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starktripleimposter · 5 months
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GOLDEN MV WAS RELEASED THREE YEARS AGO 🌷☀️🌊
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I'll never forget the excitement I personally had for this one
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And then he delivered the most aesthetically pleasing, gorgeous music video while he looked like the living sunshine on earth
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*screams into pillow*
this part, I repeat, THIS PART!!
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oh this tiny monkey 🤏🏻
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mulledcherrywine · 1 year
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we’ll be alright (model!y/n x fineline!harry)
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a night at the forum
a/n: okay so if i make an accuracy mistake please just, forgive and forget
warnings: like one curse, just extremely fluffy, cheesy ending as usual
“oh my god, y/n,” Charlotte said as you entered the Forum’s green room, still tired from a month of runway, photo shoots and endless press bombardment. Fashion month was not for everyone; perhaps including you, “his heart is going to literally cave in when he sees you”
You shot her a thankful pout, spinning in the outfit you’d been planning for ages to give the full look. You’d put on a white, 70s style dress, pairing it with knee high brown cowboy boots. You’d left your hair down as well; dancing was most fun when everything was out and free.
“Char, I had to fight to keep up with all of you, you’re all so cool,” you affirmed, plopping down onto the sofa. You began to flip through a couple of the photo albums on the coffee table when Mitch and Sarah came bustling into the room.
“Y/n! Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in ages, it seems!” Sarah squealed, pulling you up from the couch into her embrace, “What do you need? Tea, coffee, snacks?”
“Actually, I’m just waiting for Harry,” you replied.
“He’s so excited to see you, darling,”
“Like he would not shut up on the ride over here about how excited he was to see you tonight. Almost changed his outfit like 9 times, no joke,” Mitch chimes in, grabbing his guitar from a rack on the back wall. You blushed at his comments. Even though you’d been with Harry since HS1, you still found every one of his comments just as endearing as the last.
“Won’t be long now,” Sarah affirmed, shooting you a wink before heading off to grab her sticks. You went back to your spot on the couch as the band slowly funneled out and into the side stage. It was just you. You waited for what felt like years. You had begun to zone out when a few footsteps started to echo in the hallway behind the green room.
“Baby?” A familiar voice called from the doorway, Harry’s tall frame floating through it. Flipping your head around, you eyes immediately met his.
“Harry!” you shouted, jumping into his embrace, “God I missed you so badly, like everyday I wanted to just pack up everything and fly back.”
Before he could speak, you grabbed both sides of his face and pulled him into yours for a much awaited kiss, a month of emotion held in the distance between the two of you, now freed.
“Y’look so beautiful, went mental without you, baby.”
You looked back into his eyes how you did when he came into the room. You wanted to cry. You were so proud of everything he’d done, he was so proud of everything you’d done. Everything was perfect, you didn’t want to leave that moment. Ever.
“H?” Jeff called, breaking the moment, “Let’s go, man, 2 minutes!”
Harry gripped your hand in his, walking the two of you to the side stage with the rest of the band. You wrapped you arms around his neck, leaning in toward his ear.
“The album is perfect, H, like so fucking good. They’re gonna loose it,” You whispered.
“It’s all for you, love,” He replied, pulling you in tightly one last time before hopping onto the steps on the side of the stage. You blew him a small kiss and gave a wave. Like he always did, he pretended to catching it and mimed putting into his pocket, patting it a few times for “safety”. You let out a laugh at his act, heading toward the front to join Anne and everyone in the pit. You watched your long steps as you carried yourself down the Forum corridors and up to the G.A. section.
You’re expectation of solo Harry’s life, with you and without, was never this. You never expected the volume of people who stopped at nothing just to see him. Of course you couldn’t be prouder, but his success was beyond anything the two of you planned for.
Fine Line was a beginning, you thought. A call for everyone to join into this dance, this community of people who just love. That was what it was all about, and you couldn’t be happier to share it with the man who made it happen.
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jellycolors · 2 years
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𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥
𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/ 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞
𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭
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stellatekintsugi · 1 year
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Harry Styles
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"Tongue-tied like we've never known
Telling those stories we already told
'Cause we don't say what we really mean"
- Harry styles
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stylesandpottertoo · 2 years
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the chorus of as it was has the same kind of vibes as golden ngl
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kisinthehouse · 2 months
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Thinking about him shoving me up against the wall, the music from the party still loud in our ears, kissing me desperately. We both knew that this party was going to be crazy, but we never knew it was going to be crazy to this extent. His hands are groping my thighs roughly as he drunkenly kisses down my neck and my eyes roll up to the ceiling in pleasure. My nails are raking down his biceps. The fear of someone walking out of the party to see us is hanging in the air between us, but it fades to excitement the closer we get to each other. We both give each other a tipsy smile as he starts to move my skirt further up my hips, hitching my underwear to one side before he looks back up at me,
“Let’s not make any noise, yeah?”
