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1DEDICATION TIME: Shirtless Liam

I've always, always madly wished for Liam to get rid of his shirts (just once) so I could catch a glimpse of what was underneath - because we all know it's got to be spicy.

But I kind of never really thought I'd live to see it. But oh hell, in the last few weeks, there've been plenty of Liam fucking shirtless Payne pictures. Mmm, and how delicious they are. Like seriously, Liam's made to be muscled, his body is made to look like it does. I can't really explain it, but hot damn - as delicious as our other boys look shirtless, Liam's just a new kind of muscled. He used to be a teddy, now he's a big fucking papa bear. You just can't imagine him as a scrawny boy, this is how he's meant to look. Haha

So before we'll all turn into salivating she-wolfs in heat, let's start with something that doesn't really count as shirtless yet. So let's tale a peek, huh?

Hot damn, that trail of hair. Those abs. I am not ok with the fact that he lifted his shirt up to wipe of his sweaty, hot face in order to reveal sweaty, hot skin - on stage. In front of everyone. But damn, if I don't enjoy looking at it...

I mean NAH! That's just mean...

And now, let's witness Liam making the act of putting on a shirt a true sight to behold before unclothing him.

Heh, that's a good start right? Liam - wet, shirtless, smiling adorably...

God, the good ol' days...he's always been ripped, hasn't he?

D'aww - he's smiling so adorably!

And that...well, there's nothing to say, really.

But I'm sorry. Yes, I agree the pics above are muah - utterly delicious - but they're still teddy-staged. Which makes them cute as hell. Whereas the next ones are most definitely fully grown bear material and far from cute. But first, let's take a look at how god-awful mouthwatering our Liam looks getting bear-staged.

I mean, umm, no? What the hell are you thinking making an orgasmic face like that while you're muscles are putting on one helluva show?!

Hot damn. Those arms. And my god, he has such a beautiful profile.

I..no. I wasn't prepared for this picture and I wasn't prepared for the look on his face or how he looks alltogether like wtf he's all concentrated and serious and worked up. And that jump rope which he's gripping tightly really isn't good for my active imagination...

A gif. A freaking moving image of Liam working out. I'm done for. The way the muscles in his back contract whenever he's doing another push-up...

And now that we've witnessed one helluva sexy work out, let's slooowly ease into to the goodness. Liam, will you do the honors?

Like...NO. That was probably the first one that really caught my attention. I mean how could it not? He's all smiley and happy and the sunglasses are doing a good job in making him look badass and then of course there's his birthmark which somehow really does it for me here - just like his collarbones (I mean wtf?!). And did you notice the little dimple underneath his bottom lip? Just over his chin? God help me, it's lovely. Then of course there's his left arm (well, left in our eyes, anyway and yes, I'm focusing on this one only) which is all kinds of nicely muscled - just like his pecs (and the chesthair that goes with 'em is just yum).

This is mostly in here because Payno's grabbing his butt cheeks. And his hair's looking nice as well and of course he's got no shirt on. But mostly the butt cheeks. Yes, the butt cheeks. Butt cheeks, butt cheeks, butt cheeks. Goddamnit.

Personally, this is where my Liam heart attacks start happening. I mean: great hair, muscled torso, Calvin frickin' Klein boxers and...bulge. Gah.

I don't know what is worse - the view from the side aka "the bulge" or the front view aka "the bear".

I don't know...but these light blue jeans really do it for me. Not to mention the muscles in his back.

And one more. For the blue jeans. They are great, right?

Just...what?! He seems even...bulkier than before.

It's blurry but whatever. This is Liam fucking shirtless Payne we're talking about so who cares.

Even blurrier but like same.

And because the blurry thing seems reoccuring by now: give it up for the Power Ranger! No, but seriously...how does he manage to look hot in a skin tight, bright blue suit thingy?!

And now let's jump full force into fully grown bear stage.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, ok. Keep squinting like that.

Still squinting? Alright, not like I care - because goddamnit all I'm focusing on anyway is that trail of hair...

And now all squinty four of them all in one. Just because it's that good.

I see. The squinting was getting tiring, right? Yeah, I get it. The sunglasses look cool by the w- WAIT. You're...you're not sliding them down right?! Liam stop. Stop it. Seriously. I don't wanna feel your look pierce through me, much less see it and letting it burn me to ashes. Stop- oh goddamnit Liam, you did it! Fuck. You know what's coming next, right? You wanna take a look too, I'm sure. It's gonna be so naughty.

