their privacy

Robert Pattinson’s interview with Reuters at Cannes 2017


Narrator: Robert Pattinson, a man used to being pursued by fans and paparazzi, managed to shoot an entire film on the streets of New York without being recognized. Pattinson was speaking to Reuters ahead of the movie Good Times while premiere at the Cannes Film Festival.

Rob :

“So I was really practicing ways to kind of disappear, because it just needs one person, and like literally on the shoot it wasn’t just one person the entire time, which is just…it’s crazy. I’ve never been on a shoot where not a single still, there’s not a single cell phone picture of the entire shoot.”

Narrator: Good Time was filmed guerilla style among real people on the streets. Pattinson who plays a man trying to get his younger brother out of jail after a botched bank heist, said anonymity was crucial, as the crew were using real locations and couldn’t cordon off the public. Co-directors brothers Josh and Benny Safdie said Pattinson had approached them after seeing their previous film Heaven Knows What. Pattinson was full of praise for the brothers’ work.


“But yeah they did like pretty wild stuff in the movie. We were like shooting in an emergency room in a hospital with no permission and stuff. We’re just going, just walking in and, shooting it with a Steadicam and it’s amazing what you can get away with… just that, like without telling anyone, without asking permission. You just go in and do it and then you’ve got it. And that’s fine.”

Narrator: Critics at Cannes said Good Time could cement Pattinson’s position as a grade-A actor as well as an A-list star

Watch the Reuters interview with Robert Pattinson here (they have disabled embed code) :


ID #93996

Name: Jayde
Age: 15
Country: New Zealand

I’m a little awkward in social settings, so a pen pal would offer friendship without the awkwardness - hopefully hahah. Anyway, I would really appreciate a bud somewhere close or far to chat with and possibly even skype with at some point.
I like painting and photography, music, (i play guitar and violin) makeup, body modification and grungy/goth style. I guess it’s important to know I love diving into deep conversations into anything and everything and am happy to offer a hand to anyone who needs one.

Preferences: Really anyone, we can become buds or not. No pressure.

Music Series: No Sound But The Wind by Editors

Okay…honey, baby, love, sweetheart, pumpkin, babydoll, walk with me on this one…

Unfamiliar, I looked this request up. Love the song, by the way. Living in America I am under-exposed to British music but completely fascinated and entranced by it. (I really need to move to England. It’s like my fairytale.) Being a pianist myself, I loved the acoustic sound of the piano. But geez, Anon…ha! Very post-apocalyptic between a father and son. Way to make me work for no money!

As I hate AU’s *cringing*, this will not be that, even though it screams it. So I ask my readers to have an open mind with my interpretation of the lyrics. I love Daddy Harry, so on the tail of Watermark, I would like to attempt to pull this one out m’ass.

Dear Anon, please forgive me if you hate it, but it’s what came to me and I thank you for requesting. As I’ve said before, these stories tend to write themselves. I just put them out for you all to read.

This story is inspired from my love of Daddy Harry (someone please give that man a child when he’s ready for one…totally volunteering for that), and “No Sound But The Wind” by Editors.

Here is a link to the Youtube video, the song not being available on Spotify.

p.s. To the Anon who asked me to make a ‘keep reading’ line on my posts to shorten them, I promise I will at some point when I have time to sit and figure it out. Sorry!

Kisses! xo



We can never go home. We no longer have one

I’ll help you carry the load. I’ll carry you in my arms

We walk through the ash and the charred remains of our country

Keep an eye on my back, I’ll keep an eye on the road

“Doin’ alright back there?” Harry looked back at you nervously through the rearview mirror.

“We’re just fine, aren’t we, bug?” you ask of your sobbing, young son, cradling him in your arms.

“There in about 5 more minutes, love,” Harry informs you, as you nod.

When your 4-year-old asked for his first ‘big boy’ bike, you were nervous. You thought he was too little for a bike that size, but Harry insisted he would be fine.

‘Gotta learn sometime, doesn’t he?’ Harry asked with a smile.

Now, as you hold your teary child on your lap, his pained arm lying on a pillow, you wish you had put your foot down on the subject. Your child would never ride a bike…ever again…in his life! But who were you kidding? Someday he would want a motorcycle like the one in Daddy’s car garage, you just knew it. You were doomed to a life of mumbling safety prayers over the two men in your life.

Harry pulled the car into the A&E entrance and quickly got out, opening your door.

Help me to carry the fire, To keep it alight together

Help me to carry the fire. This road won’t go on forever

“Let me have him, babe,” Harry insisted. “Come see Daddy, little man.”

You carefully pass him to Harry, holding the pillow in place to keep your child’s little arm immobile.

“That’s my boy,” Harry tells him, kissing his forehead.

The two of you walk together into the hospital, nervous but trying to remain calm to keep each other and your child from worrying too much.

“Excuse me?” Harry says to a nurse. “We think our son may have broken his arm.” You hear Harry’s voice clinch slightly at his words, but you’re proud of how well he’s handling the situation, keeping you calm in the process.

Seeing who he was and that it wouldn’t be good for him to be left around the public in the hospital waiting room, the three of you were shown back to a room immediately. Harry started to set his son down on the bed, but the little boy clutched onto his daddy, not wanting to be put down.

