in no way am i saying louis is a girl

anonymous asked:

Hi April, I hope you dont mind my asking, but Im becoming increasingly worried by the way the case is being presented by his team in the press. Do you think there is any way by a 'we decide your image' clause that they can make Louis plead guilty and give him a lawyer who doesnt present the video of what happened to the DA/court? Theyre working very hard at presenting an image of violent to women, unhinged guy; the girl Im sure is being told what to say. Guilty makes him Chris Brown to the GP.

With all due respect, anon, are you enjoying jumping to the worst conclusions? Because if you are, please keep going with it, but I honestly think it’s exhausting and 90% of why I’m barely around here anymore. I get that we all have emotional reactions to Louis being portrayed poorly. We don’t know 90% of what’s going on, and some people are filling that with all their worst fears. And tumblr acts as an echo chamber to reinforce that. But I think when you take a step back, you can see that Louis is not being presented nearly as badly as tumblr is imagining. I personally disagree that his team is “presenting” his image poorly to the press. The only negative outlets have been the Sun and somewhat TMZ. The Sun needs no motivation to be awful and people know what the Sun is about. TMZ is doing him a favor, in my opinion. I think we all need to be a bit more objective about things and try to understand that actual effect of what’s being said rather than reading things in the most negative light. I am pretty sure that that girl doesn’t need to be told what to say – she’s an entitled stalker with no ability to understand how she’s presenting herself and how utterly unbelievable and distasteful she’s coming across. People aren’t supporting her. And Louis’ team shutting her up would look way worse – it would look like he had something to hide. No one in the public is reading this as Chris Brown, for pete’s sake.

Legally, there haven’t even been any charges. The prosecutor is not going to limit itself to the evidence that Louis team (which would be committing malpractice if it didn’t mention the tape if somehow the prosecutor had magically overlooked it) urges them to review. And even if Louis ends up pleading guilty to this or a lesser charge, it’s not going to ruin his life.

I initially wasn’t going to post this ask at all, because I think it’s overwrought conclusion-jumping at its worst. You’re phrasing everything nicely and being polite, but that’s even worse that someone hatefully throwing accusations around. It means that this is where the fandom is now – always seeing the worst, hating everything, blind to the perspective of anything outside the tumblr negativity-spiral. And that’s exhausting. And disappointing. I’ve posted just a few times in the last week and some of those posts have generated very nice comments that basically distill down to being a “voice of reason” or “level-headed” or something. Can’t we all be the voice of reason? Can’t we all try to be a bit more objective? I get that we need to work through emotions, but I feel like we never get beyond that. And for many people that makes this a very unpleasant place to be.

hiiii, here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of november. I recommend that you read these great fics in december, if you haven’t already!! there’s GREAT fics in here… some really seasonal stuff and even MY OWN FIC! please check them out!!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)


1. Loving with a Little Twist (29k)**

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know Niall! I just promised my mother I’m bringing my boyfriend - a boyfriend I don’t have - to Thanksgiving dinner. What should I do? I can’t call back and be like, ‘Oh yeah mom, that boyfriend I said that I have, I don’t actually have. Sorry to disappoint you.’ My life is ruined.” Harry returns to suffocating himself with the pillow.

Niall laughs and Harry growls at his best friend’s unwarranted happiness in this life-ending situation. Harry is fucked. Fuck. He needs a boyfriend. Fuck.

(a thanksgiving fake/pretend relationship au, written by me!!)

2. When the Stars Come Out (30k)*

Louis was about to reassure Harry further when Gemma bounded back over to him, slipping a hand around Louis’ waist. Harry’s eyes followed the movement. And then that lip gnaw again. Christ. How was he supposed to survive this weekend?

He turned his attention to Gemma as her palm came to rest right above his heart. Laying it on a bit thick, dear. Or at least that’s what he hoped he’d conveyed with the simple tilt of an eyebrow.

In response, she went up on tiptoes and laid a noisy kiss on the hollow beneath his cheekbone. Louis didn’t take his eyes off Harry, who watched the scene play out with a blank expression. Once Gemma dropped back to the ground, Harry shifted away from them, his gaze dropping to his feet.

[Or the one where Louis pretends to be Gemma’s boyfriend for her horrid cousin’s wedding but fate is a nasty jerk and throws Harry in his way.]

3. Both Showing Hearts (113k)**

Louis Tomlinson is, in fact, not straight.

