“i resent the idea that bi people could be in a self-affirming m/w relationship, and hate to be reminded of this” is just a feeling. it’s a feeling no doubt caused by the harsh realities of homophobia and heternormativity. but it’s not truth.
it’s not a reflection of bi people. it doesn’t imply anything about bi people’s relationships, sexualities, or why they want their identity recognized. (especially by people who have a poor perception of bi people & would find it more convenient if bisexuality just didn’t exist…)
i can sympathize with gay people who have this feeling. but it’s not ok to expect bi people to put a gay partner’s feelings about bisexuality over validation of their own identity. it can create a dangerous dynamic when a person is expected to hide their sexual identity, or else they’re a bad partner who hasn’t done enough to make their partner feel secure/untroubled.
if you’re so resentful of a bi/pan partner’s sexuality - that their same-gender attraction isn’t exclusive or a last resort - that you don’t want their sexuality to be acknowledged… you probably shouldn’t date bi/pan people.
and you should be honest enough to recognize that YOUR feelings are the reason you don’t want to date bi people. not anything inherent to bi sexuality & identity. and you shouldn’t define what bi sexuality & identity mean based on your own negative reaction to them. or perpetuate stereotypes and misinformation about bi people because their sexuality makes you uncomfortable.
In which a coincidence, instagram, a party, a piano and a planned coming out all come together to make two people fall in love. As it happens, it turns out to be a rather effective combination.
or, Louis is a student and Harry is the mega-famous singer that happens to post a photo with Louis in the background. Together they kind of break the internet.
For @anchoredlou as a very, very belated birthday present and a thank you for being exactly who she is. xx
Does it ever occur to you that like… they could have given up on each other. They’ve been through more shit than most couples will go through in a lifetime, and I’m sure there have been times when almost everyone around them thought it’d be easier for them to throw in the towel, call it a day, rip off the band-aid and hurt for a little while and then move on. But they knew better. They knew there was no moving on. They are SO SURE of each other and their love, do you EVER THINK ABOUT THAT? How people have been setting them up to fail and rooting for them to fail and putting them through the most dark, twisted shit, the worst kind of emotional manipulation and trauma, and they found their strength and their motivation and their fuel to keep going in EACH OTHER.
That kind of love is so rare. So fucking rare. I love them so much every day for not giving up on each other, for holding tighter to each other when the storms rolled in and for never letting go of each other. I love them for loving so hard and so loud that they’ve created a family and a home out of love. I love them for inspiring thousands of people to give more, be more authentic, and love with open arms. They’re fucking icons.
As a general rule, kitten hybrids are small and disinterested in what other people want them to do, slightly evil and at least a little manipulative. Louis prides himself on being all of those things to varying degrees, but especially on being uninterested in what other people tell him to do. He’s still human goddammit, despite his pointy ears and penchant for curling up in the sun and taking naps.
He’s going about his daily business, knocking things over where he sees fit and leaving a trail of mess in his wake. As exasperated as it makes Liam he’s used to it by now, having shared a flat with Louis for almost three years now, and if Louis whines enough he’ll even clean up after him. It’s a great life, really.
With the exception of Liam’s stupid, broad shouldered, entirely too big mate, the one who always comes over to watch sports with him. Louis hates that guy. His hair is always greasy and he brings weird hipster beer with him when he comes that tastes like shit. And he won’t even let Louis have any of it, either. The only reason Louis even knows what it tastes like is because one time he stole a bottle from the fridge and fled to his room before Harry could catch him.
Harry Styles takes an eight day trip to Disney World to build a photography portfolio to be a Disney campaign photographer, he accidentally falls in love with Peter Pan.
At thirty years old, Louis is past halfway to becoming a billionaire, and he needs to find the one. He literally stumbles upon his university sweetheart.
