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acesofspadess · 9 months

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Family Values

a/n: Louis and Harry are baby girl in this

summary: what happens when your family questions your love

It all started in 2011….

“Lou this is about to be the biggest project we’ve worked on.”

You were a family friend of Lou’s and even though she was almost 11 years older than you, you were like sisters and both pursued your careers in hair styling.

“I know but we can’t let them know that. Just act like they are the least of our problems.”

The two girls heard crashing footsteps and the door bursting open. “Are we in the right place?” the first boy asked. “Where supposed to be getting our hair done.”

“Yeah you're in the right place. Come sit.”

“I'm Harry and this Louis.”

“Y/N.”

Through the following years you grew close to all of the boys, but especially Harry and Louis and everyone saw it. It was never spoken upon, just glances between the three of you never going unnoticed. It wasn't until the band went on ‘break’ did conversations start to arise.

“Do you want us the way we want you?”

You knew the ‘larry’ subject was a sensitive topic, purely because management wouldn't allow it. You never understood how they could try and prevent these two wonderful souls from loving who they wanted.

“We can’t make anything official yet, but I promise, when the time is right.”

Now 5 years after the break, you Louis and Harry were in a committed relationship. You were all doing your own things as of right now. Harry had just started his second tour and Louis was a year into his tour. You were now a designer for Dior. Before you went official, you would head back home for the holidays to see everyone in your family, reunite and be a ‘proper’ family. But now, it was like walking on eggshells. It wasn't that your family didn't ‘like’ the boys per say. It was the simple fact that there were two of them. You were immune to the questioning glances when one of you would give another or both a kiss, but this Christmas was a whole different story.

You were all sitting around in the large living area of your parents house. The fire was crackling and snow was falling outside, it was the perfect picturesque christmas, until your mother decided to speak up. “You know I used to not understand why you had to pick two boys, but I guess it's so that you can have more children. Maybe they'll have some more common sense, At least you picked two successful boys.'' She laughed quietly at her ‘joke’ and while the majority of your family snickered with her, you, Louis, Harry, and Lou whose family was also there, weren't. “Excuse me, what did you say!?” you were pretty level headed, never one snap when someone attacked you, you simply shrugged it off or spoke to them calmly so as to not escalate the situation anymore.

But this outburst made every mouth close, you were sure you could hear a pin drop. “For one, they have names, Harry and Louis, so stop pretending like you don’t know them. I truly can't believe you, say all you want about me, but keep them out of your mouth. They are nothing but kind to you, they bring you flowers and gifts every time they come, or when Lou and I visit when they can't. What is truly so different in our relationship than you and Pa's? What if there's an extra person? We love each other, just like you and dad. We cherish, and adore, and respect, and make each other the best versions of ourselves, just like you and dad.” you weren't crying. You thought that if this day ever came you would. But you all saw it coming. You had told the boys every time you visited they didn't have to come because something always happened. But they persisted.

“Seriously, y/n. You couldn't have just picked one, the one without the kid.” any hint of the Y/N they knew before was gone, all you saw was red looking at your father. “I cannot believe you just said that. Louis is the best father I know. Way better than you. I don't know what is going through your sick and twisted minds, but we won't be around to find out. We have been nothing but kind and understanding of the difference of our relationship and how it might affect others, but - god- i cannot believe this is what it turned out to be.”

You worked your way out the living area and towards the front where everyone's bags were, wondering why Harry, Louis, and Lou were still in there.

Both boys stood up after you stormed out the room and decided now was the best time to speak. “You may not like our relationship with your daughter, or niece, or cousin, whoever she is to you; but that should never get in the way of your relationship with her.” Harry spoke as he grabbed Louis' shaky hand. “We ask her to come, to try and show you that we can become a family. Never again try to contact her, or any of us. And never again, do I want to hear you say anything about Louis and his fatherhood.” He knew if he said more he would never stop. He looked at Lou who seemed ready to go and walked out to where he knew you would be.

The drive to the hotel after dropping Lou off was quiet, as was the journey up to the room. It was only when they were in the confines of the hotel room did you start to cry. Two warm bodies caught you as you sank to the floor. “I'm sorry,” you repeated over and over again. You wished you could wash away the words your parents spoke to them. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” Louis kissed the top of your head to seal in his words. “Their actions and words do not define you. We love you.” Harry knew exactly what you were thinking. Louis' phone started ringing and when he checked it, it was Liam. They had given Freddy to Liam while they were away as his mom was no longer in the picture.

“I'll call him back later, it's okay.” but you shook your head and wiped your tears. “Answer. It might be Freddy.'' When he clicked accept on the facetime call you saw Freddy closest to the screen and Liam and his son, Bear, behind him. “Hi lad.” The instant joy that was in his voice as he saw his son made you smile and you and Harry quickly moved into frame. “ hi love.” you smiled and waved watching freddy almost drop the phone but Liam catching it. “Who is that Freddy? Say hi.”

“Hi mumma.”

And it seemed everyone froze. You watched Liam do a double take, Harry's arm squeezing your waist a little tighter, and Louis, who had tears in his eyes. The three of you had always talked about what you and Harry would be to Freddy as your relationship blossomed around the time he was born. Freddy had already been calling Harry, Papa H or H, which he had you to blame for calling him that one time as a joke. But he had never said anything about you.

You all figured it was because he did have his mom until he no longer needed her and she left the picture. You came to realize that Freddys brain was now recognizing you as mom because you were a constant in his life. Or he was just confused.

“Hi Freddy. What are you doing?” you moved on as if nothing happened simply taking it as a slip up. “We're drawing.” His mixed accent of Louis and you and Harry made you smile. “What are you drawing lad?” It was Harry's turn to get over his initial shock. You watched as Liam told Freddy to get his drawing as he looked at the camera with a look you all picked up on as ‘what the fuck?’ Freddy came back into frame with his picture.

He started pointing out who was who and when he got to the brown skinned stick figure (which made you chuckle) he said it again. “And that mumma.” This time everyone knew it wasn't an accident. “That's your mum lad?” Liam asked, still seeing you three in shock. “Yeah, that's Y/N. She's mummy cause I love her and she loves me.” you practically melted and smiled so hard your cheeks hurt.

When the call ended you made Harry and Louis pack their stuff as you wanted to go home and cuddle with your family. And that you did. When Liam opened his door a day later Freddy came running into your arms.

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enchantedlandcoffee · 1 year

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Happy 28th everyone!! Here's my list of fics that I've enjoyed over the past month!

in this world, it's just us by larryftnoctrl / @the-larry-way

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | Teen and Up Audiences | 2.8k | Canon Compliant, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff

Harry returns home from the Brits with his 4 awards happy and very drunk. Louis is super proud and extremely in love with his boy and more than happy to show it in any way he can.

Just a little taste by lunarheslwt / @lunarheslwt

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | General Audiences | 3.6k | Human/Vampire Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

"Little dove," Louis crooned, making Harry shiver a little, affected, "you're shaking. Do you want to bite?" Harry stilled. He knew what Louis was asking. He knew Louis probably could sense how in dire need of comfort he was. He knew Louis was offering. And yet- "No," he whispered, even as he felt the strong urge to let his lips trace the well-known path to the spot he usually bit into, "I could hurt you." "Harry, my darling, you haven't hurt me once in the numerous times you've needed to bite. Today will be no different. You know it'll do you good." Harry sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, torn. In the end, it was an offer he was too weak to resist. "So...do you want to? Little taste?" "Yeah," Harry rasped out, "please." Or, Harry is a vampire that comes home one night, grappling with the darkness that comes with being one. Louis offers him unwavering love, acceptance and the one thing he needs but is reluctant to ask for; permission to bite for the sake of comfort and safety seeking.

Can't keep my hands to myself by DaddyAlphaLouisBabyOmegaHarry @bottomhaztoplou

Explicit | 2.5k | Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Established Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Harry and Louis try something new in bed

ti dedico le autostrade che portano al mare (i dedicate to you the highways that bring you to the sea) by me_her_themoon / @greeneyesfriedrice

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | Explicit | 87k+ | Friends to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, OT5 Friendship (One Direction)

"Simon, please. I need a break." Louis speaks softly into the phone. "I've been working constantly for the past 4 years," His voice strains. "I suppose you've earned it." Simon reluctantly sighs. (Louis goes on hiatus for six months to a small coastal town in Italy where he doesn't expect to fall in love with the charming baker.

Quiet People Have The Loudest Minds by 2tiedships2 / @2tiedships2

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | Mature | 38k | Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mute Louis, Alpha Harry, Omega Louis

Broadway shows were one of the few things that could keep Louis’ attention for a full two hours without needing to move about. But not tonight. The alpha next to him was both infuriating him and practically turning him on at the same time. He needed to leave. The alpha, that is. Louis was staying. Or the one where Louis is a nonverbal omega who has accepted the fact that he will never find an alpha that will treat him as an equal. On the other hand, he’s never met anyone like Harry.

it's a long shot just to beat these odds by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

Zayn Malik/Liam Payne | Teen and Up Audiences | 14k | Famous Liam Payne, Non-Famous Zayn Malik, Awkward Dates, Strangers to Lovers

Zayn: how many years in prison would I get for murdering a popstar??? He scrapes the plates clean, resists the urge to kick the trash can, his breathing still feeling shallow and high in his chest. He wants a cigarette. And a cuddle from Louis. But a text is the most he can realistically ask for now, and luckily Louis doesn’t leave him hanging. Louis: ????? Okay, so it isn’t that helpful, but Zayn knows his anxiety well enough that just distracting his mind is usually enough to keep from having an actual attack. It doesn’t matter that the subject he’s discussing is the one thing his brain is actually panicking about, just trying to formulate words into a text is helping. Zayn: I served him raw chicken. RAW. And he was kind enough to want to try and eat it too. I could have killed him!!! That would’ve made headlines for sure. FORMER BOYBANDER GETS POISONED ON FIRST DATE, more on the ten p.m. news. Louis: well that’s one way of making sure he’s not going to go on any of the other dates. Bit drastic though mate.

Coffee, Kisses, and I Love You's by wemadethishome / @wemadethishome

Zayn Malik/Liam Payne | General Audiences | 429 | Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship

Liam's always loved the mornings. And they get even sweeter with Zayn by his side.

#28th appreciation #fic rec #april fic rec #trackinghappily #trackinghome #1dficvillage #1dsource #ficrec #tracksintheam

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your-divine-ribs · 1 month

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Red Part 10

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You turn down the opportunity to watch the band from the coveted spot at the side of the stage, opting instead for the venue main floor, bagging prime position up against the barrier before the crowds start to flood in. You feel uneasy being around Larry now that your head's starting to fill with uncertainties, terrified that you'll let them show before you've had the time to process them and work out exactly what they mean for the future of your relationship. You just want to lose yourself in the music for a few hours, let loose and bounce to the beat, let the melodies flow through your veins and the lyrics scorch your throat as you sing them as loud as you can. A carefree state where your doubts and your desires cease to exist.

