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The other is overflowing with confidence.
The other is so nervous.
Opposites attract don’t they?
Louis to larries:
EVERYONE. FAITH IN THE FUTURE!
Body Language and Double Talk, or Louis is a Lying Liar Who Lied
A friend of mine, aware of the Larry fandom but not in it (despite my best efforts to pull her in, muaaaaahahahahahaha) was discussing with me earlier today if Louis and Harry were being hurt not just by management’s stifling of them, but by some of the more die hard fans not backing off and whether the censoring they have to do in public would be harmful to their relationship regardless of if it’s platonic or romantic. One of the things I said to her was that all they had to do was say, much like Louis did when asked if he and Zayn were an item, that no, they’re not a couple. Just give a flat out denial, and that would be that. I contended the lack of a clear denial when asked a direct question about it was one of the reasons Larry shippers continue to believe. To illustrate my point, I showed her the MuchMusic interview from May 31, last year and a language analysis with a transcript of the video. There was some logic she had trouble with, so I asked her if she could take a look and see what she saw on her own. Given that her college studies centered around cultural behavior with LGBT emphasis and how it infiltrates everything from literature to religion, I figure she was more than qualified to offer her opinion. She agreed to give it a look and do her own analysis, focusing on both verbal and body language.
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Jjust a little something to add to some of larry coincidence.
Tina + Lisa = TL
Louis Tomlinson=??? Wahahaha
I dont make sense 🙂😂
Tina, she’s gay! (2018) // Lisa, she’s gay! (2021)
Its fuckingnear now!!!!
UH WHAT THE FUCK LOUIS?!
OBVIOUSLY!!!!!
literally the funniest thing to ever happen in this fandom is someone coming up with a very definitely green drink that combined orange and blue components to make green… and calling it The Blue Direction
guess Blue’s direction… orientation if you will… is Green
That bigass forehead of yours is home to your bigass brain sir.
YOU BROKE IT ALL?
YOU BROKE
IT ALL
Are they having a conversation during their gigs?????
“Personally what got me through the darkest moments of what we have been through is imagining being back on here. I missed you so much, I love you so much (…) it is so overwhelming and I can’t tell you how much I missed you.”
— Harry in Denver - 07/09 (via stylesnews)
These two lads doing lad things that laddy lads do 💙💚😭
Remember everything will be alright. -Sign of the Times
Yeah it’s gonna be alright. -We Made It
We’ll be alright. -Fine Line
I know it’ll be alright. -Change
FIRST SINGLES OF EACH ERA PICS:
HS1: Sign Of The Times
HS2: Lights Up
HS3: As It Was
Dream Write Down #1
Today I had a dream I was at my college campus, however there was so many doors and a bunch of different looking bathrooms. Then I transported to the SNL set where I saw Harry Styles dressed like an angel, with a pair of wings, a long brown wig, and a white robe.
180507 Harry Styles (Bangkok, Live On Tour)
cr: MINE, ALL MINE |Do not crop logo|
180507 Harry Styles (Bangkok, Live On Tour)
cr: MINE, ALL MINE |Do not crop logo|
I was worried that they really weren’t together anymore and weren’t talking and then I heard this song and realized this was a
love confession
I went to Amsterdam without you
And all I could do was think about you
And, oh, I should've known
I went to Tokyo to let it go
Drink after drink but I still felt alone
I should've known
I went to so many places
Looking for you in the faces
I could feel it
Oh, I could feel it
I'm wasting my time when it was always you, always you
Chasing the high but it was always you, always you
Should've never let you go, oh-oh
Should've never let you go, my baby
Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I went from LAX to Heathrow
Walk through my door but it felt nothing like home
'Cause you're not home
Waiting to wrap your legs around me
And I know you hate to smoke without me and, oh
Now you know
I'm wasting my time when it was always you, always you
Chasing the high but it was always you, always you
Should've never let you go, oh-oh
Should've never let you go, my baby
Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Should've never let you go, oh-oh
Should've never let you go, my baby
Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I went to so many places
Looking for you in the faces
I could feel it
Oh, I could feel it
Wasting my time when it was always you, always you
I was chasing the high but it was always you, always you
Should've never let you go, oh-oh
Should've never let you go, my baby
Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Should've never let you go, oh-oh
Should've never let you go, my baby
Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
My baby
Oh, my baby
I went to Amsterdam without you
And all I could do was think about you
And, oh, I should've known
I went to Tokyo to let it go
Drink after drink but I still felt alone
I should've known
I went to so many places
Looking for you in the faces
