yeah yeah i did it

an anxious boyo

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my animation final!!!! or you know the bare basics to pass

audio from prozd

I guess i might as well put a LAPIDOT thing here.

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Filthy Frank TV Lore Masterpost

I just wanted to take some time out (actually i’m bored) to fully explain the whole ~Filthy Frank~ lore, or at least, the “main” characters and how they weave in and out of the show.

Because, let’s be real, George didn’t even know what the hell was going on for the first two years and the Wikia is a mess.

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headband tae??? CAN I GET A HELL YEAH

(ref cr. mbc)

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Hamilton AU: A street in New York lined with these shops

stroke
  • Nesta: I'm not here to stroke your ego.
  • Cassian: *waggles eyebrows*
  • Cassian: *rolls hips*
  • Cassian: *looks down*
  • Cassian: *grins*
  • Cassian: *looks up*
  • Cassian: What are you here to stroke, then?

Wholehearted , by TheMagicWord

AU. When superstar singer and winner of The Voice Louis Tomlinson tweets “Nothing worse than waking up with no milk for a cuppa !! Gutted” he doesn’t expect someone to bring him some. And he really doesn’t expect that someone to have bright green eyes, long curly hair, and (fucking) dimples.

Harry/Louis | 77k | famous-not famous | closeting | explicit (kind of share that)


He pressed the screen to show him video from the gate. It wasn’t Liam. It was a boy - a man - he didn’t recognise. Long hair, half-hanging over his face as he looked down at his shoes. Louis squinted. Boots. He was wearing pointy-toed boots. Who the fuck was this? If it was a pap he was going to freak the fuck out.

“Yeah?” Louis said just as the boy looked up and directly into the camera and… Jesus Fucking Christ. His eyes. And his mouth. Louis’ dick twitched again and he pressed down on it with the heel of his hand. It was too long since he’d had sex. Much too long.

“Hey,” the boy said and smiled. “I, um, this is a bit weird.”

His voice. And his face. Louis opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out for a second. “Do I know you?” he managed, eventually. He sounded weird. Squeaky. He wanted to punch himself in the face.

“Ah no,” the boy said. And grinned. And Louis felt all his breath go out of him. He might even have groaned. Dimple. Massive fucking dimple.

“I’m Harry,” he said. “I’m, uh, I live just…” He turned and pointed over his shoulder. “I mean, not right there. Not that house. But a few houses down. I’m a neighbour, is what m’saying.”

“Right,” Louis said.

Harry dipped his head so his hair fell forward again and he scrubbed a hand through it before flipping his head back and there was that face again.

“Fuck,” Louis murmured.

“Yeah, sorry,” Harry said. “This was a bad idea. It was… My housemate sort of dared me to– I’ll just leave it here and go. Sorry.”

“Wait. What?” Louis said. “Leave what?”

Thanks to all the ridiculous security briefings he’d been given, his first thought was a bomb. And then he pictured a basket of kittens and what the fuck was even going on in his brain. (A basket of bombs? An exploding kitten?)

“Oh shit, yeah, sorry!” Harry said and grinned again and his face was just - Louis realised he was half-slumped against the hall wall - his face was incredible. Beautiful. Adorable. Harry held up a two litre bottle of milk. “We saw your tweet.”

manip by @melmanpur :)