You weren't banking on Sophie following you down though as you jumped from the stage and took your position just off centre of the mic, leaning against the metal barrier.

"Thought you'd wanna be up there in the wings, you know... like a proper rockstar's girlfriend." You nudge her gently with your elbow, nodding towards the side of the stage where you can just see Larry emerging with a handful of setlists.

"I was tempted." She smiles in a cat-that-got-the-cream kind of way. "That was kind of like my goal every time I came to a show before, but now I know I can do it, that's enough for me. To be honest I'd rather be down here in the thick of it, you can't beat the atmosphere... and besides, this'll be the best view of Van!"

You smile weakly. Maybe in another life you two could have been close friends, but not this life. You can't help the sickly taste of jealousy that rises like bile in your throat whenever you imagine her and Van together.

Pretty soon the crowds start to fill out the venue and Larry brings you both another pint each. The small talk between you and Sophie flows easily enough but you're still relieved when the support band come on as a distraction. Then it's not long before the main event and you feel your heart thudding in anticipation.

You've been to many a Catfish show but not like this. Before you used to scoff at Van's stage theatrics, rolling your eyes every time a swing of his hips set off a chorus of screams from the female fans, looking on with bemusement at their enraptured expressions. Now you're the one caught in a trance, not able to take your eyes off him as he puts his all into the performance, his lithe body twisting and turning as he thrashes about with his guitar, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat under the stage lights.

You want him so bad it's a physical ache.

An hour and a half seems to pass in mere minutes and before you know it you and Sophie are caught in the flow of the crowd as they steadily start to file out of the venue, ears ringing and heads buzzing with that awe-like kind of dazed feeling that always accompanies the end of a gig.

"Oh my god they were so good!" Sophie shouts over the noisy murmur of the crowd. "It's definitely time to celebrate! You're coming back to the hotel aren't you? Larry said you'd be up for it."

This is the first you've heard of any post-gig celebrations. Your nerves start to bristle as you imagine having to act normally around Van. Sophie sees your reluctance and links her arm through yours, drawing you close with a pleading smile. "Oh come on Y/N, you gotta come. It's not gonna be the same without you and Larry there."

You mumble out a vague reply, glad that the hordes of fans clamouring for the exit take her attention temporarily and you slip on ahead, heart starting to pound as you leave the crowds behind and check in with security to head down the narrow corridor to the backroom of the venue. You take a few deep breaths as you push through the door and then you step inside, eyes darting wildly about to find Van. You see him straight away, hair dampened with sweat as he rubs a towel over his face and slings it around his neck. He's bearing his usual post-gig glow, but it's never looked this good on him before, eyes bright and pumped up on adrenaline, hands flying about animatedly as he chats with Bondy and another guy you don't recognise. His eyes suddenly flick over to you and you quickly look away to see Larry heading over, the widest of grins lighting up his face.

"Tell me that wasn't Catfish's best ever performance! The crowd were going mental. Did you hear them singing to Pacifier? I thought they were gonna blow the bloody roof off!"

You're looking at Larry but all you can see is Van in your peripheral field, taking your full attention even when you're not focussing on him.

How the fuck does he do that?

It's quite clear now that staying away from him is your only option. You fix on a smile.

"Ahh yeah, the atmosphere was amazing, they were so good!" You step towards Larry as you speak, curling a hand around his waist, drawing him toward the corner of the room, away from Van. "So what's all this about going for drinks at the hotel? You never said anything about it. I really didn't want a late night."

Larry lets out an amused snort. "You? Wanting an early night? Is my little party animal finally calming down, eh?"

His hands find your waist, quickly wrapping around it as he pushes you gently to the wall you're standing against, his eyes warm as he looks at you.

"Well, I have just been ill haven't I? Don't wanna overdo it. And I am kinda tired."

You're not sure if it's the lies slipping from your lips or the way that Larry's fingers are smoothing down over your hips but your gut is churning, a sense of discomfort that you never normally feel with him making you tense.

He moves even closer, his voice lowering to a whisper even though no one else in the noisy room can hear. "I really wanted to go for drinks but I think I'd prefer an early night with you even more. I've missed ya loads, ya know."

You wander if Van's watching on. The thought makes you squirm even more.

You act on impulse, the words breaking free before you've even formed them coherently in your brain.

"Maybe we could go... just for a few drinks. I mean, I don't want to stay late, but we've got to celebrate, right? And the lads will be pissed if we don't show. Bondy won't let me hear the end of it!"

There's the tiniest hint of dismay crossing Larry's countenance but it's gone in a flash. "Yeah, he'll miss his drinking partner for sure! Are you sure you're up to it though? Don't feel like you have to say yes just for me. I'd just as soon as hop in a taxi and..."

"It's fine. I want to go... really." You cut him off with your assurances, eager to go now, your unease increasing at the thought of going back to Larry's and feeling the weight of his body on yours, his kisses trailing down your neck.

This is worse than you thought. You love Larry, you really do. This is just a blip, nothing more. As soon as you get Van out of your system things will go back to normal and you can pick up where you left off. And if not... well, you'll have to cross that bridge when you come to it.

Larry's keen to leave too, muttering about being parched, calling out to Bondy and Bob to ask if they want to share your cab. You keep your eyes firmly fixed on your hands which you're wringing self-consciously as you listen to the lads making their plans. You daren't look up for fear of catching Van's eye.

Bob declines, citing a headache and tiredness as his reason but Bondy's keen, bounding over and throwing an arm over your shoulder. Benji ends up in your little group as you head for the back door, hoping to slip away unnoticed by the fans who are likely gathering outside for a glimpse of their idols. You all make a hasty dash for the awaiting cab, and it's all going so well... that's until you feel the chill of icy raindrops on the skin of your bare arms as you make your way across the car park.

"Shit!" You exclaim, breaking away from Larry who's holding your hand. "Left my jacket inside. I'll just be a minute."

"Hurry up love," Larry urges as you turn away.

"Yeah, be quick. If the fans spot us..." Bondy adds.

"I'll be quick!"

You dash for the door, head down as fat drops of rain begin to lash down on you, so preoccupied with getting inside quickly that you don't realise you're on a collision course until the feel of a hard, warm body brings you to an immediate stop, both of your hands shooting out instinctively to steady yourself on someone's chest.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking where... ohh!"

Your words are broken with a gasp as you look up, eyes locking with Van's. He's inches away, his proximity wrenching any coherent thoughts right out of your head.

"I was just... my jacket... I left it..." you stutter out, dimly aware of people pushing past you, urgent voices calling your name, Van's name. You just can't seem to focus on anything else.

"Yeah, your jacket. I was just coming out to give it to you actually."

More shouts, a car door slamming with force, the beep of a car horn. But there could be World War 3 erupting and you'd still be hard pressed to look away.

It's Van who breaks the spell. "We'd better make a move, the crew say there's loads of fans out the front, they'll no doubt start making their way around any minute."

To your complete surprise he reaches for your hand, pulling you in the direction of the taxi that's just pulled up behind the one occupied by Larry. You let yourself be towed along for a second, bewildered, before you realise what's happening.

"Hey!" You cry, pulling your hand away with force and stopping in your tracks. "What're you doing? I'm going with Larry, not you."

"That taxi's full! C'mon, we're all going to the same place. Just get in!"

"What..."

Your eyes dart to the idling taxi in front of you, widening as the window starts to slide down and Sophie's face appears. "I just jumped in, sorry Y/N, it was raining so hard..."

But she's not offering to get out, she just shoots you an apologetic little smile and before you can even react the taxi starts to pull away from the kerb. She waves as the window starts to close, obscuring your view. You're so horrified by the predicament that you've been left in that you actually consider chasing the vehicle down, wrenching open the door and ordering her to get out, but you stop yourself, aware that it would make you look insane.

"Fuck," you grumble under your breath, slowly turning around to face Van, slicking your rain-soaked hair back off your face.

He's drenched too, his hair plastered to his face in wet strands and his shirt sticking to his body as he gestures towards the remaining taxi. "C'mon then, what are ya waiting for? I'm getting piss wet-through standing 'ere!"

His tone is annoyed but he can't hide the smirk that's curling his lips and it just makes you even more determined not to go with him.

"I can walk!" You blurt out, realising that you've not even put your jacket on yet, distracted as you are. You start to shrug it over your shoulders, wincing at the feel of the sopping wet cotton of your t-shirt clinging to your cold skin.

"In this? Don't be fucking ridiculous! You'll catch your death, it's slinging it down! C'mon... get in."

He pulls open the back door, his free hand outstretched to you and you hesitate, aware that he's right still but in turmoil. Then you imagine what the others would say if you turned up looking like a drowned rat just because you refused to share a cab with Van. They know you two have a rocky relationship but they'd think you'd gone and completely lost your mind and they'd probably be right.

"What's up? Don't you think you'll be able to resist me on a ten minute cab-ride?"

He cracks a shit-eating grin and you're at once reminded of the cocky side to him that's always riled you up. You feel your hackles rising automatically, your old defence mechanism at resisting Van surfacing as you glower at him. You realise that in a strange way you've actually missed it and you're sure that Van has too, a mischievous twinkle in his eye at the recognition that he knows exactly what buttons to push with you.

"In your fucking dreams!" You huff, stomping past him and sliding into the back seat but not moving across to let Van in, hoping he'll get the hint and take the front passenger seat. He doesn't of course, quickly closing the door and racing around to open the opposite one, taking the seat next to you then leaning forward to give the driver the name of the hotel.

You watch him carefully, tension stiffening your body as he clicks his seatbelt into place and sits back, not trying to hide his smirk now, wearing it with pride as he looks across at you.

"Alone at last... finally."

#red #catfish and the bottlemen #van mccann #van mccann x reader #vanfic #fanfic

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indiaalphawhiskey · 2 years

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I love what you said about LNT, that Harry is mocking his image in the media, and I agree with everything you said but by doing that vid won't it just reinstate the GPs thoughts on him? Imo he was starting to lose that image and that vid is definitely a giant leap backwards. The GP don't look into things and they don't think, they're going to see Harry in a bed with a lot of women and automatically think womanizer, and his team know this. It does seem really symbolic but I can't see anyone else picking up on it other than Larries. His team will probably campaign for AIW at the Grammy's so it's not the case they're trying to pull a WS. I just can't for the life of me figure out why they spent years changing Harry's image from womanizer to bringing it back. It's annoying because in the tabloids it is mostly people speculating on his sexuality and it felt like he was in a good place, unless his team thought he was coming across too gay so they decided to do a really het vid to keep the hets interested.

Hi, love!

While I get what you’re saying, I can’t say I agree, because I think it is about perspective.

