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She’s much more hopeful than I am, and much braver than I am. For a woman who had been alone for such a long time to be so open to what’s going on, and letting journeys happen, and letting relationships happen, I think is really incredible. Daisy Ridley.

“puts it on, just ‘cause”

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Who do you think would propose? Louis or Liam?

Wow. This might be the greatest question of the ages, tbh. I SUSPECT that all that would matter is who got there first — they are both romantic boyfriendly types who like big gestures, although Liam would plan and prepare and Louis would go to great lengths not to admit how much he cared.

Actually I think there’s a great fic somewhere in there, where after dating for a while Liam makes idle noises about maybe thinking about proposing, and Niall accidentally tells Louis, and then it becomes a secret proposal arms race where both Liam and Louis are trying to plan bigger, more lavish, more amazing things (Liam has rented out an entire restaurant, Louis buys a yacht. Liam gets an orchestra, Louis tries to figure out how he can propose IN SPACE. etc.) while the other boys encourage them and giggle and try to decide who’s going to explode first. And then somehow it turns into Liam and Louis actually fighting over it, and there would be a, “Maybe we shouldn’t get married after all!” “….well, if you feel that way, maybe we shouldn’t,” scene, and then they both go home and there’s some angry crying, and then I think finally a scene where Louis shows up at Liam’s flat, and it’s pouring rain, and when Liam answers the door Louis says, “But I do want to get married,” and Liam says, “Oh thank god, me too,” and then they kiss in the rain and don’t even notice, and that’s it. That’s the proposal. (Whenever anyone asks Louis makes up a brand new lie — “fireworks and the entire Russian ballet” “Louis, no.” “AND I RODE AN ELEPHANT.” *sigh*)

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it took him a while to realise at first. he was distracted by someone coming up on their flank with a camera, and also because they’d never done it in public before. he wasn’t expecting it, but it was also intensely familiar, so somehow it took him a beat to notice. they held hands at home all the time. under the sofa blanket when they were watching telly; in bed, falling asleep, folded in tight against harry’s belly; in bed, nick fucking into harry, pressing harry’s hand into the pillow by his head; and once, they slow-danced to usher, starting off as a joke, shuffling round the living-room carpet, but it ended with them leant against each other, harry’s hand in his, pressed against his chest. 

so nick knows what harry’s hand feels like in his. it’s not that. it’s the flurry of flashes going off that alerts him to something unusual going on, and then final he registers what it is. he looks down at their joined hands briefly, then up at harry. harry only glances at him, then forward again, as if he’s going to war. they’ve talked about this, but only lightly, and they hadn’t planned anything, even though it’s been common knowledge for months now. the tabloids had got bored of them after the initial splash. there wasn’t a story really, in the end. nick was out, and harry didn’t have a career to destroy anymore. and it turned out, nobody gave a shit anyway. it didn’t sell them any extra papers, so they lost interest. being a raving homosexual was simply not news anymore.

this’d give them their last hurrah, thought nick, as he adjusted his grip in harry’s hand, made sure it was comfy, and carried on down greek street, dodging litter and paps and bemused night-owls. now maybe they could just get on with things. 

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