That anon was very harsh. The public narrative of Harry is a bit of a male bimbo rockstar who falls in love hard and fast with pretty girls but is too much of a self obsessed player to settle down (until now!)

His public image isn’t evil but it’s casually misogynistic and still not someone I would support.

I agree with everything you say, I think - until holivia. I can’t speak for the first year of it because I was fandom hibernating for most of it, but I’ve been pretty consistently here since December and what I’ve seen of the stunt has just made Harry look consistently like more and more of an arse. If I was just looking without knowing what I do about ‘the real Harry’, I would think he was a grade A d-bag (and I would think she was one as well in the way she treats him- I guess in that regard they deserve each other). For Harry I think it’s gross to see him enable her being a shitty mother, I think it’s gross that he for all intents and purposes is her children’s stepfather but he doesn’t seem to take any responsibility for their well-being - they’ve publically been together for two years, if this was a proper relationship, he’d be a parent figure for those children, and yet he’s cool with her and her children moving around the world to accommodate him even though that means leaving their father on the other side of the world. That’s not prioritising the children and as an adult in their life, that’s his responsibility too. He even says ‘if I someday have children’ in that interview like… if you’re serious about your current public relationship, then for all intents and purposes, you do have step children already. That’s just a part of the package when you choose to date as you did (especially if, as we are supposed to believe, she and the children have been living in with him). Then to add on to that, what he did in Venice and to some extent the New York premiere too, that’s not professionalism. That’s just poor behaviour and really terribly hurtful if they were involved - he didn’t keep a professional distance, he flat out ignored her. If he was her actual boyfriend through all of that - yikes! Also, if they’re properly together, he must want her and the project to succeed - he was definitely not helping that, and he could have if he’d handled promo differently. Then there’s the whole way they started and the reports of unprofessional conduct on set. To me, if I were to see it from the outside, he got involved with his boss at work to an extent where that made his costar uncomfortable, to an extent where reports (which to someone who’s not invested may as well be the truth) from people on set say that he and his director were always hard to find (which to me insinuates that it’s because they were off boning) while she publicly had a long term partner and two children. And then if that was how my relationship to my partner who I really love started, then I would want to do everything in my power to keep it private for a long fucking time and to control the narrative once we did go public - not wander around hand in hand at a wedding at the height of covid, while shooting the joint movie was still happening and cruising around in cars without masking. Everything about debuting a relationship publically in that way - the timing, the manner, is just insane and makes both of them look unprofessional and like proper idiots. Man, I could rant about this forever but I’m gonna stop now 🙈

"the tired sunsets and the tired people-it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all".

–Charles Bukowski

This is literally what I crave in a relationship. Where can I get one

Kissing and dancing in the kitchen plz

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“No, you aren’t escaping this time.” His playful growl rung through the kitchen after her squeals, pulling her back with his wet hands. Doing the dishes together was domestic… therapeutic, even. It felt home like and the pass and dry method worked wonders for them both, music from the ‘black and white film’ playlist crooned in the background as they settled in their beautiful, comfortable silence.

At least it had been, until Y/N whipped Harry in the ass with the drying towel.

A bad calculation on his part. Their running spanking war had been playful and fun, but somehow he always managed to grab her and her her back! Never getting much of a chance to run, Harry’s long legs always beat her. She hadn’t managed to get but 4 steps away before she was pinned against the counter, a strong hand coming down on her ass to spank her.

“Ouch!” Her whine was child like as she pouted up at him, allowing him to shuffle her in his arms so her back was against the counter. “You did not have t’do it so hard. I barely snapped it on your peachy ass.” She grumbled lowly, though there was that playful sparkle still in those eyes he loved so much.

“Won’t apologize for it. You’ve been a little menace all day, n’it was about time you got it handed back to you.” The amused look on his face only hammered in the fact that yes, she definitely had. Harry was very relaxed and lenient with her but he did always have the last laugh.

It was good that she loved him so much, or he would be even more infuriating.

“But… I think it’s time.” He grinned, the little dimple popping in his chin. She couldn’t help herself, finger coming up to poke it and feel the divet in his skin. It only made him smile wider. The habit and her affection for them made him feel loved. Appreciated.

“Time for?” the question was silly, because she knew damn well. Fishing the phone from his pocket, he clicked the side to raise the volume of the music. The last song was ending and he waited for a moment to hear the beginning notes of the next song.

I want a Sunday kind of love…

Etta James’ voice rang through their kitchen as he took her hand, pulling her into him with the other. Dropping his forehead against hers. “Time to dance, of course. It’s Sunday… and I’m in love with you.” His voice dropped to a whisper as it usually did in tender moments, her heart dropping to her belly as her cheeks heated up and the butterflies floated up.

It never failed to make her swoon. The romantic side of Harry that only she got to see. The kind that curated playlists just for their dishwashing and their days of the week. The one that craved her every touch and went out of his way for the tiniest brush of fingers and the knock of knees. He never failed to tell her that not only did he love her, but he was in love with her.

As if she could forget.

Lips brushed hers as he mumbled the lyrics, voice deep and soothing to her as one arm looped around his neck. “And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight…” ending the soft lyric with a tender peck to her lips, swaying them lightly together as he enjoyed her presence. The moment. Domestic bliss.

She returned the pecks, tasting the wine he had paired with their dinner she had cooked with him. His body was warm against her and the cool summer breeze drifted through their open windows, making her press further against him. She didn’t mind the socked feet, his hands still damp from the washing. This was all she ever needed.

“I love you.” It was whispered against his mouth, feeling her smile grow as he slid his hand under her shirt and ran his fingers up her spine. It was like the universe sent them to one another knowing exactly what the other needed. The challenge and the compliment to each soul. “And I’m in love with you too.”

It was an unspoken rule to always say it back. No matter how angry or tired or upset. They always said it back.

The kiss was firmer than before as he answered her reply, squeezing her hand in thanks. Petal soft lips and warm breath, a slight wine haze and complete love blanket over them. All he could feel and taste was her and his overwhelming love that bubbled in his throat before pulling back from the sweet kiss.

With her face tucked against his neck, she could feel the vibrations as he sang her favorite part.

“And my arms need someone

Someone to enfold

To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold

Love for all my life to have and to hold

Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love”

i dont care how corny iris by the goo goo dolls is bc i love iris by the goo goo dolls and i will continue screaming iris by the goo goo dolls from the top of my lungs every time i hear iris by the goo goo dolls for the rest of my miserable life 

It makes my brain happy

i wanna see you in the morning.

i don’t wanna be alone, it’s boring.

i’ll bake you strawberry pie.

moodboard for how you remind harry what it’s like to watch the sunrise while sitting on cool grass, to stand at the edge of a river barefoot, to just stop and embrace your surroundings instead of constantly moving and going to the next meeting or interview.

moodboard masterlist

Sunrise, sunburn, sunset, repeat Moonlight, all night, crashing into me Nothing will ever be easy as you and me Tangled up with nowhere to be

Can you add black!reader to your post if it’s for a black reader

why, so u can ignore it?

I love this man

Just dancing

Olga

#iwhipmyhair.mp3

OMG YALL GOTTA STOP ITS 6:00 IN THE MORNING I CANT BE CACKLING ALREADY

When I tell you this killed me last night I mean it😫

Better Me // SoMo

covering/blurring the names and faces of white people who say and do racist shit is an act of white supremacy.

its not up for debate.

yeah,,,,,,, he's got his work cut out for him

No but seriously as I’ve gotten older I realize more and more that although white gays do face certain levels of oppression they are still white people.....like does that make sense?