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infinitelymint · 2 years

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That anon was very harsh. The public narrative of Harry is a bit of a male bimbo rockstar who falls in love hard and fast with pretty girls but is too much of a self obsessed player to settle down (until now!)

His public image isn’t evil but it’s casually misogynistic and still not someone I would support.

I agree with everything you say, I think - until holivia. I can’t speak for the first year of it because I was fandom hibernating for most of it, but I’ve been pretty consistently here since December and what I’ve seen of the stunt has just made Harry look consistently like more and more of an arse. If I was just looking without knowing what I do about ‘the real Harry’, I would think he was a grade A d-bag (and I would think she was one as well in the way she treats him- I guess in that regard they deserve each other). For Harry I think it’s gross to see him enable her being a shitty mother, I think it’s gross that he for all intents and purposes is her children’s stepfather but he doesn’t seem to take any responsibility for their well-being - they’ve publically been together for two years, if this was a proper relationship, he’d be a parent figure for those children, and yet he’s cool with her and her children moving around the world to accommodate him even though that means leaving their father on the other side of the world. That’s not prioritising the children and as an adult in their life, that’s his responsibility too. He even says ‘if I someday have children’ in that interview like… if you’re serious about your current public relationship, then for all intents and purposes, you do have step children already. That’s just a part of the package when you choose to date as you did (especially if, as we are supposed to believe, she and the children have been living in with him). Then to add on to that, what he did in Venice and to some extent the New York premiere too, that’s not professionalism. That’s just poor behaviour and really terribly hurtful if they were involved - he didn’t keep a professional distance, he flat out ignored her. If he was her actual boyfriend through all of that - yikes! Also, if they’re properly together, he must want her and the project to succeed - he was definitely not helping that, and he could have if he’d handled promo differently. Then there’s the whole way they started and the reports of unprofessional conduct on set. To me, if I were to see it from the outside, he got involved with his boss at work to an extent where that made his costar uncomfortable, to an extent where reports (which to someone who’s not invested may as well be the truth) from people on set say that he and his director were always hard to find (which to me insinuates that it’s because they were off boning) while she publicly had a long term partner and two children. And then if that was how my relationship to my partner who I really love started, then I would want to do everything in my power to keep it private for a long fucking time and to control the narrative once we did go public - not wander around hand in hand at a wedding at the height of covid, while shooting the joint movie was still happening and cruising around in cars without masking. Everything about debuting a relationship publically in that way - the timing, the manner, is just insane and makes both of them look unprofessional and like proper idiots. Man, I could rant about this forever but I’m gonna stop now 🙈

#she’s just as bad #imagine your boyfriend saying it wants privacy and then calling the papa all the time getting papped in his merch and placing yourself #in his house on social media #imagine hearing him say that he doesn’t like to be sexualised #and then put all the sex scenes from your movie with him #in the very first trailer #then market your film as a Harry styles thirst trap like…#publically they deserve each other

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thankyouforurconsideration · 2 years

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🚨spoiler alert🚨

This song just really reminds me of this film and I’m so excited for it

#my policeman #my policeman trailer #Harry styles #harrys house #my policeman leaks #spoiler #emma corrin #david dawson #harry styles edit

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pirategf · 2 years

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all this collected data and no social media has realized i fucking hate harry potter

#'this deleted scene-' 'new merch-' 'adsjdhbeast trailer-' 'your hogwart house-' i don't give a fuck i hope harry dies. leave me alone

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silkyrosesofficial · 9 months

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The second trailer of “SNUFF”. A weird tale of raunch & macabre fantasy. A Harry Styles fan-fiction written by Silky Roses only on Wattpad.

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ellalikestoblogsstuff · 2 years

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Give me five minutes on Pinterest and I’ll deliver something better than whatever this is.

#harry #dwd movie #dwd promo #florence pugh #harry edward styles #harry styles #harry styles dwd #olivia wilde #harry’s house #hldaily #fran fine #dwd trailer #funny stuff #this is her best work?