I could feel it
Oh, I could feel it
I'm wasting my time when it was always you, always you
Chasing the high but it was always you, always you
Should've never let you go, oh-oh
Should've never let you go, my baby
Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I went from LAX to Heathrow
Walk through my door but it felt nothing like home
'Cause you're not home
Waiting to wrap your legs around me
And I know you hate to smoke without me and, oh
Now you know
I'm wasting my time when it was always you, always you
Chasing the high but it was always you, always you
Should've never let you go, oh-oh
Should've never let you go, my baby
Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Should've never let you go, oh-oh
Should've never let you go, my baby
Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
I went to so many places
Looking for you in the faces
I could feel it
Oh, I could feel it
Wasting my time when it was always you, always you
I was chasing the high but it was always you, always you
Should've never let you go, oh-oh
Should've never let you go, my baby
Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Should've never let you go, oh-oh
Should've never let you go, my baby
Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
My baby
Oh, my baby
Okay so Apple Music has Louis comments on the album and some of the songs the commentary I’m so,,, ah. Like the:
“I can remember that feeling of being 18 and meeting the person you might spend the rest of your life with”
Evolution of Lyrics in
We Made It
The tense changes throughout the piece are noticeable. Louis switches to past tense when talking about the “first time”.
“Met you at your doorstep
Remember how we tasted
Looking into your eyes
Baby, you were still high
Never coming down with your hand in mine”
This is repeated the next time it rolls around. But the third time it changes:
“Met you at your doorstep
Remember how we tasted
Looking into your eyes
Baby, and we're still high
Never coming down with your hand in mine”
This suggests that Louis and the other person making up this “we” I wonder who are still together and still making it. It brings their relationship from past tense, memories of college and band days to today.
Is it just me or does this sound like a coming out song?
NOT in the sense of Hi My Name Is Gay, but in the sense that the person who’s been by Louis’ side since he was dreaming about the success that he has now. From Uni days. Someone who was and is still apart of his life. And they are walking forward together or as Louis says:
Never coming down with your hand in mine
Baby And We’re Still High
Never coming down with your hand in mine
We Made It
Okay so uh, we made it is literally ABOUT Harry. And I’m kinda flipping my shit. (I wasn’t a directioner okay I found myself really loving Harry’s music when he went solo so now I’ve been drawn into this hot mess.)
But like the lyrics are so clearly about his time with one direction AND it is a love song. Like come on:
We Made It
By Louis Tomlinson
'Cause we made it
Underestimated
And always underrated
Now we're saying goodbye
Waving to the hard times
Yeah, it's gonna be alright
Like the first time
Met you at your doorstep
Remember how we tasted
Looking into your eyes
Baby, you were still high
Never coming down with your hand in mine
Oh my, I remember those nights
Meet you at your uni', cheap drinks
Drink 'em all night
Staying out 'til sunrise
Share a single bed and tell each other what we dream about
Things we'd never say to someone else out loud
We were only kids, just tryna work it out
Wonder what they'd think if they could see us now, yeah
'Cause we made it
Underestimated
And always underrated
Now we're saying goodbye
Waving to the hard times
Knew that we would be alright
From the first time
Met you at your doorstep
Remember how we tasted
Looking into your eyes
Baby, you were still high
Never coming down with your hand in mine
Oh, God, what I could've become
Don't know why they put all of this on us when we're so young (I’m gonna kill all y’all who hurt him)
Done a pretty good job dealing with it all
When you're here, don't need to say no more
Nothing in the world that I would change it for
Singing something poppy on the same four chords
Used to worry 'bout it but I don't no more, yeah
'Cause we made it
Underestimated
And always underrated
Now we're saying goodbye
Waving to the hard times
Smoke something, drink something
Yeah, just like the first time
Met you at your doorstep
Remember how we tasted
Looking into your eyes
Baby, and we're still high
Never coming down with your hand in mine
with your hand in mine
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
No, no, no, no
'Cause we made it
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, 'cause we made it
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Never coming down with your hand in mine
Like holy shit y’all this is some beautiful gay shit
Can you please do a Damiano fell in love with his long time friend/band mate (reader) who is the backup singer (bc their voices complement each others perfectly) and writes a song about her and sings it to her on stage, confessing his love. (the other band mates know abt it).