Harry Styles isn’t sure what he is.

Together, they figure it out, and maybe fall in love along the way.

Or, the Uni AU where Louis helps Harry figure out his sexuality, Niall crashes a bachelorette party, Liam works in a printing centre, and Zayn happens to need lots of printing done.

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Today I listened to Alive and read along with the lyrics and I can really relate to it as a girl who is attracted to other girls.

So many of the words are inspiring, and they just tell you to be who you are no matter what if that’s what makes you happy.

I don’t want to be one of those shippers that brings everything back to Larry, but I’m just saying. The song made me think of same sex couples, homosexual tendencies, and anxiety about being different and what others will think.

Either way, it’s a moving song to me and it makes me feel good about who I am as a bisexual girl.

And to anyone else who loves someone and is struggling with what that might mean, just remember the message of this song. “It’s alright if it makes you feel alive.”

anonymous asked:

I don't want to come off mean to you but I'm a little disturbed by your behavior. You are in your late twenties analyzing Harry's sex/love life. He just turned 20 a few days ago, still very young and it's creepy to me how much older people are into his sexuality. Let girls who think he's straight be. I'm a het teenage girl who is in love with Harry. I want to think about him being with me or other girls, not other dudes. Why is that so hard for larry shippers to understand? Leave Harry alone

Let girls who think he’s straight be.

I am.

As I seem to be saying to every second anon lately, remember that you’ve come to my blog, not the other way around. I don’t tag my hate. You literally had to seek me out in order to hear my opinion on this shit.

I don’t care how you want to picture Harry or not; that’s your business. If you have a problem with the way I roll, go hang with people who share your beliefs - I’m not going to stop you.

I don’t ’want to imagine him with me or with other girls’, I know he’s with Louis, there’s a difference. I want to think about Harry with the love of his life, not neutralised for the sexual gratification of his teenage fanbase.

I haven’t just picked the two band members I find the most attractive and decided to picture them shagging; I got sucked into this whole mess because I could see there was something more than friendship between Harry and Louis and I believe whole-heartedly, that they are together.

And if you can’t see how having a lot of older fans support Harry and Louis’ relationship isn’t a huge blow to your case, then you’re not taking into account our collective years of experiences, relationships, intuition, and the fact that grown ups with jobs and families and responsibilities and shit would not be taking time out of their day to talk about this stuff if they didn’t believe it 100%.

Once again, I want to be clear:

  • Saying I think Harry is gay is not an insult to him.
  • Saying I think Louis is gay is not an insult to him.
  • Saying I think Eleanor is a beard is not an insult to her.
  • Feeling insulted on behalf of Harry because of gay rumours is just publicly admitting that you think being gay is something worthy of insult. 
  • If you believe you’re right then my opinion shouldn’t matter to you

If you have a narrow world view that you’re determined to uphold, then that’s your problem, not mine, so go handle it at your own blog, please.

why the steal my girl video doesn't work 4 me

ok this is a complaint post, I apologize in advance to everyone for whom STEAL MY GIRL is one long happiness bath, please don’t read this. I respect your joy, my friends, I can already hear you saying “BUT THEY WERE WET THO” and “BUT LOUIS HAD A SPECIAL CHIMP FRIEND” Yes, you’re absolutely right, stay gold ponyboy! THIS POST IS FOR THE TETCHY, FRETFUL FEW. 

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Preference # 34 - Daddy’s Home

Harry: Your son Luka tried staying up as long as he could to see his daddy come home but his 3 year old little body wouldn’t allow it. So you were snuggled up in your bed with Luka, the TV a soft hum in the foreground. All you could do was keep glancing at the clock knowing that Harry was so close yet so far which was making you extremely anxious. It was just after midnight and you heard the unmistakable squeak of your front door being opened and closed, you started to get awfully excited because your husband was only a short distance away from you. You gently nudged your son. “Luka baby, daddy’s home.” You kiss his forehead as his eyes flutter open and he rubbed at his eyes. “What mummy?” You smiled at him brightly. “Daddy’s home.” At this his eyes were open and alert. He pushed the blankets off his body and walked over to the closed door and opened the door to his daddy standing right in front of him. Harry bent down arms wide open and Luka dived right into them. Harry was stroking his sons back and kissing his head. “I missed you so much buddy. Daddy loves you so much.” You could hear the whimpers coming from your son. “Your home now daddy. I’m happy.” Harry lifted him up and made eye contact with you. “I missed you.” You said out loud to him. Harry came over and laid down on his side of the bed with Luka still attached to him very tightly. “Hey buddy can you let go for a second. Just want to say hello to mummy.” Luka lifted his head off Harry’s chest as he kissed your lips chastely. “I missed you love, so much.” At this Luka pulled Harry’s face to him again. “Can I sleep with you tonight daddy?” Harry moved Luka to be between you both. “Of course buddy and tomorrow you can tell me everything that has happened over the last few weeks.” Luka snuggled into Harry’s side and was asleep very quickly, wanting tomorrow to come as quick as it could. Whilst you and Harry spent the rest of the night hands entwined on your sons stomach just looking at each other knowing your happy little family was back together.

