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ssfoc · 5 years

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do you have a theory as to why they let Harry get papped daily with Xander? why the change from a girl to a guy

Harry’s and Louis’ papped sessions with girlfriends usually result in sales to tabloids with accompanying articles. They were both for image building (Harry as “the ladies’ man,” Louis as “not gay”) and promo for albums/ sales.

AFAIK, papped sessions with Xander never were featured in media the same way. He was never the mysterious guy who traveled privately with Harry, shared a dairy date with Harry, whom Harry brought to meet the family, etc.— though he did all of those things (and we were meant to see it— because Anne’s computer got purposefully “hacked” in March 2016, at the beginning of HSHQ). It wasn’t portrayed that way in media, because being so open about sexuality was not part of Harry’s image in 2015.

But Xander was papped, and to me, that is significant. He was papped repeatedly and in very public settings— at the airport, on a sidewalk cafe, at 1D and HSLOT concerts, even leaving Lottie’s birthday party.

1DHQ, HSHQ, and Sony do not hire paps for no reason. Paps are expensive. Intimate, real relationships do not need to be documented by paparazzi; they don’t need to be sold to the public/ fans as a narrative. We were and are meant to see this friendship in minute detail.

At the time that Harry was carrying Xander around like an unamputated appendage, babygate had just started— Louis’ albatross.

Then we got a series of articles about Larries making them uncomfortable (Print!Liam’s Attitude interview), Dan Wootton and others writing that Larry caused 1D to split and actually hate each other. All of these things point to the same public narrative: “Larry was never a thing, and even if it were, it’s dead dead dead, killed by conspiracy-minded fans whom the boys now hate.”

That was expected to launch Harry’s solo career, I suppose (from Sony, from FSM), but it’s so ham-fisted that it makes Larry more real than ever, and has to be repeated ad nauseum— the same bullshit we’re still being sold today... in 2019.

Xander was happening at the same time as the rainbow bears, but after the articles, the bears’ activity escalated: the tableaux became more detailed and elaborate, the green and blue stage lights happened, they got a Twitter account, and they got a phone. The LGBT references became less silly fun, more factual. There were more pointed references to artists—especially LGBT artists and icons— whose lives were viciously destroyed by the industry (George Michael, Judy Garland, Grace Jones)— just like in the JLY lyric video.

I think the fact that Xander is still around means that there’s a genuine friendship there. But he is also still useful to establish the “No Larry” narrative whenever it’s needed, especially with a now more sexually ambiguous Harry. Harry never publicly mentions the Tomlinson siblings, but can talk about Max Ritz, Xander’s brother, on stage (he’s the guy Harry knows who goes to Columbia University). This was because the show was in New York, but Xander and Max also came to H’s last show in LA (photos back stage with Jeff), so it’s still very much an HSHQ-associated narrative.

To me, Xander is very peripheral, an accessory, not a relevant part of any story. To me, he doesn’t seem any different from anyone else who wants to be a part of Harry’s fame.

#harry #louis #hl #harry image #louis image #hshq #15 april 2019 #xander ritz

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ickyjunk · 5 years

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“Worship Him” RoadRat Fat praise fic

---!If stuffing/and/or fat related kink shit isn’t your thing skip this one!---

Summary: Junkrat praises Roadhog

Characters: Roadhog, Junkrat

Contains: Fluff ,Body worship, Belly kink, Mentions malnourishment in their world, Very brief mild violence at the start, Not really smut at all but its pretty suggestive

Notes: Its only a litttle on the FFA side. That is the intention.

Mako stood up to examine his handiwork on their rides. Raiders are terrible shots he thinks chuckling. Not even before noon that morning three goons drove up real close to Junkrat and himself. The pair were on their way back from a camp looking for gas but had come back with little. Not nearly enough but with a precious thing like gas it never truly was. Roadhog, already pissed had been in no mood for their racket. “Hope you’re ready to swallow a big helping of bullets! I’m gonna use your fat ass as a fancy rug to wipe my boots on!” One shrieked cocking his pistol. The creativity in raider banter was rarely impressive, it was all the same. Junkrat whipped around in his seat to bark back at them.

Roadhog knew this trick well. A good distraction while he loaded his frag launcher. “Oooh fuck me dead! We’re gonna die!” He cried looking at Hog pretending to sniffle. “Pfft-Come a little closer and sweet talk me again!” The junkman scoffed pointing the loaded launcher at the raiders.“Argh-HOG!” Junkrat yelped.In an instant something cut through the air dragging his side of the ride awkwardly with it. “You idiot, you were supposed to pop the big one’s tires!” The raider left of the shooter pointed at the missed bike.”Roadhog acted just then, bringing them to a complete halt. Laughing stupidly to one another the strangers parked themselves,”The bike and everything on it, all ours.” The gunman said. “Okay.” He said and emptied his scrap gun in all three. Junkrat would do nothing but rave about the improvements he’d made to the gun all the way home.