“What? You want Daddy to hang on to ya?” he asks his son as the little boy nods. “Alright then.”

Harry sits on the exam table, holding his son carefully and loving on him. You stand next to them, kissing the top of your son’s head and looking at Harry, seeing the sadness in his eyes that his child is injured.

“What are they going to do to me, Daddy?” the little boy finally asked.

“They’re goin’ to take a photo of your arm, bug,” Harry informed him. “Special photo that sees the bones inside your body. It’s super cool, you wait and see.”

The little boy sits upright on his father’s lap, careful not to move his arm from the pillow.

“Have you seen your arm bones pictures, Daddy?” the little boy asks, innocently.

Harry smiles and looks at you, then back at his child.

“Not my arm, but my foot, yeah,” Harry says. “Broke m’foot once and they took bone photos of it, just like they’re going to do with your arm.”

“Does it hurt?” the boy asked with a frown.

“It doesn’t, son,” Harry assured him. “But your mumma and I will be right here with you anyway.”

If I say shut your eyes. If I say look away

Bury your face in my shoulder, think of a birthday

The things you put in your head, they will stay here forever

I’m trying hard to hide your soul, son, from things it’s not meant to see

Once the x-ray showed the arm was indeed broken and that he would need surgery to repair it, you were both very nervous. Your child had never had surgery before, never broken a bone before.

“The bone needs to be reset before we plaster it, I’m afraid,” the doctor had told you.

As the medication given to your child slowly made him drowsy, you teared up, hating to see your son in such a way. Harry held your hand as he bent over his child and kissed his forehead, rubbing his head.

“Just going to take a little nap, bub,” Harry said, “And when you wake up, Mummy and Daddy will be right here and you’ll have a very cool plaster cast on your arm that we can color on with your markers.”

The little boy nodded, as Harry kissed him, letting you closer to love on him as well, then allowing the surgical techs to wheel the sleeping boy away. Harry heard you sniff and saw you wipe a tear from your face.

“He’ll be fine, love,” Harry said lovingly, holding you closely, as you hear him sniff, too. “He’s our son, isn’t he? He’ll be fine.”

The entire time your child was in surgery, you were both nervous, but Harry made you more nervous as he paced the small private room, or sat tapping his leg quickly, spinning his rings on his fingers, and sighing loudly. You reached over and placed your hand on top of his and he looked at you with a grin, holding your hand securely, lifting it to his mouth to kiss it.

“Shouldn’t have insisted he have the big boy bike,” Harry shook his head, feeling guilty. “You were right, he wasn’t ready for it yet.”

“Gotta learn sometime, doesn’t he?” you repeat his words back to him with a grin.

Help me to carry the fire, to keep it alight together

Help me to carry the fire, this road won’t go on forever

Harry chuckles lightly, kissing you sweetly, then waiting again as patiently as he could manage. In a short time, the doctor walked into the room.

“Everything went fine and he’s on his way back in,” the doctor smiled at you both. Relief spread over both of your faces as Harry hugged you tightly, kissing you, then standing to watch from the doorway as the bed his son was in was wheeled back inside the room.

“There’s our big boy!” Harry boomed.

The little boy looked up at his father and grinned slightly, bringing a smile to Harry’s face, assuming he was still a bit high off the medication and feeling no pain.

“Look at that amazin’ plaster on your arm, bug!” Harry exclaimed. “We’re going to be working for hours coverin’ all that white with colors, aren’t we?”

The little boy nodded, looking at you as you walked beside them both and leaned over, planting a sweet kiss on your son’s cheek.

“Mumma’s baby doing okay?” you ask him sweetly.

He nods again as you feel Harry’s arm around you waist. Another new co-parenting experience down, and you both survived.

If I say shut your eyes. If I say shut your eyes

Bury me in surprise, when I say shut your eyes

And I…

Help me to carry the fire, to keep it alight together

Help me to carry the fire. This road won’t go on forever

anonymous asked:

💎 for the whole ikkou because I'm so extra. lmao -Hikari

“They are all zeros.“

“I really do think it is silly to judge someone on their appearance, but it seems to be the point of this strange game. So lets be serious. Now, If you look at style, I think Goku is the one least modern. I’m not sure what Sanzo was thinking when buying him a cape. And really, those pants are way too worn. Just look at how raggedy the seams are! It’s a wonder the fabric is still in once piece. However, Goku has a sweet face with a big warm smile. So..five for Goku.“

“Hakkai, did you just say Goku was a 5? That’s kind of mean.” 

“That means you are a 3, Kappa. Your clothes look even worse.“

“Says the one who only dresses like a monk.“

“Well I can agree with the fact that Sanzo is not exactly very modern either. And his gown is way too wide for his size. However, once the gown comes off, his clothes beneath look rather handsome. I’d say, Sanzo is a 6.“

“Wh..what’s wrong with my cape?“

“So, Goku is a 5, Sanzo is a 6 and I am a 3. That leaves you Hakkai. Would you like to give yourself a grade, or shall we?“

“Oh come on Goku. Don’t look so sad. It’s just for fun, and maybe we will even get you some new clothes. Anyhow, indeed, I am the one left to inspect. Well, I keep clean, I dress well and I keep a happy smile on my lips even if I feel distraught. People always tell me I have a pleasant expression. So maybe a 7? I guess that means I win.“

You Fake It

“I just-I’ve never had one,” she shrugged, biting into her strawberry as she sat across from Ella, one of her friends. 