I’m in my delusional era
Only Angel | Damiano David
Pairing: Damiano David x fem!reader (Måneskin bandmate)
Summary: You were in love with him for a very long time, but you didn't know that he loved you back. Until he decided to do something about it.
Warning/s: pet name (angel), just a little bit of good all angst, smut +18, degradation, teasing, prising, dom/sub, few curse words, mentions of alcohol and weed, cigarettes, mentions of one night stands, grammar and spelling mistakes, Google translated Italian (sorry, please tell me in the comments if I made any mistakes so I can fix them)
Author's note: This one's been a long time coming, but enjoy!
I saw this angel
I really saw an angel
Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see
That I'm still the only one who's been in love with me
I'm just happy getting you stuck in between my teeth
And there's nothing I can do about it
Damiano could still remember the first time he met her.
She was the first singer that Måneskin (Back then just Victoria and Thomas) recruited for the band. He could remember it as if it was yesterday.
His hands were sweating as hell as he walked through the hallway of a "made up", improved studio that belongs to the future, back-then-still-in-making, rock band Måneskin. He remembered how nervous he was, but that nervousness compared to the one he experienced as he walked into the studio was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not a big deal at all.
As he reached his stop, he looked up and saw a guy with blonde hair messing with his guitar, and he saw a blonde haired girl standing next to him, watching him. They didn't notice him just yet.
Damiano turned his head away from them and decided to focus his gaze on a girl sitting in a chair with a pen and journal in her hands, ashtray sitting on the armrest of the chair. She was lightly gripping the pen as she wrote and crossed and scrambled the words on a piece of paper in the journal. Her (h/l) (h/c) covered her eyes slightly. He could clearly see her red lips moving, even tho she had a half finished cigarette in her mouth. She was probably mumbling the word of the, what was probably, a song she was writing.
She was mumbling so quietly, but somehow he could still hear her voice. It was beautiful, he felt like he was falling into a trans. He felt himself freezing like a deer in headlights when he saw her look up at him.
Her face steached into a smile, cigarette no longer lingering on her lips as she reached out and placed it on an ashtray. Her (e/c) shining like the sun, her hair no longer covering them from him. She stood up and started to walk up to him. That's the moment when Vic and Thomas noticed him, too.
He noticed the grace she was carrying herself with. It was as if she was floating. It was a sight to behold for sure.
"Ciao! Tu devi essere Damiano David." [Hi! You must be Damiano David.] She said and he felt like his breath was knocked out of his lungs when he heard her angelic voice speak to him.
"SÌ. Quello... sono io." [Yes. That's me.] He stuttered for a bit and that shocked him to his core. He never stuttered before, it felt weird. He didn't like that.
"Sorprendente. Io sono (Y/N) e loro sono Thomas e Victoria." [Amazing. I'm (Y/N) and this is Thomas and Victoria.] She introduced herself, Thomas and Vic.
And so, after a few quick hellos were exchanged, they pulled him in front of the mic and they preformed one song with him and one where he had to sing alone. It turned out that (Y/N) and he sing together perfectly. Their voices simply sound so good together. However, since that day something followed Damiano. Something that he couldn't quite place for a little bit.
Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door
I got splinters in my knuckles crawling across the floor
Couldn't take you home to mother in a skirt that short
But I think that's what I like about it
She's an angel
Only angel
She's an angel
My only angel
Over the years Damiano and (Y/N) started to get closer and closer to each other.
At first it was innocent, truly. The two of them would talk with each other more than they would with Vic, Thomas or Ethan. Everyone soon noticed how close they were. They started to become very good friends. They had a lot of thing in common. They liked the same music, the same artists, everything! They somehow never ran out of topics to have a conversation about. It was amazing, really.
They would go out to get coffee, pizza, they went to bars and local parties together. They would come to each other's houses and just watch TV and get drunk or, sometimes even, high. They would drink some shitty wine that they would find in some shitty liquor store and would fall asleep on top of each other on the couch.
They would write and sing songs with each other. They liked each other's voices, but most of all, they liked how they sounded together. A match made in heaven, indeed.
However, over the years something changed. As they grew, the band did, too and so did their feelings for one another. Damiano watched everything she did whenever she was in his presence. He practically adored the ground she was walking on. It was amazing to experience. And to watch, too.
Vic was the first one to notice, of course. She would easily notice the longing glances that they would send each other while they thought that nobody was looking. She tried to talk to them about it. They would just brush it off.
"She is just my best friend, come on, Vic!"
"He's just a friend to me. Nothing more!"
