HI-MILEY

No one has lived through drama unless they were a kid growing up in the Disney era of 2005-2011.

We had Niley, the Niley kiss on stage, the Niley breakup, the Demi and Selena feud with Miley and Mandy, Kevin Jonas picking sides by wearing a Demi & Selena shirt in paparazzi photos, Nelena rising through the Burning Up music video, the 7 things video that shaded Nick with a photo of him scribbled out in it, the Selena and Miley fight over Nick through various interviews and radio shows, Joe dating Taylor Swift, Selena getting closer to Taylor while distancing from Demi, Nelena and Jaylor going on double dates, Demi & Miley becoming better friends because of the Selena & Demi fall out, The photos that surfaced that showed Miley in her underwear that were sent to Nick, Miley’s vanity fair photoshoot, Vanessa Hudgens nudes, Joe falls on stage at the AMAs and slices his hand open, The Jaylor breakup where Joe ended it on a 30 second phone call, the video Taylor made with a camp rock Joe doll “this one comes with a phone so he can break up with other girls too”, everyone wanted Zac Efron and Ashley Tisdale together, Miley dances on an icecream cart pole at the TCAs, Nelena broke up, the song Nick wrote about Selena called “stay”, Orlando Brown was taken to jail for weed, Jason Earles was literally like 35???, Mitchell Musso’s brother and Trace Cyrus formed Metro Station, Joe and Demi began dating, Nick and Selena were spotted trying to work things out, Demi and Joe break up, Joe begins dating Ashley Greene, Nick & Miley are seen trying to work things out??, Miley comes out with a book talking about how Nick was her Prince Charming, Demi punches one of her dancers in the face, Nick writes a song talking about weddings that is dedicated to his love for Miley, Demi goes to rehab, the camp rock tour is pulled, Nick & Miley don’t get things worked out, Kevin Jonas gets engaged, a whole town finds out Miley Stewart was Hannah Montana but keeps the secret, Nick Jonas announces he’ll run for president in 2035, the Jonas brothers start wearing their purity rings as necklaces, Taylor Lautner and Selena Gomez begin dating which is Taylor Swift’s ex, The Jonas brothers break up, Zanessa breaks up, and we find out Chad Danforth and Ryan Evans are secretly fucking in HSM.

What a wild ride.

headcanon that whenever kylo is being particularly annoying or hux is feeling more sadistic than usual, hux will mentally blast the most obnoxious music he can think of in kylo’s direction

imagine hux aggressively stalking kylo around the Finalizer with an expression of grim determination while kylo screams “FUCKING STOP PLAYING GANGNAM STYLE” 

imagine the workers being utterly bewildered because no music is playing but kylo keeps yelling things like “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS INFERNAL MUSIC”

and then hux saying calmly, in his mind, “miley cyrus” before helpfully providing images of miley twerking her white ass directly into kylo’s head

He pulled her close and began to kiss her. First her lips, then her cheek, and then her neck. Her skin was like fire, as if she’d been lying in the sun for hours, and when he kissed her lips again, he felt her fold her body into his. He buried his hands in her hair, continuing to kiss her as he slowly backed her against the wall of the workshop. He loved her, he wanted her, and as they continued to kiss, he could feel her arms moving over his back and shoulders. Her touch was electric against his skin, her breath hot against his, and he felt himself slipping away to a place governed only by his senses.

anonymous asked:

Can you recommend any canon compliant?

and we called our calculation perfect love by saysthemagpie

The kisses are getting progressively filthier—his glasses are really fogging up now—when Niall finally manages to gasp out, “I’m actually just a certified public accountant.“

Harry’s reaction to that piece of information is, well, probably unprecedented, not just in Niall’s personal experience but also in the entire long and deeply boring history of the accounting profession. “God, that’s so fucking hot,” he groans, arching his back like a porn star and rocking his hips up so Niall can feel just hard he is in his trousers. “Tell me more, fuck, don’t stop talking.”

Harry and Niall engage in a little post-AMAs role-play.