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” Ella screeched, causing Harry to stop walking in the hallway, he hides behind the wall, trying to listen. 

“shhh, Harry is upstairs,” Y/N hissed. 

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caffeinatedgee  asked:

hey! ur art is awesome! do u have advice? like i can't really draw very well and i do practice but is there anything in particular, or... anyways, ily!

i mean every artist you ask is gonna tell you the same thing: practice

just fuckin. draw a lot. use references, look at tutorials. draw what you WANT to draw, and draw it over and over again. observe other artists’ styles and stuff too. 

like, there’s really nothing wrong with copying as long as you use it to explore style and don’t try to pass it off as your own. copy a lot. steal shit. you like how one artist draws eyes and how another draws hair? fuckin steal it. like i consider my style to be a big amalgam of bits and pieces that i’ve picked up from other places over the years; you just gotta synthesize all those bits into your own thing

but seriously, use life references a LOT

estaluid  asked:

I just wanted to drop in and say I really really love your art. I think your painting style is beautiful and I'd love to get my own skill up to that level some day

That is so sweet. Also a special little message because this is the first one I’ve received on this blog! Thank you!

It’s so humbling to see people say things like that because I, too, aspire to get on so many other artists level. Sometimes that makes it hard to appreciate how far you’ve come! So thank you, your words mean more to me than you probably think.

I have no doubt some day you’ll get exactly where you want to be and your skill will be (if it isn’t already) astounding. I wish you all the luck in the world! If you ever need any help, you know where to find me.

Have a lovely day.

- Lady Red

finally hauled ass to draw bnha for the first time!! which happened to be on lil beansprout’s special day by sheer coincidence! happy birthday midoriya ♡

I was standing here singing it with you going ‘wow, one more time’, with a whole new set of really amazing musicians, and Harry and you guys. This song [Landslide] just travels through the generations, it’s crazy. So here we go, it’s one more time… and you [Harry] can do this without me.
—  Stevie Nicks 

Producer Jeff Bhasker faced a daunting task several months ago. After having worked with Kanye West and winning Grammy Awards for producing Mark Ronson’s “Uptown Funk,” and Fun.’s 2012 album “Some Nights,” he had to decide whether to take on a new project: the debut solo album of One Direction member Harry Styles.

“I’d just had a baby, and I was kind of like, ‘Eh, I don’t know if I’ll jump into this,‘” Bhasker tells Variety. He agreed to have Styles come over to “just talk,” and proceeded to put him through the Bhasker home sniff test. “My dog tends to bite people, and he was kind of scoping Harry out,” Bhasker explains. Styles “did this move — like a little shoot the gun with his finger, and my dog walked over and started licking his finger. That’s when I was, like, ‘This guy has something special.'”

Once music came into the mix, Bhasker was sold. “He started playing references of what he wanted to do, which sounded like a cool rock band. I got it, and could see where if we pulled this off, it would be one of the coolest things ever. But he needed a buddy who plays guitar like he’s Keith Richards.” The insinuation being: Styles is the Mick Jagger in this scenario.

Adds Bhasker: “I’m so proud of the album itself, and also of Harry for being so brave, and committing 100%, and writing the kind of vulnerable lyrics that he wrote, and not pandering to what people thought he would do. People have no idea that this is what Harry Styles is like. Just like I didn’t know. He’s obviously very famous and beloved, but people don’t know the depths of what an amazing personality and artist he is.”

Variety spoke with Bhasker about the recording of “Harry Styles” ahead of the album’s May 12 release: 

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“Oh I like that one!” Harry’s voice coming from behind you took you by surprise, you were in the middle of editing the pictures you had taken from the week he was on The Late Late Show and you didn’t hear him come in the bedroom. You couldn’t help but smile as you felt his arms wrap around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder. “You’re very talented love,” you felt him turn his head and place a sweet kiss to the side of your neck.

“I mean with a subject like that tho, it mustn’t have been too hard” and with that you rolled your eyes and shook your head. You hated that fact he was sort of right, photographing Harry was never really hard especially when you had to shoot him while on stage.

“Cocky today are we Styles?” You felt his grip on your waist tighten as he laughed a little at your statement. “I love this suit on you,” you scrolled down the photo a little so his pants where in view “the little Donald Ducks make it really sexy.” You knew he would hear the sarcasm in your voice and when you felt his arms slide from around your waist and the weight of his chin lift off your shoulder you couldn’t help but giggle.

“You’re gonna pay for that later love.” Was all he said as he walked into the bathroom and you had to bite your lip to hide the smile that was forming on your face. You knew he wasn’t kidding and when he turned back to point at you and shoot you a wink before closing the bathroom door you couldn’t help but shake you head as you tried to go back to work and not think of what he had in mind for getting back at you later on tonight.