Liam: You were in the nursery with your 3 month old daughter Charlotte rocking her gently wanting her to get some sleep before your husband Liam came home and started playing with her. “Come on sweetie.” You continued to bounce your wide awake daughter.  “Daddy will be home soon, just sleep please.” Charlotte ended up just smiling at your with her gums on full show. You heard the front door open and close. “Daddy’s home.” You kissed her chubby cheeks and headed towards the front of the house. “(Y/N)? Charlotte?” You smiled at the happiness in his voice. “We’re coming Liam.” You walked around the corner into the kitchen to Liam putting the shopping away, though when he saw Charlotte he rushed to her scooping her out of your arms. “Daddy’s home baby girl. I missed you.” You continued putting all the food away. “Liam you were gone for 2 hours, no need to get all sappy.” He hugged Charlotte close to his chest and pouted. “Well all I can say is that I missed Charlotte and just wanted to have my angel back in my arms.” You grinned at Liam. “Well just to let you know Charlotte didn’t go down for a nap while you were gone.” Charlotte grabbed Liam’s pointer finger. “Why baby girl? Now you’re going to be cranky for daddy.” The last of the shopping was away and you walked over to Liam kissed his lips and patted his shoulder. “I am going to have a long hot bubble bath. So good luck with her.” Liam just sighed and you giggled all the way to the bathroom.

Louis: You and your 4 year old daughter Haley were waiting in a private lounge area for Louis to arrive back from his 9 week trip from America and your daughter was beyond keyed up for her daddy’s return home. Haley was running around and constantly staring out the huge floor to ceiling window where you could see all the planes coming and going. “Mummy, is daddy nearly here yet? Please tell me that he is.” You shook your head and her shoulders dropped. “His plane will be landing soon.” At that she ran at you and sat right on your lap wrapping her arms around your neck and started sobbing. “But he is coming home right?” You kissed the crown of her head, rubbing her back in comfort. “Of course he is. Daddy misses his lovebug.” You spent the next 40 minutes calming her down and chatting to each other when you hear over the PA that his flight had landed. “Daddy’s plane just landed bug.” She started jumping up and down in front of you. “So where’s daddy then?” You picked up your bag and knelt in front of Haley. “He’ll be here soon, he just needs to get his bags checked and then we can all go home together.” One of the perks of Louis being who he is that he gets through customs extremely fast which meant 20 minutes later Louis came through the door and Haley was scampering to get to him as fast as she could. “Daddy’s home.” Louis dropped his luggage and scooped Haley up. “Hey lovebug. Daddy missed you.” Louis squeezed her tight. You walked up to Louis kissed his lips, then picked up his luggage walking out of the airport with your reunited family.

Niall: You knew Niall loved his son Ethan to pieces and he would do everything in his power to be there at all his milestones. But he was all the way in Japan where he was working on a music project with some other artists. Though today is Ethan’s 5th birthday and he was very upset his father wouldn’t be there to celebrate, though Niall did promise to make it up to him. The party had been going on for a couple hours as you and the other boys and their partners had just sat back and watch the flurry of activity from all the children in attendance. But it was now time to cut the cake and get Ethan to open his mountain of presents. “Everyone gather around.” You yell out to all the friends and family in your backyard. You walked inside and lit the candles on Ethan’s soccer themed cake and slowly walk out. Everyone chorused out ‘Happy Birthday’, “Make a wish buddy.” You rubbed his shoulder. Ethan closed his eyes and blew out the candles with all his might once that was done you took the cake inside and cut it up handing it out as you walked around the yard. “Let’s do presents now.” There were the usual cars, lego and superhero themed items from everyone, you then thanked everyone for coming when Harry interrupted you. “Ethan buddy, your uncle’s and I we have an extra special surprise for you, but you need to close your eyes until we say open.” At that Ethan closed his eyes. None of the boys ever mentioned to you about there being a surprise for Ethan as all but you watched as Harry went to the back door and opened it up revealing your smiley happy husband. He made eye contact with you and mouthed ‘I love you’ and walked and knelt in front of Ethan. Harry smiled and looked at his nephew. “You can open your eyes now Ethan.” Ethan’s eyes flew open and was meet with his dad and tackled him to the ground, arms secured right around his neck. “Daddy your home.” He rubbed his back. “I couldn’t miss my little man turning 5 now could I?” Ethan shook his head. They stayed like that for a while chatting as everyone else milled around them, continuing the party. The two men in your life were reunited and you couldn’t have been happier if you tried.

