#mem(e)ber

[yukibana]

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to recover from “A Spring Without You is Coming” Thanks to it Chuuya will forever be ill and passed away in my mind

“If you could wish for one thing, what would it be?” “D-do you re..mem..ber the ch-erry blos..soms we saw t-toget..her as chil-dren.” “Mm. I..I want to visit… there again.” “Shut… up D-dazai. What w-would you… wish for.” “I’d wish for-“

“Look Chuuya…” “It’s snowing in November. How odd is that.” “What ar…e you talk..ing about D..aza..i…it’s always snow..ing.”

“Neh Chuuya…I just had the most terrible dream…You’d slipped away while I was asleep so I didn’t even get to say goodbye.” “Chuuya…This is all just a bad dream right..”

“Happy Birthday, Chuuya.”

Chuuya’s suffering’s finally over… But at the cost of his life…. He can finally sleep peacefully…. He can finally rest…. Sniff** （（（(╥╯⌒╰╥๑)）））

#A spring without you is coming #i’m crying #bungo stray dogs #this so sad #Free depression #Ik I’m late in the game but who cares #It’s still sad #Why did they take the fanfic down #Chuuya don’t die #fanfic #bsd fanfic #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs chuuya #bsd chuuya #dazai x chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bsd nakahara #nakahara chūya #chuuya’s sick #fatal familial insomnia #Corruption leave my Chuuya be #Corruption #dead chuuya #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #chuuya #soukoku #nakahara chuuya

[nahimnopur]

asolei... ajkal amar pochondogulo vishon palte geche...k jane r du bochor par hote giye arow kotto kichu palte jabe....kichu bolar nai... obosho ...ekta golpo boli...eta kono gf kinba bf er golpo noi abar kono crush erw golpo noi.... jodiyo goltar bishoy valobash,seta shikkhok-sk=hikkharthir valobashar golpo.... suru korchi... amar clg jibon shuru 2018 te... amader clger kichu torun sir achen tarmoddhe mostofa sir ekkebare diba shakhar sob meyeder crush...emono bolte sunechi j ekjoner samne r ekjon bolte parto na j mostofa sir amar crush...vishon mojar. ekbar amar apu bolechilo j toder clg er bangla bivage mostofa sir achen....humm...tbe amar kono sir k kokhonoi crush bole mone hoi nai. 2019 sale bangla bivager bosontote ami groupe dance e chilam. bivagei practice hoto teacher-raw segulo dekhten jeheto eta ekat boro programe chilo. amar ekta bishoi chokhe legeche j... sir ekbarow amar ba amader dike takaiii nai. nicher dike takiye chilen.

er porer bosonte ami chilam na. tarporer bochor to holoi na ebar ami amar priyo bangla bivage. 16ii decembar er deyaliar kaje kobita.. srijonsil kajer jonno puro bivage poricito hoye gelam...bijoi diboshe central programme amio chilam..tai deyalika oposthaponer somoi chilamii na tbe amar hate manano mancitrer jonno puro clg e bangla bivag sobar mukhe shuna jacchilo..jai hok programe ta darun chilo...program shese sir amai bolchen khub valo chilo, dekhlam next programe tomakei dekhte hobe bangla bivager hoi..ami to moha khushi karon amake amar bivager teacher bolechilen. er age kokhonoi sir amar sathe kotha bolenni. tarpor ase 26she march central programe thakar kotha thakleo amar kobitar protijogita thakai.. paractice e chilam na tai nije thekei finale jai ni tbe sadiya mem r ontora mem bolechilo tumi finale thako- monche othe jeow, jekhane ekdin practice e na thakar karone monche othtei dei na sejaigai eta amar kache onnorkm pawa chilo,tbe ami jai ni. sei jonno 26she march er deyalikai ami chilam..amader bivager deyalikar dayitto porechilo mostofa sir er opor sir er sathe prothom kaj.. obosho totodine bivager sby amake ooonek ador korto. intare j sir BNCC kortam bole class theke ber kore dito abar adorw korto... sei sir dekhe bolen oo to amar student. jai hok 25she march deyalikar kaj baki deparment head sedin amar sathe prothaom kotha bollen, boso kaj shes koro ritimoto ami to colei giyechilam garite otbo tbe amar khub icche korlo ami deyalika korbo kmn dekhi...dowre cole gelam. tokhon baje 5.30ta kaj korte korte prai 8.00ta apu to phone na peye ritimoto department e call diyadichen...

