i'm getting sick of seeing people shaming people like me for not wanting to discuss this

I always laugh when louises/ larries attack harries. I wonder if you actually think the things you write or if you'e trying to manipulate your followers. Or if you need to blame someone so you turn to harries? You have talked about how harries are the worst for days and I’m just ??? 

Because can you give me 100 blogs right now that are harries but spend every day making several post just to talk shit about Louis? People that have more louis then harry content on their blogs ? Cause I can give you those louises. I can seriously give you 100 blogs now. Can you tell me one harry blog with a name etc ( not anon on tumblr cause people pretend to be other people on anon all the time) saying stuff like Johanna deserved to d*e because of Louis? I can give you the louis blog that said Robin deserved  it because of Harry’s fame. 

Can you give me harrie blogs writing about wanting Louis do d*e/ wanting to hurt him? I can give you several louis blog and people that did that about Harry. Not fake anons or anything. Blogs with real names that have been here forever. Do you want me to go and on? Cause I can be here all day. Are some harries mean? Yes. Of course. But you can’t even compare that to what those blogs say about H every day. They call him things like r*pist, p*edofile  every day. Have you ever brought it up on your blog? Do every louises have to take the blame for what those blogs say? They way larries make sure that every harrie is blamed for some mean harries. 

Go outside you’re larrie bubble on tumblr and you will see that the fandom isn’t want you think it is. The fact that I can seriously give you 100 blogs right now that are straight up 98 % hate blogs about Harry and 2 % Louis is fucked up. It’s even more fucked up that I can show you those kind of people on twitter too. Did you know that Zayn fans was the first one out here giving bad score on meteoritic for Harry’s album? Of course the twitter harries had to do the same later. Go back and look and see that more bad reviews exist on Harry’s page then Zayns and go look for the first comment. But nobody uses that to hate on zayn fans do they ? What about those louises that tweeted / sent email to writers that had written good reviews about Harry’s album saying he was a P*dofile etc for carolina / Kiwi. That’s seriously stuff but they had no shame showing that they did that to people. Did you know how much hate Harry got 2 days after his step dad died because Louis had his interview out talking about how much he didn’t want the break. Did you know what horrible stuff people tweeted to him / about him when he was grieving. Let me give you the screenshot of the person that wished for him to be harmed 2 days after his stepdad died.

Do you ignore it and pretend it didn’t happen? Or do you only follow fans that hate Harry so you only see the bad stuff Harries does? I’m seriously wondering? 

Another thing that is funny to me is how only people that love louis, liam, niall and zayn can think that they are the best solo act but when some harries think Harry is the best solo act bc of how amazing he did with a 6 minute rock ballad without promo every day and without discounting it then it’s awful and blogs on here have to make post shitting on that. 

I mean Meghan Trainors All about the bass have more streams and did better on billboard then Rihannas bitch better have my money yet no one would ever bring that up to prove how much Rih failed and how Meghan is better.  I’m just siting here wondering when streams and what they radio played became the measure for how a good song is or how good someone is doing ( cause we all know it’s business). Cause then Charlie Puth and Shawn Mendes are better then Beyonce cause their songs have more streams / are played more on the radio. ( btw, i’m not comparing those people to the 1d boys. I’m just saying that when you used certificates and streams as a measure of who has the best song or a measure of the quality of the songs I just laughed cause that’s so hilarious. Who’s going to tell Beyonce that Shawn Mendes has more streams on Spotify then her and that means his success is bigger then hers. ) 

The fact that people are angry at Harry for having opportunities is also so whack. I must have imagined Niall Horan getting on a festival tour with only one song when billion other artist would have loved that and had actually albums out to promote. It wasn’t high on the chart before he went on every festival so the reason wasn’t bc he had the biggest hit of the year. Then we have Liam that has worked with Ed Sheeran, Pharrell, Charlie Puth, Beyonces dancer etc but of course that’s not something  larries ever would imagine hating Liam for. Why did not a single larrie mention Zayn and his ”unfair” fashion deal.? So many people that are designers would have killed for that and so many people dress better than him etc but no angry post about it. It’s only Harry that get’s that kind of hate  and people taking about his “unfair” opportunities. 

I could go on and on about how 1d fans and people on here are so fake when it comes to the boys. It’s just sad I can’t take you seriously anymore cause you used to be one of my favorites on here.

