#harry.styles

[curedblues]

This whole picture just screams perfection. LIKE DAMN. okay that’s it.

[themindofrubii-blog]

The Importance of Harry Styles Showing Solidarity with his POC fans

As we are all well aware, Harry Styles fan-base has been talking about the importance of the Black Lives Matter movement among the fandom, especially those who fall under the Black Umbrella within the movement.

I am an Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander, my people are the traditional owners of Australia and for years my ancestors fought long and hard to allow me to live the life I live. I am fortunate and lucky, and I acknowledge that and what my Elders and ancestors had to fight for to allow me to live this life, as I said. I am also a massive Harry Styles fan and have been since Year 8 in high-school, I am currently 20. 

Harry has been my favourite member of One Direction, he has been someone I have loved and supported for a long, long time and just because I love that man, doesn’t mean I won’t hesitate to call him out and educate him about what’s happening and why his actions affect his POC fan-base.I had been so far up his arse, disregarding his actions but as I got older and started to realise the injustices and the issues surrounding, not only my people but other minority groups I came to realise how problematic he could be. He’s human though, we all are and we’re all bound to make mistakes and as human beings - we don’t know everything.

Harry doesn’t know everything and that’s okay. He doesn’t have to know everything. 

Harry doesn’t have to make his platform “political” but let me tell you the Black Lives Matter movement isn’t political, neither is the LGBTQ+ community and everything they are. Society makes these communities and movements political because they’re not predominantly White, that they empower and encourage oppressed, discriminated and racial profiled minorities to say “Well hey, no, I have a right to feel safe, to live life and be happy as much as a White person”.

Harry doesn’t need to voice his opinions and be as active as he is, but he needs to acknowledge it and at least communicate with his POC fan-base, that he knows their injustices they’re dealing with. He needs to let them know he acknowledges them and their struggles and it’s the smallest things from an Instagram post, to a bracelet or even a T-Shirt that make the difference.

As a woman of colour, and as a Indigenous Australian it is so empowering to see non-Indigenous people acknowledging my people exist when they visit Australia. That is makes me feel like I’m worth something, that I fucking matter when my country and government ignore the struggles we face and continue to live their lives whilst my people suffer. It makes me feel stronger as a person.

Ed Sheeran wore an Aboriginal flag t-shirt to one of his concerts in Australia and that left me in tears. It made me feel a sense of pride, a sense of empowerment and happiness that this man, who may have never heard or known about the First Nations people of Australia had chosen to wear a shirt. 

Same with Kehlani, who I personally saw live in August this year. She walked out on stage and the joy, the emotions that swirled through my body, engulfed me before I broke down in tears of joy. I remember posting on my personal account, how happy I felt. That this woman, from another country who may not have heard about my people until recently, wore a fucking flag shirt as well. I was shaking and crying, saying “She’s wearing my flag”.

It’s the littlest things.

Harry posted a photo of his concert, with fans holding Black Lives Matter signs up - that matters. That’s important and that empowers young fans. It makes them feel like, they matter to Harry. It makes them feel as if they are worth it, they are important and their life matters as much as anyone else.

^ This photo - it matters a lot more to Black people, Black people of colour and people of colour. It matters to us, because we feel as if someone we idolise and love, knows we exist and acknowledges that we’re struggling and we’re fighting each day to the same common goal. 

I love Harry so much and cannot express how happy this made me feel. It might not be him waving a flag around, wearing a flag t-shirt, but the littlest things count. They affect people and make the biggest difference to an individual. 

Yeah, some of us might not need the validation and love from Harry - but there’s a vulnerable person of colour, who feels the weight of society, their own issues on their shoulders and feeling low in their self-esteem and low in who they are as a person, but when they see someone they care about and support do something as little as what I listed earlier, as I have stated it makes the fucking difference. 

People don’t get it. They don’t get how important it all is. 

We’re not bashing Harry, we’re not calling him a racist because we know he’s far from it. We’re not hating him, we’re bringing awareness to his actions and creating safe spaces at his concert for BPOC, Black People and People of colour because his fan-base is diverse. We’re not trying to ruin him or paint him a villain, because he’s not.

