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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I’m back in the Gateway To the West where Zeppelin has just finished their show. Everyone has gathered in the underground parking lot where the limos are lined up like awaiting chariots. I’ve been back there for a several minutes, saying goodbye to my friend. The band have all appeared and are about to get into their respective cars. I am giving this girl a goodbye kiss and Robert happens to be watching. He walks by, still sweaty from his onstage theatrics, and says, ‘Get that girl out of your mouth!’ But he made the comment in way that suggested he was proud of the music journalist for scoring. As if I had somehow infiltrated the outside phalanx and had been transformed however momentarily as Zep insider.
—  Rock journalist Steven Rosen, recalling an encounter with Robert Plant after a Led Zeppelin gig in St. Louis in 1977.

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.”

#20 – Newborn

#19 – Newborn

Harry: He held her so carefully, her tiny body swaddled and pressed to his chest. Laying tiredly in your hospital bed, you tilt your head to smile sweetly at the site in front of you. Harry sat with your baby girl, holding her for the first time and completely mesmerized. His big hands held onto her so tightly, so protectively, as if he was afraid that she’d disappear at any moment. “She’s so small…” He trailed off, lightly tapping her little button nose. Suddenly she let’s out a big yawn, and Harry’s eyes go wide. “Oh goodness.” He smiles down at her, watching as her fingers curled and uncurled. Harry let’s his hand come up and gently smooth down her mousy brown hair. “You’re just so precious.” He sighs, earning a small giggle from you. “I’m going to have my work cut out for me, fighting off all the boys, huh?” He smiles up at you, a cheeky grin on his face. “Though she’s not dating until shes thirty.” He say’s in a serious tone, making you laugh once more. “You have so much to learn, my darling girl, and I will be there every step of the way.” You smile sweetly at the two, watching as the loves of your life bond indefinitely.

Louis: “Ahhhboo. Ahhboo.” Louis sat next to your hospital bed, holding his new son, who was staring up at him with his large blue eyes as Louis continued to make silly noises. “Lou, he’s a day old. He’s not going to laugh at your goofy faces.” You laughed, watching as Louis shrugged his shoulders at you. “He might. I am hilarious.” He says matter-o-factually, turning back to your little boy. Suddenly, the new baby in Louis arms begins to squirm. Louis’ eyes go large as he begins to panic, having not yet experienced your son’s crying. Louis looks to you, cradling the tiny boy with both arms. “You’re alright. You haven’t broken him. Just try and calm him down.” You reassure, watching as Louis looked back down at the little boy and begin to sway him lightly. When your little boys cries only get louder, Louis panics once more. Pacing the room with his wailing son, Louis begins to make silly faces once more, adding his goofy noises. Suddenly, your little boy calms, and his little quivering lips curl upward into the tiniest, cutest little smile Louis had ever seen. “Oh babe, babe look.” He leans your little boy forward, letting you see his bright and smiling face. “Yup. I am hilarious.”

Liam: “Li, he’s fine. They’re just getting him situated.” You sighed, trying to get Liam to stop pacing your hospital room. You had just gone through nearly twelve hours of child birth, and you were tired. As much as you wanted to continue to hold your son, you knew he needed to be taken by a nurse for a regular check up, and you didn’t mind one bit. Liam on the other hand was nervous as. “What if something’s wrong? They’ve had him for a while now. What if-” You put a hand up to stop Liam from continuing, and stressing himself out even more. “Liam, be happy they’re helping, soon we will be home and we won’t have the extra nurses to help take care of him.” You chuckled lightly, wincing a bit due to your soreness. Liam’s eyes softened and he finally stopped pacing the room. Coming over to the side of your bed, he takes your hand and sits down next to you. “I am so proud of you.” He says, barley audible. You nuzzle into his hand as he cups your cheek gently. Just as Liam kisses you on the forehead, the door creaks open and a nurse rolls in your little boy in his bassinet. Liam thanks the nurse and gently takes the tiny bub into his toned arms. “I can’t believe he’s here. He’s actually here (Y/N), we’re actually parents.” You look down at the little boy in his arms, smiling. He looked so much like Liam, but with your nose for certain. He had Liam’s wispy brown locks, and his pink little lips. “He looks just like his father.” You nudge Liam, earning a smile as he looks over the newborn once more, as if to see the resemblance. “My boy.” Liam gleams.

Niall: “Ni?” You look up for the first time since your little girl was placed on your chest. Pink lips, pale skin, and a full head of soft brown hair, just like her father as a bub. She was an hour old, but you and Niall were already so in love. Niall is seated in the chair next to your bed, his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together, placed under his chin. He watched as you and your baby girl bonded, keeping quiet as he took in every single one of her features. His eyes meet yours, looking away from his little for the first time since she arrived. “Hm?” He mumbles softly, afraid to wake the sleeping bub. “You wanna hold?” You ask sweetly, feeling guilty Niall hasn’t had a chance to hold his daughter yet. Niall seems more alert now, the reality of your words hitting him hard. He was unsure how to answer, of course wanting to hold his baby girl, just utterly confused and terribly scared. Before Niall says a word you sit up straight and lean over to place the little girl in his arms. “Wait, babe, wait…” You stop just as you’re ready to hand her over. Niall looks at you nervously, his blue eyes wide as saucers. “What if I wake her up? What if she cries, and I don’t know… what if she doesn’t like me?” He mumbles quietly, so uncertain of his own instincts. You smile halfheartedly, already knowing the answer to every question he asked. Without saying a word, you place your baby girl into Niall’s arms. He looks down at the sleeping bub, his eyes watering as he feels what it’s like to be a father for the first time. She’s quiet in her daddy’s arms, sucking in her tiny bottom lip with every breath she took. The sight nearly made Niall’s heart melt, and when she stirred just ever so slightly, Niall was sure his heart skipped a beat. He watched her carefully, as her podgy fist clenched and unclenched. “She loves you, Ni.” You whisper, watching father and daughter have their first moment.

Zayn: Throughout your entire pregnancy, Zayn and you had argued non stop. Not about names, or gender guesses, but who your baby would come out looking like more. Zayn told you repeatedly, that every female and male in his family all share two of the same traits – dark hair and dark eyes. But you were resistant, insisting that your baby had a definite chance of having lighter features. When the time came, and you had finished nearly twenty hours in labor, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, who had a head full of dark brown hair, and tanned skin, just like her father. You couldn’t care less about the carry on that you and Zayn dragged on for nearly nine months. She was perfect either way. “I hate to say this, and I know you just spent about twenty hours in labor, and I am so proud of you for that by the way, but honestly, I told you so.” He snickered, watching you stroke the little girls face, tucking her soft locks behind her tiny ear. You didn’t bother to look up at Zayn, you were too mesmerized by the little girl in your arms. “Mhm.” You mumbled, finally tearing your eyes away and looking up to Zayn. He had the biggest smile on his face, as if he had the whole world in his hands. “Come here and hold her.” You whisper, urging Zayn to take the little girl from your arms. When he did, he couldn’t hold back the tears. “She’s so tiny…” He whispered, his big hands cradling her gently. Zayn smiles to himself once more, taking in every single one of his daughters features. “She looks just like me.” He beamed, half stunned that he was holding new life that resembled him so much, and half willing to hold that over you for the rest of your life.

A/N: Sorry that Harry’s was shorter. Hope you liked this.

Not sure if i’m back for good yet, but this popped into my head last night, after my odd pregnancy dreams, (yes that’s been happening), and it was just too cute to not post. 

- ellington xxxx

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.

“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.