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hookedonromance · 1 year

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my friend is watching my policeman and she said to me that she wouldn’t watch the movie again. she stood by marion the whole movie!!!!! and that all patrick and tom did was f*ck I WILL NO TOLERATE MY POLICEMAN SLANDER IN THIS HOUSE 🤬🤬🤬

#my policeman #my policeman movie #harrys house #harry styles #david dawson #emma corrin #movie review #movie trailer

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faithinthefukkingfuture · 2 years

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my policeman trailer has me questioning how i am supposed to stay patient waiting for that…

#harry styles #my policeman #trailer #harry’s house #larry stylinson

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gojoscupcake · 2 years

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New lock screen check

#harry styles #prince harry #harry tpwk #harry styles is caught in a love triangle in &039;my policeman&039; trailer cnn #harrys house

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satellitesorrowz · 2 years

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Idk why ppl are trashing the dwd trailer…it looks good. Like, I can actually see myself watching it without being like OMG ITS HARRY the whole time. Like…I think I can get deep into it.

#harry styles #dont worry darling #dwd trailer #dwd #harrys house

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larrylimericks · 2 years

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8Jun22

June Yelling Edition Pride month’s coming out with a bang: Soon Lou’s headed back to Zach Sang, The MP trailer drops On Thursday—hearts will stop, And Away From Home’s headed to Spain!

Fortune Telling Edition Their future’s a fortune untold, But beneath blue and green paper folds They stay paired together— LOML’s forever— Like Lou’s dirty socks, two mated souls.

#correction: not the mp trailer but two photos #and a vanity fair article that nicely navigates harry's involvement in an lgbtq film #larry #louis #louis tomlinson #harry #harry styles #so much stuff was announced today #louis will be on zach sang’s show in the upcoming weeks #he’s a thoughtful interviewer who focuses on the music and the process #looking forward to lou’s dyouknowwotimean? count going up #amazon prime announced a “first look” at my policeman tomorrow #and the internet imploded #and louis officially announced this year’s away from home festival date and location and lineup #(including sun room — yay!)#louis saw the vaccines at leeds in 2011 and now they’re playing his festival #and that’s some poetic king shit #more eye imagery in the festival graphics #hshq revealed a visual glossary of the harry’s house items #that showed up (or not) based on spotify streaming #a paper fortune teller represented loml #complete with ‘blue’ and ‘green’ on two facing flaps #and i’m living for harry dragging his husband with a pair of blue-striped dirty socks for boyfriends #limerick-lt #limerick-hs #june 8 #2022 #double edition

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spryfilm · 10 months

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Final Trailer: “Foundation - Season 2" (2023)

Final Trailer: “Foundation – Season 2″ (2023) Apple TV+ has released one last full-length trailer for the second season of its long-in-the-works adaptation of Isaac Asmiov’s hard sci-fi novel series “Foundation”. The story chronicles a band of exiles on their unprecedented journey to rebuild civilization amid the fall of the Galactic Empire. Four crucial individuals who transcend space and…

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strangersmunsons · 3 months

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Eddie, My Love! eddie munson x reader // valentine's day special series Day 2 Prompt: Chocolates 🍫 ~ 2,000 words Eddie's grumpy until he sees a familiar face in the candy aisle.

“This is a fake holiday,” mumbles Eddie as he pushes the cart past the pink and red aisle of Bradley’s Big Buy.

His uncle chuckles. “When you have someone to spend it with, you’ll feel differently.”

“Wayne,” Eddie deadpans, “this is just some bullshit that Hallmark made up so they could take more of our money.”

“I’m not sayin’ you need to go all commercial,” Wayne clarifies. “I just mean that when there’s someone special in your life, boy, you might be in a better mood during this month.”

Eddie’s mouth sets bitterly. He’d rather not get the ‘you’ll find someone someday’ talk right now — the last thing he needs is another reminder of how lonely he is.

Wayne senses his nephew’s reluctance to discuss the matter, and so bites his tongue. Instead, he points at a row of cans on the shelf beside them. “Do you need more tomato soup, or are you set for a while?”

Back at home, Eddie lays on the floor of his bedroom, staring at the ceiling. Yeah, okay, maybe Wayne had a point. Maybe he’d hate all this stupid cutesy shit less if he didn’t have to watch everyone around him enjoy it while he spent yet another Valentine’s Day alone in his uncle’s trailer, with no one to keep him company, save for a six-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon.

The worst part of it is — and Eddie would rather die than admit this — that deep down, he thinks he really could be…romantic.

