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@1dpreferencesnow-blog
Coming into a fandom late
Coming into a fandom early and watching it become an angry clusterfuck
Being in a dormant fandom that suddenly comes alive again after a new book/movie
Don’t forget about those who come in the midst of a fandom war.
i understand because i went through them all
OH. MY. GOD.
Preference #4 - He's Drunk
Niall: He’s mean. “Sssstop bein’ such an uptight b-bitch! I onlyyyy had a f-few pints a-anyway!” He yells, slamming his phone on the kitchen counter as you watch from the living room doorway, arms crossed. He had promised to be home at eight because you were planning a new recipe that you were excited to try but it was now three thirty in the morning and he had only just gotten home. “I’m so tired of your shit, Niall! I’m done! If you think I’m staying here tonight with your sorry ass, you’re crazier than I thought,” you exclaim, looking into his bloodshot blue eyes and shoving past him to go get an overnight bag. “Fine. Have f-fun!” He calls after you as you march up the stairs and slam the bedroom door. Fifteen minutes later you stomp back downstairs, bag and purse in tow only to find your intoxicated boyfriend slumped against the front door, head in his hands. “Can you please move?” You ask irritated through gritted teeth. “P-please don’t go,” he whimpers, looking up at you with watering eyes and you feel your entire demeanor shift. “I can’t deal with this right now, Niall. Will you move, please?” you ask again softly. Defeated and dejected he clumsily pulls himself off of the tile floor. “I’m s-sorry. I reaaally am. I’m g-gonna stop d-drinkin’ like this. I can’t do thissss to you. I can’t lose youuu,” he explains, tired eyes meeting yours. “P-please don’t g-go. I g-give you a m-million reasons to l-leave but just sssstay tonight,” he pleads desperately. All you can do is nod and drop your bags, hoping his words are meant, before he wraps his arms around you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
Louis: He’s emotional. When your phone rings for the third night in a row at about the same time you already knew what was going on but you answer anyway. “Haz?” You ask, wiping the sleep from your eyes. “Sorry to wake you up again, love. It’s just that Lou-“ the Cheshire boy begins before you cut him off. “It’s fine, I’m on my way,” you sigh before you two hung up. Reluctantly rolling out of bed you pull on a pair of jeans and a hoodie before grabbing your wallet and phone and heading over to the local bar. Your boyfriend Louis had been having a bit of a rough time lately with the Larry Stylinson and other rude rumors and unfortunately he had been attempting to drown out his miseries with alcohol. It clearly wasn’t working. When you pull up it’s easy to spot who you were looking for, even though there luckily weren’t any paps creating a scene. Unlocking the doors you watch silently as a sober Harry and Liam support Louis’ weight between them, basically dragging him to your car. You can tell he was crying again, it was obvious, really, with his red and tired eyes and wet eyelashes and cheeks. “H-hi b-baby,” he manages between holding in sobs as the boys struggle to buckle him into the car. “Hi,” you reply quietly, trying to keep it together for him, not wanting to upset him any more. It kills you inside to see your happy go lucky boyfriend being torn apart. “Thanks guys,” you smile sadly at Harry and Liam when they’re done and they return the gesture before closing the door and heading back into the bar. “Are you m-mad?” Louis asks sheepishly as you start the car. You turn to look at him and feel a sharp pain in your chest. He is barely recognizable in the moonlight flooding through the window. His hair is sticking up in odd directions, clothes crumpled, irritated and moist eyes and cheeks. This wasn’t your Louis. This Louis looked like a lost and abandoned puppy. “No, baby. I could never be mad, I promise. This isn’t your fault,” you shake your head, reaching over to wipe a stray tear away from his once bright blue eyes. “G-good. I d-don’t think I c-could handle it if you w-were,” he sniffles, glancing at you and you simply pull the broken boy into your arms, both of you breaking down, only one a bit more quietly than the other.
Liam: He’s confused. “Merry birthday, baby! I’m sssssooooo happy for yoooooooooou!” he exclaims and you giggle, holding his hand as you lead him out of the club and to the car waiting to take you home. “Happy birthday, Liam,” you correct, rolling your eyes. Liam didn’t like to get completely wasted very often but when he did he usually had no idea what was going on, where he was, or who anyone was. It was awfully amusing to say the least. “Noooo, silly! It’s your holiday not miiiiine!” he replies, as if the answer were obvious and you just laugh again as you slide into the car with him behind you. The driver starts the car and begins to pull away when your boyfriend turns to you with a slightly confused look, “Can you keep a seeeecret?” When you nod, knitting your eyebrows, he hiccups before continuing. “My girlfrrrrriend went home withouuuut meee and I didn’t get to tellllll herrrrrrr something. I waaaaanted to tell herrrrrr how muuuuuuch I loveeee herrrr!” he exclaims with a glazed look over his big brown eyes and a content grin on his face. “Well I’m sure she’ll be happy to hear all about it tomorrow,” you smile and he nods, resting his head on your shoulder. “I hope sheee lovessssss me tooooo,” he says quietly. “I know she does,” you reply softly.