vulta amari chilo deri hobe bollei partam...kaj korte parchi sei annonde vulei gechi phonta samne rakhar kotha.. ammu to call dicche to dicche, se porjayer khati bangla kobita amai sunan. ami sir k bolbo ammur sathe taw bolte parchi na obosho puro bishoy sir kheyal korechilen pore ei obostha dekhe bolen, "accha, tomar ammuke call diye amake daw." bas basar boka theke rokkha pelam deyalika oposthaponer dayitto sir amake dilen. ami pura voye she kivabe ki korbo kokhono to oposthapon kori na... jai hok, sir bolen tumi parba valo kichu hbe r na hole somossha nai tomra to cesta korcho..

erpor 4din por bosonto onusthan, jeta kebol bangla bivag kore ami porlam moha jamelai je ekta event e thake se r bakigulate thakte parbe na.. rabina apu bolse oposthapona korbi, dipa di bolche nach e tui amar satheii thakbi ami janni eta, raihan vaiya bolse tui kobita korbi...ki muskil. ei jotilota department head kei dekhte holo. tini rai den amar gula emon vabe serial koro jate ami sob gulo suntor vabe korte pari...mane kobita, nach, oposthapona eksathe... jai hok oposthaponai ami prothombar chilam, practice colakalei mostofa sirer dak bollen nupur r tamid ami tomader nam pathai dichi bitorker jonno...manosik prostuti rakhiyo...ebar to ami mone mone bolchi sob gelo...amarei chokkhe dekhe..

bosonter koyekdin por dekhi amar departmenter head ebong onnano sir-mem amake dekhlei kotha bole kmn achi jiges kore. mostofa sir dekhei dariye bolchen, tomar kalker oposthapona valo chilo lege thako valo kichu hbe. incourse colche 6ta subjceter 4ta tei ami sir er samner benche chilam sir etaw kheal rekhechilen tarmoddhe ekdin amader hole chilen fan er batashe 1st benche 3 joner khatai ore jai jai obostha sir ei obostha thekanor jonno nijer fan ghuran eabar batase onar behal dosha kichu somoi por fan bondho korte baddho hon. er porer exam er amar boi-toi kichu na porte pari nai tai dekhe likhar jonno ekkebare pichoner ekkornare boschilam. oi din sir pasher roome chilen humayun sir ektu bahire jawyai mostofa sir kei aste hoi tarage sir 4bar ase dekhe gelen prai examer majhamajhi somoi sir hothat bollen ajke nupur ase nai.. ami shes bencher theke bolchi "sir, ami eikhane" tini heshe bollen," khub subidha okhane tai naa". abar shes exam sir amader cls e 2ghonta howa chara kawke ber hote diben na esei goshona dilen

tarpor roton dar jonno shahajjer jonno taka tulchilo amai mem dekechile ei bishoye kotha bolar jonno thik se muhurtei munni mem ese chine khub anononde memke dekhei joriye dorefelam, sir o ese kotha bolchen tokhon sir amar dike khub obak hoye dekchilen amar mone hocchilo j amar kono kaj hoita khub baje chilo tai eivabe takiyechilen. erpor besh koyekdin bondho chilo clg ekdin hothat sir-er nock department e ese dekha koro kinto sir sedin chilen na. 7diner training e cole gechen..mone mone moha khushi jak ottodine bitorko shesh. kinto emonta hoini...ghoteche valobashar r shekhar r ekta rasta..