You Should Probably Stay (A Couple More Days) by Urbanizayntion

After One Direction ended Niall’s been raising a daughter alone, well mostly alone, Harry’s been there from the start. Harry may or may not be in love with him.

these arms were made for holding you by takesmeunder

It starts with, “I’d do Niall.”

Somewhere around the middle it becomes, “Don’t knock it till you try it, Niall.” and, “Who’s the last person you had sex with?”

Niall’s not sure, but it could quite possibly end with, “You haven’t told your parents we’re dating?”

With Nothing In Between by NarryEm

Harry looks so fuck-able in his Miley Cyrus costume. That’s pretty much the whole story.

Or the one that was inspired by the drunk Narry pics.

Scratches by the5boyswhochangedus

Niall fucks Harry the day before they shoot the “Kiss You” video and he shows up to work with scratches all down his back.

Tour Bus by BlackHawk13

Niall and Harry have some fun in the bunks of the tour bus ;p

anonymous asked:

7 and larry ofc <3

7. “I almost lost you,” Harry says breathlessly, shouldering his way alongside Louis into the long, winding bathroom queue at the pub they’re in. “Hi,” he adds, grinning cheekily and taking a sip of his pint before wiping his big, lovely mouth on the back of his hand.

The three guys who were behind Louis grumble, and Louis shoots them an apologetic look. “Harold,” he snaps. “Do you really have to accompany me to the loo?” The thing is, he’s been trying to lose Harry Styles all night. He thought the toilets would be a good place to do it, because what guy follows another guy into the toilets? Harry Styles, apparently, very, very dangerous Harry Styles, who is his best mate Zayn’s pretty new room mate and exactly Louis’s type and exactly the sort of straight hipster idiot known to break Louis’s heart. He needs to get away from Harry Styles, lest he fall in love with him and end up a sad, self-deprecating pulp on this beer-sticky floor.

“Well, I didn’t want to just sit there with Niall and Liam and Zayn and Oli and the rest without you,” Harry explains like that’s actually a reasonable explanation. “It was too much lad energy,” he adds, using his free hand to wiggle his fingers mysteriously in the air, like he’s casting some Lad Repelling spell.

Louis rolls his eyes. “What’s wrong with the lads,” he asks, as if he doesn’t get similarly annoyed when he goes out with them. Even if Harry is not gay at all and just a silly hipster with his long hair and his skinny jeans and his amazing Miley Cyrus karaoke, his presence is a comforting one amidst the general, unrelenting Laddishness Louis was forced to deal with before Harry moved in with Zayn. It would be nice, really, to have a decent ally, if he wasn’t also paralyzingly attracted to him. Harry makes it so hard, always following him around and buying him drinks and putting his hands all over his thighs the drunker he gets. It’s so fucking frustrating; he probably doesn’t even realize he’s being flirty or confusing.

“Oh, you know,” Harry explains, taking another swig of his beer. “They’re all just so, rahhh rahhh yeah! Shots!! Footie!! Women!! all the time,” he very eloquently explains. The bloke in the stall closets so Louis shoulders his way out and Louis is relieved for the opportunity to escape, so he very nearly misses when Harry adds, “I just hate hanging out with straight guys for any prolonged period of time.”

“Wait, what?!” Louis asks, struck dumb and silent, vans quite suddenly rooted to the floor.

Harry turns to the man behind him and offers him the rest of his beer graciously, grinning and saying, “here mate you can polish this off,” before he turns to Louis, takes one of his shoulders in each hand, and steers him into the bathroom stall before deliberately latching it behind them. “Finally,” be breathes, rubbing his hands up the front of Louis’s soft camel jumper. “You’ve been driving me mad all night.”

Louis can’t breathe. He must have drank too much, he must have taken something he didn’t realize he took, he must be ascending into an alternate plane of existence because he thinks Harry is <planning to snog him and in no universe did he see <that coming. “Wait, wait, wait,” he says breathlessly, hands fluttering reflexively to Harry’s soft hair, his broad shoulder, under the collar of his button up silky black shirt which, in retrospect, is a pretty gay shirt to wear to a pub. “I’ve been driving you mad?”