Zayn: He’s sick. Normally, your boyfriend can hold his own very well when it comes to alcohol but maybe that’s because he has his limits. And maybe the reason you’re comforting him is because tonight he surpassed his limits. Multiple times. “I feel soooo s-sick,” he moans, clutching his stomach while huddling into you as you two lay in your bed. “I know babe. Just drink a little more water for me, please,” you reply, running your fingers through his dark hair and handing him the bottle. You watch as he winces and barely manages a few gulps before he hands it back. You’re both silent for a few minutes, him wrapping one arm around his stomach and one around your waist and you with one around his back and one still toying with his hair in an attempt to distract him. “Thank you,” he says suddenly, glancing up at you, “I’ve never had anyone stay up with me like this.” “Don’t worry about it,” you smile softly, planting a small kiss on his forehead.
Harry: He’s honest. After your night out was cancelled due to horrible weather, you two had decided to simply have a night in. It had consisted of watching stupid made for television movies, telling old stories, and of course lots of drinking. “Babe,” your very intoxicated boyfriend mumbles in your ear as the current movie goes to a commercial break. “Hmm?” You reply, turning the blaring advertisements down. “ I h-have something I neeeeeed to tell you,” he slurs, his breath hot on your neck. “And what’s that?” You ask, smirking as he gently rolls on top of you, supporting his weight with his arms on either side of you. “I am absolutelyyyyy, p-positively, head overrr heelssss in love withhhh youuuu,” he confesses in your ear, his voice low and raspy. You tug him closer, grinning and whisper in his ear, “That’s good, cause I kinda like you too.”
#harry summoning the demons
GUYS I'VE BEEN READING THE FANFIC "Dark" ALL NIGHT AND ASDFGHJKL URGH I LOVE IT
Link here: http://onedirectionfanfiction.com/viewstory.php?sid=13374
Note: It is very sexually and detailed. Do not read it if you’re under the age of 12
If you read it, I would love to know your thoughts on it xxx
Oh My God.. This is just.. Oh My GOD!!!
0:01 - Maroon 5 feat. Wiz Khalifa - “Payphone 0:03- The Wanted - “Glad You Came” 0:05 - Flo Rida - “Whistle” 0:08- Maroon 5 feat. Wiz Khalifa - “Payphone 0:10- The Wanted - “Glad You Came” 0:12- Flo Rida - “Whistle” ~0:19 0:20- Christina Aguilera - “Your Body” 0:24- Christina Aguilera - “Your Body”+ Usher - “Scream” +Ellie Goulding - “Lights”(0:27) 0:35- Ellie Goulding - “Lights” 0:39- Jennifer Lopez feat. Pitbull - “Dance Again” 0:42- Jennifer Lopez feat. Pitbull - “Dance Again” +Brown - “Don’t Wake Me Up 0:47- LMFAO - “Sorry For Party Rocking” 0:50 - Fun- “Some nights” 0:57- Kelly Clarkson- “Stronger” 1:04- Maroon 5 - “Payphone” 1:05- Far East Movement feat. Justin Bieber - “Live My Life” 1:11- Jessie J - “Domino” 1:12- Jessie J - “Domino” + Calvin Harris feat. Ne-Yo - “Let’s Go” 1:13- Calvin Harris feat. Ne-Yo - “Let’s Go” + Chris Brown - “Turn Up The Music” 1:28 -Calvin Harris feat. Ne-Yo - “Let’s Go” 1:32- Calvin Harris feat. Ne-Yo - “Let’s Go” + Maroon 5 - “One More Night” 1:42- Jessie J - “Domino” 1:44- Carly Rae Jepson - “Call Me Maybe” 1:51- P!nk - “Blow Me (One Last Kiss)” 1:58- Flo Rida feat. Sia - “Wild Ones” 2:02- Calvin Harris feat. Ne-Yo - “Let’s Go 2:03- Calvin Harris feat. Ne-Yo - “Let’s Go”+ Rita Ora - “How We Do (Party)” 2:07- Jessie J - “Domino” 2:13- “Let’s Go” 2:13- Jessie J - “Domino” (+ “We are young”) 2:29- Adele - “Set Fire To The Rain” (instr. We are young+ Brokenhearted) 2:44- Katy Perry - “Part Of Me” 3:00- Ne-Yo - “Let Me Love You “ 3:02- Demi Lovato - “Give Your Heart A Break” 3:10- Katy Perry - “Part Of Me” 3:16- Ne-Yo - “Let Me Love You “ 3:18- Demi Lovato - “Give Your Heart A Break” 3:26- Katy Perry - “Part Of Me” 3:33- Fun feat. Janelle Monáe - “We Are Young” 3:42- “We Are Young”+Katy Perry - “Wide Awake” (3:44)+ Nelly Furtado- “Big Hoops (Bigger The Better)” (3:56-4:00) 4:01- Justin Bieber - “Boyfriend” :P + Cher Lloyd - “Want U Back” (4:03) 4:22- Owl City & Carly Rae Jepson - “Good Time” 4:29- Nicky Minaj - “Starships” 4:33- “Good Time” 4:35- PSY- Gangnam Style! 