What’s interesting with Harry’s House is that I think it’s Harry’s most layered album yet, and to me, there’s a running theme in those layers. The album presents itself as fun, easy pop that you can enjoy and digest without looking too much into it. But, if you do decide to give the lyrics more than one listen, decide to look at it from a more generous angle, you’ll find many of the narratives of the song are a lot deeper than people realize. (This piece explains that concept in a much more articulate way.)

Consequently, I think the LNT video explores the exact same theme of having an “easy” visual layer that is superimposed over a much deeper (although still lighthearted) commentary on Harry’s public versus private life. But just like the songs on Harry’s House, you have to want to see the satire in order to know it’s there. And I say it’s satire because Harry is so very clearly in on the “joke”.

He knows. He knows there’ll be people who listen to AIW solely because it’s a bop, knows that there’ll be people who buy the narrative of Cinema so quickly he doesn’t even have to sell it, knows that if, visually, you put him in a bedroom setting with a bunch of half naked people, there will be tons of people who see that and only that. And I think somehow, part of the message is that, he knows people will believe what they want to believe about him… so let them. He’s not bothered by it anymore because there’s a different group of people that get him, that get his real meaning, and that’s who he’s making music for. (He said something similar in the Zane Lowe interview.)

And it’s pretty brilliant, because if you look at the Harry’s House teaser, he already clues us in on those recurring themes — a theatre, the façade of a house coming down around him, being dresses like a doll, the theme of reversal, etc. The entire album can be read as an ode to Harry’s double life: who people think he is (orgy, bubblegum pop with no substance) versus who he actually is (quiet private Lady and the Tramp date behind the curtain, singing about the trauma of his parent’s divorce), and I think, is a tribute to those who see past the veneer.

Semi-related, I actually don’t think Harry’s team is bringing back the womanizer image. I can see how that’s how it can come across, but I actually think, depending on the perspective you have, Lights Up, Watermelon Sugar, and LNT can be seen as a soft-seeding for a pansexual image. Yes, they all evoke a very sexual vibe, but it’s also a very open vibe. I think this fandom forgets, sometimes, just how far we’ve come with Harry’s image, and I think it’s good to remind ourselves that Harry having male-presenting people in his videos, even in the context of a group, is not something we thought would ever be possible in 2015. Waving pride flags at every show? Starring in a queer romance? Singing “I mess around with him” with his entire chest? A nail polish brand? Wearing a dress on the cover of Vogue? Dorothy?

We couldn’t even fathom half of that in early HS1.

And yes, he is still stunting, and he’s still stunting with commercially attractive thin, white women, and that’s frustrating. But in other aspects? We can’t deny that we have made progress, no matter how incremental it may seem. And, honestly, to survive in this fandom, we have to take those wins and hold them close because this is not a straight line ride. We can’t just shrug that progress off simply because it’s not our ideal and expected expression of queerness. That’s not fair to him, or to anyone.

#iaw ask #iaw anonymous #LNT MV analysis #Harry’s House analysis #Harry’s image discussion

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alarrytale · 6 months

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Seeing larries kissing Louis' ass in his new post honestly just grosses me out. Do y'all not have any self-respect? Why are so many larries fine with being his punching bag, his scapegoat, being gaslit and manipulated, and having him add fuel to the larrie hate train? I love him too. But at some point, he has to realize this shit isn't okay. It's not okay to speak to your fans this way and disrespect them. To single one fan out. And to do it so publicly where the media can pick it up, where the solo louies & harries, antis, and gf stans can use it as ammunition against us. I can't even go on the pop culture subreddits I like bc of how badly the hate is against us. Not only was this a stupid fucking move before trying to sell tickets in LatAm but why in the world would you treat the fans who have stuck by you since the beginning this way? We've seen through the bullshit in both 1D and his solo career. We've seen through the false image that was painted of him, although now he seems more than happy to play along. We've tried to be there for both him (and H) because THEY made it very clear for YEARS that they were together, closeted, and fighting back. Look, I get it some larries are doing way too much with their theories esp the ones that think Louis, Harry, and T*ylor are all gay beasties who are going to bring down the industry together. But they started this shit. They encouraged fans to look deeper. They came up with the name Larry Stylinson, not us. They got the corresponding tattoos and made it very obvious, not us. Louis got the dagger. They did rbb and sbb, which really caused fans to start theorizing. Louis did the Spotify canvases that connected back to H and Larry. Louis did the promo (was it for Walls?) where we had to find the different locations, and they almost always had a Larry reference nearby (I know I didn't explain that example well). Louis specifically puts H and Larry references in his music that he knows we know about. He's the one that put out the Just Like You music video. He's the one that put Style on the wall of the Miss You video. They're the ones that continuously use blue and green lights. Louis specifically interacts with Larries and Larry related signs and flags at his show. I mean, the list goes on and on. So, if you want people to chill out on Larry, how about you stop feeding it? Because this whole back and forth is exhausting and mentally draining. I'm really fucking tired of being made the joke of this fandom by Louis when we've done nothing but see him for who he really is and love him for that. And now the harassment and death threats have skyrocketed from solos, hets, gf stans, stans of other fandoms, and people into pop culture. I'm tired of seeing mental health being used as an insult against us as well because Louis and Harry not only started this, they encouraged this behavior from larries for YEARS. And then you have people who used to be around them (from xf times) Rebecca and mainly Katie talking about how truly horrible XF, Syco, and Modest were. How truly manipulative. How horribly they treated everyone, esp the boys. I mean, she's even talked about how the boys still have some of the same people around them since the early days. I know she went after larries one time (maybe more bc I stopped listening to her after that), but she made sure to talk about them and basically say without saying that a lot of our theories about xf, management, and syco weren't far off. Others around them have played into Larry. So, why doesn't he tell them to stop. Like, stop going after fans for something you created and encouraged for years. Just ignore it until you're ready to come out, if that ever happens.

I do have a question. I know stunts suck and Harry has been stunting a lot. I know H*livia was extremely upsetting. But why do larries seem to get more people upset at Harry for doing a pap walk with T*ylor, or even the ones he did with OW where he was obviously miserable, then they do with Louis outright shitting on us - multiple times? I'd much rather see Louis have to do a pap walk or two with some girl than throw fans under the bus, you know what I mean? Because while stunting sucks, it's playing the Hollywood game and something they probably are required to do to uphold the het image. Choosing to shit on fans shouldn't even be on the table if we mean as much to you as you say.

Sorry for the rant and rambling. I'm just really hurt and have so many feelings and probably didn't express everything properly. I don't recognize this "Louis," and it's really put me off. I thought we were a team, and now I just feel completely unwanted by him.

Let it out, anon 🧡

I know this hurts, especially for those of you who haven't experienced this before. We shouldn't have to deal with this. I think most people are able to ignore it and move past it because they know he's closeted and why he's doing it. They know that Louis doesn't love them any less, despite what his public twitter account might suggest. We know he's got little agency and we know he's being made to do things against his will. We see past his image and actions.

I would prefer him stunting over lashing out against his fans too. Maybe that's not an option or maybe he didn’t have a choice. Either way it isn't okay. It wasn't okay in 2012 and it isn't okay now. The only thing we can do is stop supporting him and giving him our money. Some love him and want him to succeed, and fight with him against the chains holding him back. He won't be able to do that without larries. So they keep supporting him and live in hope that things will change for the better someday. It's up to you to decide what your limits are and what you can and can't support.

#long post #louis underscore #louis image #fandom #solo louis

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walkinginthewind28 · 1 year

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Hopelessly devoted to you... & you got my devotion, but man i can hate you sometimes...

Anyone who knows Harry would know that he is a very particular man. He never says anything without context. He remembers everything. He sees everything and he knows everything. His words (song lyrics or interviews) carries heavy meaning and if heard carefully brings out the whole picture as to who he really is.

Ofcourse all these things are left open to interpretation to his audience and they have the right to make sense as they want. But leaving out the small things saying "oh! it must be a coincidence" or "oh! that must be just as it is" is nothing short of blasphemy.

So many of his songs talks about a difficult relation that he is heavily invested in and how he wants to make those relations work out. "You've got my devotion. But man, I can hate you sometimes" ; "And I'm well aware I write too many songs about you. And I get the feelin' that you'll never need me again" ; "Just let me know I'll be at the door, Hoping you'll come around, Maybe we'll work it out" ; "We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat" .. and so many more. I could go one forever.

Knowing all these, it makes even more difficult to say that was just a song.. that was just him paying homage to Olivia. How can anyone not see the pattern? Everything is connected.

Honestly, being a Harrie is difficult. I don't want to make everything about Louis and Harry. I don't want to make Harryween about Larry. I don't want to make the fact that Harry dressed up like Danny Zuko and still wore the jacket that resembled Sandy a Larry thing (also a similar jacket- black jacket with tartan inside has been wore by Lou so many times). I don't want to make Harry singing Hopelessly devoted to Lou a Larry thing. But here we are, innit?! They can't help themselves and we keep on dying everytime they do such shit!

#harry and louis #harry styles #louis tomlinson #larry #fetus larry #larry stylinson #hopelessly devoted to you #larry is real #larry shippers #larry fanfiction #loveislove

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thisiskatsblog · 7 months

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They talking about shape larries views in present time, but here are peolle who are now full antis and louis haters, people who are full rads and people who are out of fandom. 🤦🏻‍♀️ how someone who is 8 years out of fandom can shape our views now? Im glad you are still here and for all your work in rainbow direction, we would never be here now without you.

Are you serious that they still complain about people who left the fandom 8 years ago? Oh man, that's proper sour.

Thanks for saying such nice things, it's really sweet. You'll know it wasn't just me, but I guess it's true, if I hadn't sat down on my 36th birthday to open a Tumblr and a Twitter account, so many things would not have happened. Good birthday that, brought a shitload of work, hatemail and misery on myself, but also gave myself the best gift I ever could have.

See, I permanently wonder what I'm still doing here, time came and changed everything so profoundly that few of the things that brought me here remain, few of the things I hoped for ever came to be, and often I've felt like I kept building mountains, but never got home.

I guess rainbow direction, and everything it catalyzed, is the one thing that keeps me here. It's like an adult child, leading a life of its own, doesn't need its parents anymore so plenty of the co-parents are off pursuing other interests, but I guess I'm the parent who can't help but call every week to check in on them and see that they're okay.

And it brings so much joy to finally see it standing on its own legs. I have made zero effort for it this past year. Nothing. And at first that was super scary. I was really afraid to see it die a slow death. But it didn't. Rainbow direction was always there for fans. But it's so amazing that the rainbows are now also there for me. Other people are bringing them, to make their fellow LGTBQ+ fans, like me, happy. It's finally something that doesn't take all my spare energy, but something that I can just come in and sit down and enjoy. I am so grateful to everyone who has believed in it and carried it on. It's a very special thing in this fandom that we've created together. As fans, and with the lads.

Surrounding us with rainbow lights during the Megamix is Louis' version of picking up and waving a flag every night and with that, to me, it feels like it's finally come full circle. I don't need to keep doing it. Fans will. Harry will. Louis will. It's a fucking family that will always show us love. And I can finally let it go.

