In reference to this rather magnificent post about the ‘Houis’ faction of the fandom, I wanted to add a few things about why it bothers me so much.
A core part of the way the Houis ship works is based on the characterisation of Louis having internalised homophobia. He never wants to be gay. He’s never comfortable with his own sexuality. In many fics, the Elounor relationship is written as genuine, or Louis’ desperate attempt to prove to himself that he’s straight. He struggles. He fights. He hates himself. He denies himself. And it’s almost always Louis’ fault that something goes wrong or doesn’t work out with Harry - because he’s emotionally stunted, scared of his own feelings, unable to commit, unwilling to accept himself. Many Houis folk genuinely believe that if Harry and Louis were ever together, they broke up because Louis wanted to stay closeted and Harry didn’t.
This Louis characterisation makes me red with anger because it is so incredibly demeaning to Louis himself. It ignores the way Louis actually presents himself, ignores the fact that without cameras on him, without media training, Louis has always seemed incredibly comfortable with having stereotypical gay mannerisms. He openly described himself as flamboyant. Many people who have encountered him behind the scenes have described him as confidently and comfortably camp. He has shown compassion and understanding to queer fans and acknowledged rainbow flags and other paraphernalia to the best of his ability within the restrictions of his closet.
As for the emotionally stunted side of it - how dare they. How dare they take a sweet, open ball of sunshine like Louis Tomlinson and try to turn him into something twisted and damaged. Louis loves with everything he has. He encourages. He nurtures. He protects. He’s been described multiple times as the most romantic person in the band. He writes incredibly beautiful, heartfelt love songs which are both revealing and intimate. He’s inked his skin with dedications to his partner. Is this really the actions of somebody who is scared of his own emotions? Who is unwilling to commit? The theme of honestly and unflinchingly accepting his own feelings is repeated time and time again in his songwriting. “I don’t care I’m not scared of love”, “I don’t care it’s obvious/I just can’t get enough of you”, “It’s alright/If it makes you feel alive”.
And Harry? He’s an odd combo of 2012 womaniser Harry and 2015 kale drinking Harry. He’s slutty, he’s selfish. He’s constantly out on the prowl, sleeping with men and women alike because god forbid they write him as gay. He’s snobby. He’d rather go out with all his fancy London friends than lower himself as far as hanging out with Louis. He’s slept with Nick, and Jeff, and Xander - because apparently they are more comfortable in their sexuality than Louis and that’s what he wants. He’s both overtly masculine and aggressively sexual - to the point of dubcon in some fics. He almost always tops.
Harry in Houis fics is not camp, or particularly goofy. He is not the kind and romantic boy we know. He is not devoted, or faithful. Again, this ignores the way Harry presents himself in real life and in his songwriting.
The Houis relationship is written as something dirty, dramatic, dark. Often they have been together and broken up several times but keep coming back together against their will. They never seem to want to be with each other - it’s written as some irresistible force that they are constantly at war with. The warmth, sweetness and endearing sappiness that we see from them is almost never present. The tattoos are ignored entirely or explained away as some bizarre coincidence.
The worst thing about these kind of fics is that they keep being written. I see them recced all the time. You’ve read them, I’ve read them. Some of them are very popular. And say they’re only fic but I know they influence the way people view the boys. How many times have you seen people on your dash talk about being angry at Harry for being an asshole in a fic? It makes me sick.
The real Harry and Louis are proud, and comfortable, and very much in love and very much committed. So if people like queer angst so much they ought to find another pairing.
Here’s some Cor for ya! I don’t know if I’m totally pleased with how this one turned out, but hopefully you guys enjoy it. I might revisit it and change some stuff later on, but for now I wanted you guys to have at least something for today. No smut, they didn’t want to co operate and opted for angst instead. Tagging @fifteenwhispers because her writing is amazing and I know Mod Vella has asked for more Cor on this blog <3
Rain clouds gathered overhead as you rolled off of Cor, breathless and spent, curling yourself against his side. His breath was becoming steadier, a light sheen of sweat dotting his brow. Thunder rolled above as you looked up at him, his eyes a world away.
A crack of lightning made you jump. His arms tightened around you, but something still seemed off.
You looked up at him, brushing your fingertips against his jawline. “What are you thinking about?”