[grimoiregauss]

Memory

I          re mem   be   r

We all wore glasses

we all drank coffee

The walnut tree 

    in the        backyard         dropping food for the squirrels 

and trash for my          mother to sweep away after their feast

I   re    me m  ber

The couch everyone fought over

The salt shaker roll of duck tape missing in action

I  re  memb  er

The smell of  spices my mother was cooking made my eyes water

   Birthdays the only time we’re all t  og e  th er

The muffled sound of the    front porch door      opening 

The 4/4 meter

      Of my father’s

Heavy footfalls 

    Down the stairs

I    remembe r

The words that my mother told me. “No voy a vivir forever” 

Whether a warning      a lesson       I knew it was a fact

My baby blanket still intact,      I started wearing it as a cape 

or as a vest      depending on the character I played as  in my escape

I remember

The story about me crying on the spinning teacup ride in the mall

The time I was abandoned in a 1700 acre garden

The night my mother left for the night shift without tucking me into bed

Memories repressed and memories recovered

Under my bed covered by my extra blankets 

and my fortress made from empty Lego boxes

I crawl out of the dark like the dandelions that 

tear

 through the cracks in the tiles outside

They don’t grow anymore.

#2022 #poets on tumblr

[colorism-project]

Introducing "Melanin Minutes"

In 2023 Dr. Ronald E. Hall shared the idea of creating “Melanin Minutes” consisting of short segments featuring content relative to colorism. The first Melanin Minute aired at the Inaugural Ronald E. Hall Conference on Colorism on August 17, 2023. Dr. Shannan Moore, Assistant Editor of the Journal of Colorism Studies (JOCS) and member of the Colorism Project’s research team created and produced…

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#Colorism #Colorism Conference #colorism project #Dr. Shannan Moore #Journal of Colorism Studies #Melanin Minutes #Ronald E. Hall #Ronald E. Hall Conference on Colorism #skin color #Video

[saidthespidertothefly-mp3]

ummmm my reading plan

- finish cosmicomics in a few days (its not very long but its very idk metaphysical which i struggle w)

- at the same time finish you love me (audiobook so i can listen while i eat or in the gym or walking around or w/e)

- finish my dark vanessa ( long but seems readable howver a bit upsetting sooo…)

- read motherthing later for a (hopefully) lighter book thats also like feminist horror(??)

- back to gross/creepy and reread lolita (probs fast bcus reread)

- then idk but the other few are the virgin suicides, dis mem ber, beijing doll, my sweet audrina, salems lot <<33

[sakusakiyoomiomi]

@official-sunarintarou @tsumuanon @saoirseleur @fushiguroll @uncreative-little-shit @washymylifeaway @snnerspvradise @rintarosslut @ohajime @chai-blu @teesumu @writingdust

#omi’s right #mem(e)ber #tsumuanon #official sunarintarou #saoirseleur #rintarosslut #teesumu #writingdust #uncreative little shit #washytape #snnerspvradise #fushiguroll #ohajime #chai blu

[robobarbie]

hey gamer what would be the BP server mem(e)bers have as an idle animation and taunt line/s if they were in an action video game? 🥴👁👁

I already answered the idle animations bit for most of them, so heres some taunt lines 😎

Two2: "H-huh? What was that? Wait, we're fighting?? I DON'T WANT TO FI-"

Biglady: "Ohhhh you wanna kiss me so bad ohhhhhhh!!!"

June: "THAT'S your fan theory?? Pathetic!!"

Onionthief: "You aren't even worth the three seconds I've spent saying this aloud."

Salocin: "Oh-ho! Chin up! You'll get me someday!"

Societyboy: "Imagine being that pathetic and cringe. AhahahaahAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Hypebot: "VERY BAD, [PLAYER_NAME]. I THOUGHT YOU WERE SEXIER THAN THIS!"

Bloombot: "I can see why you're stuck in this tier."

Quest: "I don't want to do this. But you've left me with no choice."

Nightowl: "Wow!! You're really bad at this!! That's impressive!!"

Xyx: "Are you trying yet? I don't have all day, doll."

Nakedtoaster: "Who are you again? Can we get this over with?"

#bp ask #marina-and-the-memes

[immortal-tale]

(My reading comprehension is awfully horrible.)

The Dokkaebi King became "the wall dividing the world" to protect Kim Dokja as to Han Sooyung 1863rd's last request. He follows tsl123 because she is the "god" that created the world of WOS. As a storyteller, he is abide to accept her as she completes the story he lustfully read on. A chronicler can not record history without reading or seeing it (I know, that's self-explanatory, it's stupid to add it but...oh well-). Am I correct?