Stepping outside Mako almost wondered if the sun had gone down early. No, he’d only been adjusting their bikes all day since. They broke so often when they got into a scrap repairing them had turned into a ritual. At some point Jamie disappeared and found work elsewhere. “Elsewhere” being his little shed he’d affectionately call an “office.” Mako readied himself to pass on that the sidecar was fine and he’d be hitting the hay now but only discovered Jamie had beaten him to it, drooling face down into his latest sketch. “Piece of work.” Mako snickered nudging him awake. “Hey. I finished, now come to bed” He said watching Jamie groggily look over at the big man with sleepy eyes. “Mmm...not yet mate, s’not done yet.” He sat up pointing at the paper spread before him. The left corner of the sketch was partially blurred out by a wet puddle. “No Rat. You do this all the time and complain to me about your back to me in the morning. No more.” He ordered jerking him by the arm to his feet.

“Oh fine...fiiiine…” Jamie yawned stumbling in behind Mako, following in suit back to the garage. For the sake of keeping their valuables they slept only a few feet away from their wheels. Hog sat down on the bed first listening to it whine beneath him. They both took off their gear but wastelanders generally omitted pajamas. You either slept naked or fully clothed. It went without saying. Mako and Jamie were the latter, they wouldn’t be caught with their pants down.

Jamie took a seat next to hog, unfastening his prosthetics. “Say Mako...don’t get mad but I’ve been wanting to ask you somethin.” He turned, adjusting to the sight of his bodyguards bare face. He didn’t see him take off the mask. Mako’s eyes were so dark. Not just because they were a deep brown. They were brooding. He narrowed them at the junker. “What?” He flatly asked, it hardly sounded like a question.

Trying to conceal his hesitance, Jamie sat up straight against the bed frame beside Mako. “Well I know everyone we meet uses the same..word...against you.” He started. “Fat.” Hog put in. “Yeah. That. You told me something once about being big you know. It helps you out here. Could you tell me it again?”

Where was this going? Hog cleared his throat. “Its real simple. Among people who are so starved they go feral here I come. One look and they know I am thriving and they are not. They are too weak to face me so they leave us alone mostly. My size says I came on top again and again. I am a glaring sign of survival and it terrifies them.” He watched Jamie’s eyes widen like he’d heard a grandiose fairy tale. “Are you going to come out with what this is really about or what?”

“W-well..really I never saw anyone s’ big as you neither.” He agrees giving him a once over. He’s huge. Takes up two thirds of the bed. Its admirable to him, his thick arms and taut stomach. Jamie takes the time to trace the roundness with his eyes. Mako allows this, saying nothing as there have been other moments where the bomber has taken a long time to find the correct words. It was rare and something that only happened to him. His eyes found Mako’s popped belly button and the bigger junker thought he saw him gulp. “...Can I touch it- I mean. Your stomach. Can I?” He finally spit it out, unable to meet eyes.

“Okay.” Hog gave permission after a long silence between them. Jamie wasted no more time and hoisted his unamputated side first over the big mans lap. He extended his fingers starting over his rib cage, following the curve down the right side of his belly. Mako watched his expression. It was the same one that came over him whenever he found something significant in a heap of scrap. He coasted over to his center, closing his hand to rub up and down a bit at the increase in girth between the start of his ribs and the level of his belly button making Hog grunt. “I like it.” He admits circling the popped belly button with his fingers.

Still uninterrupted, he dares to go a little lower and feel the underside of this magnificent gut. Hog visibly shivers forcing Jamie to stop to check his expression. He’s surprised to find he’s closed his eyes. “Go ahead.” Mako says, unphased. He nods and resumes the little exploration. He can’t quite get a grip with his flesh hand but his fingers dance there a bit, testing to see if his stomach has any jiggle to it. It does move but it's clear that never mind the fat his bodyguard is extremely muscular. It bounces more as a unit than sending ripples as someone’s body with less muscle would. “A lot of those stares you’ve sent my way are making sense now.” Mako opened his eyes, seeing through Jamie’s little secret. “Eh? That’s it then, you caught me red handed. Guilty as charged.” He laughed in the way only he could, rubbing big circles and squeezing the big guys right side.

Now he was just cocky. He swiftly bent down and kissed Mako’s navel. That won him a stronger response. Mako tensed up, a low rumbly noise coming from his throat. Unsure what it meant Jamie tried to come up to find out. Half expecting to be pushed away his breath caught when a rough hand cupped the back of his patchy head keeping him in place. “Feels good. Again..” He spoke breathily.

Jamie grinned wildly.

