You're my world, you utter prick.

Doque. OT5 Ride Or Die. Ziam Larry Nialler. Lilo Trash. Basically I swear a lot and write a lot of filth.

[soakyourskin]

Be brave be brave but I'm right here anyway, and I'm scared shitless by my own pursuit. Be brave be brave and you make it sound like I won't tear more than just this layer of thick bruising condescension from my skin when I open my mouth, when I move a muscle, when I try to take in enough. I'm too tired for your bravery and your comfort and your warmth and I don't even know how to make sense of my contradictions yet you expect to make sense of me, and I'm scared shitless by being. — j.d.c.

[soakyourskin]

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people can ship every single male character together but when it comes to lady ships they suddenly need a 6 page essay on how the dynamic between the characters works, a 3 hour oral presentation on how the ship is healthy, and finally for all 8 planets to align for the ship to be considered shippable

[lovehigher]

how do you like someone without fucking it up

[lovehigher]

how do you love someone without fucking it up

[soakyourskin]

a grown up, towards my ten years old self: you'll grow out of these obsessions eventually

me, in the present, curling up in my dorm while crying about fictional characters well past midnight instead of being productive: lol when

[loveforlouis]

Shots fired (x)

[alpacinoss]

I was a small boy then I received the bite. My parents tried everything, but in those days there was no cure…My transformations in those days were – were terrible. It is very painful to turn into a werewolf. I was separated from humans to bite, so I bit and scratched myself instead. The villagers heard the noise and the screaming and thought they were hearing particularly violent spirits.“

[heauxforhoran]

Down to his knee. x

[royalevak]

TJHIS LOOKS EXACTYLY LIKE ZIAM IM GONNA RIP MY SKIN OFF

[youreyestellxx]

Lirry dates through the years

[sapphicsinthecloset]

i am gay and tired, reblog this if you are also gay and tired

[lenafromthenordiccoven]

does bi and tired count as well?

[sapphicsinthecloset]

yes, bi people can reblog if they are tired

[desolationpl]

I am straight, but i accept bi and gay people. No hate.

[sapphicsinthecloset]

didn’t ask

[captainlordauditor]

#this is why the gays and bis are tired

[larmoyante]

Introverts, in contrast, may have strong social skills and enjoy parties and business meetings, but after a while wish they were home in their pajamas. They prefer to devote their social energies to close friends, colleagues, and family. They listen more than they talk, think before they speak, and often feel as if they express themselves better in writing than in conversation. They tend to dislike conflict. Many have a horror of small talk, but enjoy deep discussions.

Susan Cain, Quiet (via larmoyante)

[towlersnow-deactivated20210528]

Hi Cris! Alex & Sierra who won US Xfactor came onto my Spotify shuffle. I saw that they released 'As seen on TV' (covers that they sang on XF) in sept as a follow up to their 2013 Columbia/Simco release. This new one is (P) The A&S partnership. So it's a self release? Which would mean they'd be dropped by Columbia/Simco? Sorry for the off topic, I was just surprised they could release something 'directly' related to XF without SC having his hands on it. Thank you!

They were recently dropped by Syco and Columbia, so my guess is that they re-recorded the songs they did on TXF which they wouldn’t need permission from Syco to record, they’d just need to go through regular licensing channels.

Their Reddit AMA from two weeks ago about being dropped is interesting:

Prior to being on the show, we had never written music together, so we also stumbled our way through putting an album out. We were signed to Columbia Records and Syco Records, had an army of people telling us what to do, had huge photo shoots, music videos, we played the Today Show, Radio City, went on two tours with Colbie Caillat, Andy Grammer & Rachel Platten…. and then no one talked to us for 3+ months. 

We found out we were dropped through a text message to someone we had just met who had a friend at one of the labels. So we got dropped by our labels, agency, lost our publishing deal, and our manager all at once. After having some significant, not mind blowing but significant, success. We spent some time thinking and now we have new management that rule, but we’re doing everything else independently now. We just released an EP to get music out while we work on a full length.

Simon’s loyalty to artists never ceases to amaze and inspire.

[stylin-library]

“Who’s must likely to live in a farm with twenty-eight grandchildren?” x

[littlervoice]

Niall on Gogglebox for Stand Up To Cancer

[misterelguapo]

We blindfolded 15 homophobes and asked them to hit piñatas with a stick. The piñatas were actually deadly Asian giant hornet nests. What happens next will warm your heart.