And I ask, what does it mean by "There were some existences without a fleshed-out past that had to simply ‘exist’ until belatedly, they were permitted to acquire their histories. Beings that didn’t ‘exist’ until the author decided to give them a backstory."?

Specifically, why has it come to that when it is happening right now in par with the present orv, reading that they remember their own past?

------------------------------------------------------‐

⸢The existence that opened the ‘scenario’ in this world, and the one who connected the two world-lines as one.⸥

[The 4th Wall] spoke up instead of Han Su-Yeong’s trembling lips.

⸢D on t be so su rpri sed ev en I rea lis ed it ju st now⸥

“What did you say?”

⸢I al so di dn’t kn ow who I w as⸥

There were some existences without a fleshed-out past that had to simply ‘exist’ until belatedly, they were permitted to acquire their histories. Beings that didn’t ‘exist’ until the author decided to give them a backstory.

⸢I be ca me com ple te be cau se of y o u⸥

The scenes from the moments when the ‘paid service’ got underway brushed past her mind. The moment when the two world-lines of reality and fiction became one, and the 1863rd turn’s Dokkaebi King standing right in the middle.

⸢W h y I ha d to bec ome a w a l l di vid ing the wo rld⸥

The Dokkaebi King became the wall that divided the world.

⸢W h y I ha d to pro tec t Kim Dok Ja⸥

And then, it carried out the last favour its ‘god’ had asked of it.

⸢Y o u di dn’t re mem ber m e⸥

The existence that repeated one single story for a long, long time, and the one who became addicted to that story, constantly lusting after it.

#orv #omniscient reader #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv spoilers #webnovel #sing song #kim dokja #kdj #han sooyung #han suyeong #hsy #1864th #4th wall #fourth wall #dokkaebi king #divides fiction and reality

[idanushayden]

Some-times I see cer-tain times. |

And get a sud-den me-mo-ry of a sub-rou-tine. |

The worst of which are re-mem-ber-ing peo-ple's re-quests for their play-lists. |

Be-cause then I in-e-vi-ta-bly get some-thing stuck in my head. |

And have to figure some-thing out to re-place it with. ||

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

ONE

LAST

THING

BE

FORE

I

QUIT

I

NEV

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WAN

TED

A

NY

MORE

THAN

I

COULD

FIT

IN

TO

MY

HEAD

I

STILL

RE

MEM

BER

EV’

RY

SIN

GLE

WORD

YOU

SAID

AND

ALL

THE

SHIT

THAT

SOME

HOW

CAME

A

LONG

WITH

IT

STILL

THERE’S

ONE

THING

THAT

COM

FORTS

ME

SINCE

I

WAS

AL

WAYS

CAGED

AND

NOW

I’M

FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

#monkey wrench #foo fighters #the colour and the shape #dave grohl #rock #alt rock #grunge #post grunge #fighting foo #lyrics #song lyrics

[nitewrighter]

46 Tracily

46. “it’s okay, i’m here.”

A while back I got an ask about how Emily would react to Tracer getting the chronal accelerator ripped off by Doomfist and I launched into a long meta rant--I owe those two a proper ficlet.

----

Emily was twisting the bracelet on her wrist with anxiety as she followed Sojourn through the Singaporean hospital. Overwatch had flown her in, and despite the constant assurances that Lena would be fine, Emily’s worry had only increased in hours it took to fly here. 

“The news report said minor injuries,” said Emily, walking next to Sojourn.

“And they were,” Sojourn’s hands were pocketed, “Physically, she’s virtually unharmed... temporally...”

“Oh no...” said Emily.

