furious affections

i don't need my love / you can take it (a sideblog)

[gaysie]

in the heated rivalry hiatus the fans will turn to jacob tierney’s other works and the timeline will be full of romantic edits of REILLY and JONESY from LETTERKENNY

[ratflame]

Sprint stage weekend meme update

[rogloptimist]

primi quiet quitting the tour de france by telling the press he didn’t feel like going faster

[rogloptimist]

he has better things to be doing don’t you know

[voiturebalai]

tour de france hommes sans zwift

[morerawerbreath]

[twinkmarmelade]

watching sepp's dauphine tt reminded me of that interview where he was like "when i do bad tts i just tell people it's because I didn't try. but to be honest i try really hard every time. I'm just not good at tts”

[mont-ventoux]

yeah sure why not

[tiredadventurer]

Jet Lag season 15??

[leonardcohenofficial]

hate an x reader fic do not put me in a situation

[leonardcohenofficial]

peace and love on planet earth

[cynocef]

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here's a more objectively insane trio bit. for context it's important to know that 1) this is in front of scotty And their producer manni and 2) ben and adam are in the same hotel room in this clip

Sam: Chillin. J chillin.

Adam: We're in the great city of Paris, France.

Sam: With no air conditioning.

Adam: There's air conditioning.

Sam: Oh. Then why was Ben complaining on Twitter?

Adam: He loves to complain. (cross) He hadn't gotten to the hotel yet.

Ben: (cross) I was on the train. (suddenly accusatory) You didn't like my tweet. You saw my tweet, you didn't like my tweet??

Adam: wait-- I didn't?!

Ben: No, Sam didn't like my tweet.

Adam: I think I liked your tweet.

Sam: I... not-like almost all of your tweets.

Ben: Sam is always referencing my tweets, but he's never liking them.

Adam: That's a huge faux pas.

Sam: Well, they haven't merited a like. If they were good enough.

Adam: WOOOOOAAH. Is this good podcasting?? We're like twenty minutes in and we haven't addressed the finale?

Sam: (primly) I keep trying to get us on track.

Adam: YOU MADE ME SING A SONG--

Scotty: (cross) Do you??

Adam: (cross, full yelling) OH! OH, YOU'RE TRYING TO GET US ON TRACK?

Ben: (cross, mocking) Oh! I'm trying to get us on track! Oh I'm Sam, I'm trying to get us on track!

Adam: (yelling) YOU MADE ME SING A SONG ABOUT HOW I LOST MY MIC

[grandkhan221b]

new zealand !!! sorry theses are taking so long lol

[rivalhughs]

ben doyle indigestion warrior

[slayediest]

[magicalgirlmindcrank]

[aromanticduck]

There's wholesome ships and there's toxic ships, but I'd like to coin 'sodium chloride ships', where the individuals involved are both horrible and dangerous people, but somehow being together renders them surprisingly well-adjusted (if a little salty).

[aromanticduck]

The opposite of this is a 'coke and mentos' dynamic, where the two people are generally chill and likeable but being around each other makes them both wild and chaotic.

[aromanticduck]

Here's the breakdown:

[sashayed]

me, bursting through your bedroom wall in a shower of dust: bUT that hug before they go onstage is what we’ve always wanted from One Direction, and that’s what makes them unsustainable as a phenomenon. What we always wanted from them was what they did not give to us intentionally

you: wh

me, briskly removing my shoes and shaking fragments of rubble out of them: One Direction is perhaps the first band to exist entirely within the Panopticon, from the very beginning, and yet even that was not enough for us. Can you imagine how difficult it would become to hold onto a “self” when what people want most from you are the moments of your life that specifically are NOT FOR THEM? It wasn’t just what they DID, we wanted to know what they FELT, constantly. We demanded to know but we did not want to be TOLD. The knowledge could only be “authentic” if it was not meant for us

you: why are you in my house

me, climbing into your bed and pulling your blankets up to my chin: The endless “documentaries,” the social media – we had an unprecedented, and unprecedentedly intimate, degree of access to these people, and still what we valued most were secrets and accidents. What we wanted was their interiority, and when we could not have that we invented it. Wouldn’t you resent having to constantly be GRATEFUL for that grasping, rapacious love? I would

you: are you crying?

me: We wanted to love them by devouring them, and now we have nothing to eat but our own hearts. can you bring me a hot water bottle

[top-cheese]

O.o Why should hockey fans get into cycling?

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