Welp. This Is (still) A Thing Now. Again.

‘‘ambreigns’‘

‘‘that’s what they call them on tumblr’‘

HOLY SHIT

my favorite comment ever

“Triple H has managed to put together an all-time dream card for Takeover Dallas, completely overshadowing a Wrestlemania…..that he’s headlining. Triple H just buried Triple H.“

You’ve been warned…

Lmaooooo

Dead

I hate y'all

BUWHAHA

Keef and Micky ft. Niall and Harry

so the only thing i asked for christmas was the 1d calender for 2016 and apparently it’s on backorder and my mom wanted me to have something to open so she made me a 1d calender…

Retro Game Room Version 2 I needed to patch the walls and paint, so I thought I might as well change it all up.

23 different consoles and handhelds, about 450 old games. Framemeister xrgb-mini upscaler so it doesn’t look bad on a new tv, handmade custom MAME cabinet, and a fuzzy chair and fuzzy carpet :)

A lot of work, and a lifetime of collecting!

And no girlfriend

In an incredible plot twist, I’m actually someone’s wife.

Clapback

clap ha ass back to hell

If there’s one thing you remember from tonight, remember what I’m about to say.  You need to look into the mirror in the morning and not tell yourself that you’re not special or you’re not good enough, or you’re not pretty, or you’re not awesome. I’m gonna tell you right now the things that you actually are not.

This is what happen backstage before the last performance of the season. “Turn Down for What?!?!” #lategram #yesterday #performance #ballet #dancers #crazy #fun #balletlife #browngirlsdoballet #worldwideballet by luz.m.itu https://instagram.com/p/2yjsWrIOZ7/

CAN WE MASS REBLOG THEM PLEASE

I’m here for carefree black ballerinas!

yaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAsssssss

This makes me so happy. They’re so beautiful and it looks like they’re having so much fun!

Ah yes the delicate CLOMPING OF POINTE SHOES. XD

Oh my gosh, girl in the back with her arms waving, she looks like she’s made of smiles.

arnold schwarzenegger is a true gay icon

I hope they’re getting married right now.

Source

UPDATE: THEY’RE DOING IT!

Harry Styles shares his secrets to keeping house.

Renamed paint colors.

i can’t help but imagine harry’s reaction when dumb stuff like this goes down. i like to think he’s not as cupcakey as harry styles™ seems. (that’s one of the things i like most about him tbh)

i’m thinking a mumbly, ‘fucks sake’, eyes rolling so far back in head they almost get stuck there. pulling his hair back into a perfect ,tight bun. he lays on his kings bed. basking in the Los angeles sunset shining through his windows. skypes zayn, opening with a low toned ‘bro’ gives a him a pretty strong attempt at a scold. zayn pretends he doesn’t see. goes for polite distraction instead.

‘nice tan bro. really getting that LA glow,’ gestures to harry’s face.  

'oh yeah? thanks. well trying not to get in the sun too much y'know? everyone here who hasn’t had work done looks like they could blend into a leather couch on a dfs sale so i don’t wanna.. hang on, no, no distracting,’ harry pouts. zayn chuckles. breathes in tightly.

'i know i know. fucking louis though. he always goes too far haz. needs to be told.’

'i know but on fucking twitter, the vultures are gonna feed on that for weeks man.’

zayn sighs, tiredly says 'yeah i know. till the next thing i guess.’

'hm. he always knew how to push your buttons bro. probably a fucked up way of showing he misses you, i don’t know. it’ll work itself out.’ harry shrugs his shoulders. zayn doesn’t vocalise it. knows harry’s thinking it too. but this isn’t before. where any disagreement or whatever would work itself out because they were together, little things couldn’t blow up into bigger things because there was always the next gig or next joke or next ride and they moved on without even thinking about it. they don’t have the luxury of proximity anymore. it’s like when you move away from home and no matter how much you care about them, you have to work at those relationships in a way you didn’t have to before. not necessarily harder. just different. it takes time. it’s just a shame him and louis and all the lads really, had to put on their training wheels of how to navigate their friendships in this brave new world in front of so many prying eyes.

instead zayn says 'yeah I guess,’ knows harry’s gets it. he always understood zayn best in his quiet moments. zayn closes his eyes. thumb and finger squeezing the bridge of his nose as if trying rid himself of the strain of the day

'tense?’ harry questions.

'yeah’

'alone?’ zayn looks up then, a smirk and sparkle playing in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

'yeah. you?’ harry doesn’t answer. just smirks back. rids himself of his boxers. slowly glides his hand down his torso, to those fucking tattoos on his hips, finally starts palming himself. all slow. 'harry we sho..’ zayn breathes out, tries not to let it turn into a moan.

'don’t like it when your tense. d'ya remember how we used to get rid of it? maybe if we hadn’t stopped you’d still be in the band,’ harry teases. there’s no malice to it, pure mirth. harry looks to zayn’s hands, still fixed to his sides, then to the slight tightening at the crotch of his jeans. then to his eyes, darkened and helplessly transfixed by what harry’s doing.  

'fuck off,’ zayn laughs, could never help himself when it came to whatever you could call harry’s off the beaten track, sense of humor. he licks his lips. a nervous habit that had always buckled something inside of harry. harry closes his eyes then, hangs his head back, lips somehow pinker than they were at the start of this conversation, the top of his cheeks matching in tone. hand twisting around his cock at a faster pace. the sight twists something inside of zayn. self restraint waning. starts rubbing himself over his jeans. he must let out a noise because harry’s eyes burst open and it looks like all his Christmases have come at once 'touch yourself.’

zayn looks down, pretty sure harry might need to start wearing glasses for more than just aesthetics reasons ’ i- i ?’