Here, anon, I’m keeping my word and posting your version. Sorry for the dealy, it had slipped down down down my inbox. I am too tired to reply point by point. I certainly lack your time, energy and dedication, I’ll give you that!

I know that some blogs are out there saying the nastiest things about Harry and it makes me feel sick. That’s the reason why I don’t follow them? I don’t go read their blogs? I stay as far as I can. If they were to bother me, I’d block them. That’s the difference. None of these people obsessively came to my inbox wishing I’d choke or die, none of them were encouraged by their own pears and more influential blogs to contact people with different opinions (not even offensive, because neither me nor any of my mutuals would ever insult the boys, or anyone else, like, you kno, abotu being civil and all). Until the day they do, I can dislike them in my own corner. I dont condone what anyone who’s got a critique to make about Harry’s team and promo has to go through in this crazy atmosphere. I’m on my blog, discussing my OWN experience, and my own experience included nasty harries being unforgivable in their actions. All the boys, all the artists out there have horrible fans in their rows. Until they come to my own space, I’ll let them be, I won’t make post about them, I won’t send them anons, submissions, write call out posts. I am so turned off by all this ugliness aorund and that’s exactly why I do my best to avoid it. You do you, I’m fine where I am. And I thought you had unfollowed me already, this is the second submission you send me. Sorry to see you go and lose your respect, but we’ll both live with it, I fear. I can’t bring myself to asnwer the rest, as it doesn’t personally touch me, like this one point does. I might even agree with a thing or two! Let’s call this quits now, yeah? Yeah. 

Love Is For the Strong

She said love was for the weak when he told her of his true feelings, and really, who was he to argue? Because of love, his knees shook, his heart beat fast, and his palms sweat, all in anticipation of seeing that cruel girl again. But, my darling, don’t you understand? Loving someone takes so much courage and strength, so much passion and verve, and yet she thinks of you as weak for it. I try to tell you, sweetheart, that love has been felt by every person, and if love is weakness then humanity is too.


“I… I don’t know, it just came to me. It’s really bad, I shouldn’t have brought it up.” I hastily try to take the journal from my friend, and he hesitates to give it back, knowing I won’t show it to him again.

“No, come on, Y/N, that was amazing! Look, I know you’ve been feeling really insecure about your writing lately, but I can assure you it’s still amazing as always.” Spence smiles widely, trying to convince me, but I still feel doubt over the quality of it. “Look, please, sign up for the open mic tonight, I can promise it’ll be worth the experience!” His eyes widen, hopeful, and I can’t say no.

“I’ll think about it. Maybe.” Then again, I can’t say yes. Still, he grins and starts leading me out of my apartment and into the warm autumn air. I make sure to drop my book into the bag dangling from my shoulder before following his long strides. He starts talking about fall and the mythology associated with it, starting with the first known celebration for Halloween and moving to local traditions, all the while smiling and taking in the red leaves and crisp breeze. We make our way down to our favorite coffee shop, and though I slow down at the door, he pulls me inside and grabs us two seats by the front window.

A microphone sits at the back of the room, surrounded on three sides by bean bags, chairs, and tables. A poster on the wall indicates that we have a little over an hour before the readings start, but people are already making their way to the makeshift stage, whispering and laughing. Spence glances at me and fidgets, looking guilty for a moment, but when he catches my glance he smiles and asks if I want to move closer to the stage.

“Spencer, my lovely brunet boy, I don’t want to go anywhere near that microphone.” I smile so he knows I’m not too serious. The next hour passes fairly quickly, with more and more people filing into the small cafe until the chairs are all taken and the only open space left is the stage.

“Wow… who would have thought there would be so many people here?” As more people shuffle in, I notice the guilty look in Spencer’s eyes again, and he starts fidgeting more and more.

“It’s not too bad. You okay? You look like a kid that got caught with his hand in his mother’s purse.” Spence nods a little, mumbling about too much caffeine, and excuses himself for a moment. He practically runs up to the barista, motioning to the list of names meant to perform, and I get an uneasy feeling in my stomach. A few moments later, I’m joining him at the bar with my bag in one hand and our drinks in the other.

“Spence, is something wrong? You look like you’re gonna be sick.” He nods fervently.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, I just didn’t think there would be this many people.”

“Spencer Reid… did you sign me up for the reading?!” He hears my accusing tone and is quick to reassure me.