4:36- Alex Clare - “Too Close” 4:40- Usher - “Climax” 4:43- Justin Bieber feat. Big Sean - “As Long As You Love Me” 4:44- Gangnam Style! 4:48-“Good Time” 4:51- Ke$ha - “Die Young” 4:55- One Direction - “What Makes You Beautiful” 4:58- “As Long As You Love Me” 4:59- PSY- Gangnam Style 5:03- “Good Time” 5:07- Rihanna - “Diamonds” + PSY- Gangnam Style 5:13- Nicky Minaj - “Pound The Alarm” 5:14- Rihanna - “Where Have You Been” 5:29- Gangnam Style! 5:43- Adele - “Skyfall” 5:46- David Guetta feat. Sia - “Titanium” 6:15- One Direction - “Live While We’re Young” 6:26- Will.I.Am feat. Eva Simons - “This is Love” 6:28- Pitbull feat. Chris Brown - “International Love” 6:30- David Guetta feat. Chris Brown & Lil Wayne - “I Can Only Imagine” 6:33- Rihanna - “Where Have You Been” 6:37- Swedish House Mafia - “Don’t You Worry Child” 6:41- Gotye feat. Kimbra - “Somebody That I Used To Know” 6:45- Enrique Iglesias feat. Sammy Adams - “Finally Found You” 7:00- Zedd feat. Matthew Koma - “Spectrum” 7:12-“Somebody That I Used To Know” 7:15- Madonna feat. M.I.A. & Nicky Minaj - “Give Me All Your Luvin’” 7:31-Good Time (instr. “Somebody that I used to know)
OMG
This gives me feels on how pretty amazing the year was for music
the best of 2012: twitter edition
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Niall speaking French [x]
Reblog > Go to your tumblr > Click in the house > And try to get out of the house.
banannicka:
they-all-leave:
I JUST SPENT 2 HOURS OF MY LIFE TRYING TO FIGURE THIS OUT. OMG. MOST DIFFICULT THING I’VE EVER DONE.
it took me 3 fucking hours
I LOVE THESE GAMES.
Also took 2 hours. Last puzzle got me.
ive played this before, it took me like 45 minutes to get out
it took me less than 5 seconds to get out
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ OH MY FUCKING GOD. I CANT. THIS IS WHY I LOVE TUMBLR.
^^^^^^^^ A+++++++
Ed, Edd and Eddy are dead
“Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy was one of Cartoon Network’s original programs created back in the late ’90s. It’s a pretty simple, wholesome show about three kids (all named some variation of Edward) who … really, they just spend a lot of time trying to scam the other kids on their block. They’re kind of assholes. OK, so maybe it’s not so wholesome.
The Theory:
You know what else isn’t wholesome? Dead kids. This theory proposes that all the children on the show are actually dead, and the neighborhood they live in is purgatory. But then again, they said the same thing about Lost and it turned out to be bullshit (mostly).
Why It’s Not That Crazy:
For one thing, some of these kids already look like they’re dead: Pretty much everyone in this neighborhood has weird skin tones or odd-colored tongues, like corpses might have.
But then there’s the fact that there are no adults in the show: They’re mentioned, but never seen. You do see vague silhouettes of adults on a few occasions, but they never move (yeah, that’s not creepy or anything). The closest thing to an adult we ever see is Eddy’s older brother, whom they meet the only time in the entire show’s history when they leave their neighborhood/purgatory. However, the guy turns out to be a complete piece of shit, meaning that it’s totally feasible that they were simply visiting him in hell. This would also explain why the setting of the show is so hard to pinpoint: In one episode, the kids are seen using a typewriter, despite having been shown using a computer in another, and they seem to know what a cassette tape is, unlike most teens of the 2000s. The theory holds that this is because each one came from a different period in American history:
Rolf, the weird kid with the inexplicable Eastern European accent, died in the early 1900s in a farming accident. Johnny, the one whose best friend is a plank, comes from the 1920s, when owning a piece of wood with a face painted on it made you the most popular kid on the block. Jimmy, the sickly kid with yellowish skin, died of leukemia in the 2000s, and so on.