Sure, he’s rough around the edges. He tends to be prickly, wary of others’ intentions, but it’s necessary in order for him to survive in Hawkins. The Munson name was already notorious, and his reputation preceded him; the incident with poor Chrissy Cunningham three years prior, despite his innocence, had sealed his fate as the town pariah.

But if someone could just give him a chance, a real chance, he thinks that he could make that person really happy.

He’d help around the house. Cleaning, laundry, anything you — whoever you are — needed a hand with. He’d learn to cook better so he could keep you eatin’ good. He’d plan fun dates. He’d play your favorite songs on guitar, maybe write you new ones, if he was feeling inspired…anytime you needed him, he’d be there. He’d be the most reliable, affectionate, loving —

“Ed?” There’s a light knock on his door.

“Come in,” he calls back.

Wayne pokes his head into the room. “I’ve got to head to the plant in a few,” he says. “While I’m gone, can you do me a favor?”

Eddie sits halfway up, propped on his elbows. “Yeah, what’s up?”

Wayne fidgets, looking apologetic. “I know we were just there, but d’you mind going back to the Big Buy to pick up some candy? It’s Mrs. Johnson’s first Valentine’s Day since her husband passed, and I meant to get her something sweet, but I forgot.”

Eddie hauls himself up off the floor. “No problem. Want anything specific?”

Wayne shakes his head. “Don’t need nothin’ fancy, just get whatever’s cheapest that still looks nice.”

“That’s the Munson way,” Eddie muses, smiling in spite of himself.

Eddie reluctantly makes a turn down the seasonal aisle he had so pointedly avoided earlier, feeling depressed. Cherubs and teddy bears seem to mock him from where they sit, and he heaves a dramatic sigh.

His eyes roam the line of cards, plush toys, endless boxes of chocolates and candies, when they finally land on you, also perusing the rows of heart-shaped packages.

Recognition flickers instantly. Eddie suddenly finds that his heart is beating very quickly in his chest.

You.

You had still been a year behind him when he finally graduated, and though he didn’t really know you-know you, he was friends with people who did. You weren’t bullied like he and the guys were, but you weren’t exactly popular, either — and so more often than not, you ran in similar circles. Gareth and Harry used to swear up and down that you were the nicest girl in Hawkins.

Because of them, he had spent brief moments with you from time to time. He thought you had been very pretty, in your own unique way, but you were also rather shy. Your exchanges were always polite and charming, even if they never broke deeper than surface-level; overall, he’d found you incredibly endearing.

He never kept in touch, but as the years went by, he had often wondered about you.

Back then, it was hard to see past his own preoccupations: he was so focused on not failing his classes, Corroded Coffin, Hellfire, his dealing gig with Rick. But in retrospect, it always seemed to him like he had missed out on something special in not taking the time to properly befriend you.

Now, against all odds, you’re right here in front of him. And he had found you attractive back then, but now? Holy shit. You’re striking to look at.

As he studies your side profile, he thinks, it’s not that your appearance has really changed much, but rather the way you seem to be holding yourself.

You used to walk quickly through the hallways with your shoulders hunched and your head down, like you were trying to make yourself as small as possible. But now your posture is relaxed, your stance casual; your head is held high and a slight smile turns up the corners of your lips. And your clothes seem different too, like maybe you’d finally found your personal style, and were dressing in the way that you truly liked.

Is this what they call kismet? Fate, destiny, whatever, maybe Eddie’s fantasy-oriented brain was jumping to conclusions, but he thinks of the floor-misery he’d been wallowing in not even an hour ago — had his internal bitching been an unintentional prayer, which was now being answered?

He takes a few cautious steps forward, trying to act natural.

You glance at him when he comes nearer and offer him a quick smile before turning back to the sweet assortment before you.

Eddie stands next to you awkwardly, pretending to browse, hoping to see you make some gesture of familiarity, any confirmation that you might remember him as well as he remembers you.

But nothing. The seconds tick by.

You reach for a box of chocolates and Eddie’s overwhelmed with a sense of impending doom. He starts sweating. Any second now, you would pluck a shiny, ribbon-adorned package and twirl away from him, vanishing into thin air, and the moment would be gone. His opportunity would be over, and he’d never, ever see you again.