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hiddiesontour · 7 months
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HIDDIES IN THE WILD
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daisiesonafield-blog · 4 months
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Harry Styles - Golden (iHeartRadio Jingle Ball 2020)
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lovisus · 10 months
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College Dramione AU🦁🐍
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"Always got that nose stuck in a book Granger. Ready for our date?" Hermione startles and flips around at the sound of his voice.
"Malfoy? You’re early, I told you I needed to finish this poti-" She flicks her wrist to check the watch resting there and stops short.
"Merlin, I can’t believe I lost track of time like that.." Hermione grimly turns to the unfinished looking substance in the cauldron she’d been slaving over for an hour, and then to her boyfriend with a look of exasperarion. "It’s too pink, and its been stinking up the room. I have no idea how to fix it"
"I’ve never seen a potion defeat you like this. Would you like some help oh mighty bookworm?" Draco teases and steps forward to circle his arm around her waist. She pouts and pushes him back slightly.
"Oh ha ha. I’d love to see you try. Professor Snape only glorfies your Slytherin tush. Unfortunately the rest of us belong on his very long list of people he’ll send to detention over breathing too loud."
"Only Snape? Don’t you also glorify my tush?" Malfoy juts out his lip and tightens his grip around her. She snorts and pulls her arms around his shoulders in defeat, because of course he would only hear the part where she talks about his ass.
"Give me five more mi-" she starts to say.
"Nope, you need at least another hour to rectify that aboniation. The frog tongue is whats giving off that lovely fragrance by the way." he says and accentuates this point by wrinkling his nose.
"Oh so it’s not the sassy ferret in front of me insulting my potioneering skills?" she deadpans.
"Touché bookworm"
"I try" she grins.
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denimbex1986 · 3 months
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'When Cillian Murphy took to the podium during Sunday night’s Golden Globes, his nose smudged in his wife’s lipstick, it was as if a door had opened on this Hollywood Neverland and an ambassador for the real world had stepped through.
Accepting the Best Actor in a Drama award for Oppenheimer, Murphy wasn’t so much un-starry as stonkingly everyday. Here was a normal person who had somehow beamed into peak Tinseltown and, if pleased, was also clearly a bit perplexed by it all.
The Oppenheimer win has made Murphy a frontrunner for the Oscars. In all likelihood, he will be up against a creepy Barry Keoghan in Saltburn, an overblown Bradley Cooper in Maestro, and a fervent Leonard DiCaprio in Killers of the Flower Moon. With the arguable exception of the grandstanding Cooper, all would be worthy winners. And yet, underdogs everywhere will be cheering for Murphy. He’s spent the past 20 years negotiating Hollywood on his own terms and has rejected Tinseltown’s showiness in favour of staying grounded and playing the long game.
Murphy always wanted to be an actor rather than a star. Such a choice could easily have condemned him to a lifetime of supporting roles. Or a hiatus in TV, to which he seemed exiled when he settled in for a long run as Tommy Shelby in Birmingham noir Peaky Blinders.
But his decision to turn away from flashy parts has proved inspired. He is that rarest of things: an experienced A-list actor who comes to the Oscars without baggage. Unlike DiCaprio, he hasn’t had to overcome a past life as a teen pin-up. Nor does he have to justify a lucrative stint in comic book films, as Cooper has with his time as Rocket Racoon in Guardians of the Galaxy.
Above all, Murphy goes into Oscar season as an antidote to the “look at me!” culture of the social media era. In an age when fame is regarded as the ultimate commodity – more important than awards or critical acclaim – Murphy would rather let his work speak for itself. He lives humbly in suburban Dublin with his wife and two children – and his great passion outside of acting is music, as demonstrated by his semi-regular presenting slot on BBC 6 Music.
That’s lifetimes removed from Hollywood, with its self-mythologising and turbo-charged fakeness. It is also of a piece with his career since he broke through playing a survivor of the zombie apocalypse in Danny Boyle’s 28 Days Later. Ever since, he has chosen his jobs thoughtfully. In so doing, he has assembled a body of work of which he can be proud.
He hasn’t been above popcorn. He was a memorable villain in Christopher Nolan’s Batman Begins, where he played the Scarecrow as a trippy nightmare. But even when shooting for the box office, Murphy has been studiedly un-starry. Careful to keep his ego in check, he’s often happy in an ensemble – hugging the background in A Quiet Place II and settling for an extended cameo in Nolan’s Dunkirk, where he was content to let Harry Styles and Tom Hardy hog the spotlight.