Edit to add: And the friends I made, the love it takes, it was worth it all this time.

#rainbow direction #louis tomlinson #harry styles #rainbow megamix

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hangon-silvergirl · 1 year

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how about an au where instead of chrissy being possessed by vecna but instead it’s eddie that vecna is targeting and chrissy has to try to save him before eddie gets killed? you can make it smut or anything like that, it was just an idea that i had in mind :)

Howdy! I think this could be a super interesting S4 fix-it fic, honestly! The biggest challenge there is that Eddie needs to be vulnerable and Chrissy needs to not be. And the dear woods scene would probably not happen, but there could be a different avenue to bring them together effectively, I think.

Without further ado:

Eddie's piece-of-shit dad gets out of jail in early March of 1986 and comes sniffing around Wayne's trailer looking for handouts. Wayne can't say no to his little brother, has that 'gotta-take-care-of-em' nature, and Eddie just tries to make himself scarce because it's almost always a short-lived intrusion. Larry Munson'll get under your skin though, whether you let him or not. He's sly, a master-manipulator, cold and hot, a mean drunk, and a user who will bleed you dry just because he can. He ribs on his only son, calls him dumb (for failing HS twice), tells him to drop-out and get it over with, calls him a hippie freak (for the long hair and aesthetic), tells him it's no wonder his mama OD'd because Eddie kinda makes him wanna OD too, tells him he's a burden to his uncle, calls his music demon bullshit, and tries to convince Eddie to partner with him to jack cars '''cause it ain't like you're gonna make something of yourself, rock star." So yeah, Eddie tries to avoid his dad but he's always there, and he comes to Eddie's shows to heckle and his toxicity is just constant, constant, constant, until Eddie's rendered down to distraction, throbbing anger, and more or less starts to hate himself. The headache and the nosebleeds and the visions start soon after, and he becomes Vecna's planned victim #1.

Chrissy, on the other hand, started seeing Ms. Kelley earlier in the school year after her cheer coach found her purging and her mother didn't seem concerned about that one iota. With earlier intervention from the guidance counselor, and with support from her coach, Chrissy slowly but surely starts to set boundaries with her parents, develops healthier coping measures for her anxiety, and learns to stand up for herself. She is still with Jason at the start of the story, but that changes after his self-indulgent, grandiose bullshit at the pep rally. 1) Heather Holloway was her friend and him using her (and the rest of the victims of the mall fire) that way is gross, and 2) she has repeatedly told him that she hates PDA for the sake of 'publicity'. It's the final nail in the coffin for what was already a dying relationship. She doesn't blow a kiss back, just gives him a steely glare, which certainly deflates the moment, and after the event she tears a strip off of him in the middle of the very busy school hallway, and breaks up with him right then and there.

This shakes Jason and the team well off their game. The Tigers lose, abysmally; get clobbered in record time. All the jocks go to drown their sorrows at Benny's post-game, but Chrissy has no interest, bids her friends adieu, and takes her time in the locker room. When she finally emerges, Hellfire is letting out for their final session. She sees the crowd of club members rambling off into the night and glances into the drama room as she walks past, more out of curiosity than anything else. She sees Eddie Munson stock-still and looking terrified in the middle of the room. She immediately backtracks and knocks on the door. He doesn't respond to the sound. "Eddie?" she asks, first quietly and then a little louder, and eventually he realizes she's there.

The Forest conversation largely takes place here; Chrissy asks him about D&D and the game they just played and that gets his spirits up a bit; he does the 'this isn't the first time we've hung out' intro, but it's Chrissy who has to instigate the flirting, make him feel comfortable, and she definitely goes into detail about the impression a certain little boy with a buzzcut made on baby Chrissy. He seems resigned to calling it a night when the convo trails off though, says he'll just go home and get baked or keep losing his mind, whatever happens first; he then makes some offhand comment about her getting back to Camelot. Apparently he'd missed the spectacle with Jason and she reveals in getting to tell him the story and enjoys his very delighted reactions to the whole thing retold. "Honestly," she says, thinking he shouldn't be alone. "It's been a crazy day. Would you share a joint with me? My parents are out of town. You'll have to show me how, though; I've never done it before." This prospect seems to reset his brain somewhat, and he agrees. They drive to her house in his van, and they go up to her room and he teaches her to smoke. They have a shot-gunning moment that I think would be absolutely necessary, and at some point Chrissy decides that they need music. They have a flirty little argument about their clashing tastes (her own collection is very, very pop-y), but Chrissy insists that, somewhere in this house, there is common ground for them musically. She says that she'll be right back, then goes and raids her dad's office for some LPs.

She comes back with Led Zeppelin II. Eddie's off the bed and standing with his back to her, looking out the window, so Chrissy just starts going a mile a minute about her record choice, tells some story about her and her dad, and busies herself getting it setup. She puts it on Side Two and kicks off out of order with Ramble On because it's her favorite (and has no idea that it was Eddie's mom's favorite too). After a beat she realizes that Eddie isn't responding and hasn't moved; she approaches him and he's in a trance of something, eyeballs rolled back so far that all she can see are the whites. She tries to wake him up--claps, snaps, yells, shakes him, even gives him a little slap--but nothing seems to do the trick. When he snaps up to the ceiling she screams, falls on the floor and backs away, and it's then that the song's chorus kicks, the juxtaposing injection of ramble on! Now's the time the time is now! feeling very, very wrong in the moment. He's trembling up there, eyes still white, mouth open; then suddenly one of Eddie's arms contorts and snaps, and Chrissy fully and completely flips her shit. Robert Plant sings, gotta find the queen of all my dreams, and Chrissy thinks, desperately, that that's not right, because this is her worst nightmare.

At that moment, though, Eddie's pupils reappear and he crashes to her floor and she screams again, crying now. She crawls over to him, going, "Oh my god, Eddie! Eddie are you okay? What the heck happened?" And he's a wilting mass of a boy with a painfully broken arm and he's sobbing as much as she is and he just word vomits the whole thing to her. She moves closer and cradles him and they both just cry all over each other, and only when the sobbing slows to sniffles does she reach for the phone on her bedside table and call 911.

Post-that they'd come up with some story about him dicking around to explain the broken arm, they stash his lunchbox in her ceiling and she tries to cover up the smell as best she can before the ambulance gets there. Eventually this gossip gets out from the hospital to the rest of Hawkins--the head cheerleader and Larry Munson's son, can you imagine!--including Dustin and the party. Dustin catches up with them at some point (because they're inseparable after the fact, trauma bonding and all) and Eddie's got Zeppelin II on repeat in his walkman, and after some cryptic back-and-forth the actual story comes up and we get down to business. The rest of the party are collected, the other victims come become apparently, and Eddie and Chrissy are there for the whole shebang; they fall in love over the course of the insanity, but they don't act on it.

In the end it would be Eddie, not Max, who lures Vecna, and Chrissy who has to protect him against jilted Jason (who has convinced himself that Chrissy and Eddie were fucking around behind his back). Eddie starts to see his own worth through hiding in his good memories, holds on to Chrissy's perception of him, and helps Eleven finish the job. The party succeeds and kills Venca, NOBODY DIES and there's no hell canyon, but of course it's all a last minute thing for drama.

Eddie and Chrissy share their first kiss in the aftermath of Vecna's defeat, on the floor of the attic of the Creel house.

Thanks for the ask, anon!

Send Me an AU and I'll Give You 5+ (Rambling) Headcanons You'll find my growing collection of headcanons in this tag.

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themultifandomgal · 2 years

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His Queen Pt20

We arrive at a building where a lot of people are running out of. Larry starts shouting Lancelot's name, but he runs off. We follow him until we end up on a roof top

"Hey. Give me the tablet!"

"Stay back. Stay back. Stand back" Lancelot is holding a flame towards us "Whoa" I then notice his nose

"What?" Lancelot looks at me

"Your errr your nose" I point to mine "What about my nose?"

"Your nose is dripping" Larry says for me "What?"

"It's melting. From the fire" Lancelot puts out the fire then takes out his sword

"Okay. How bad is it?"

"It is not great"

"But I'm Lancelot!" he yells irritated

"There never was a Lancelot. Lancelot is a legend. You're not real" Larry tries to explain

"I don't understand"

"I know it's a lot to take in, but please, just give us the tablet" I step forward

"Oh, and then what? back to the museum? stand there as little children ogle and point?"

"And learn. And get inspired to do great things. There are far less noble fates, my friend" Teddy now joins in

"Not for me, there aren't. If there is no Camelot... there is no Guinevere and no Lancelot... then I'm nothing. I'm just a sad lump of misshapen wax. Stop looking at my nose!"

"I wasn't looking at it"

"You were, I saw you. You were like this. "Hmm, hmm." Staring" Lancelot is really irritated at this point

"I wasn't like that"

"You were. Don't look at it!" they continue to argue

"Monkey, stop it" Dexter, who is on Ahk's shoulder, covers his eyes

"Could you give me the tablet, please? give me the tablet. If you give me the tablet, I promise I won't..."

"This isn't going anywhere" I sigh looking at my hands they are all wrinkly

"Do not look at my nose"

"Give me the tablet"

"Look away"

"Give me the tablet"

"How hard could it be not to look at my nose? "

"I'm not gonna look at your nose. I can't help it"

" Look to the heavens" we all look up to the stars

"No one shall look at, or mention, my nose from this moment forward!" Lancelot shouts "I'm sorry, I forgot what we were talking about" Attila starts to collapse, Ahk gets even older, Teddy and Sacagawea start to freeze and I begin coughing

"We've run out of time" Ahk says

"I love you Ahkmenrah"

"I love you too Amunet"

"Listen to me. You got to straighten the pieces. Straighten the pieces right now or they're all gonna die! you too!"

"A world without Camelot is not a world worth living in" Ahk and I collapse to the floor holding on to each other waiting for death to come, but instead we are hit with life.

I take a gasp of air, finally not feeling dust in my throat or mouth

"My love, are you ok?" Ahk helps me up

"Yes, you?"

"Never better" all of us hug each other with excitement. I walk over to Lancelot who looks sad

"Hey. Thank you"

"How do I look? You look like Lancelot" I smile at him as his nose is not squished, not looking as it once was but better than it dripping.