Heh, you're still smiling now, you hunky bear - just you wait.

Not so much smiling any more, are we? Yeah, you know you're hot. Me too. Oh god, me too.

AH.

WHAT. THE. FUCK. NOOOOO. NO. This is...this is all kinds of naughty - it's not even funny. The way he stretches his neck...and his name written all over it - that part's getting to me the most. That - and did you notice his blackened nipples? Yeah, that too. All in all, this just isn't good for neither my eyes nor my heart - or any other of my organs, for that matter. That posture, these muslces and the words written all over him...it's making me think of myself, permanent markers, a shirtless Liam at my mercy (how about hands tied?) and one helluva good time. Bye.

So that was it for the shirtless Liam Payne masterpost. (It was an exhausting one to make, really. Mostly because it's hard to concentrate with pictures like that in front of your eyes...) Hope you enjoyed this little journey. I did.

I figured you gotta stop when things are at the top, right?

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1DEDICATION TIME: Tank Top Niall

I've been dying to make a dedication post about Niall in tank tops for ages. Since he's started wearing them, anyway. But god, his newly toned arms were so distracting I coudn't even attempt to start one - up till now.

There needs to be a post about this Irish gremlin in loose tops that leave little to the imagination. So let's do this!

I figured I'd start off nice and slow. Well, as nice and slow as possible. This is at least bearable - doesn't he just look super cute? Just look at that beautiful, pale, wine red color of his tank top and how well it goes with his milky complexion - not to mention the red snapback. Aww, and that cute smile in the second picture - it makes my heart swell with adoration.                           

And that's where the adoration stops for a litte while. What...his biceps are literally about to burst.

Don't go around squeezing your boobies, young man! Like...come on over and try mine instead.

No. Just no. This green snapback in combination with his white tank top and the sunglasses do strange things to me. Oh god - what's up with that green? Is it because of the fact that he's irish and green's just the color you link the Irish with that makes this so irresistible? Fucking leprechaun.

And here he goes again with the green. And no, don't tell me it doesn't matter because it's a fucking backpack. I don't care. I'm drooling. And look at the lovely texture and pattern of this tank top! God help me, my fetish for it is being unbearably noisy...

Oh my, you see that hand? Niall's sending his blessings upon us with his good looks and a good view of armpit hair. He looks like a surfer boy - minus the tan. The flip flops and sunglasses just add to the image. And let's not forget to mention the tank top. Mmm, it's getting looser around his arms, did you notice?

Ugh, don't you just love how the blue on his shirt reflects his eyes like two laser-shooting orbs? And how the red half of his shirt makes his lips flash in a rosy red? And that mussed up angel's hair! But we're here for the muscles - and they're showing in this one. It's pretty tame considering the next pics, but see the faint chest hair? Haaa.

Yeah well - you see what distinguishes this one below from the ones above, don't you? Clearly, Niall's getting more revealing. And it's not a bad thing either - because his muscles are starting to get more and more pronounced. Just look at his hands - they're so big and long fingered...and the veins in his arms are a turn on. Don't ask. And take a good look at those legs, as well. Shit, I don't really know why, but they look mighty fine to me. Also: nip slip ahead! Holy damn, those nipples...Not to mention that I really wanna kiss my way up to his neck - just because it's looking so enticing. God, this isn't even proper clothing anymore - it's basically a tissue, for heaven's sake! A tissue, I tell ya!

  Fuck. It's getting hot in here, isn't it? It's all too much - the quiffed hair, the lip-biting, the barely there tank top - making room for a brilliant nip slip and exposing an endless scenery of milky skin - and the guitar. Fucking hell, he looks so hot. Don't tell me this doesn't get to you.

Damn, this one as well. I just...I can't. Too frickin' cute.

Just...no. He's a freakin' light bulb and I want him to shine for me - and only me.

A light bulb AND a cleaner. Sounds like I need to hire him. He can light up my world and clean my floor any time.You get my drift.

Umm, excuse me?! What's up with that fucking arm of his? Is that even real? Niall, you gangsta.

And he's just throwing his arms up - showing off his muslces in the process and is like: "Look at these babies. Ain't nothing fake about them." Oh god...        

