Why I would really like Harry and Louis of One Direction to be in a relationship.
In the past few days, thanks to this extremely detailed “master post” by Reasons Why Larry Stylinson is Real, I have been thinking a lot (far more than a soon-to-be 29-year-old should be, that is) about how absolutely wonderful it would be if these two guys told the world that they have been getting all up on each other for the past few years.
The first time I heard a One Direction song, I was driving a Budget rental truck from Vegas to Milwaukee, helping a friend with her move. I was all by myself on the road, with only a FM radio to keep me company, and What Makes You Beautiful was playing on almost every radio station (along with Sia/Flo Rida’s Wild Ones, which god DAMN is so good). What Makes You Beautiful was catchy as FUCK. So damn catchy, in fact, that I knew the whole thing by heart by the time I arrived in Milwaukee.
Then I sort of forgot about One Direction, because, you know, I was a 27-year-old professional woman and the only “boy band” that I ever had an obsession with was Saves the Day. Pop bands were never really my thing.
That is, until the other day, when I fell into a Tumblr black hole, clicking on one friend’s reblog of another blog and then clicking on another reblog and so on and so forth, and I stumbled upon that master post mentioned above. And I was fucking ENTHRALLED, let me tell you. At first I just admired the writer’s complete dedication to her thesis, and then I realized I was beginning to root for those two crazy, unbelievably good-looking kids.
Besides the fact that Larry is so fucking adorable, I really want them to announce their love for each other because of what it would mean for all those gay kids out there who might love these manufactured bands (male or female) but find themselves unable to relate to the group because these groups are always marketed to teenage girls. Sure, Lance Bass came out and he was in a boy band, but it wasn’t until N*SYNC was over and done that he let the world know he was gay.
Imagine how monumental and incredible it would be if these two charming British dudes came out at the peak of their celebrity and were like, “Yeah, so what, we’re gay and we really dig each other and if you’ve got a problem with that we don’t care because we’ve got a ton of money and, as you can see, we’re really, really, good-looking.”
And judging by the internet, I don’t think One Direction would lose many fans if they DID do that. Especially if you just go on the very graphic fanfic that comes up in Tumblr tags.
In conclusion, I just wanted to say, I support Larry Stylinson. They’re like the younger generation’s NPH and David Burtka. Adorable gay men who will have the cutest kids ever.
…is when you apply to your absolute dream job only TWO DAYS ago, and your pal, who generously offered to email the folks he knows at the job, did so YESTERDAY, and you, knowing all of these facts, then proceed to obsessively check your inbox from that moment on, hoping that each time you see the “unread emails” number increase it’ll be a response from The Dream Job telling you that they’d love to talk to you about the position and would you come in for an interview? You do all this knowing full well they have no obligation to answer you five damn minutes after receiving your information.
Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)