“Yes, obviously,” Harry murmurs, dipping closer, pressing his sweat-damp brow to Louis’s and huffing nervous, beer-frothy breath out onto his mouth. Louis practically drools, he wants to kiss him so bad. “I…that’s ok, right? I didn’t misread…fuck. Wouldn’t be the first time I thought a straight guy was flirting with me..” Harry says, starting to waver and pull away but Louis catches him, makes a plaintive wordless sound in his throat and grabs a fistful of Harry’s shirt, pulling him in.

“Not straight, definitely not straight. I thought you were straight,” he explains, shaking his head in delighted disbelief. “M’just trying to catch up.”

“You thought I was straight?” Harry giggles, smiling so huge and lovely, flipping his hair from one shoulder to the other an rolling his eyes to the ceiling self-deprecatingly, dimples so sweet and lovely. “I don’t think anyone has ever thought that before.”

“Well, Zayn did, too, he told me not to fall in love with you because he was pretty sure you weren’t like us…Zayn and I have a habit of assuming every hot guy is straight though, saves us the misery of having to find out when we’re already neck deep,” Louis explains, rubbing his hands carefully up Harry’s toned arms and to the loose, open neck of his shirt, which is really more of a <blouse he realizes now that he’s touching it, pushing nervous, hungry fingers under it to touch Harry’s dewy skin. God, he’s so fucking fit, Louis wants to get his mouth all over every inch of him. “M’already neck deep though, luckily for you.”

“Fuck, can’t wait anymore,” Harry murmurs, whining low in his throat and licking his soft, plush lips. “Can I kiss you? M’always wanting to kiss you, haven’t been able to think of anything else since we met.”

Louis shakes his head once before craning his neck up away from the wall and catching Harry’s mouth in his, groaning at the perfect, burning taste of him, at the way Harry doesn’t waste any time opening up and getting his tongue up in Louis’s mouth. It’s greedy and messy and so, so good, and Louis wants to fuck Harry Styles but he doesn’t want to do it in a filthy pub bathroom, he’s not an animal.  

They snog for a few heated, feverish minutes, Harry’s big hands everywhere, under Louis’s jumper and down to his arse, where he keeps grabbing and mauling and pulling Louis apart, making him feel insane. Fuck. Louis is achingly hard, and he’s gonna break his No Public Sex rule if they keep it up. “Harry, Harry,” he murmurs, getting his mouth on the shell of Harry’s ear and nuzzling into his hair. “I really, really want to fuck you but I don’t want to do it in this pub.”

“You wanna…can we ditch the lads?” Harry asks, totally, unabashedly humping Louis’s leg like a dog. It shouldn’t be but it <is, Louis is totally beside himself with want and he doesn’t <care what Harry does as long as he does it to him. “Want you so bad, too. My flat is empty, since Zayn’s here…let’s sneak out the back, yeah? Call a cab?”

Louis nods frantically, kissing down Harry’s face, fast and messy. “We can most definitely ditch the lads.”

And then, as he calls an uber with shaking fingers, he thinks he’s never been so happy to be wrong about someone in his life.

I’ve Been Waiting||Corbyn Besson||Why Don’t We Imagine

Prompt: “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!”

Warning: Swearing (obviously)

The music blares in your ears as strobe lights blast reds, greens, and blues all over the walls. You jump and dance in the crowd, whipping your long hair around in time with the beat. You brush the hair out of your eyes and look around the room for your best friend, Corbyn. After not three seconds of looking, you find him right where you left him, only five feet away. Feeling a little tipsy from drinking, it takes your eyes a second to focus. When they do, you find Corbyn twerking, or more like trying to twerk. His tongue is out Miley Cyrus style as he shakes his ass up and down in a ridiculous rhythm that doesn’t go with the music at all. You nearly fall over laughing, almost spilling your drink on the person next to you. 

Corbyn hears your laughter over the sound of the deafening music, his ears always listening for your voice, even at a time like this. You wobble your way over to him and collapse in his arms in a pit of giggles. He soon joins you and the two of you are just a couple of drunk goons laughing in the corner of a party. 