  Oh my god - his chest hair is being highlighted like the Holy Grail. And his hair looks like its tips are dipped in flames - it's so frickin' beautiful. Everything's so...exposed. So much of that creamy, soft-looking skin on display. And that posture and expression - it's so passionate. God...

Oh my fucking god - it's just not fair! Stop pointing at me with that look, Niall! This pic is already sizzling enough as it is. I mean - his quiff looks like lightning decided to live upon his head, sizzling with white blond electricity. Ha. But god, that chest - I just really wanna nuzzle my nose against it...and place kisses all over it.

This is misleading. If you just look at his head - and his head only - this picture is all angel and sunshine, purely innocent. A cutie pie through and through. Well, that is until your eyes scroll further down - just beneath the end of the microphone. Because then your heart is either bound to skip a beat or start racing like it's about to burst any second. God - the throat, the shoulders, the freakin' chest plus chesthair on display, that arm with the biggest prortuding vein ever and...and it's just not fair that this is the perfect combination of innocent and devlish.

No-hoooo, baby. You're giving me a heart attack, looking like you do. That face, that view deep down his shirt...oh no.

And just a few more of these ones - because they're just that great.                                                 

       Damnit, he's all smiley and shiny and muscled...

Oh no, look at that - he's so adorably red and sweaty he probably had too much sun shining on his sensitive, irish skin, but it's so frickin' cute because the red background highlights it even more.

  Look at his backside. What even...what IS that?! Those rippling muscles in his arms, shoulders and down his back. Just imagine him without the tank top. Holy hell.

And this, my friends, is the opening to an even worse stage of "Tank Top Niall".

What the hell?! I thought it couldn't get any hotter, but the following pictures are the sexy icing on a very delicious cake. My god - his eyes, his hair, his expressions alltogether. What's going on here? These are by far one of the most beautiful and sexy pictures I've ever seen of Niall. There's just something about this tank top in particular. And those arms - how could they get any more muscled?! And those leather bracelet thingies and him having that plectrum in-between his pink lips should be illegalized. He's so perfect.                                        

                                And now for a closer look of this beautiful face:

Like what the hell?! Those fucking ARMS!

    And look at that lovely vein!                                

             And there he goes again with his guitar. Hot damn.

  This one especially gets to me. He looks so freakin' sexy posing like that.

    Aww - that one's special as well, isn't it? He looks so cool and just utterly happy.

While this one here...gives me the shivers - and not the "Oh I'm so cold" ones either. This is so powerful. His face, his posture, the way he holds the guitar - everything. The fire balls behind him just add to the image. This is so hot.

This tank top, as well. Not to mention it looks like someone's tickling his crotch. I...I kind of wanna be that hand real bad.

What's up with his hair?! Like, it's so soft and fluffy looking - all shiny and golden and falling in nice, gentle waves across his forehead. Oh my god - I'm in love with every single thing in this picture.

Just look. Even the boys can't help themselves - they can't resist - molesting every inch of free skin at the fucking.same.time. How are we supposed to keep calm?!

And Niall's just like

The worst thing is: I've got even more of these pictures (if you're not overwhelmed already, drop me a hint if you'd like me to add them).

God, the things I wanna do to this boy...

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1DEDICATION TIME: Happy 3rd Anniversary One Direction!

Let me start off with saying that I haven’t adored you five boys from the start (I know - kinda hard to believe with the way I’m behaving now, right?).

I was like: "Ok, another boy band. Music’s actually good. Buuut - nothing my world revolves around."

Yeah, well - THAT started drastically changing about half a year later, if not sooner. To keep it short and simple - I started obsessing over every single video of you (music video or not) and found myself being more and more attracted to not only your increasingly heart-stopping looks, but pretty damn perfect personalities, as well.

I’ve never encountered people - let alone guys - that are so very honest, selfless, emotional, kind-hearted, good-natured, weird and just plain themselves. That’s what I love most about you, in all honesty. The fact that you’re not trying to be someone you’re not. I admire that.

The five of you aren’t perfect in the general sense.

You can’t dance for shit.

You’re hilariously immature for your age.

The majority of you tweet the weirdest things ever.

You’re…well, I’m already running out of “imperfections". Not to mention that I don’t even think of those “reasons" as “imperfections". Which brings us to the next point:

But you not being completely perfect makes you perfect to begin with. So those “reasons" up there are actually the reasons why I love you.

You’re not good at everything you do, but you make the best of it - which makes it all the more fantastic.