His gaze flitted to you momentarily before going back to staring at the ceiling. “Nothing,” he said, though his tone betrayed his words. “It’s nothing.”
WARNING! THIS IS A LONG POST OF ME GUSHING ABOUT BAND!
Ok, so like, for those of you who know me, you know I LOVE marching band. That’s 90% of what I talk about. “Oh man, the comp went great!” “Hey, listen to this licks!” “God, I hate these sets!” And after hearing what I say, some of you probably question why I love it so much, and they aren’t wrong to. We practice for more than 12 hours a week for months on end in the blistering heat and freezing cold, we’re not appreciated that much, and it just add more stress along with other classes. Sure, the music is hard. Sure, the practices are long. Sure, we’re underappreciated. But the reasons I love it are for the the people in the band and the lessons I’ve learned here. I’ve been taught about commitment, pride, respoibility, and unity. The people in the band are such kind accepting people. They love you no matter what and I couldn’t ask for a better group to be in. The offer such a welcoming environment, it no wonder all the band kids stick in small pods. So many of my friends said they didn’t know what to expect when they first joined, but they were glad that the students and staff were so friendly, they took the time to teach the rookies the instruments, show them how the group works, and quickly integrated them into our big, crazy family. The band family is like a big clock, with each section being a separate cog and each member as a little screw. Everyone has a responsibility to learn their music and drill, there’s no such things as a small part. Sure, maybe if one or two of those screws fall out or are loose, it might not have that big of an effect on a bigger band. But if you’re band is like mine and has about 60 people, every screw matters. If those screws all fall out, so will the cog and the clock won’t work. The cogs also need to work together. Say the woodwind and brass have an interlocking part with changing dynamics. If one tries to overpower the other, the cogs with grind against echo the and burn out, breaking the clock. But, if and when they help raise each other up, the cogs will turn smoothly. I don’t want to say they EVERYONE in the band is perfwct, because that’s far from true. Sure, we have our disagreements. Sure, we might not like each other, but we’re all part of the same group. No matter what we do, we do together. We play the same songs. We march to the same beat. We laugh the same laughs. We cry the same tears. We bleed the same blood. We’re all here for the this sport. And that’s the most beautiful thing to me. Band brings such a diverse crowd under that same name. A crowd that probably wouldn’t otherwise associate with each other, and that’s pretty cool to me. If you’ve ever thought of joining a band or drum corps, go for it, at least for one season. It’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me, and I’ll bet it’ll be the same for you
It all started with a post on Facebook and a very empty apartment.
Jace was away in Texas for some coffee convention, and Simon was home alone. He would usually have a few lessons booked with the kids he taught guitar to, but it was the summer holidays, which meant his schedule got very, very empty. No one wanted guitar lessons when they could be on holiday in Miami. Or Florida. Or the Caribbean. Wherever the kids went these days.
Usually, when Simon was left to his own devices, he would go and hang out with the rest of his muddled, extended family. But Luke and Jocelyn were working, Clary was off watching Maureen have her gig in New Orleans, Isabelle had taken Lydia to some spa retreat upstate, and Magnus and Alec…. Well, they had busy lives. That was happened when you had kids and two businesses to run, though.
“There is no place worse than a hippie shantytown erected by nomadic stragglers from a deluded band committed to an empty cause. The coolest, most beautiful girl I’ve ever met… and she took me to the bastion of hippie hell.”
Do you know the feeling when you’ve found the most beautiful song in the whole universe but you hardly ever listen to it ‘cause it breaks your heart every time you hear it? Because that’s exactly what I feel about this song.
Yoongi had been acting incredibly strange all day – never
giving you straight answers and when he did decide to answer you properly, it
seemed like his mind was somewhere else entirely.
“Why are we going to your studio? Seriously Yoongi you’re
being so weird today” you protested as he practically dragged you along behind
him. His studio was usually, extremely off
limits to anyone who wasn’t directly involved in making or producing the
tracks he worked on, so for him to be willingly leading you right to the door
made you feel as if he had gone and lost his mind.
“Yah just be quiet! You’ll see when we get there” he whined
back at you, trying his best to keep his emotions in check as you both reached
the studio door. You watched him with confused eyes as he unlocked the door and
swung it open before pushing you inside.