We need to ask a favour:
There are a couple of huge announcements coming out over the next few days and weeks in the lead up to our trip overseas to make this incredible project. We’re SO excited that we get to take this journey with you all, but we still DESPERATELY need your support.
Because we’ve been losing followers (which I think is due to a reduced interest after all the excitement of the campaigns) we’re not reaching as many people as we believe need to know about this documentary.
This is THE opportunity to stand up and say “I will not be marginalised by a women-hating, youth-disparaging, and understanding-phobic media! I have a voice, and I will use it!”.
We believe this documentary can be a powerful vehicle for changing the narrative which surrounds this fandom, but it CANNOT be that vehicle if we don’t have your support.
So please, if you don’t mind, share this video around. The more people who hear about this documentary, the better represented this fandom will be.
In two weeks time, I will have been working on this project almost full time for EIGHT MONTHS, and for some crazy reason, I STILL believe in The Rest of Us.
We hope you do too.
-Tim and Nat :)
ps. Stay tuned for a whole suite of announcements, including an excerpt from our very first interview!
All this talk and no one is saying Harry is quite literally wearing a heart on his sleeve…?
I mean, it’s almost comical. He’s laying it all right out there…
Something about him makes me think that’s the first joke he thought of.
"Hey Lou… Heart on my sleeve…"
The BRIT Awards 2014 - Official Live Stream
The link lets you work out when this will be live in your city.
This is my first smutty fan fiction that I’ve written in years (actually about six or seven years). It’s also the only one I’ve written since I’ve had sex (there’s some maths for you peeps), so it’s at least somewhat accurate.
Anyway. Here’s my first Larry Stylinson fan fic. VERY smutty, and probably X rated or something.
Obviously, the usual disclaimers apply. Don’t read if you’re not of age, and I don’t know or imply anything about anyone mentioned in the story.
Another note: I do not endorse you trying what I mention in the story. You’ll know it when you see it. I cannot in good conscience recommend that you try it. If you really want to, read up about it first, so that you do it right.
I JUST wrote this, so if you want to send me asks with spelling corrections, feel free to do so. Any and all feedback is always appreciated. This is my first foray into Larry fic, so please be gentle with me.
GOOD LORD! Can you believe I wrote this filth?
Let’s not assign a sexuality to him… We don’t have all the facts… Bite. Me. The only thing we don’t have is Harry announcing that he likes guys. That is literally the ONLY THING. I’m not saying he is gay or non-Hetero for a fact. I don’t know /for a fact/, but that does not stop me from making an assumption. You don’t have to think he is with Louis, but stop telling people that there isn’t enough to say that he might be into guys. Stop it. It’s utterly fucking ridiculous now. If it were any out gay man posting and acting in the way Harry does, people wouldn’t second guess a single thing. All y’all want is a “Yes, I do like guys.” when he doesn’t owe you that. Harry doesn’t ever have to come out verbally, and still live a life with a man. He can continue on posting about dick and attractive men, and how he vaguely likes that stuff, but as long as the media steady writes “romantic” stories about him and females, y’all will steadily say “We don’t know for sure!” It’s not that we don’t know for sure, it’s that y’all don’t care. Y’all don’t care that 98% of the shit coming from Harry points to him liking guys. Y’all just want to hear him /say it/. This is why non-Hetero people have to make coming out announcements in the first fucking place, because motherfuckers like y’all won’t just use your goddamn context clues.
New head canon:
That bruise that’s always on Harry’s left arm?
That’s from sleep. Harry’s lying on his back and Louis’ facing him on his side. Louis reaches out and wraps his hand around Harry’s bicep and sleeps, holding on, not letting him go.