You’re not afraid to act completely weird and not your age - but you do know when to be serious. And when you are, we all realize that you in fact surpass your years with maturity.

The tweets you post are all about making us smile and laugh, the fact that those tweets are sometimes stupid being the main reason we do.

You’re always there to tell us you appreciate, love and care for us - always. Even when parts of the fandom seem to go out of their way to make you feel miserable.

You always give your best on stage. You never ever wanna let us down - and you never ever do.

And you’re freakin’ hot - let’s not forget that. It’s by far not the most important thing, but it has to be said. You’re just too hot to be true. Like honestly, you’re some serious man candy.

But seriously now, there’s so much to love about you five boys that I don’t even know how this post is ever supposed to end. On the other hand - one simple post can’t even capture everything about your amazingness.

Everyday since I’ve really learned to appreciate you, I’ve been thinking about how glad I am that you were brought into my life. It’s crazy, really, the things you boys have done to my relatively normal world. It’s been turned upisde down - that’s a fact. I’ve never ever been so utterly captivated by someone before and I’ve also never ever loved someone’s personalities so much without even really knowing them. And though I’ve already learned to accept myself the way I am, you guys actually showed me being the way I am is perfect.

You never fail to put a smile on my face - with every song, every shout-out you make to your fans, every silly little behaviour of yours. It also makes me smile how much you’ve changed - and yet you haven’t at all. You’ve achieved so much in those three years and I’m so proud of you! Every single one of you deserves those achievements, though I really wish you wouldn’t have to face the downside of your fame…that’s something you really don’t deserve. You deserve to always be happy and content and appreciated and loved. But this post isn’t supposed to take a non-happy turn, so let’s just hope you won’t have to face many hardships in the future.

This post really didn’t turn out the way it was supposed to be - it ended up being kinda lame, huh? I blame you boys. Ha

You and your amazingness and “Best Song Ever" and the video to it - I’m still kinda shaken up because of the latter, still speechless and not yet ready to charm you with these words. But know that I am thankful for every single minute that you are in my life - because you five brilliant boys are the reason I’ve been smiling and laughing a whole lot more. And though I’m aware you’re not really here - don’t even know that I exist - you’ve been with me when I was sad, when I’ve cried and when I was just feeling downright shitty. And you being there gave me hope, boys.

I hope you’re happy with how you’re living your dreams and I hope you’ll never be given any reasons to be unhappy while doing so. Happy 3rd anniversary, One Direction!

Love you lots.

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1DEDICATION TIME: Sweater Louis

So I think it's about time I start with the "dedication posts" I've planned. And who would be better to start with than Louis the Tommo Tomlinson?

SWEATER Louis, to be exact.

I've just recently discovered my unhealthy obsession with Sweater Louis. As if that perfect hair wasn't enough already...NO, he has to go ahead and look utterly delicious in those knitted, cuddle-worthy pieces of clothing.

I'm just gonna go at it with a few examples. Just so I can rub those sweater feels off on you. Or attempt to, aynway.

THIS.

AND THAT.

Just like THAT.

And DEAR GOD THIS ONE.

And then THESE TWO.

And let's not miss the CUTENESS OF THIS ONE.

Just like THE ONE underneath this lovely jacket here.

And let's make the hotness of this turtleneck DOWN THERE count as well because...HOT?!

REALLY.

SHOULDN'T.

BE.

ALLOWED.

AT ALL, in fact.

I'm not even gonna go into detail with all these pictures here - because let's face it: I'd go nuts analyzing the perfection that is Louis Tomlinson in a sweater.

Honestly though, all those pictures make me want to run up to him - his arms wide open, already waiting for me - and cuddle into his warmth. The urge is so much worse with those sweaters on him.

The last one especially gets to me. He looks so beautiful and pure and peaceful, yet also deep in thought. Not to mention that that white sweater makes him look like a picture perfect angel sent to make us admire his gloriousness. And I can't stop mentioning how absolutely perfect his hair looks every time.

And just because you all will get to know that I can't keep a post completely untainted, I'm gonna go down naughty road for this last part. 

Those sweaters may look innocent, but underneath, there's a perfectly toned chest. Bronzed skin stretching over faint abs, accenting a slim waist, leading into a gentle V. And if you just lift that warm thick sweater high enough, you'll catch a glimpse of that bronzed perfection - and that trail of hair that's leading into his waistband...