“It’s all right!” Sojourn said quickly, “Winston was able to put together an...ionized tachyon field? I think that’s what he called it. He told me it will definitely keep her stable until he can finish repairs on the chronal accelerator.” The two of them stopped in front of a room with two Overwatch security agents flanking the door. Sojourn gave them a nod and they opened the door for her. They stepped in and Emily’s hand went over her mouth. Tracer was in what appeared to be a hard-light cube--Overwatch’s access to Hard-lIght technology was only by the whims of the Vishkar Corporation, so what projector they did have on hand was about the size of an industrial air conditioner and took up half the room. Inside the cube, Tracer was sitting cross-legged on a futon on the floor, frowning over a heavily sticky-noted copy of ‘Quantum Physics for Dummies (Law of Causality Violation Edition).’ She perked up at the  two figures entering the room and blue light bloomed around her.

“E--em!” her voice and image fizzled in blue light for a second before suddenly appearing at the hard light partition, her hands pressed to the glass-like hard-light. Joy lit up her features, but as Emily pressed a hand to the partition over hers, that expression faded into guilt. “It’s not as b-ad as it looks-ooks.” She said, blue light distorting her like a crappy television signal, her voice like a scratched and skipping CD.

“Lena...” Emily started.

“I’m se-rious! This is nothing compared to af-af-after the slipstr-ea-m-eam!” said Tracer, forcing a smile, “And Winston-on says he’ll have the new-new-new-ew chronal accelerator ready in a couple hou-r-s-hhours!” 

“...I think getting you excited might not be helping...” said Sojourn.

“I’m g-good-good. I can control it!” Tracer insisted. She took a steadying breath. “I. Can. Control. It.” she said firmly, the blue light not overtaking her once as she spoke and then her face lit up with excitement before flinching as blue light distorted her image again. Both Emily and Sojourn gave her a worried look and Tracer held up the book. “I’ve been do-doing-ing homework,” said Tracer, “The hard part-art about fi-i-i-ighting is figuring out where the recalls leave me in relation to things but in-nin-in here, it’s sta-stabilized” she gestured at the hard-light containment chamber she had been put in, “Once I get the chron-chronal accelerator back, I ju-ust need to remem-mem-mem-ber where I am, where I’ve been, and where I’m going to be at ev-every zeptosecond and...” she trailed off and glanced down at the book, “Maybe it’ll do some-something?”

Sojourn huffed a little. “Well, learning quantum physics can’t hurt,” she said with a shrug.

“It does hurt, actually,” said Tracer, smiling and rubbing her forehead, “I’ve got a ripping headache-ache. But tha-at-at could be the...” she trailed off and looked at Emily, not wanting her to worry, “It’s fine.”

“I’ll leave you two alone,” said Sojourn, walking out of the room. Tracer sighed, leaned her back against the hard-light barrier and slid down it to a slumped sitting position on the floor.

“In fair-airness,” she said quietly, “I did tell you things-ings could get weird.”

“I don’t mind the weird,” said Emily, leaning her own back to the partition, hugging her knees,  “I just... don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” said Tracer.

“You didn’t phase out that time,” said Emily, smiling.

“Told you I was getting the ha-ang of it--Oh boll-ocks-ocks-ocks,” said Tracer, blue light fizzing around her, “It’ll get bett-better, Em. We beat Doomfist-ist-ist! We’ll have Tal-Tal-Talon on the run!”

“I know, just...” Emily glanced down, “You do so much already. You fight so hard already. But Lena, you’re like this because of Overwatch! Not because of Talon! And Overwatch took this--this--thing they did to you and they turned it around and they act like you’re some kind of superhero!” 

“They did-idn’t do it to me on purpose,” said Tracer, glancing down, “And if I can use this-is-is thing to help people....” Tracer looked over her shoulder at Emily leaning against the barrier and Tracer knocked her knuckles on the barrier. Emily glanced up and Tracer spread her fingers against the pale blue of the hard-light. Emily put her palm up on the partition over hers once more. “We’ll take-ake a break once Winston fix-ixes the accelerator. P-p-promise. I know-ow this looks bad, but things are only-ly-ly going to get bet-better from here.”

“I hope you’re right,” said Emily, sighing, “...well at least we’re traveling. You did say we’d travel, too.”

“Let’s get durian after this,” said Tracer. Emily could hear the smile in Tracer’s voice, “Appare-pare-ently it’s supposed to-to-to smell horrible.”