“What? No, no, I just…” He clams up as the first performer takes the small stage, looking completely comfortable despite the crowd.

“Alright, beautiful people! Tonight we have quite a few people lined up, but the first, I think, will be the best. Allow me to introduce the one and only, Spencer Reid!”


“Shit, gotta get up there. Hope you like it.” Spence stumbles onto the platform, looking nervous and queasy. I shout encouragement, earning a few smirks and laughs, and he starts.

Before the flood,

My love had fell,

Into a world of pain.

She felt no courage,

Only shame,

Yet tried to find her way.

The world was cruel,

The people harsh,

Her heart beat in her chest.

Yet I still found

Her beauty truly

Would out-shine the rest.

I fell for her,

And to this day,

She doesn’t know a thing.

She is my friend,

Her name is Y/N,

And I confess my love to thee.

Blushing, Spence sprints off the stage, despite the roaring applause of the audience. He disappears quickly, and as people start glancing at me I start leaving, running out the door into the cool October air. I can barely catch my breath but I still manage to wander home, where I strip down to pajamas and wait by the phone. Has he really liked me, or even loved me, this whole time? God, imagine if he has. What a cruel joke for him to play if he really hasn’t.

I feel tears well up in my eyes. Thirty minutes and nothing to indicate it wasn’t a joke, no text messages or calls, just silence. It really was cruel of him to play with my emotions like that. And stupid me for believing it, why would he like a screw-up? I can’t do anything right, I keep losing jobs, and he just wants to rub it in by getting my hopes up. I stop holding back, and tears spill down my cheeks and onto my shirt.

“Y/N?” Oh fuck, fuck, what’s he doing here?! I wipe at my face, trying to hide the evidence of my panic, and run into the restroom just as the door opens. A minute later I manage to look less teary than I was, and I walk into the living room, seeing the back of Spence’s head poke up from behind the couch. He turns when he hears me, and starts blushing as his eyes travel from my face, to the huge t-shirt I’m wearing, then to my bare legs before travelling back to my face.

“That was some poem you wrote.” My tone isn’t irritated, exactly, but he still notices the shaking in my voice. I walk behind the counter for a glass of water and watch as he stands, revealing a bouquet of beautiful red and white roses.

“Did… did you like it?” It’s his turn to be nervous. My hand tightens around smooth glass and I bite my lip, wondering if I’ve actually misinterpreted things so badly.

“Did you mean it?” I can’t answer his question, not yet. He glances at my trembling hands, and finally, finally he understands why I’m acting so scared.

“Oh… Oh god, did you think it was a joke? Y/N, please, you can’t believe I would do that to you…” He gasps, and walks towards me leaning over the counter. “L-look, I know that there’s a huge chance you don’t like me like that, but I needed you to know, and you’re always so passionate about writing that I just figured you would rather hear it that way and-” I put a finger to his lips and he stops, breath rattling in his throat. His hand comes up to meet mine, moving it away, and I can barely breathe I’m so nervous. Moment of truth, I won’t let him stumble around in the dark for too long.

“Spence, I’ll have you know that I… I feel the same… just, you know how- how shy I am about this stuff. About romance and- and relationships. It’s a hard thing for me to discuss. But… I would like to be more than friends, if that’s what you want too.”

“Y/N, I’ve been in love with you since the day we met. Of course that’s what I want. Can… can I give you a kiss?” He lets go of my hand and walks around the counter, stopping just in front of me.

He looks so nervous, god, I wonder if I look the same? I nod, but I don’t know what to do with myself. My hands hang at my sides before moving to grab his, but I stop short when he gently grabs my face and presses his lips against mine, feather-soft and gentle, before quickly moving away.

“Wait, no, do that again, please?” I smile shyly and put my hands on his shoulders, and he obliges, seemingly eager to oblige my request. This time we both pull away blushing, him almost as much as me. Then, in a quiet and embarrassed voice, he mentions the reason behind his sudden courage and timing.

It was the goddamn journal entry.


Alright guys, time for me to tag you in my shite writing again.

@lukeassmanalvez @hetgevoel @furmicl @dontshootmespence @spxcxrrxid @bleedreid @spencerdamnreid @gubl-oser @ilikepipecleanerswitheyes @left-wingedlesbian @criminallyyoursdrreid

Please don’t hate me. 😂