It’s okay to educate people you support and pull them up on things they haven’t said or have said. Open heart and open mind you guys - we’re human and we learn from each other. That’s part of our journey is to learn from one another. 

If you have read this whole post - thank you so much. I’m sorry if I didn’t make sense, it’s really late. It’s 2:38am, I’m tired but I really wanted to talk about this. 

Thank you,

Rubii Red

[meyhew]

why is from the dining table the saddest 3 mins and 31 seconds of my life like.... why the fuck isnt this person calling harry?? WHY is his phone missing theiR call? ?? JUST SAY SORRY TO HIM YOU BIT CH ! i need extensive therapy

[harryslibra-blog]

Tastes Like Melon

   What happens when your close friend kisses you unexpectedly and you have to see him almost everyday at class because you’re going to the same university and also, he is your bestfriends bestfriend?     

 3 am. You stir in bed uncomfortably, the bed sheet are twisted around your body suddenly making you feel like you're suffocating so you kick them away and take a deep breath. It's the fifth night in a row that you find it impossible to fall asleep. There's no light in the room, no noise, nothing that should be bothering you and keeping you awake. But there's one thing on your mind that keeps playing like a broken record. 'Friends do not kiss like that.' Friends kiss on the cheek, maybe on the hand or any other appropriate part of your body but not on the lips, or on the neck. And you definitely shouldn't be shivering while they kiss the crook of your neck.  

  Then why did you and Harry kiss that night?  

  You were watching a movie at his apartment and Niall was fast asleep on the sofa next to the one you occupied with Harry. You were sitting next to each other, it was a big sofa but you were sitting in the middle part of it so closely your thighs were touching. Your feet was up on the coffee table and he stretched, putting an arm on your shoulder which didn't bother you at all because this is how Harry was, always like to stay close and even cuddle with anyone close to him. It was nearly the end of the movie and Harry kept yawning so loud you slapped his arm when he did it for the seventh time. "Stop it!" You scowled at him as he gave you a soft chuckle, rubbing his arm. "S'boring!" He whined and put his head on your shoulder.  

  "It's not." you said coolly. "It's an action movie Harry."  

  "Well," he wasn't even looking at the screen anymore. "It's just the same with any other action movies. Why do you even like it?"  

  "I don't." You say and try to hear the movie at the same time, frustrated. "But we started watching it and I just need to complete it cause I hate incomplete things."  

  "But I don't want to." He murmurs. He was just like a baby, a whining little boy.   

  "S'just ten more minutes or so Harry, I think you can survive this." You say. He just takes off his rings and put them on on his other hand and does anything he could to avoid watching the movie which was a great distraction to you. He started playing with your necklace, which had a golden angel pendant with little diamonds on her wings.  

  "I like this."  

  "Shhh!" You warned him once more. He kept quiet but now he was playing with your bracelet, and then your necklace again, putting his hand in your pocket and checking what's in it. As he tried to get to your other pocket, extending his arm across your body, you felt his breath on your neck and the smell of fresh apples from his brown hair. You pushed his arm away slightly, still not looking down at him. "Would you stop Harry?"  

  "What if I don't?" He says playfully, nibbling at your shoulder and you couldn't help it but smile. "What are you gunna do about it, (Y/N)?"  

  You kept quiet and pretended like you're ignoring him but he was touching the inside of your elbow with the tips of his fingers, drawing circles and you knew he was looking at you. "I know you love this." He says, you could see from the corner of your eye, he's biting down his bottom lip. "I remember Niall lost a bet against you once and you made him do this to your arm for half an hour."  

  You hardly remembered the memory but his touch was so soft it made the inside of your stomach tingle, which didn't happen when Niall did the same. You kept looking at the screen though, not giving away anything. His touch traveled up on your arm, now gentle strokes on your shoulder, then to your neck and your eyes closed with the sensation. The movie was no longer in any of your thoughts. Then, just as his touch abandoned your skin you felt warm, tender lips leaving a quiet and wet kiss on your neck. You gasped a loud breath and opened your eyes, an abrupt shiver going through your body and the tingling sensation traveling down south. You turned your head to look at him, he was so close now his breath was on your lips. "Harry..." you mumble.  