This is disgusting bigotry against Christians at its finest.

[imcisgender]

I love the part where this post never mentioned Christians but you saw the word homophobe and jumped to your own defense anyways.

[cas-swift]

[ifigureditout]

Love Feels Best

Zayn backs up to admire his dark graffiti work against the light wall, spray paint can still dangling in one hand. Seeing the words for the first time, Liam can’t help his lips from stretching into a grin.

Love feels best. 

“It looks amazing, Zed,” Liam praises, bringing his arm to rest around Zayn’s small waist. “Even better than I could’ve ever imagined.”

“Yeah?” Zayn responds, catching Liam’s eye as his lips upturn.

“Yeah.” He gives him a nod, grin still firmly planted on his face.

Taking a couple of steps forward to get a closer look, Zayn squints at the words in front of him.

In awe, eyes settled on the boy in front of him, Liam says finally, “Can’t believe you offered to do the art for my single. I mean, I know we still have to get the shot and everything but…”

Zayn’s silent for a moment, blinking a few times as he takes in the wall in front of him. Then, he turns his head around to give him a small smile. “Well, Leeyum, I’m right next to you.”

“Always,” Liam replies, beaming, a softness in his eyes that Zayn’s never seen before. 

Zayn faces forward one more time to give a final glance to his artwork before he flips on his heel. Stops dead in his tracks, breath stuck in his throat, when he sees Liam’s position.

On one knee. Is this…?

“Marry me” are the only shaky words that leave Liam’s mouth as he looks up into Zayn’s eyes. His nervous hands fidget around in his pocket for something. A box. “I mean it,” he huffs as he watches a whole range of emotions pass over Zayn’s face in less than a second. ”I wanna be right next to you. Forever.”

He haphazardly opens the small, velvet box as if worried it might explode. Zayn can hear Liam’s gulp from where he stands, his shallow breaths filling the silence.

“I’ve been wanting to ask for a while now,” Liam mumbles, breaking eye contact when the other boy remains quiet.

Zayn gnaws on his bottom lip, stomach flipping with every word Liam says. With every syllable that proves that Liam’s not joking, not pulling some evil, misguided prank. (Not that he thought Liam would ever do such a thing anyway, but… never hurts to double check.)

His eyes fall to the box, the silver Cartier band, eight small diamonds circling the ring. Any breath that Zayn had been holding on to before is now long gone, leaving him with a breathlessness and a need to pinch himself to make sure this is all really happening.

“Kept it in my pocket for months, just waiting for the right moment,” Liam finishes quietly, locking eyes with Zayn. “Glad we finally stumbled upon the right one.”

“You know, you were right,” Zayn mutters slowly, a smirk sliding onto his face as tears threaten to well up from his eyes. “Love does feel best.”

Liam’s eyebrows shoot up at the unexpected comment, his heart pounding in his ears. “Is that a yes then?”

“Of course, you idget,” Zayn laughs contentedly, the warmth of the sound passing over Liam’s body like a ray of sunshine against his skin. “I love you more than words can say, more than I could ever dare to explain.” He stops, staring at the boy below him fondly. “Now stand up, please. I wanna kiss my boyfriend,” he teases as he extends his hand to help Liam up.

Liam gently lifts the band out of the cushioning with a small smile. “First…” He winks, catching Zayn’s eye as he sees his grin widening. He slides the ring into place, letting his fingers hover there for a moment too long. 

Finally grasping onto Zayn’s hand, he gets off his knees with an exhale, wiping the dirt that’s accumulated on his black jeans. “Sorry, what was that again?”

Rolling his eyes with a huff and a giggle, Zayn corrects lightly, “Sorry. I wanna kiss my fiancé.”

“Much better,” Liam grins, giving Zayn a quick peck before he pulls back. “That’s not gonna stop. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Zayn says easily. “Not gonna stop until you’re my husband, and even then, you’ll just have a new term to use.”

“My fiancé knows me so well,” Liam beams, and then before Liam can continue on, Zayn’s arms are around Liam’s neck, pulling him into a long kiss.

This kind of love. The kind of love that fills Liam so full he feels he might implode, the kind of love that brings laughter erupting from deep inside of him, the kind of love that turns his stomach inside out. This kind of love, this is the kind that feels best.