Of course, Vic wasn't stupid, and neither were Thomas and Ethan. They soon figured what was up, too. The three musicians really tried everything in their power to get them to know what the other was feeling, but it felt like it was impossible to do that.
The problem was that Damiano and (Y/N) thought that the other didn't like them like that. And so from one problem, another one was born.
One night stands.
They both thought that if they see other people they could push their feelings away. However, when did that work out?
Damiano could still remember it. He walked down the hallway of the hotel that they were staying in because of their performance in New York. He watched her and some random guy practically eat each other's faces as she started to push him into her hotel room.
The last thing that he saw were the stains of red lipstick before he started doing it two.
I must admit I thought I'd like to make you mine
As I went about my business through the warning signs
End up meeting in the hallway every single time
And there's nothing we can do about it
Damiano had officially had enough. Watching her bringing guy after guy in her hotel room, him bringing girl after girl. It was too much. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't just stand aside as he watched and heard everything those guys did when it should be him doing it to his angel.
So one night he gathered his courage and knocked on her door so hard he almost got splinters in his knuckles from the wooden door. The moment she opened the door he spilled his feelings to her and so this is how they ended up there.
Damiano was quick to notice a bruise in the corner of her neck. Her pathetic attempt to cover it with her hair was not doing it. He felt anger fill his body to the brim. He knew that he had no reason to be angry, she wasn't his. Perhaps that was what angered him.
"You seem angry." (Y/N) was quick to point it out, her face forming a concerned look. "Why are you mad?"
"I'm not mad." Damiano spat out, proving her point. "I just think that you can choose better people to share spit with, angel. That's all."
"Excuse me?!" (Y/N) couldn't help but to yell in his face in the middle of the hallway. "What the hell is wrong with you, Damiano?"
"Was it worth it?" He asked her, his voice dangerously low. It send shivers down her spine.
"Is you hating me right now your new personality trait?"
She knew that that wasn't justified. She knew how bold of her that was. She knew that he didn't actually hate her, at least she hoped that he didn't. The truth was that she grew nervous under his gaze. His gaze, his tone, sudden realization of what he was talking about... it made her nervous as hell. She didn't know what to do.
"Was it worth it?" He kept his voice low and she knew that she couldn't avoid the topic any longer as much as she wanted to.
"I don't know what to say, Damiano."
"Oh, don't bullshit me, (Y/N)!" Damiano's voice rang in the hallway of the huge hotel in the middle of New York. He didn't give a flying fuck that it was night. That her "neighbors" were probably asleep. He didn't care about anything but his angel.
"Watcing you with so many guys who can't give you what I can... it draw me crazy." He finally confessed as he watched her in science of the hallway, frozen, confused. "You still don't get it, do you? It's because I love you."
"Now I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't feel the same way." Damiano told her as he pinned her against the door of her bedroom. Her breath getting stuck in her throat as she listened to his rough voice speak. "Just then I will leave you alone."
"I can't." She whispered, feeling so small compared to him right now.
"And why is that, angel."
"Because... I'm not even gonna lie, I'm just so fucking obsessed with you, you have no idea."
That's all he needed.
Told it to her brother and she told it to me
That she's gonna be an angel, just you wait and see
When it turns out she's a devil in between the sheets
And there's nothing she can do about it
Hey, hey
His lips felt so familiar yet so unknown to her. His breathing had become more strained.
"Damn it all to hell, if I don't get to have you tonight then I'm never going to be able to have you."
"Who says it has to be that way." (Y/N) said as she gasped in pleasure as he started to suck the skin on her neck.
His muscles tensed with every thrust. She finally allowed herself to sink into the mattress, into her pillow. She finally allowed herself to have him and for him to have her. She felt his hands flattering against her spine as he drew her closer to him as if that was physically possible.
"Arch your back for me, angel."
She felt herself gasping in pleasure as she did what he asked her to do. It was hard for him to contain his own sounds, too, as he pumped his thick throbbing cock into her at a constant pace.
"Please..." she was getting overwhelmed with him continuously hitting the right spot deep inside of her.
He grabbed her ankles and lifted her ankles to place them around his waist. She was practically screaming as he continued to split her wet pussy at rapid speed. She continued to shudder as he sped up his pace.
"Bet you they don't make you sound like that, do they, angel?"
"Ah- I-"
"Do they!?"
"NOO!" She barely gasped. "They don't... only you can do- ahh- this to mee!"