“I’m so sorry,” he blurts out. His face turns crimson, but he blunders on anyway. “I don’t wanna bother you, but did you graduate from Hawkins High in ‘87?”

You turn to him, eyebrows raised in surprise, one arm still outstretched. A breathy laugh escapes you. “Yeah, I did.” You give him the tiniest wave. “Hi, Eddie.”

He could almost cry in relief. You do remember him.

“Hi.” He returns your wave, dopey grin unfurling on his face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you just now. I didn’t think you would remember me,” you explain apologetically.

Forget you? Absurd. “Of course I remember you. How’ve you been?”

Your voice is bright, cheerful. “I’ve been good! Busy with school.”

College, of course. You had definitely been an honor roll kid. “If you’re in school, then you don’t still live in town, do you?”

“Nah, my university’s too far. I got a place near campus, but I come home every now and then.” You smile, and motion towards yourself. “Obviously.”

“Oh. Nice.” Eddie twiddles his thumbs nervously. “Are your classes going good?”

“For the most part. They’re stressful sometimes, but that’s to be expected, I guess.”

“Yeah, but you’re super smart. I’m sure you’re killin’ it up there.”

“I’m trying my best,” you reply with a modest shrug. “What about you? What have you been up to lately?” You look at him with genuine interest, like you’re truly eager to hear about how he’s doing.

Oh, what to say. He opts for simplicity. “Bartending. At the moment I’m between The Hideout and The Attic. Although, I’m thinkin’ about trying to get a job at the garage instead.”

“You should!” Your voice is sincere, full of warmth. “I bet you’d be great there — I know you did a lot of work on your van.”

A bolt of pleasure runs through him. You didn’t just remember his name and face, but you recalled some minor details about him as well. He stands a little taller. “Thank you. We’ll see if it works out, I suppose.”

There’s a brief pause. Eddie moistens his chapped lips with his tongue. “Listen…”

Do it, you coward. If she says no, she says no, and you’ll get over it. Eventually.

“Um, if you’re ever home for the weekend, would you maybe wanna hang out? Grab a coffee or something?”

You look taken aback, but not displeased. Eddie counts that as a win.

“Sure. That would be really fun.”

He flashes you a grin. “Sick.” Then it occurs to him: you came home for Valentine’s Day weekend. Surely you’re in Hawkins because you have a date lined up with some former classmate who swooped in and asked you out after he had gone, and that’s who you were buying candy for and —

“I’m assuming you’re busy this weekend, though?” You point at the treats in front of you. “‘Cause I see you’re here to pick up the goods,” you tease him cheerfully.

“Oh, n-not really,” he stammers. “Wayne asked me to pick up something for our neighbor. I’m just an errand boy.” He swallows. “Do you have any big plans?”

“Nope,” you reply casually, lips popping the p-sound. You pull the candy you’d be aiming for before he interrupted, a pack of Hershey’s cream-filled chocolate hearts. You nod at him sagely. “I am my own Valentine this year.”

You don’t need to be. I’ll volunteer.

Eddie musters up all his courage, rocking slightly on his feet. “Actually, if you don’t have plans…like, if you’re not seeing anybody…would you wanna go out on a date with me tomorrow?” Nerves get the better of him and he starts pouring out word-vomit, totally oblivious to the way your expression is getting softer and softer the longer he rambles. “I get that it’s Valentine’s Day, I don’t know if you think that’s really…weird for a first date, or…if you even wanna go on a date with me at all, which if you don’t, that’s totally fine and I understand —”

“I don’t think that would be weird at all,” you cut in, giving him a smile that could melt an iceberg. “Eddie, I would love to go on a date with you.”

He feels like he’s having a fever dream. This can’t be real. Is this what manifesting is?

From now on, when he wants something, he’s gonna go cry on his bedroom floor about it.

Painfully aware of how clumsy his proposition came out, Eddie tries to put at least one suave move on you. “Well, if we really have a date tomorrow,” he says, swiping the Hershey’s from you, “then there’s no reason for you to be buyin’ your own chocolates. Allow me.”

Ten minutes later, both of you armed with candies and a phone number apiece, Eddie escorts you across the icy parking lot to your car. You grip his arm tightly crossing over a slippery patch of asphalt, and his stomach flutters in a way it hasn’t in years.

Okay, okay.