Eventually, your cup runs dry so you pull yourself out of Corbyn’s arms, suddenly missing his body heat as you go to try to find the tap. The house is so huge that it takes you quite a few minutes to locate it. After filling your cup to the brim and taking a long swig, you notice a looming figure standing in front of you. 

“Oh hi, Tobias!” You slur, recognizing the quarterback of your school’s football team. He just smiles, leaning his arm against the wall behind you, trapping you. 

“Hey, Y/N. How’s it goin?” He eyes the cup in your hand, already knowing your answer. 

“Ffffrickin great, man! Never felt more alive!” You giggle, taking another sip of the alcohol you can’t even remember the name of at this point. 

“Yeah I bet. How many of those things have you had tonight?” He asks, giving a breathy chuckle. You stare down at your cup, trying your best to remember though everything in your head is just one big blur. 

“I don’t know. Maybe eleven-teen?” At that, Tobias bursts out laughing.

“Yup, definitely eleven-teen.” He says, wiping a tear from his eye. You spend the next half hour talking to Tobias, laughing at almost everything that comes out of his mouth. You stare at his face for a moment, seeing his greenish-blue eyes up close for the first time. You couldn’t remember the last time Tobias had even spoken to you, so for him to be so friendly all of a sudden was suspicious to you, even in your current state. 

“How come you’ve never really talked to me before this?” You finally blurt out. He seems taken back by your question, his eyebrows raising slightly. 

“I always assumed you and that Corbean kid were together, but just yesterday I found out that that is not the case.” He shoots you a crooked grin, winking. You laugh aloud, giving him a flirtatious smile. 

“No, Corbyn and I are just friends.” You reply before noticing a shadow from the corner of your eye. Looking over, you see Corbyn, anger and disbelief on his face. You look closer and see right through him. He’s not just angry, he’s hurt. You watch as he shoves his way through the crowd and storms out of the house-party. Shoving your drink into Tobias’s hand, you run through the crowd, trailing after your best friend, nearly tripping over your horribly tall heels. 

“Corbyn, wait!” You yell as you step outside, letting the door slam behind you. You find Corbyn standing at his car, holding open the passenger-side door for you. You stare at him in shock.

“Are you coming or not?” He glares at you, his brows furrowed in frustration. You hurry down the steps and practically fall into the car. After Corbyn closes your door, he gets into the driver seat, pulling the door shut with incredible force that shakes the entire car. 

“I really don’t think you’re in the right condition to drive.” You mumble, grabbing a couple of water bottles from the back seat, handing one to him.

“I’m more sober than you think.” He grumbles under his breath, starting the ignition. The two of you drive to your shared apartment without saying a word, the only sound being you drinking your water and the rushing wind blasting through the open windows. 

When you finally arrive at the apartment building, Corbyn’s the first to get out of the car, speed-walking into the apartment complex. You have to jog to keep up with his pace, your heels not making that an easy task. Despite having drank your heart out at the party, you feel more sober than ever. 

Corbyn unlocks the apartment door and kicks off his shoes, leaving them on the floor instead of putting them on the rack like you always insisted. You shut and lock the door behind you and storm after Corbyn, not bothering to take your shoes off at all. 

“Are you gonna tell me what the fuck’s wrong or are you going to keep acting like a spoiled brat?!” You cross your arms over your chest as he turns around to face you. 

“You don’t already know what’s wrong? How clueless are you?!” He stares at you, his blue eyes have never been more intense. You shake your head, a sarcastic smile playing on your red lips. He runs and hand through his hair, looking down at the carpeted floor. 

“I might know you like the back of my hand, Corbyn, but I’m not frickin psychic! You still need to talk to me, not expect me to know what you’re thinking at all times!” You hear him grumble, sighing deeply. “Are you jealous I was talking to Tobias or some shit, cause that’s the only possible conclusion I can come to, no matter how ridiculous it is.” You raise your arms into the air, showing your exasperation. When he looks back up at you, the anger is evident on his face.