We all return back to the Egyptian exhibit

"Well done" Ahk's mother hugs us both

"Thank you... for bringing my son and daughter in law home safely. It's a strange thing... seeing your boy become a man and the girl you helped to raise become a woman"

"There were lions chasing us" Ahk tells his mother. I walk over to the crib where our child is. I lift her up carefully, still not understanding how any of this is possible

"You've served my family well. We shall build a great tomb and bury you with many riches. I, personally, will see to it that your organs are removed... and placed in separate jewel-encrusted jars"

"Thank you" Ahk's father walks over to me

"You would have made an excellent mother then and I know you will now" I smile at Merenkahre and we walk over to Shepseheret and Ahk. He takes the baby from my arms

"You need to name her" his mother says

"We always liked the name Femi" I look up at Ahk whose smiling

"Then Femi it shall be"

"Thank you for giving me back my family, Larry... Guardian of Brooklyn" Ahk says waking over to to Larry "for giving me the chance to be a father" they hug before Nicky interrupts

"Dad, if we leave right now, we can still catch a flight... get home with everyone still awake before the sun comes up"

"Yeah, okay. Let's go home" Lancelot walks in with the dinosaur from earlier

"It's alright Larry. We've reached something of an understanding"

"Really?"

"Trixey, sit"

"Wow! That's really good. Good job, Lance"

"Thanks. Trixey, behave. Good girl. Steady"

"Lance, come meet Femi" I walk over to Lancelot

"She's... so small"

"She'll grow" merenkahre says taking the tablet off Ahk and reciting an Egyptian pray to make sure it definitely happens.

3 Years Later

We have become a traveling exhibition to American all thanks to Tilly who we have really become close to. Femi is still very small as she only grows at night time. Ahk and I are so in love with her it's unreal. We have just woken up from our sleep at the Museum of Natural History in America

"Hey Dexter" Dexter jumps on my shoulder as music starts to play thanks to Ahk. Laaa lifts Tilly in the air, Trixey and Rex are playing. I walk over to Ahk smiling with Femi in my arms

"6 months of this" I say smiling

"6 months with our friends. Although I'll miss it when it's over"

"We will be back. McPhee and Tilly will make sure, but before that we are going to the Smithsonian" I turn to my husband

"I can't wait" Ahk leans down and pecks my lips. He looks back up to the crowd "now you best go and save Lancelot from Baketmut, mother and fathers dancing" I giggle watching the Egyptians dance

"Or we could join them" I take Ahk's hand and join everyone dancing.

The End

#ahkmenrah imagine #ahkmenrah x reader #ahk #a night at the museum #larry daley

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mykey-and-bobby-koopa · 3 months

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After having seen how Morton rushed towards Mykey, hugging him, Roy had left the place, somewhat in a bad mood. He didn't want to admit it, but he was a little jealous, remembering that his own brother had rejected him when he wanted to give him a hug.

It's been a while since then, so he hasn't wanted to talk to anyone, staying distant.

Roy: why? Why do I feel this way? It's not too important...

– What is not too important? –Asks someone who was nearby listening to the last thing Roy had said. That someone had surprised him, making Roy look in that direction. It was Bowser Jr., who was eating some cookies

Roy: uh... it's you, Jr.

Jr.: yeah, I finished drawing a little; it's exhausting using the brushes (laughs) is everything okay, B’bro?

Roy: yes, everything is fine (adjusts his glasses)

Jr.: well, I heard you murmur something and...

Roy: (interrupts) yes, but I was just thinking out loud

Jr: and about what?

Roy: you wouldn't understand...

Jr. stares at him with a raised eyebrow.

Jr.: I know I'm just a kid, but there are things I realize

Roy raises an eyebrow at what Jr. said.

Jr.: (looking somewhat strangely) even if you don't believe me, Roy

Roy: yeah, well, whatever...

Jr.: If you feel bad, do you want me to give you a hug?

Roy: what? Why?

Jr.: Mykey says that hugs are usually the cure for the soul.

Roy: mmm… no, thanks

Jr.: you sure? If you want I can… (Puts his hand towards Roy)

Roy: (he interrupts with a scream) I ALREADY TOLD YOU NO!!

Roy makes a movement with his arm to push Jr. away, but this makes him throw away the cookies that Jr. brought with him.

Upon noticing this, Jr. bent down to pick them up and throws away the cookies that made contact with the ground. While doing so, Jr. had his back turned to Roy, who sees that and feels regretful, turning his gaze to the side and looking at Jr. again instantly.

Roy: I... I'm sorry, Jr., do you want me to buy you some more cookies? You tell me and we’ll…

Jr.: (sighs) it doesn't matter, after all I didn't even want to... I'm sorry for bothering you

Roy: b-but…

Jr.: Just forget it. I already have Larry for discussions

Without saying anything else, Jr. goes away and leaves Roy alone. The young Koopa with glasses puts his palm on his forehead and sighs.

Roy: why the hell do I have to act like this?

While he laments, he remembers how Morton hugs Mykey, which makes Roy grit his teeth and from the adrenaline of the moment he hits a nearby wall with his right fist, damaging his knuckles a little without bleeding, since the impact wasn’t going so hard, he just needed to vent.

Roy can't help but look at his damaged hand and shake it out of discomfort, then hold it with his other hand and cover himself.

………………………………………

After lunchtime, Morton and Mykey meet up to continue teaching the young eater. This time Bobby joins in, which surprises Mykey a bit.

Mykey: What are you doing here, little brother?

Bobby: I hope you don't mind if I come with you.

Mykey looks at Morton waiting for an answer.

Morton: (smiling and whispering) of course not, you can accompany Morton and Mykey

Morton strokes the little green-haired boy's head, who giggles a little.

Mykey: I thought you were playing with Larry and Jr.

Bobby: yes, but for some reason Bowsy came in a little upset and we tried to cheer him up, but Larry got more competitive and so did he, so I told them to play something else but they didn't listen to me and they started arguing and then everyone got angry. It was his way (shrugs)

Mykey: that explains why at lunch they were quiet (whispers) and Roy too...

Bobby: what?

Mykey: no, nothing. Let's get in

Morton and Bobby nod and enter to Kamek's office. There Morton settles in and Mykey goes to get the materials. Bobby sits in front of Morton and takes out his green copybook and his pencil to write his own notes. Morton looks at him somewhat curiously while Mykey brings his study materials

Morton: (whispers) what do you write, little one?

Bobby: I'm writing my adventures and thoughts here. Mr. Kamek gave it to me and I am using it this way

Morton: (whispers) how long have you been?

Bobby: Let's see... I'm like twenty pages in.

Morton is surprised and lets his jaw drop a little, to which Mykey gently lifts it.

Morton: WOW!! THAT'S A LOT (covers his mouth)

Mykey sits to Morton's right and leaves the supplies on the table.

Mykey: You see... Bobby has always liked to write and read.

Bobby: For as long as I can remember, Mom always read me fairy tales. Someday I'm going to write my own story, that's why I'm starting

Mykey: and you will, lil’ brother

Mykey raises his thumb in support and the little boy smiles at his brother, closing his eyes tenderly. Morton sees this and feels moved but at the same time motivated, so you can see a small sparkle in his eyes. With a look of determination and clenching his fists he exclaims…

Morton: OKAY, LET'S START

That catches Mykey's attention, which makes him look with a proud smile

Mykey: I agree

Thus, each afternoon they met, Morton's desire to know more increased. Bobby usually accompanies them at that meeting, writing down his own thoughts.

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The next day, already the fourth day where Morton and Mykey meet, Bobby also heads there, but before that Jr and Larry were waiting for him nearby.

Bobby: Hey, guys

Larry: Hi, Bob. I wanted to know if you're going to do anything right now.

Bobby: Well... I was going to be with Morton and my brother. Why?

Larry: Well, I was wondering if you want to play with us a little bit. We missed you last night

Bobby subtly looks down and then looks from him to his friends.

Bobby: Well, I don't know, are you going to argue again?

Larry and Jr. felt a tone of annoyance from Bobby

Larry: uh... I...

Jr.: (interrupts) it’s my fault, Bobby. I was the one who was in a bad mood and I made things worse, I'm sorry (puts both index fingers together, looking down)

Larry: Yeah, and I didn't help either (puts his hand on the back of his neck) I'm sorry too.

Bobby: Well, we could play later. Right now I'm going to write a little. I have ideas and I don't want to forget them. I will gladly play with you again another time.

Larry: promise me?

Bobby: I promise, but don't be so competitive again; the idea is to have fun.

– I promise, Bobby –both brothers said in unison. Hearing that, Bobby smiles and then enters Kamek's office. There, the little brothers are left wondering what they will do.

Jr.: and now what do we do?

Larry: Do you want to play something?

Jr.: nah, this time I would like to do something different

Larry: any idea?

Jr.: Do you want to see my drawings while we listen to your music?

Larry: That... seems like a great idea. Come on!

Thus, the little ones head to their rooms to spend the afternoon. While they walk they continue talking

Larry: and how are you doing with your homework?

Jr.: good. I have learned a lot of things

Larry: That's good, Jr., I hope this year goes well for you with that.

Jr.: thanks, also to you with Spanish

Larry: Yeah, I have to get better at that, but I'll be fine.

They both walk away laughing and talking. In the distance you could see Roy, who listened to the conversation that Bobby, Jr. and Larry had, remaining somewhat thoughtful.

The young Koopa remembers the last thing Jr. told him: “just forget it. I already have Larry for discussions”. Those words echoed in Roy's mind.

Roy: (thinking) wow, those two really get along even though they fight. Maybe I'm losing sensitivity, maybe I... (Sighs)

Roy leans with his back to the wall and crosses his arms, also resting his foot on the wall, sighing lightly. Before this, King Bowser passes by with Ludwig. They both notice Roy.

Bowser: What are you doing here, son?

Roy is surprised because he didn't see them coming, but he hides it by moving his head in their direction and raising his eyebrows.

Roy: Oh, hello, dad. Nothing, just here, leaning against the wall. What do you say?

Bowser: I was going out to the neighboring village to see about something. It won't take long. Behave well and don't cause a disaster, I'll know. I love you so much

After saying that, the king retreats towards the main door, leaving Ludwig with Roy.

Roy: I thought you were going with them, gnocchi-head.

Ludwig: nah, I was going to my room to practice the piano.

Roy: Ah, yeah (shrugs) well for you, I guess.

Ludwig: Seriously, what were you doing here?

Roy: nothing, I was just here, doing nothing

Ludwig narrows his eyes suspiciously and looks at Roy.

Roy: what?

Ludwig: You're not fooling me, Roy.

The young man with glasses places his two feet on the ground and stands face to face with his brother, somewhat annoyed.

Roy: don't bother me, stupid (points Ludwig with the index finger towards his chest) besides, you don't know me

Ludwig: maybe, but I know that, generally, when you lean against the wall like that like a bad guy, it's because you did something (he crosses his arms)

Roy: ugh…

Ludwig: Am I wrong?

Roy remains silent for a moment. After that he clenches his fists and releases them, giving a big sigh, lowering his gaze.

Roy: damn it... (Sighs again) you win...

Ludwig raises an eyebrow. Roy tells him about the incident with Jr. and why he was so defensive.

Ludwig: Was all this because you felt jealous?

Roy doesn't answer, scratching his cheek, looking away, slightly embarrassed.

Ludwig: (shakes his head) oh, wow... you know? You shouldn't give so much importance to that, after all you are not very affectionate, right? I don't see the point in this being a problem.