Zayn: You walked into the front room where your 6 year old son Bradley was leaning on the window sill just staring, waiting for his fathers car to pull into the drive way. “What are you doing little man?” A sigh came from your sons lips. “Just waiting for daddy so he can play with my cars with me.” You kneel next to him on the floor. “Daddy will be home soon.” He shook his head slightly and just continued to stare out the front. You walked into the kitchen to make lunch for Bradley and yourself when you heard quick little footsteps running on the ground and the chant of ‘Daddy’s home’ leaving your sons mouth. You quickly followed your son out the open front door and watched him as he jumped into his fathers embrace. “Daddy, your home. I missed you. Let’s play cars and we can pretend there was a crash and fire and everything else.” Zayn just chuckled, kissing your lips chastely and then went on inside with your yappy son. You followed them into the lounge room as Bradley tipped two huge containers of cars all over the floor. “Remember you have to pack all this up before dinner.” Bradley just stopped and looked at you. “Mum I know. Please go I just want to be with dad. You know let men be men.” You looked at your son incredulously and stood up. “Well I’m going out and getting ice-cream but considering you men are being men you clearly don’t want to be near me so no ice-cream for you both.” At that Bradley launched at you. “I’m sorry mum. I love you and I would love some ice-cream.” You kissed his cheek. “Alright pack up and we can go.”

A/N: Sorry about not posting up for a while and I really hope you like this. Sorry for the varying lengths. Requests and feedback are more than welcome.

anonymous asked:

I personally love that you are speaking out more. Your blog is still the best Louis blog drama or no drama. :)

Okay look. I’m nearing my post limit so this is the last ask I’m going to reply to on the subject……but….. I was this way a bit when Freddie was born and nothing changed so I just said let them say what they want and I’ll just go on about my business. But his mom is gone. His entire life is in shambles. There is no way in any kind of universe known to man or science fiction that he can be this wonderful person everyone says he is all the while stunting in LA with a fake baby and fake girl for the entire year his mother was on her death bed. THE TWO DO NOT COINCIDE IN ANY LOGICAL WAY. If people are honestly going to sit and lie to themselves about it all, that’s fine but don’t expect me to just sit by while it goes on. I have to look at myself in the mirror. I have to know I am someone that if Louis ventured on my blog he would be proud of me for at least trying, as futile as I know it to be at this point. I’m just so fucking sad that he doesn’t have the fans that he deserves because he truly is the most remarkable person I’ve ever seen and I want people to love him for who he truly is not who they wish him to be.

Imagine:
“Hey Y/N which one should I get?” Niall asks and I laugh. Niall came along with me so I could get my hair done before the big award show tonight. “Um the blue one” I giggle as he holds it up. A weird look appears on his face as he says, “hmm yeah I don’t think that will work on me. But it would for you!” “I doubt it” I say. “No I know you could, you can pull off anything.” “Well thank you Niall.” I say a bit sarcastically. “No I’m serious, you are so beautiful nothing would look weird or ugly on you.” He says winking. I look away blushing while saying a quick thank you. “Hey don’t be like that.” “Be like what?” “The girl that’s afraid to admit what I said was true.” “I’m sorry, I’m just not used to having people compliment me.” I say thinking back to how people would make fun of me for pretty much everything. Niall understands, and loves me the way I am, which I’m truly grateful for. “I know that it’s hard for you to believe that, but trust me I didn’t lie about any of it. You really are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I’m glad your mine.” he says smiling and kissing me on my cheek.