Emily snickered. “I’d like that.”

#tracily #overwatch #Me: Gosh I sure love inventing pain-in-the-ass writing rules for myself to make the sci-fi feel more immersive

[paula-of-christ]

Go follow @tradlogos !!!! She is really cool and a new-ish mem(e)ber of the tumblr catholic community!!!

#catholic #catholicism #traditional catholic #traditional catholicism #christian #christianity #roman catholic

[dreamings-free]

How Harry Styles Became A Modern Style Icon

by Phoe­be Luck­hurst - Evening Standard 15/11/19

A man wrought in the fires of teenage boy­band hy­per-stardom is not afraid of a lit­tle commotion. Still when Harry Styles — the One Di­rec­tion mat­inée idol turned lan­guid Gen Z icon — tweeted, at 1.01 pm GMT on Wed­nes­day af­ter­noon, that he would be tak­ing his up­com­ing album Fine Line on tour, you could, if at­tuned to the cor­rect de­mo­graphic fre­quency, hear the howl echo around the in­ter­net: gut­tural, hun­gry, ul­u­lat­ing. This was a pseudo-re­li­gious experience: one vi­ral meme de­picted the Pope hold­ing a copy of his al­bum aloft. The announce­ment has been retweeted al­most 70,000 times.

The 25-year old is a tour vet­eran — he spent five years and five al­bums strapped to the thunder­ing 1D jug­ger­naut — but this new tour is his first as a bona fide solo brand. The al­bum, his first in two years, is synth-soaked and soul­ful, the al­bum’s aes­thetic fever­-dreamy. Granted, he’s not the first per­son to go to So­Cal, try a few magic mush­rooms and de­clare him­self radically trans­formed, but the re­sults are be­guil­ing — and cer­tainly a world away from his years as a Simon Cow­ell Ken doll. Since his last record, he has co- hosted t he Met Gala and been reborn as an Alessan­dro Michele muse. This is your Styles crib sheet.

Melody maker

Styles’s new al­bum — writ­ten un­der a tie-dye mist af­ter tak­ing the afore­men­tioned psychedelics, which also re­sulted in a mishap in which he bit off the tip of his tongue — is “all about hav­ing sex and feel­ing sad”, which, granted, as a topline, does not wildly dif­fer­en­ti­ate the record from the genre of “al l other mu­sic ever”. Still, the early signs for Fine Line are encouraging. Its first sin­gle, Lights Up—which has been streamed al­most 100 mil­lion times on Spo­tify —is­ synth-y, soul­ful, un­der­stat­edly an­themic, very dif­fer­ent to, and bet­ter than, the lead sin­gle on his last solo record, the Seven­ties, soft-rock Sign of the Times( it still, of course, hit No 1), and very, very dif­fer­ent from any­thing he did with 1D. Many thou­sands of words have been writ­ten about whether there is a bi­sex­ual sub­text to Lights Up. It has been noted that the song was re­leased on Na­tional Com­ing Out Day, that Styles’s sex­u­al­ity has been sub­ject to fren­zied specu­la­tion be­fore, the video fea­tures an oiled-up, top­less Styles gy­rat­ing around men and women, and that the lyrics (“Shine, I’m not ever go­ing back/ Shine, step into the light”) could be in­ter­preted as a mean­ing­ful rev­e­la­tion of sorts. Cer­tainly, he has be­come a queer icon — especially with Gen Z — who are thrilled by his se­lec­tion of gen­derqueer singer-song­writer King Princess as his sup­port act for the Euro­pean part of his tour. Speak­ing of col­lab­o­ra­tors, Styles worked on the al­bum with pro­duc­ers Tyler John­son, who has worked with Tay­lor Swift, Mi­ley Cyrus and Ed Sheeran, and Jeff Bhasker, who has collabo­rated wit h Mark Ron­son and Kanye West, and his friend, Tom Hull, aka Kid Har­poon, who co-wrote Shake It Out for Florence + The Ma­chine. He has also been granted a fairy god­mother: Ste­vie Nicks, who called him her “lit­tle muse” at Fleetwood Mac’s hyped Wembley head­line gig i n J une. “S he’s a l ways there for you,” Styles has said in the past. “She knows what you need: ad­vice, a lit­tle wis­dom, a blouse, a shawl.” Sure.