#ffa #body worship #belly #fat #roadrat #junkrat #roadhog #stuffing

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awitnesstocorruption · 3 years

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Know How & Know That

not the same and generally not found at optimum in the same person or institution

Truth vs Skill

So there is still a vast amount of achievement to hope for

not in my case of course, but in all humans who still exist unfettered by vows and agreements with

lower level nincompoops masquerading as authorities

and unamputated in person and potential

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crystalpeggy · 4 years

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Return to native

Rerun to native The memories of Streams and hills of childhood 森茉莉父親的帽子讓我想寫外公的果園。外公外婆種的香蕉，龍眼，荔枝,木瓜，釋迦，柚子，錫蘭橄欖，小時候庭前香蕉林密如黑髮，越過小溪到山坡上的等待外公餵的雞，洗澡的豬，和果園。歡樂的時光如夢如露如電。

When the Hounds of Spring When the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lips of leaves and ripple of rain, And the brown bright nightingale amorous Is half assuaged for Itaylus For the Thracian ships and the foreign facesThe tongueless vigil, and all the pain.

Come with bows bent and with emptying of quivers, Maiden most perfect, lady of light, With a noise of winds and many rivers, With a clamor of waters,and with might, Bind on thy sandals,O thou most fleet, Over the splendor and speed of thy feet, For the faint east quickens, the wan west Shivers, Round the feet of the day and the feet of the night. Where shall we find her, how shall we sing to her, Fold our hands round her knees, and cling? O that man’s heart were as fire and could spring to her, Fire, or the strength of the streams that Spring! For the stars and the winds are unto her As raiment,as songs of the harp player For the risen stars and the fallen cling to her, And the southwest wind and the west wind sing. For winter’s rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins, And time remember’d is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by bloom the spring begins. The full streams feed on flower of rushes, Ripe grasses trammel a traveling foot, The faint fresh flame of the young year flushes, From leaf to flower and flower to fruit, And fruit and leaf are as gold and fire, And the oat is heard above the lyre, And the oat is heard above the lure, And the hoofed heel of a satyr crushes, The chestnut-husk at the chestnut-root -Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909)

Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi Poem of the Nile from A monkey at the window Climb the ivy And Khartoum, poised on its unamputated foot singing Will the Nile ever escape into sleep. We were the most loving of lovers. Children trickling from us -What name do you give me? -I call you Presence of Earth -Come closer then -What will be the taste of grief? And we parted

Sura: The Nile flows quietly. Sleeping through the city ’s silence And the burning sorrows of villages. Now friends no longer exchange greetings each morning No longer recognize each other. Everywhere one sees them, theses one-time prophets. Poverty-stricken, sipping their tea, their tears, speechless. They hide death in their fraying clothes. And all they can say to our children is: patience. They fade into the trees commit suicide. At night, derive from alcohol. Their arguments embark on futile wars with their women give up their prayers then disappear. Walls climb the ivy And Khartoum, sitting in a cafe. Smoking in the dark you can’t tell apart. Muggers from those whose journeys they’d cut short. We were lovers, looking for our children who were breaking into bakeries, stealing fire. From the ovens’ throats -What name do you give me? -I call you earth’s Fiery Anger . -So rise up -What will be the taste of ashes?… And we parted.

Sura: Fire is the opposite of Water. And smoke is a memory that prepare us only for ash, water is the opposite of fire. And the waves are like maps, ripping across the land, And the girl? She is somewhere between this heart and knife…City-You’re a handful of wheat, tucked into the purpose of usurers and slave-traders And the black men. Are my soul would embark on a holy journey,too. For the silence suspended between us is a language floating among the horses by your gate. And my soul would embark on a holy journey too. For the silence suspended between us in a language floating among the ruins of a beautiful vanish past. O River Nile, father We’re the trees merely windows reflecting women’s sorrows, Or have your waters shattered their images, Drowned the history of women, And painted forever their meadows the color of poverty. Poverty invades the children’s playgrounds, leaving them silent, accused their heritage. Only anger and disbelief.

Sura: The Nile open his arms. Speaks to the migrant birds. Fall silent Reigns And never sleeps. Never sleeps. The Nile drinking the desert’s tavern, Gets drunk on dumps of toxic waste. Must survive in the city. Calling apart each night, rising up through its history. And never sleeps. The drum began with the sun. And it’s light filtered songs that entered into the pores of the soul. In the river ’s shallow s boats sheltered from toil and wind. Now the carnivals of the blacks take fire . And the Nile has burst through the layers of time. And see the kingdom of appear . And the face of the Nubion lover who walks among the sorrows of the waterwheel s. Searching for arriors among the horses. Where does the line of ancestral blood begin. And when does the flood loss reach its climax. O King Piankhy enthroned ruler of Kash. A kingdom unraveling in bitter silence? Shout at the horses, and let the Waters ready themselves. Let the maps explode, How the land be lost? When the future belongs to the Niles? The Nile knows of the disgrace of cities That have vanished. Knows of the old times. Yet never speaks. It is the Nile. . Generations will pass and there will always be children Lingering on its banks

Lake Isle of Innisfree I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee; And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, For peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight’s all a glimmer, And noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings. Yeats Innisfree 像小時候的桃花源 I will arise and go now, For always night and day I hear lake water lapping with Low sound by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, Or on the pavement grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Isis of Egypt Goddess of Magic inspired me life, death, rebirth and constellation. I’m to embark my spiritual journey . To the way home

BitterSweet Taste of fruits

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