  "The movie," he said as his gaze went down on your lips from your eyes. "It ended." And just like that, he kissed you. Everything that happened after that was a haze in your mind. His kiss was tender and almost timid on your lips as he longed for a response which was given to him not long after. You kissed him back, tasted the faint flavor of melon on his plump lips, reminding you the summer night you first met him. Your hand grasped his jaw, the soft unshaved skin tickling your palm. With you kissing him back, his mouth was not moving doubtfully anymore. He pulled you closer, placing a hand on your waist and your chests touching now. You felt the fast rhythm of his heart on your ribcage which was struggling to keep your pacing heart in.  

  "Oi!"  

  You both jumped back from each other as if a lightning fell right in between you two, you almost fell from the sofa. You blinked several times, looking down on your hands and you knew he was looking at you. Your mind was running like crazy you felt as if the crown of your head heat up and your brain making weird noices like an old laptop. "You know, I can leave if-" Niall started looking amused, but you sprang up on your feet.  

  "I'll get going." You said, still out of breath and struggling to look anywhere but your hands.  

  "Hey, (Y/N)!" Niall got up from his seat. "You don't have to leave, I understand you guys-"

  "No, it's alright" you nodded. "I'm just leaving." All that time Harry was looking at you and not forming any words or moving a muscle.  

  "Do you want me to give you a ride home?" Niall asked, not looking very amused now, rather worried.  

  "I'll be fine on my own. Goodbye." You muttered under your breath and walked towards the door sheepishly. Just as you were closing the door you heard Niall say, “What the fuck man?!”

   You have no idea for how long you keep looking at the ceiling, thinking about the same night over and over again it almost became a habit before falling asleep. Then you startle with a buzz from your phone. When you see the text your heart sinks in and you enter the password wrong two times before opening the lock screen of your phone. 

   ‘You awake?’ 

   It’s from Harry.

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There’ll be a Part II to this which I’ll post tomorrow or the day after. Hope you enjoyed it and if you did, please do not forget to like or reblog. Requests are open in my ask box. xx

(Part II)

[heyangel-archive]

two ghosts - harry styles

[august-slipped-away13]

I can't believe your album is out! You've worked so hard on it, and I'm so proud of you H. HARRY.STYLES is a masterpiece! I love you so much H. You have no idea. 🌹

[cutegirl1123-blog]

I expect next to you?😍😍😘😘😇😇

[oopscupcake]

“Let me kiss you”

A/N: A quick blurb. Enjoy it ;)

Between chuckles and squeals from both of you, Harry stumbled into your room. Vivid green orbs were engulfed by the warmth of your hands, long lashes tickling on the smooth surface. His tattooed arms supported the back of your thighs, maintaining you still on your piggyback position. 

The rub of his touch against your skin, in an aim to find the best spot to grip, emphasised your snickers, and the clumsy swaying of his steps as well.

“You’re gonna make us fall” 

“It’d be way easier if I didn’t have a pair of tiny hands on top of my eyes” He said, wriggling his head to squirm out of the improvised blindfold.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to get by”

His hesitant treads made the brief way from the doorframe to the end of the bed desperately slow, taking his time to figure out his next movement.

“Speed up!” You yawned, tiredness from a hectic, yet amazing day spent with him, showing up. One of your hands quitted the contact with his face, just to end up slapping his bum.

“Ouch! Rude, my ass didn’t deserve that!”

Eventually, both of you slumped onto the mattress, drowsy eyes gazing at the ceiling. Through your minds, memories of the events that had taken place earlier that same day, ran, causing a butterfly revolt at the pit of your stomachs.

The back of your hands brushed slightly. On edge, the fear that your mad heartbeats could be heard.

“I should get going, otherwise, I’m gonna drift off right here” He turned his face to the left, finding you already on your side, innocently, yet dangerously close.

“You’re tired. Stay the night here” You threw your arm and leg over him, giving him no chance of leaving, even though he didn’t want to, at all.

Harry’s body tensed under your frame, response which wasn’t ignored by you. Looking up at him, you found his stare, travelling from your eyes to your lips simultaneously, making up his mind

“Let me kiss you”

MASTERLIST.