Got Styles

Any young man raised in the white heat of a boy­band spot­light must be granted the space to find his fash­ion path; Styles has done so with no mis­steps and ex­u­ber­ant plea­sure. Once upon a time, he would sem­a­phore his in­di­vid­u­al­ity with a ban­dana; now, he turns up to a cover interview with Rolling Stone in a white floppy hat, blue denim bell-bot­toms and Gucci shades, his nails coloured pink and green. His favourite trousers, un­til he lost them on the beach, were a pair of mus­tard cor­duroy flares; this week, he wore a Lan­vin sweater vest with a sheep de­sign that sent a co­terie of Lon­don menswear stylists into throes of ec­stasy. He wears flo­ral suits and Cuban heels, ruf­fled, New Ro­man­tic shirts, Charles Jef­frey jump­suits and pussy- bow blouses. It is flam­boy­ant, self-con­sciously Bowie/Jag­ger, and in Gen Z par­lance, “very ex­tra”. His stylist Harry Lam­bert is par­tial to an ex­trav­a­gant col­lar, dra­matic neck­line and a vo­lu­mi­nous trouser.

Be­sides Lam­bert, an­other part of this evo­lu­tion has been his re­la­tion­ship with Gucci’s cre­ative di­rec­tor Michele, who has turned the Ital­ian her­itage brand into the ul­ti­mate post-gen­der lux­ury fash­ion la­bel, the first to merge their menswear and wom­enswear, and dis­patch male mod­els down the cat­walk in dresses and women in suits. A good look for a Gen Z idol.

With the brand

Notably, the brand­ing on this al­bum and its tour art­work is con­sis­tent with this new look Styles. The al­bum cover fea­tures Styles i n white cus­tom- made Gucci bell bot­toms and a Pep­to Bismol-pink shirt, open al­most to the waist, shot by mod-goth Tim Walker with a fish­eye lens (it is Walker’s hand in that S&M glove you can see in the left-hand cor­ner). In the dreamy video for Lights Up he wears a glit­tery suit and sus­penders, in a sort of hal­lu­ci­na­tory ver­sion of Satur­day Night Fever. Into it.

Stand up

Then there’s his voice — not the mu­sic, but the ac­tivism. Even as one-fifth of a boy­band manufac­tured by Cow­ell’s al­go­rithm, he was quick, quippy and itch­ing to go off-mes­sage; but now that he con­trols his own, he is am­pli­fy­ing causes such as Black Lives Mat­ter and End Gun Violence. He wore stick­ers for both on his gui­tar on his last tour, which might sound small, except that photographs of Styles gal­lop around the dig­i­tal world at hy­per­speed. At con­certs, he has waved pride, bi and trans flags, and a Black Lives Mat­ter flag. He once bor­rowed a flag from an au­di­ence mem­ber at a show in Philadel­phia that read, “Make Amer­ica Gay Again”. At a show on his last tour, he de­clared: “If you are black, if you are white, if you are gay, if you are straight, if you are trans­gen­der — who­ever you are, who­ever you want to be, I sup­port you.”

A vo­cal, en­gaged fan­dom of teenage girls minted his mul­ti­mil­lion-pound for­tune; he is loyal and ad­mir­ing of their zeal. “They’re the most hon­est — es­pe­cially if you’re talk­ing about teenage girls, but older as well,” he told Rolling Stone this sum­mer. “They have that bull­shit de­tec­tor. We’re so past that dumb out­dated nar­ra­tive of ‘Oh, these peo­ple are girls, so they don’t know what they’re talk­ing about.’ They’re the ones who know what they’re talk­ing about. They’re the peo­ple who lis­ten ob­ses­sively. They f***ing own this shit. They’re run­ning it.” Ob­vi­ously, he’s a fem­i­nist. “Of course men and women should be equal. I don’t want credit for be­ing a fem­i­nist. I think the ideals of fem­i­nism are pretty straight­for­ward.” An icon is born.

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