Roy remained silent again, looking at his brother, and then exclaimed a few words.

Roy: Yeah, you're right, heh heh! I am more of strength than of speech

Ludwig: I can see it, anyway… I'll go rehearse. Good luck, Mr. “hugger”

Roy: hey, don't go too far, don't call me that, and don't tell anyone this either, you hear me?

Ludwig: calm down. I'm really not interested in going around saying things that are none of my business.

Roy: You better, because otherwise... (Cracks his knuckles)

Ludwig: yeah, yeah, I know, the same as always, blah, blah… you might as well have another way of “convincing”, don't you think?

At those words, Roy subtly gritted his teeth while clenching his fist. It seemed like he was going to explode at any moment, but he just turned around and walked away, stomping his feet and slamming the hallway door.

Ludwig viewed him with some disdain, so, shrugging his shoulders, he turns around and leaves. However, before leaving he looks at the door to Kamek's office. His gaze reflects a feeling of contempt, so he cockily shakes his chin to the side and walks away.

…………………………………………………

A few days later, it being a week since Mykey began teaching Morton, the dark-skinned Koopa was already more advanced in writing and as he could, he read short stories to exercise.

At one of those readings, he was accompanied by Mykey, Bobby, Larry and Jr., who listened attentively and patiently.

Morton: (whispers) (…) and they lived… uh… happily… e… ever after. The end

The four Koopas applauded when Morton finished reading.

Mykey: You're doing very well, Morton.

Bobby: Yes, it was very entertaining.

Larry and Jr smile and nod frantically; Morton blushes and laughs a little.

Morton: (whispers) Th-thank you guys heh heh...

The dark-skinned Koopa hadn't noticed but he was learning faster and faster and he liked that. Mykey gets up from his seat

Mykey: well, the reading exercise is over

Jr.: So class is over?

Larry: yes, recess!!

Bobby: Well, we're volunteers, remember?

Larry: I know, but I like to say it. It's my favorite period of school

Bobby: I think so.

Bobby boops his nose at Larry, who blushes and smiles silently; Jr. laughs almost silently.

Jr.: well, let's play cards, okay?

Larry: nah, I don't know, I'm not sure.

Bobby: I do want to play cards; it's a lot of fun.

Larry stares at Bobby for a moment and then continues talking.

Larry: On second thought, playing cards isn't so bad, heh. Come on?

Jr. looks at Larry with a raised eyebrow and then rounds his eyes in the opposite direction.

Jr.: Let's see if you decide... (Whispers) fool...

Larry laughs nervously as he scratches the back of his neck; everyone there laughs too

Bobby: well, let's go

After that, Bobby takes both of their hands and the three little ones leave almost running. Morton and Mykey chuckle and shrug.

A few moments later, Morton leaves his book on the table and Mykey makes a small intervention.

Mykey: Well, Morton, it's time to practice “that.”

Morton: (whispers) is it time? Great!!

Morton nods and decides to sit down. Mykey sits next to him and looks him in the face.

For his part, Bobby was going with the boys to Larry's room, but then he stops short, which catches the attention of Jr. and Larry.

Jr.: what's wrong?

Bobby: I just forgot my things. I'll be back

Larry: we are waiting for you here

Bobby: don't start without me

Thus, the little green-haired boy walks back to where his things were. On the way he meets Ludwig as he turns a corner, which had finished his piano practice and was going to drink some water.

Bobby: ah, hello Ludwig.

Ludwig: oh, hello little one. What's up?

Bobby: I was going to look for something I forgot.

Ludwig: I see.

Bobby: Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to go so I can play with Larry and Jr.

At that, Bobby continues on his way but is stopped by Ludwig.

Ludwig: w-wait... Bobby!

Bobby stops dead, reacting to the call of his name, and turns around with a look of doubt.

Bobby: Yes? What's wrong, Ludwig?

Ludwig, with a serene expression, was about to say something to him, but he closes his mouth and looks at the little Koopa, noticing his green eyes as bright as spring grass.

Ludwig: ah, no, nothing. I was going to tell you something, but I forgot, heh. Sorry

Bobby tilts his head a little and looks at him very confused.

Bobby: well, but if you remember, tell me (smiles at him)

Ludwig: s-sure... (Smiles shyly)

At that, Bobby turns around and continues on his way. Ludwig thinks while he turns around and goes to the kitchen.

Ludwig: (thinking) that kid is... adorable... but... I still don't completely trust them... however... that look on Bobby's face is so innocent that he doesn't seem to be bad... what's more... I even like him more than my brothers...

He reaches the kitchen and prepares to pour himself water, but instantly changes his mind and pours milk into his favorite cup, which is a dark blue one with a treble clef and a musical staff, with his name in gold on the other cylinder face. Slurping a little and exhaling a sigh, he continues thinking

Ludwig: (thinking) and... Now that I think about it... Mykey's eyes don't seem to show evil... what's more... I've never seen eyes of that grayish color... and it's rare... I wonder what it is... I still don't deny that he has beautiful eyes

Thinking that last thing, he takes a sip but when he realizes what he was thinking he chokes a little, causing him to cough abruptly, leaving the cup aside. Afterwards, Ludwig quickly covers his mouth and shakes from shock.

Ludwig: (thinking) what the hell am I thinking? Did I say “beautiful”? No. This must be a joke, how can I go around thinking that... and especially about someone I don't like?

As Ludwig continues to wrestle with his thoughts, a pang manifests itself again. This causes him to put his hands on his head and scream a little out of discomfort.

Ludwig: (thinking) great, this again...

Ludwig leans down and rests one knee on the floor, holding his hands off the furniture. When trying to get back up, he accidentally grabs the cup and it bounces, accidentally knocking it to the ground, causing it to break and make a loud noise that makes the blue Koopaling more upset, who cannot believe what just happened.

Little by little Ludwig sits on the ground and holds onto his knees while he still holds his head where the pain hurts, which is decreasing in intensity. The Koopa breathes softly to calm himself. Ludwig doesn't avoid looking at the broken cup and sighing in disappointment.

Just then Kamek, who had heard the noise, arrives and looks at Ludwig.

Kamek: what happened?

The young Koopa lowered his gaze and trying to hide

Ludwig: I knocked over my cup by mistake (gets up) don't worry, I'll clean up.

Kamek: o-okay... just be careful not to cut yourself

Ludwig: Do you take me for a fool? I'm not dad Bowser...

The young Koopa goes to pick up the remains of the cup when it suddenly cuts off, causing him to let out a groan. Noticing the wound on his finger, Ludwig puts it in his mouth to stop the bleeding.

Kamek, who had brought him the broom and a rag, looks at him somewhat disappointed for not having been more careful and crosses his arms.

Kamek: Did you say...?

Ludwig: I know, I know, I deserve it for being a big mouth...

The magikoopa takes a bandage out of his tunic pocket and places it on Ludwig's wound. Moments later, the Koopa in blue begins to sweep and then dry the floor, with a thoughtful look. Kamek notices him and asks him

Kamek: everything’s okay?

Ludwig: Yeah, I just can't believe I was stupid enough to break my mug.

Kamek: Oh, Ludwig, don't say that... accidents happen. Although... how did you drop it?

The Koopa in blue remained silent for a few seconds without looking at Kamek, and then answered the question.

Ludwig: I was just drinking milk when I slipped it. I thought I was holding it well, but I wasn't (he shrugs his shoulders) anyway...

Kamek: mmm… I understand

Ludwig finished collecting the remains and was going to throw them in the trash.

The young Koopa did not want to talk in detail about what really happened to him, he did not want to be invaded by questions, because he knew, or rather assumed, that Kamek would not stop investigating his affairs, which Ludwig did not like. Ludwig hates being suffocated by anyone, including his father and Kamek.

Ludwig just nodded and shrugged. The magikoopa changes the topic.

Kamek: well, the king is about to arrive. I'll start getting the table ready. Can you tell your siblings that dinner will be there in a moment?

Ludwig: (with a subtle discouragement) of course, I'll tell them

Ludwig leaves the kitchen and heads towards the central hallway, with a more thoughtful look and holding where he had had the sting, gently.

Ludwig: (thinking) no one has to know about this. I will be the mockery of everyone here...

The Koopa arrives at Kamek's office and knocks on the door. He waits a few moments and someone opens the door and both Morton and Mykey come out.

Mykey: oh! Hi, Ludwig

Ludwig: Hello. I came to tell them that dinner will be soon

Morton: YAY!! TIME TO DINNER!!

Ludwig covered his ears, looking somewhat annoyed. Morton notices this and covers his mouth and the Koopa in blue decides to ignore him.

Ludwig: well, Kamek says that we have to tell the others, can I please ask you to tell the little ones, Mykey? They're playing in Larry's room, I think

Mykey: sure, with pleasure (looks at Ludwig's injured finger) what happened to you? (Points there)

Ludwig: (hides his hands) nothing… d-don't worry

Mykey: oh, well, if you say so... (Shrugs) anyway, just now we were going to rest from so much reading

Ludwig: oh yeah? And how are you doing?

Mykey: We're doing well. Morton gives it his all, doesn't he, Morton?

Ludwig: (raising an eyebrow) oh yeah?

Morton nods, his mouth still covered by his hands.

Ludwig: Maybe don't get too excited, Mykey. Morton is special, it has taken him years to pronounce words well, imagine reading. By the time he is an adult he will still be receiving kindergarten lessons.

Mykey: yes, what a good joke, heh!

Ludwig: (rolls his eyes) it wasn't a joke.

That comment was greatly embarrassing Morton, who removed his hands from his mouth and frowned without saying anything.

Mykey: it may take him longer, but no one is born knowing

Ludwig: oh yeah? Seven years? Seven years does it take you to learn? I'm surprised it didn't take him seven years to potty train.

Morton was feeling more embarrassed and every second he spent listening he became more irritated, not wanting to be there, so he covered his eyes.

Ludwig: (sarcastically) don’t you have anything to say, Morton?

Mykey: Ludwig...

Ludwig ignores Mykey and continues with his sarcastic tone.

Ludwig: Oh, wait... you can't say things, you shout them, like every good caveman who only eats and hits, nothing more. You can't even fit any more in your mind despite having a head as big as a watermelon.

Morton manages to get a look of complete fury on his face, so, clenching his fists, he utters some strong words.

Morton: (screams) MORTON HATES YOU!!!

With that scream, both Mykey and Ludwig cover their ears and close their eyes. Later Morton returns to the room and whips it very hard, sending a gust of wind into the hair of both Koopas. With the impact and inadvertently, Morton manages to knock over some flower pots that were hanging as ornaments in the hallway.

Mykey: Morton...

Ludwig: he'll get over it, it's always like that

Mykey looks at Ludwig seriously. The Koopa in blue can't help but feel a little uncomfortable

Ludwig: (looking away) d-did I say a lie?