She openly moaned, screaming as Damiano's cock started swelling and stretching her tight pussy even more then before. And as her orgasm hit, she began to cry. He didn't care, he continued to thrust repeatedly, no signs of stopping or at least slowing down.
"I want you to remember everything fucking seconds of this."
She was overstimulated, but the tears of pleasure continued to flow.
He suddenly pulled out, erotic sound of cum mixed together filled the deafening silence in her room. He's fiery kisses started to trail down to her soaked pussy. Soon he started to suck her clit, but he moved away when he felt your hands on his head. He removed his tongue as he repositioned himself near your ass.
"Mhh!" (Y/N) tried to gain her voice back so she could speak again. "Don't! Too much!"
"Shhh... my beautiful angel." He cooed to her. "I'm sure that you've got one more in you. Will you be a good little angel and take what I have to give you?" His words were mocking and teasing at the same time as she nodded her head as much as she could before she pushed herself further into her pillow.
"Good girl."
He slowly began to enter her again, he was lubricated by her dripping juices. The thrusts began to increase again as she screamed his name, shaking. However, soon she found herself moving to meet his rough, pleasurable thrusts, which synchronized.
She was drowning in pleasure, she couldn't comprehend what was happening anymore. However she knew one thing, every time that fat cock hit her cervix, she got closer and closer to her much needed release.
She's an angel
Only angel
She's an angel
My only angel
She's an angel
Only angel
She's an angel
My only angel
Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight
Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight
Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight
The stadium was big. The light were truly blinging (Y/N). The adrenaline was pumping through your veins. She was so happy, so full of euphoria even tho her throat felt so sore from all the singing and her muscles were hurting her.
On the other hand Damiano felt like he was going to faint. Yes, he was euphoric and happy, too. He was so happy and excited for the even bigger future of Måneskin, but he felt nervous.
For years he was in love with this girl. He always gave his best to express it as best as he possibly could. But nothing felt good enough. His angel deserved the world, even more so. He loved her so much the fraze "to the moon and back" simply couldn't cut it.
So he decided to express his love for her in a way that he did best. He wrote her a song. And so with a deep breath, and Victoria's pep talk before he went on the stage, he stepped forward.
"How are we feeling tonight, LA!?" Damiano shouted and his shout was followed by screaming and clapping of the fans.
"So tonight you are going to hear a song you have never heard before!! You excited!!??"
Damiano had to cover his ears a little because the screaming of the fans became a little bit too much. Still he found himself laughing with excitement. Like he always did. He looked a little to the side where (Y/N) was standing so he could take a little peak at her face. Confused was not a good enough word to explain the look on her face when she heard what Damiano had said and Vic, Thomas nor Ethan didn't say anything. He wrote a song? Without me? (Y/N) though to herself.
"This song I will sing alone." Damiano said and (Y/N) got even more confused.
"You see, I met this girl a long time ago and I felt like I loved her the moment I saw her. I wanted to express my love to her and to the entire world so I wrote this song for her." Damiano continued.
The crowd was already loosing their minds as Damiano stepped took the microphone form it's stand, but when Damiano said the next words and started singing all hell broke loose.
"This song is for you, (Y/N). My only angel."
She's an angel
Only angel
She's an angel
My only angel
She's an angel
My only angel
She's an angel
My-my-my only angel
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and I get the feeling that you'll never need me again~
hello i am calling all fans of the altogether!!!
pspspsps content (i took ages to explain what and why it is which is why there is a cut)
please open it if you want jonah and sierra’s covers of good songs and one (1) original jonah creation
basically if yall arent already aware, the altogether has an instagram where they’ve been doing some fresh funky instagram lives and sometimes they do good covers of songs in those instagram lives
i got tired of running back to instagram every time i wanted to hear them so here they are! (i was unfortunately only able to grab the saved ones, so i did not get jonah’s cover of see the day, which was as painful to me as it is to you. jonah save your practice streams challenge.)
these feature more of jonah and sierra than most people see!! and lemme tell u sierra scott is a talented motherfucker and i love her SO much. yall need to stop sleepin on them because brian is very good but sierra and jonah deserve some of that Lime Light
i have uploaded to youtube unlisted, more or less in order:
- their cover of canyon moon by harry styles
-their cover of from here on out by the killers
- an unfinished original song called bad news, by jonah
- their cover of on melancholy hill by gorillaz
YALL... LIAM PAYNE DEAD AT 31...