Hog it they did – yet it was Murphy who proved to be in it for the long road. Because he could go into Oppenheimer without a Hollywood aura, he disappeared into the role. If hardly obscure, he nonetheless assimilated fully into the part. Throughout that film, you were aware of its stars. Florence Pugh and Emily Blunt doing their best with under-written female characters. Robert Downey Jr trying to pretend he hadn’t spent a decade as Iron Man.
Murphy, by contrast, split the acting atom. He vanished into Oppenheimer with a performance that exuded humility and sincerity. Bookies have now installed him as a favourite for the Best Actor Oscar. If he wins, it would be a victory for knowing who you are and what you stand for and believing good work has value beyond short-term acclaim. Above all, his success shows that it is possible to stay grounded while scaling Hollywood’s giddiest heights.'
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10 days of Harry Styles
Day 2 - Fine Line (Album)
Pink and Blue Forever
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mulledcherrywine · 2 years
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Amalfi (Very small appearance of actress!y/n)
A/N: Okay so fun fact i submitted this as an assignment for an creative writing class but now i’ve reworked it back into a harry fic! I actually rlly like this piece tbh, and i hope u do too <3
also yes the italian is from google translate and is no doubt FULL of mistakes so i sincerely apologize for that one.
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They say it’s important to separate fiction from real life. Make sure you understand that the films you watch aren’t gospel, that the romanticization of life, food and travel are pure works of art and that life is far more gruelling in the real world. Well, whoever decided this had clearly never been to Italy in the lull of euphoric summer’s heat, just taking it all in and realizing that what is constructed to be beautiful in our imagination manifests itself even after we take off the rose coloured glasses. 
The early Amalfi sun refracted itself through the dusty windows. You gently rubbed the night's sleep from your eyes, already beginning to feel the city’s energy in your body. The clang of dishes sounded throughout the house,  no doubt it was Harry preparing coffee, something the two of you had admittedly acquired a rather unhealthy fixation for since arriving in Italy. When starting the trip in Milan, the words “Un altro caffè, per favore” (another coffee, please), had practically become reflex. As you made your way into the kitchen, your eyes were met with a rather dishevelled Harry, making a perfect mess of the kitchen.
“Oh, I figured it best not to wake you but ‘pose that was a pipe dream,” he said, leaning over an assortment of kitchen appliances, your fancy new french press looking out of place within all the other rather pedestrian ramekins and charity shop mugs. 
“You didn’t wake me, the sun did,” you said, placing a hand on his shoulder and looking at the coffee he had prepared. 
“The sun did,” he mimicked, “how do you turn everything into something artistic?” he asked, quoting your cheesily poetic telling of the morning. 
“Not sure, learned from you maybe?” 
He hummed in response, a small smirk stretching over his face. It meant more to him than you knew how much he inspired you, and you for him. 
 Walking over to the fridge, you pulled out a small flat of strawberries the two of you had picked out at last night's market. The amount of money you could have spent there was unfathomable. Lush greens piled on checker-clothed tables, fresh fruits and berries, handmade clothes and so many beautiful art pieces. If you hadn’t brought just your little canvas tote along, you probably would’ve left with all of it.  
Picking out a couple berries from the flat, you grabbed a bowl from the sage-painted kitchen cupboards, placing them inside. You had also bought Devon Cream to keep in the house, as it was one of Harry’s favourites, and he probably couldn’t have gone a week without it. You were apprehensive at first to try it, but it was now well ingrained into your daily eating thanks to him. Lastly, you had some sweet bread left over from a few nights ago which made for a perfect breakfast.. After preparing your plate, you walked back to where Harry was to get your coffee. Reaching for the mug, he eyed the slice of bread you had cut for yourself. 
“Oh, it’s fine, please don't strain yourself by cutting me a piece,” Harry joked, adding 2% to his mug. 
“Would you like a piece, Harry?” I said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Please?” He muttered, jokingly sticking out his bottom lip. You lovingly rolled your eyes, going back to slice him a piece and gently laid it on a dish for him. You handed it over to him, finally taking your coffee and sitting down. 
“Good?” You asked, 
“Always,” He affirmed.
He came over to join you at the table.
“So, darling,” He started, “What’s the agenda today?” 
“I think we should go for a walk, get lost.” 
“There she goes again, I think you must’ve been a poet in another life,”
“I wish,” you scoffed. As much as you liked acting, you did sometimes wish for something a little quieter. To be a writer would be an absolute dream. 