Mykey: (sighs) I guess that doesn't matter anymore... (Looks at Morton's door and then turns to Larry's room) I'd better go get my brother

As Mykey goes there, Ludwig looks at him with some regret, but when he sees his eyes, he notices that his grayish irises acquire a rapidly shifting bluish glow for a moment. Ludwig is surprised when he sees this but believes it is his imagination, so he does not take it into account and heads in the opposite direction to see his other siblings.

Ludwig: (thinking) I must be imagining things...

Later, at dinner everyone was gathered including King Bowser, except for Morton. This doesn't go unnoticed, so Lemmy asks the question

Lemmy: Where's Mort?

Mykey: he's in his room

Roy: how strange... he's one of the first to come when there's food involved ha, ha...

Wendy, Lemmy and Iggy look at him somewhat seriously, which makes Roy stop laughing.

Roy: don't worry, it was a joke.

Jr. decides to make an intervention without looking at Roy.

Jr.: it's too bad that your jokes are the same as your way of speaking: completely null...

At this comment given by the little redhead, the others were doubtful and surprised, especially Roy.

Roy: Are you still upset about midday?

Lemmy: what happened at noon?

- Nothing!! I don't want to talk about that... -both Jr. and Roy say in unison, which look at each other in surprise and then look away. This catches the King's attention.

Bowser: wow, calm down, my children. If you argued, it is best to resolve it

Roy: I...

Jr.: (interrupts) I have nothing to discuss, dad...

Roy: well... what he said...

Roy's eyes were not noticeable, but his eyebrows were, which detonated some discomfort, while Jr. rested his face on his hand, which was held by his arm on the table.

Bobby, for his part, served some juice to Jr., who silently thanks him and drinks a little. Bobby smiles at him and Jr. later does too.

Bowser, returning to the topic of Morton, can't help but comment something about it.

Bowser: I'll go look for him. If he doesn't want to eat it's because something serious is happening to him.

Mykey: Mr. Bowser, I don't recommend it for now.

Bowser: what do you mean?

Mykey: well... when I went to his room to tell him...

Mykey was remembering when, after telling the little ones, he went to Morton...

FLASHBACK

There, Mykey wasn't sure, but he decided to knock on the door. He didn't know if the dark-skinned Koopa would be in the mood to receive him.

Mykey: Morton? Dude, are you there?

A few moments later the internal lock opens and he surprisingly takes Mykey by the hand and pulls him inside. While inside, Morton locks the door again. Mykey couldn't see almost anything, because the room was dark.

Before Mykey could say a few words, opening his mouth in the process, he is interrupted by a sob from Morton. Mykey hears him and goes to turn on the light, managing to see Morton, who was crying, so he subtly approaches him.

Mykey: oh, Morton...

Morton: MORTON... (Whispers) is fed up... he doesn't want any more...

Mykey gives a long sigh, then takes Morton by the hand and leads him to sit on the bed, which the Koopaling does. Mykey sits on the floor in front of him and gets into the lotus position.

Mykey: Morton… I'm really sorry that Ludwig said those things.

Morton: (whispers) but... it's true... everything Ludwig said... (Sobs) Morton is a disaster and always will be... everyone thinks it... even dad must think it

Mykey: I don't think so, Morton... you have moved forward, at your own pace, but you have done it.

Morton: but... it's not enough... it's never enough for Ludwig... Morton... wants to quit... it-it's not worth your time to teach Morton, he's always going to fail (sobs)

Mykey looks at him and feels a small sense of pity for the young Koopa, and no wonder: his brother humiliated him.

A few moments later, Mykey gets up and goes to get a copybook that was on a small table near the window and returns to Morton. The indigo Koopa opens the copybook and shows Morton the contents.

Mykey: Tell me something: can you read what he says here, please?

Morton wipes his tears a little with his palms and then focuses her gaze from him to the notebook.

Morton: “ME…SL…UP…” ah…w-what?

Mykey: Do you remember that you wrote that while you were trying to put your name in for the first time?

Morton: ah… Morton thinks so…

Mykey: well... (Turns the page) and now what does he say?

Morton: “MO… R… TO… N…” there it says Morton…

Morton groans in surprise and Mykey continues…

Mykey: Do you think that if you were a failure, Morton, you wouldn't have started to improve?

Morton looks down and is thoughtful.

Mykey: listen to me carefully, Morton... (Takes both his hands and looks him in the face) “Brick by brick builds a castle”, remember it well. It is true that you take time to learn, but it is better this way than doing it in a hurry and doing it all wrong. I see it in your eyes, I know that what others say about you affects you, but I also see a look of determination, like when he saw my little brother writing his notes.

Morton: well... y-yes, you're right... but... Ludwig...

Mykey: (interrupts) Morton... others shouldn't decide for you. It is you who decides. It is you who wants to improve. If others don't see that, they are the ones who miss out.

Morton looks down and sighs.

Morton: that... is true...

Mykey gets up and strokes Morton’s head, which makes Morton surprised and sees that Mykey is smiling at him. The older Koopa looks in the copybook for something specific. Upon finding it he shows it to Morton

Mykey: and what does it say here?

Morton: “I… A-AM… M-MOR… TON…” “I am Morton.”

Mykey: Exactly, you're Morton. This was something you wrote, remember? I recommend that you always read it and don't forget who you are. Being yourself is something that no one can take away from you.

Morton: y-you're right... Mykey (starts to smile)

Mykey: heh heh... and tell me something: are you happy being Morton?

The smaller Koopa made a confused face and answered timidly

Morton: (whispers) y-yes...

Mykey: I can't hear you (saying it with a slight mocking tone)

Morton: (whispers a little louder) y-yes!

Mykey shakes his head, smiling.

Mykey: nothing yet

Morton didn't want to talk as usual because that meant that his loud noise would bother Mykey, but upon noticing that the older Koopa was looking at him for an answer, he decides to talk...

However…

END OF FLASHBACK

Mykey smiles as he comes out of his trance, then looks at King Bowser. The Indigo Koopa omits to tell all this to the others, to which he limits himself to saying...

Mykey: well… he told me that he needed a few minutes to rest, that he would come

Bowser: so...?

The king is interrupted by the sound of the side door, from which Morton comes with all possible serenity

Mykey: yep, here he comes

Morton: Morton is sorry it took so long, he was a little busy.

Ludwig: doing what?

Morton glances at his older brother but ignores him and goes to his place.

Morton: Mykey… THANK YOU VERY MUCH!! (Smile)

Mykey: why?

Morton: (whispers) well... you asked Morton if he's happy being Morton, right? Well… Morton has to say something to that…

Lemmy: and what would it be?

Morton: YES!! MORTON IS HAPPY BEING MORTON!! I AM MORTON!!

Mykey: (nods) that's good, Morton

Everyone there gapes in surprise, except for Mykey. They did not believe that Morton would speak in the first person, even once

Morton: now... MORTON IS HUNGRY...

Bowser: Yep, Morton is the same as always (laughs loudly)

The other Koopalings laugh at that too. Morton is blushing but happy that his brothers are laughing with him and not at him.

Mykey: (thinking) was “that” what you needed…

FLASHBACK

Mykey: Well, Morton, it's time to practice “that.”

Morton: (whispers) is it time? Great!!

Morton nods and decides to sit down. Mykey sits next to him and looks him in the face.

Mykey: repeat after me: “I am…”

Morton: “I-I… am…”

Mykey: “Morton…”

Morton: “M-Morton…?”

Mykey: (nods) now say it all together

Morton: “I… am… Morton…”

Mykey: very good!! Now write it please

Morton settles down and takes the pencil from him, slowly writing that sentence. After finishing it, Morton shows it to Mykey, who gives it a thumb up.

END OF FLASHBACK

For his part, Ludwig looked at the situation with some surprise and observed how Mykey had his sights set on Morton. Mykey felt that Ludwig was looking at him, so he moves his eyes in Ludwig's direction, which looks away as soon as that happens, blushing a little in the process. Mykey smiles and then decides to continue eating. Morton does the same and the good atmosphere continues.

However, Ludwig was somewhat lost in his thoughts. Seeing Morton so happy made him feel sorry for what he had said to him, and having Mykey help him cheer him up was something that made him feel even more guilty.

For some reason, Mykey looked at him out of the corner of his eye and noticed that expression. He didn't want to stifle him because he could cause even more trouble, but he doesn't usually leave things like that. Whatever he has in mind, he will take it easy… or maybe not?

- END OF CHAPTER -

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Hey what are your thoughts to the 2 years reference in Louis and Harry's songs? Too young - "it's been two years since I have seen your face" and Hunger - " as one year turns into two I am still not over you" surely this can't be a coincidence. But the question that arises do you think they were on a time out or a break for 2 years?

Hi anon had a feeling someone would come mentioning those lines. It's all anyone has to grasp at for proof of a break up. I'm pretty sure I've explaining this before to many others but I'll explain again bc the app sucks making it hard to find any old posts.

The way harry has what we refer to as "stunt songs" or just songs where he added something to the song to allude to one of his fake gfs like the fake VM from camille in cherry well louis does the same except for him he just does a few "stunt lines" here and there so people don't realize who the songs are actually for.

In WMI there's the uni line "Meet you at your uni [...] share a single bed and tell each other what we dream about." This alludes to the song being about eleanor and their time spent together when she was at Manchester Uni [allegedly.] I do think originally the message was about L&H nights spent sharing a bed at the xfactor house and they just changed it to uni so people go 🌟 eleanor 🌟. We know thxs to the 2017 leak song snippet that louis did change lyrics so this is most likely one of them.

The line you mentioned "two years since I've see your face" from to young is a similar deal of a lyric change to allude to eleanor. My main theory is the song lyric was originally "two weeks since I've seen your face" which would line up with harry's "two weeks and I'll be home" from CM alluding to the two week theory that basically is they never went more than two weeks without seeing eachother. It would seem for at least 7 years they managed that but as harry started doing acting and louis started doing solo touring it's been harder to do so.

They probably changed two weeks to two years bc E&L had broken up for a year and some change. Yes two years is technically more but when have they ever been accurate/consistent when it came to eleanor relationship timeline? They have never even been able to keep it to one straight story on how they met or their anniversary it's pathetic.

It also logically doesn't make sense [taking the offical line at face value] that they didn't see each other for two whole years. From 2010 to 2015 they were in 1D together seeing eachother literally everyday for 7+ months. In 2016 there are pictures of L&H both at the xfactor when louis was there performing with steve plus the harry pick of him headed into the hospital and without going into sad details we can figure out why he was there.