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” He yells, making you take a step back in shock. You furrow your brows, your breathing getting faster. “You told that ass-hat that we’re ‘just friends’ when you know as a fact that that isn’t true.” His words make you remember that Corbyn was your first crush. They make you remember how giddy you were as a kid when he would come over for sleepovers and you couldn’t wait to sleep next to him on the floor of your living room. They make you remember all the flirtatious looks and comments the two of you have exchanged in the last few years. They make you remember how the two of you had to sleep in the same bed the first night in your apartment, and how you couldn’t stop playing footsy under the blanket. “I-I love you, Y/N.” He says, almost at a whisper.

You cover your mouth with your hand, tears snaking down your cheeks. You inhale sharply as you make your way over to Corbyn. You take his face in your hands and bring your lips to his, kissing him deeply. It takes him a second, but he responds, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you against him. When you break apart, you look into his beautiful eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” You say before resting your forehead against his. “I love you Corbyn Besson; so frickin much.” 

The two of you stay like that for a long time, the light from the moon streaming in from the glass door being the only thing to guide you. 

anonymous asked:

Super interesting watching EPIC spin Camila's press. As much as they're packaging things in artistic freedom and "success doesn't matter," all of their actions say opposite. In an era of artists like Harry and Miley releasing entirely self-written efforts it's even easier to spot label control. Camila's first single will be cowritten by Sia and Benny Blanco with massive promotion spend. They absolutely need a billboard hit. This is all incredibly calculated and not the whims of one girl.

Hi anon. I know, it’s very interesting to see where they are taking things with her. To even think that “Camila doesn’t care about flopping, she’s only about the music” it’s quite foolish. Any artist wants a good spot in the charts, esp when they put their everything into their material, I mean who wouldn’t aspire for recognition & success? It’s just naive to think that Camila doesn’t care about it.

About Harry & Miley’s singles, these are not completely self written. Harry co-wrote with 5 other people​ on both of his singles. Miley co-wrote with someone else on “Malibu”.

The amount of promo they’re giving Camila is certainly insane. I was expecting a big push coming from the label but yesterday when I saw the building projections… It’s not hard to guess that they’re in fact striving for a hit on the Top 10. Indeed it’s carefully calculated. The fact that there are some Camilizers that think that Roger is the only man behind it… Lord give me patient with the amount of gullibility.

aliensyndrome:

No one has lived through drama unless they were a kid growing up in the Disney era of 2005-2011.

We had Niley, the Niley kiss on stage, the Niley breakup, the Demi and Selena feud with Miley and Mandy, Kevin Jonas picking sides by wearing a Demi & Selena shirt in paparazzi photos, Nelena rising through the Burning Up music video, the 7 things video that shaded Nick with a photo of him scribbled out in it, the Selena and Miley fight over Nick through various interviews and radio shows, Joe dating Taylor Swift, Selena getting closer to Taylor while distancing from Demi, Nelena and Jaylor going on double dates, Demi & Miley becoming better friends because of the Selena & Demi fall out, The photos that surfaced that showed Miley in her underwear that were sent to Nick, Miley’s vanity fair photoshoot, Vanessa Hudgens nudes, Joe falls on stage at the AMAs and slices his hand open, The Jaylor breakup where Joe ended it on a 30 second phone call, the video Taylor made with a camp rock Joe doll “this one comes with a phone so he can break up with other girls too”, everyone wanted Zac Efron and Ashley Tisdale together, Miley dances on an icecream cart pole at the TCAs, Nelena broke up, the song Nick wrote about Selena called “stay”, Orlando Brown was taken to jail for weed, Jason Earles was literally like 35???, Mitchell Musso’s brother and Trace Cyrus formed Metro Station, Joe and Demi began dating, Nick and Selena were spotted trying to work things out, Demi and Joe break up, Joe begins dating Ashley Greene, Nick & Miley are seen trying to work things out??, Miley comes out with a book talking about how Nick was her Prince Charming, Demi punches one of her dancers in the face, Nick writes a song talking about weddings that is dedicated to his love for Miley, Demi goes to rehab, the camp rock tour is pulled, Nick & Miley don’t get things worked out, Kevin Jonas gets engaged, a whole town finds out Miley Stewart was Hannah Montana but keeps the secret, Nick Jonas announces he’ll run for president in 2035, the Jonas brothers start wearing their purity rings as necklaces, Taylor Lautner and Selena Gomez begin dating which is Taylor Swift’s ex, The Jonas brothers break up, Zanessa breaks up, and we find out Chad Danforth and Ryan Evans are secretly fucking in HSM.