 Harry reached into his pocket, pulling out a little crumpled map he had picked out at a newsstand just yesterday. He skimmed his fingers over the page, landing on a little octopus-shaped square on the map. You thought it was adorable he used the paper map when he could just easily use his phone.
“What about Piazza Flavio Gioia? It’s right by the water, too.” 
“Perfect” you smiled, taking the map from under his hands and looking for yourself. It really was perfect, the water was right next to it, just like he said. On the cab ride in, you could hardly catch a glimpse as your eyes were shutting down from all the travel. Just coming from touring with Harry, filming your new projects and heading here, you could barely take it in.  Now, you’d get to see it with fresh eyes. 
“Well, it would be perfect if you got dressed,” Harry noted, tugging at the silk pants I still had on from being in bed. He was already fully dressed, wearing a white button up shirt and the Bode shorts you had bought him for christmas a few years ago. His white vans were in an absolute state, but you figured he liked those more than anything and it was best not to get him a new pair. 
You sighed and got up from the table, putting your finished plate in the sink and headed for the bedroom to get ready, tiredly dragging yourself there. 
“C’mon, the faster you get dressed the faster we can leave,” he sang, sounding like your mum. You jokingly ran into the bedroom in response, going to quickly dress. As much as you wanted to just stay home all day and eat, drink and look at the sun, you were excited to go out.
It was hot here, but nothing you weren’t totally used to. The weather report had said 26o. In the wardrobe, you had a dress you’d bought back home. It was baby yellow with small roses scattered about the fabric. You had put it aside for some special occasion, should it arise. This felt like just the time. 
You removed last night's PJ’s and draped them over the chair by the bay window. You pulled on the dress, awkwardly stuffing my arms through the tighter parts of its shape. You smoothed out the wrinkled areas and checked in the mirror. This was one of those rare moments where the item you pick out looks just like it did in the dressing room, better even. 
“Ready?” Harry called from the kitchen. 
“Nearly,” you called back, putting two gold hoops into your ears and putting your hair back. You grabbed the ‘Love on Tour’ tote Harry gifted to the whole “team” from the dresser and packed it with all of the essentials. For the day, you’d take your cameras; disposable and professional, a notebook and your wallet. Once completely packed, you threw one of Harry’s button up shirts over the dress and skipped out the bedroom door. Like usual, he was already fully prepared for our day and stood by the door with his own, obnoxiously massive tote bag. 
“What do you think?” you said, doing a little spin in front of him. 
“Is that my shirt?” 
“Hm, don’t know,” you acted. 
“Well, I think you look pretty,” he stated, holding the front door for you to exit, “even though it is my shirt,” he finally said as you passed him into the hallway. You turned your head around and shot him a playful grimace. 
Taking the stairs down, Harry had to take a brief phone call. He spoke in broken Italian but you could barely make out the words “rental” and something about a car being given? Once he hung up, you were just getting to the bottom stair stretch.
“When on earth did you call a car?” you questioned,  “I didn’t even hear you on the phone earlier.” 
“Oh, you must’ve been in the shower.”
“I didn’t shower this morning, I did it last night since I knew we’d be going out today,” you noted, exiting the stairwell. 
“Then I guess you just weren’t listening.” He smiled. 
“Why are you being weird?” I interrogated, glaring into his eyes which were looking nearly everywhere but at me. 
“M’not,” he said, stepping into the lobby of the building and heading for the door, “Just thought maybe instead of a cab you would want to take this instead.” Just then, he jogged a little to the glass front doors, behind which was a baby blue convertible BMW. I pressed open the doors to follow him as he did a sorry attempt at some Bond-like hood slide. 
“How did you-” 
“Magic,” he said, hopping into the driver's seat and adjusting the mirrors. 
“This is like my dream car.” 
“Oh, well I should probably be clear this is a friend’s so, not for keeps.” 
“Doesn’t matter, just to like, be near it is enough, seriously” you dazed, taking it all in, “Thank you, H. This is really cool,” You ruffed the hair around his temple and gave him a small kiss. 
He rounded the car and got into the driver’s side door, you did the same on the passenger's side. 
“Want to be my navigator then, lovie?” He asked, handing you the same map from earlier. 
“Only if I can drive back” You contested. 
“Deal.” 
He put his arm around the back of your seat, pulled out of the drive and made for the day ahead.
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jellycolors · 2 years
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𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦 / 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵
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circlepitlouis · 5 months
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Harry Styles as pizza 🍕 - a thread:
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"I'm out of my head, and I know that you're scared because hearts get broken"
- Harry Styles
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