The theory also alleges that there’s one set of characters who aren’t dead, but not alive either. The antagonistic Kanker sisters, who frequently abuse and berate all the other kids on the show, are actually demons placed in purgatory to torture them. Coincidentally, they are the only regular characters who have pink tongues … just like non-dead people do.”
http://www.cracked.com/article_19882_6-insane-but-convincing-fan-theories-about-kids-cartoons_p2.html#ixzz2CBLBWLUp
MY MIND IS FUCKING BLOWN!!!
oh wow this is fucking COOL!
reblog because wow what a great quality audio file this is
wow this file really is high quality
im kind of shocked
i thought the comments were being sarcastic im not sure if im disappointed or not
dude holy shit you’re right.
this sounds like a younger chester see
The fact that I actually listened to the whole thing..
AU meme; You and Niall break up because you’ve seen pictures with him and another girl at a night club. You guys have a massive fight, and don’t talk for awhile. After three weeks of not talking, he texts you and begs you to take him back. But instead of giving him an answer. You send him a message back asking if it was easy letting you go. Niall clutches his phone hard when he sees the message, and begins to become teary, and his anger rises. He never wanted to let you go, but he knows you deserves someone that will treat you right, and will always be there for you.
AI request; can you do Niall a rejection au meme? :)
mah feels hurt
“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”
omg yes
lol yes, so then i can shave.
Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!
One minute, 37 seconds. My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None. One minute, 29 secods. I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria. One minute, six seconds. Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me. 54 seconds. Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls? 30 seconds. Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously. 25 seconds. That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction. 20 seconds. I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up. 19. Faster. 18. Quicker. 17. More rapid. 16. It’s racing. Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever. My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me. 10 seconds. The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate. 5. My heart has given up entirely. 4. I stop walking. 3. Just waiting left. 2. Everything is about to change. 1. Deep breath.
0000 d 00 h 00 m 00 s
Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones. “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?” As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”
wowowow yeeesss
fUCK
Sounds like larry doyle could do it well. Also if this were real i wouldnt be so fucking sad
Best thing I've read on tumblr.
Professor : You are a Christian, aren’t you, son?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor: So, you believe in GOD?
Student : Absolutely, sir.
Professor : Is GOD good?
Student : Sure.
Professor: Is GOD all powerful?
Student : Yes.
Professor: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn’t. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?
(Student was silent.)
Professor: You can’t answer, can you ? Let’s start again, young fella. Is GOD good?
Student : Yes.
Professor: Is satan good?
Student : No.
Professor: Where does satan come from?
Student : From … GOD …
Professor: That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Student : Yes.
Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?
Student : Yes
Professor: So who created evil ?
(Student did not answer.)
Professor: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor: So, who created them ?
(Student had no answer.)
Professor: Science says you have 5 Senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son, have you ever seen GOD?
Student : No, sir.
Professor: Tell us if you have ever heard your GOD?
Student : No , sir.
Professor: Have you ever felt your GOD, tasted your GOD, smell your GOD? Have you ever had any sensory perception of GOD for that matter?
Student : No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.
Professor: Yet you still believe in Him?
Student : Yes.
Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?
Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.
Professor: Yes, faith. And that is the problem Science has.
Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?
Professor: Yes.
Student : And is there such a thing as cold?
Professor: Yes.
Student : No, sir. There isn’t.
(The lecture theatre became very quiet with this turn of events.)
Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.
(There was pin-drop silence in the lecture theater.)
Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?
Professor: Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness?
Student : You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light. But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its called darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If it is, were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?
Professor: So what is the point you are making, young man?
Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.
Professor: Flawed ? Can you explain how?
Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good GOD and a bad GOD. You are viewing the concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?
Professor: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.
Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?
(The Professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument was going.)
Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor. Are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?
(The class was in uproar.)
Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain?
(The class broke out into laughter.)
Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?
(The room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face unfathomable.)
Professor: I guess you’ll have to take them on faith, son.
Student : That is it sir… Exactly ! The link between man and GOD is FAITH. That is all that keeps things alive and moving.
That student was Albert Einstein.
mm yangely wayz ssezcrumpin jumpbean ive got all the gays now over there john aye mate
I’ve listened to this like about 20 times and I still can’t understand what he’s saying. This ^^ is just too accurate though, but I still have no idea what he’s saying. x
Some people are deaf. “The only way is Essex bruv, do you know what I mean? I’ve got all the gear, no idea, do you know what I mean mate.”
^wtf are you?!
Rap version of KISS YOU
how does this not have 34875430924870839729-347589634-98572348758947834829437895473 notes?
I just love this so much
everyone who reblogs this will get a pROMO I BEG OF U
I’M SO CLOSE TO MY GOAL OMFG