'no i mean properly,’ harry wines, waves his hands in the motion of pulling trousers down 'want to see you. all of- come on zayn, please’

and zayn could never say no to that pleading tone. especially from that mouth, which come to think of it zayn wishes was wrapped around his cock right now. harry was always the fucking best at giving head. all those jokes about cock sucking lips seemed a hell of a lot less funny when harry was sucking him off, everything else in their world forgotten. that thought alone springs zayn into action. jeans and boxers swiftly thrown to the floor. when he finally gets his hand on himself, his body shivers all over. there’s precome already there just from the few minutes of whatever it is they’re doing. harry had always had this visceral effect over him, like no guy or if zayn’s honest himself girl has ever had. they can happily be getting on. as any friendship does in it’s ebbs and flows. when out of no where, one of them would say something. or there would be a look. a barely there touch. and it would set them off. like a kite free from clutching hands. and zayn’s not sure he’s ever felt as free and alive as those nights with harry, or the hazy morning afters too. but they’d always come back crashing down with a harsh thud. being in the band. being engaged. being everything they were told they needed to be to get through this. all that and so much more. it occurs to zayn that so much of that is gone. besides the obvious. maybe he won’t land with such a thud this time. maybe it’ll be a bit more seamless? he looks back at harry then. who’s been watching him this entire time. motions for harry to take his hair out of it’s bun. he’d always loved harry’s hair. harry wordlessly complies. shakes his hair out, like a wet dog escaping his bath and if zayn wasn’t be confusingly turned on at the way harry’s curls sweep across face, almost auburn in this light and perfectly matching the greenest fucking eyes zayn’s ever seen, he’d laugh.

'you wet?’ harry asks almost innocently,

'harry..’

'yeah yeah. thought so. did i? was that me?’

'don’t see anyone else in the room, do you?' 

'yeah good. like that. like making you wet. you still make- i’ll be in the shower. or or with someone and it’s still you. who makes me come y'know. so fucking hard zayn. and we never even. we never got to…’ they’re both tugging themselves harder at harry’s words, zayn whimpering.

'say something zayn. please. fuck wanna hear your voice.’

zayn does after a few restless breaths 

'fuck harry. i don’t know wha-’

'anything anything’

'i-i wish. i wish i was there. wish i could touch you. fuck don’t know how i ever stopped touching you harry’

'me too. wanna fucking feel you zayn’

'how did we never. all those… and we never. i wanna be inside of you harry so fucking bad.’

'want you to fuck me. would you? would you fuck me like we never got to? ’ zayn can’t reply, breathless and head filling from all their admissions. 'yeah. want you to come inside of me zayn. wanna feel it for days’ and with that thought out there zayn comes, spills over his hand. raises his head to watch harry follow, thinks in a far off way it might be possible to get hard again just from watching harry come undone. 

several minutes later, slightly cleaner and breaths a bit regained they’ve found themselves lost in each others sleepy stares. zayn’s spent most of his career conducting a long distance relationship and yet having this level of intimacy over a computer screen surprises and warms him up in equal measure.  

'so you’ll talk to him?’ harry eventually murmurs.

'wha-?’ zayns face scrunches up in confusion,

'louis? to square things out a bit’

'you were always the fucking worst at pillow talk mate’

'heyyy. i’m an excellent pillow talker’

 'okay, okay, the judgement’s still out on that one i guess,’ there’s a flirty tilt in zayn’s tone that has harry biting his lip. and zayn really can’t look at that, he can’t afford to get hard again when he feels this bone tired. 'fine. don’t see why it’s up to me though, he’s already too coddled.’

'yeahh but god he’ll be insufferable on tour if he feels like his former bus1 pal isn’t there~there~ anymore. please. to save the rest of us. for mankind zayn. do it for mankind. how can you say no to mankind?’ harry plays getting on his knees, overdramatic and begging and zayn giggles. looks at the dimpled cheeks, and ear to ear grin and shining eyes on harry and wonders how he could feel so much lighter than he had an hour ago just because of this ridiculous person.

'I don’t know about mankind but i’ll do it for you… as long as you promise to send me that chocolate. you know the one i like. that you can’t get here,’ harry beams. beams at zayns sincere admission and his attempt to provide some levity.

'yeah i could do that. or you could come and get it yourself. if that’s what you wanted?’ harry’s not looking at zayn and zayn can see everything he’s not saying.

'yeah i could. same with you though. the way you were whining about wanting real bloody cheddar the other day.. if you want it maybe you should-’

'go get it’ harry looks up shyly then.

'yeah’ looks back.

'maybe i will’, harry whispers, zayn’s not sure why. maybe because what their saying seems like so much, world on it’s axis turning, thousands of fan screaming, ears bursting, with all that implies, that by whispering it, it’ll still remain theirs. that could be why zayn whispers back, lips turns upwards as he says it, his watchful eyes seeing harry’s do the same.

'maybe i will too then.’

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UMMM THIS IS THE BEST SUBMISSION I’VE EVER RECEIVED!

Who are you??? Let’s be friends. thank you so much!