I do personally get so upset when people bring up 2016 as "break up proof" knowing what was happening then and why L&H would have looked upset/sad then. Anyways in 2017 we had Jamaica larry with louis being pictured in Jamaica while harry is there working on HS1 [and right before the louis pics we had receipts of louis being seen on the beach with mitch it was humm but once pics came out placing louis in Jamaica it became 😳]

Plus once HS1 tour started later that year louis many times was spotted out in random cities he had no reason being at and the only thing going within the next coming days was a HS1 concert. And naturally those louis spottings were the HS1 concerts where harry was lovingly singing up to a mysterious person in the VIP box. I could go on like the sharing of vintage clothes during quarantine and HS3 being very I STILL FUCKIN LOVE YOU BABE with a very I've been commited since I was 16 vibe BUT you get the point.

Moving on to just the concept/notion of them even being able to stay away from eachother that long makes no sense. In late night talking one of the lines goes "it's only been a couple days and I miss you" and when I heard it it reminded me of those late 1D receipts of harry when going out to clubs with nick and other friends [nights when louis didn't join them] he would just get drunk and be needy complaining about missing his baby.

And of course when it came to prime 1D larry louis after seeing harry everyday for 7+ months straight and FINALLY getting to go home and see his family asked if they could invite harry's family over for the holidays bc he would miss harry. I think both have made it plenty clear they can BARELY handle a week or two apart and some think they would not see eachother for TWO YEARS. The times they did have an argument of some kind I assume one would jet off to another city stay for a couple days and than come crawling back home bc they missed their baby. Harry does seem like the dramatic type who would write a song about something like "oh I jetted off to LA for the week and couldn't handle my baby not around me."

Now as for the Hunger song lyric "as one year turns into two I'm still not over you." Side not fuckin love this song it's beautiful and I'm mad it wasn't on an album. ANYWAYS this song is kind of tricky bc it's just a leaked 1D demo harry sang so we don't technically know when it was written or by who. I DO think it was a four demo and most likely harry DID write it based on how harry's voice sounds, the emotion harry carries when singing it and the genre of the song.

I will continue my thoughts based on the notion he wrote it and it's about larry. So to me as always they were put in a shitty situation as a closeted gay couple in a MI that thinks that wouldn't sell or make them a popular artist. With Louis song WMI he talks about their younger selves and how if only their younger selves could see their older selves and how they made it and YES they are STILL madly in love louis is STILL the love of harry's life regarless of what outside people have to say about them being in love. Well I see hunger in the same light. Young harry was so insecure when it came to many things most likely one was about how he was in love with louis and "certain people" didn't agree with it.

The one year... than two... is older harry reminising on the past. Like shit we were just two young teenagers falling in love and in the blink of an eye one year passed and than two where has the time gone? And even though many years have passed since those days in the xfactor house "he [harry] is still not over you [louis]" he is still the love of his life as he always has been nothing anyone tells him will ever change that.

My biggest deal when it comes to "they broke up" is it's usually people who don't understand a thing about long term relationships and ended up making larry into something toxic where they were constantly breaking up and dating other people. Larry has made it clear that's not who they are. Did larry have issues ABSOLUTELY especially given the situation they have been put into but larry has made it very fuckin clear they didn't just pack up and leave behind the best person they ever knew.

And they certainly didn't allow those assholes who told them they wouldn't last and shouldn't even be a thing to end up being right. Louis WMI DC MV, almost all harry FL MVs show how hard they fought to make it work and escape the glum of being around those assholes and into the sunlight their SO provided.

I just don't see how would just walks away from the person they always called home and got many matching/romantic tattoos together. The tattoos will ALWAYS be the biggest deal to me bc most don't even get one matching/romantic tattoo with their SO so for larry to get as many as they did. You just don't get that many tattoos with someone unless you know without a shadow of doubt this is the one I will be with till my last breath. Point blank I don't think they officially broke up [certainly not two years] and nothing will ever change my mind on that.

#larry #they didnt break up #louis songs #harrys songs #1D songs #larry songs #hunger demo #we made it #to young #late night talking

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We interrupt this blog's regularly scheduled bullshittery to bring you a rant/review. It goes without saying, this will be a long post.

I'm not usually the type to brush off older media, even when said shows, games and whatnot haven't received any attention by the copyright holders in decades, or even when said attention finally comes and it's horrible to say the least or just not my taste. A huge exception to this rule was GI Joe and the reason is very simple: pretty much everyone agrees that it's not very good.

The cartoons are not so subtle toys commercials and there are a lot of characters on both sides sometimes showing up for maybe a handful of episodes at best. Something has to be very good for me to commit to learning that many names. And Quick Kick making me forget how laughing feels like had the potential to scare me off.

But it turns out that for this many goodie goodie guys, there's an array of villains that are actually fun, most of the time. So here I am, many hours later, ready to rank all (animated) GI Joe iterations. For this I will consider the Joes and Cobra as groups, as well as the show as a whole. This is of course subjective.

Sigma 6: This is the first show I watched because it was shorter than the Sunbow show. It feels like an early 2000s commercial and this weird anime twist they gave it doesn't work well mosts of the time. Some of the designs are really cool, the pacing is ok but they are a little confused as to what they're going for. Sigma is big, loud and cool. Every guy, gun and battleship is huge. The stakes are high and there are big explosions, but they go from making it a big deal when they blow up one Cobra ship in one episode to it being a background thing achieved with any guns later on. The show could have worked better as a Transformers show. They already have a mandatory useless kid and CC is a bad Megatron anyway. Tunnel Rat is a terrible Larry Butz wannabe and I wish he didn't exist in this show. Whenever there's ninjas on the screen, you can't look away, but Zartan and the Dreadnoks are the only part I'd salvage from this show. The rest is truly eh.

Sunbow show & Serpentor: You can never beat the classics, they say. You definitely can't beat the convoluted process you have to go through to watch this show. There are two mini series of 5 episodes each which are very good. They establish the characters well on both sides and can easily be rewatched back to back whenever. The syndicated show has its ups and downs but overall is enjoyable if you have a way to keep busy during the fighting scenes with all the cool military equipment available at your local toy store. The nice thing about these old shows is that you can watch at your own pace. It's a monster of the week, or Cobra scheme of the week kind of deal, there is no pressure in how much time you dedicate to it. Some of the plots are wacky but I personally find them charming and the banter between Cobra members is usually the best part.

Season 2 on the other hand hits different, especially to a Ghostbusters fan. It isn't Q5 levels, but it screams corporate interference and these screams of course come from Serpentor. Season 2 starts from the assumption that it’s a good idea to justify plot twists by saying "it happened off screen lol". You can do this if what you're introducing is really good and Serpentor is not. He's loud, incredibly dumb and doesn't even do what he's supposed to other than be a placeholder to sell a rejected He-Man vehicle. A fool dressed in a snake suit is also terribly out of place in a show about military vs terrorists. One could argue that Mindbender also has no business parading his tits around, but that's the one good thing he does.

Overall, the show remains good (compared to some of what came after) and it has the best version of Cobra. They get up to some wacky stuff but they're funny and iconic.

Renegades: This show isn't ranked this high because of its plot. If you're going to do A-Team, at least make it lighthearted. It tends to be a bit repetitive in its tragedy. All the Joes are introduced as sad and hurt by Cobra, a faceless corporation looking to acquire direct political power through an army of robots and mutants that would fit nicely in a cyberpunk novel. I'm not a fan of "We remade this show with 30% more sad", but this time I actually can't take it seriously because Cobra shares PR departments with Amazon. This show is also the only one to remember that the Crimson Twins exist, so it gets extra points.

That being said, and putting aside that Flint has been turned into a bloody moron here, it probably has the most compelling version of the Joes. It doesn't have Quick Kick, it accomplishes the amazing task of making Tunnel Rat somewhat likable and Scarlett isn't just "girl with gun". What they did to Shipwreck is unforgivable, but the rest is great and I wish it didn't get cancelled before they could develop what they were setting up.

DiC: No. Just no. It's cheap. The designs are horrible. Destro has literally rusted offscreen. CC's outfit makes him look like a discount Starscream. The new characters are awful. There is no point in watching this. It's boring and it makes Filmation's animation look like they had a budget.

Spy Troops: Early 2000s CGI isn't great, but it doesn’t stop people from enjoying shows of the likes of Beast Wars or even this movie. No, the graphics aren't the problem with this movie, there is just very little to it. The Joes are boring, Shipwreck's hat got nerfed and the only notable Cobra effort comes from CC being a bitch boss to everyone. And if that wasn't enough, the movie also doesn't understand that if you're spending resources in animating a ninja fight, at least you should point the camera in a way that lets the audience see what the hell is going on. For this reason, Spy Troops ranks even lower than Sigma 6. There’s nothing to see here.

Valor vs Venom: This movie is good. It isn't perfect, but it works. Mindbender has been nerfed and forced to wear a lab coat, achieving full sim form while CC is constantly yelling at him. But the pacing is ok and the camera isn't drunk and in some spots it almost feels like a Sunbow episode. Destro's design is also very funny which is a plus in my book. I enjoyed it. That’s it.

Resolute: This movie represents everything I despise the most about some reboots. They take a franchise, put many resources in the animation, then make it dark and gritty expecting it to be enjoyable. There's a lot of blood and violence which of course stands out because it's animated blood. But that's for the first five minutes of watch time, then it’s just dull senseless violence. Once again, I can only appreciate CC. His outfit is very similar to Sunbow but he gets to be more than an amiable buffoon in charge of a terrorist organization. He's charismatic and scary. They did a good job but that's about it. There isn't a lot to say about Resolute. It exists.

GI Joe: The Movie (Sunbow): This one is probably raising some questions. I don't like this movie. It relies heavily on off screen action, as well as the audience forgetting what motivations even are. Cobra La is populated by a bunch of idiots who think that a giant maggot is better than an attack helicopter and who honestly believe that "We'll turn everyone into snakes!" is in fact a smart idea. The mind control bs is in fact a bullshit excuse to contextualize a movie that has no real ties with anything happened in the show outside of the Serpentor introduction and CC is written off in such a lazy way it's infuriating.

Why is it then also ranked as perfect? Well, that's because the first five minutes of this movie are actually awesome. They are what the movie should have been; the usual GI Joe but with a bigger budget to pull off actually cool fighting scenes with lots of characters doing their unique thing and a banger of a song on top of it all. Had the movie been all like this, we would be remembering it as the animated movie that succeeded where Transformers couldn't.

I won't be sitting through any of the live action stuff so the tier list ends here. Although, I must add one last entry.

Cold Slither is where GI Joe really peaked. It's a Sunbow episode with all the better characters from both sides and the objectively funniest of the Cobra schemes. Like, honestly. Faced with bankruptcy and the end of Cobra, CC gets a loan in order to put his boyfriend favorite mercenary and his dorky goons in funny outfits to weaponize punk rock and make a whole lot of money to get the organization back on its feet. It's brilliant in its own convoluted way and we know it worked because this happens towards the end of season 1 and we got a whole new season later despite the Joes crashing the concert. The mind control part didn't work out but CC won anyway by turning Zartan into an influencer.

The Cobra La fools could have never thought of such a brilliant plan.

#GI Joe #ramblings #tier list

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