What a wild ride.

3

Miley goes to visit her mother Iesha in jail. It’s been 11  years since she seen her mother…

Iesha: Milez! I’m glad you’ve finally come to see me. You’re now 17 and more beautiful than ever. I’m sorry I’ve been here all this time for something so stupid.

Miley: Hi Iesha..I’m not going to call you mom, because Chy has been that for me 11 years. You’ve never reached out to write me letters or even call me. I got tired of Daddy covering for you lying and saying you’ve asked about me! I came to see you and get answers. 

Iesha: First of all Miley don’t come in here coming for me…I never reached out to you while I’ve been here, because I wanted to delete myself from your memory. I knew Chy would be better off raising you with your father. I made a terrible choice and I’ve been paying for it. Ezekiel has tried to bring you here several times I declined, but I love you with all my heart. 

Miley: You dismissed yourself from your six year old daughter?! Just because you were in jail? That is the dumbest thing I ever heard Iesha! I may have had Chy in my life but I WANTED YOU! I NEEDED YOU! A LETTER OR PHONE CALL WOULD HAVE BEEN GREAT! Be Blessed Iesha!

Iesha: Milez! I get out of here in 4 months. Can we start over please?

Miley: I’ll see….

achilles is a gigantic fucking douchebag loser au
  • tears up when watching the music video for enrique iglesias’ “hero”
  • camps for three days outside adidas store to buy the kanye x adidas kicks, loses temper when he discovers they’re sold out, punches wall and tries to pretend it doesn’t hurt
  • shares motivational fitness quote pictures on fb, thinks leg day jokes are really really funny
  • developed a complex secret handshake/fistbump with patroclus, does this in public regardless of protests from literally everyone they know
  • repeatedly demands that the DJ play his song, will.i.am & miley cyrus’ “feelin myself” (“THE MIRROR BE LIKE BABY YOU THE SHIT YOU THE SHIT” odysseus:“NOW DO WAKA WAKA”)
  • has at least two myrmidon lads holiday tattoos (ILL-IUM 2011 or similar), one is on his butt
  • crying drunk (“i just want some RESPECT i try SO HARD and NO-ONE CARES”)
  • probably has a sex playlist
How the Bosses Dance

Giovanni: could probably dance you the best tangos of your life, the sappy romantic bastard.

Maxie: awkward dad/mom dancing, but when nobody is looking he can headbang like crazy, if he gets dunk he’ll insist that he’s the best dancer in all of Hoenn and just end up embarrassing himself 

Archie: knows some traditional Hoennese/ whatever they call Polynesian dances and is pretty good at some generic club moves

Cyrus: No just no, the most you’ll ever get out of him is a toe tap or two

Ghetsis: Knows all your basic Ballroom dances and some historical Unovan dances but when the party gets hotter (like the pop music comes on) he gets it in his head that he’s Miley Cyrus… and I feel guilty for putting the image of trying to Ghetsis twerk his old man ass in your heads

Lysandre: Can’t really dance with a partner because everyone (except for maybe Ghetsis but there’s no way that Lysandre would Compromise his dignity like that) and even though he seems so composed normally you should not let him dance UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE he’ll literally tear up the room.  

Zeek is letting Miley hear his new track called “Thirst Trap”

Miley: THIS IS FIRE!

Zeek: haha thanks sis I’m trying to do a showcase with Moe Dollarz. 

Miley: Goodluck brother I support it if Daddy doesn’t!