Maybe there is something to be said for this stupid, fake holiday.

thank you for reading!! xoxo Valentine's Day Special Masterlist

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson reader insert #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader

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kekeyw · 9 months

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BLUE SUBURBAN HOME

hi everyone!! this is my first time making some sort of short little mini trailer/film for a build! i hope you enjoy this build and let your creativity drive you however you want it to go :)

placed on a 30x20 lot, features 3 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms!

the video was inspired by ashleyplays trailers and @farfallasims shell builds!

download tray files here

cc list below the cut

little dica - rise&grind (ngl i have no idea where i used this LOL)

house of harlix - orjanic pt1, pt2, baysic bathroom

felixandre - chateau pt1

harrie - coastal pt1, pt2

charly pancakes - M&S Construction pt1, SMOL

peacemaker - graciouslygeorgian v2, (Cats and Dogs) palatial planking

#the sims 4 #sims 4 build #sims 4 cc #sims 4 maxis match #simblr #sims 4 builder #sims 4 builds #sims 4 #sims 4 mods #builds

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1800titz · 11 months

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Hi! I write this fic on Wattpad, but figured I would put it up on tumblr, too!

WARNINGS: THIS IS A BDSM FIC

WATTPAD ALTERNATIVE | TRAILER | ALPHABET PROMPT | tdiag things

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"My name is Eros," the masked male cocks his head a smidge at her, and, if only slightly through the shadow cast between the parted zipper, Isla catches sight of a smile tugging at his lips on the latter fragment of his statement, "But you already know that. I'd hope, anyways. We've had a chat. Or two."

His lips - his mouth. Isla ogles the latex through the peepholes of her own and wonders what shape the rest of his features take, what carves and forges his face, how his nose slopes, the assemblage of it all.

"Although we are acquainted," Eros smooths his fingertips over the arm of the chair, a lavish facade of plastic masquerading, "You will address me as Master."

Isla swallows. Despite her prior train of thought looping so intently on the tracks to decipher what she believes he'd look like beneath his mask, it's entirely derailed by the serious note in his previously light cadence. She wonders how a mere introduction manages to send such a thrilling rush rolling down her spine. Eros leans forward, forearms braced to his splayed thighs, almost as if to bend to her level.

"Or Sir. Master, Sir, it's all the same to me. Your preference."

CHAPTER 1

The one with Masks & First Meetings, Mr. Executioner (or Mr. Friendly??), and a scene feat. a blindfold and an unexpected participant

CHAPTER 2

The one with negotiations in a room that draws memoirs of therapy appointments (fancy chairs — comfy chairs), Harry: “Crying = enjoying... Got it,” testing the limits, face-fucking, and a glint of teeth

CHAPTER 3

The one with shoplifting grapes, drafting a contract feat. a debate on honorifics, creampies — according to Harry, generally too sweet, floggers, fear-factor-except-it's-kinky, and four too many orgasms

CHAPTER 4

The one with a manacle and a mean man who lends a helpful hand in a house hunt, the same mean man being nice .63737382 seconds later, sloppy cunnilingus, and a Series of Mysterious Knots

CHAPTER 5

The one with a Series of Mysterious Knots Part 2, sleeves caught in car doors and impromptu rope swing climbing, a pair of dress shoes, and sixteen minutes too many

CHAPTER 6

The one with the birth of the infamous yada yada, Isla “what happens at three?” Cleery, the glove (singular!) comes off, a very jittery ottoman, a cane, and some (unwholesome) late night talking

CHAPTER 7

The one with another house tour, a …vivid imagination, the rise of the green-eyed monster, Harry “your actions have consequences” Styles, the importance of taking breaks, and emotions brewing and bubbling to the surface

CHAPTER 8

The one where (more) emotions brew, a ham and cheese croissant, an oat milk latte, and a book about pain-slut-ism, the discovery of villain origins, even more emotional brewing, and an exploration of boundaries

CHAPTER 9

The one with a sprinkle of consensual violence, the cane, feelings-ish (that Harry buries in pussy), and the D word

#dom harry styles #harry styles #harry styles dirty fanfiction #harry styles dirty one shot #harry styles edit #harry styles edits #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles smut #harry styles wattpad #harry styles writing #harry styles x oc #domharry #dom!harry #TDIAG #1800tits #1-800-tits

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