harrystylesdildo:

AU: When Niall proposed to Harry at the America Music Awards, it came into light that there was some jealousy in the popstar community. Rihanna was not impressed by this public display of commitment and love. After he proposed, Rihanna followed Niall to his hotel and seduced him. A few weeks later Niall split from Harry and Rihanna revealed she was pregnant with Niall’s child. Ellen is delighted that he twin brother is having a baby with such a beautiful women. After Nihanna Horan is born, Harry dies of heartbreak because the one man he loved betrayed him. Mariah Carey visits his grave every Spring. 

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not-the-alpha:

bilesandthesourwolf:

Someone better have video of that or I will cry.

not-the-alpha:

bilesandthesourwolf:

Someone better have video of that or I will cry.

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surisburnbook:

Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka got married over the weekend in Italy. Gideon wore a top hat, because he’s just that kind of guy, and acted as the “orange boy,” according to wedding guest Kelly Ripa:

"Harper was going to be the flower girl and Gideon was going to be the ring bearer, and he said, ‘I don’t want to be the ring bearer!’ And they said, ‘OK, well, what do you want to be?’ And he said, ‘I want to be the orange boy.’ And he passed out oranges to everybody as he came down the aisle. He came up with it on his own. He had his little tux and his top hat and he was passing out oranges. Later on during the night, we were dancing I said to him, ‘Look, Gideon, I saved your orange because I’m going to keep it forever. And he goes, ‘Oh, you shouldn’t! It’s so delicious!’”

Somehow this family makes pretentious look cute, and it’s extremely frustrating.

surisburnbook:

Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka got married over the weekend in Italy. Gideon wore a top hat, because he’s just that kind of guy, and acted as the “orange boy,” according to wedding guest Kelly Ripa:

"Harper was going to be the flower girl and Gideon was going to be the ring bearer, and he said, ‘I don’t want to be the ring bearer!’ And they said, ‘OK, well, what do you want to be?’ And he said, ‘I want to be the orange boy.’ And he passed out oranges to everybody as he came down the aisle. He came up with it on his own. He had his little tux and his top hat and he was passing out oranges. Later on during the night, we were dancing I said to him, ‘Look, Gideon, I saved your orange because I’m going to keep it forever. And he goes, ‘Oh, you shouldn’t! It’s so delicious!’”

Somehow this family makes pretentious look cute, and it’s extremely frustrating.

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"if you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands"

(via audrotas)

(Source: anachronica, via protagonistes)

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mentaltrvll:

femalerappers:

femalewrappers:

who is this and why did she copy iggy azalea

BITCH U GOTTA LOT OF NERVE

Lmfaooooo

mentaltrvll:

femalerappers:

femalewrappers:

who is this and why did she copy iggy azalea

BITCH U GOTTA LOT OF NERVE

Lmfaooooo

(Source: loveonstereo, via krsldian)

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Sterek Long Distance AU (part one | part two).

"Did you mean it?"

It’s the first thing that leaves Stiles’ mouth, once the tiny pixels of Derek’s screen make up his face. Cheeks all flushed and splotchy, the soft pink of his tongue darting out to lick his lips in that tell-tale nervous habit of Stiles.

"Mean what?" Derek replies, elbows bracing on his knees as he leans forward in his chair. His laptop is sitting on the smooth bedsheets of his mattress, a healthy distance away from his hands that keep curling into themselves because reaching out to touch is not an option. Instead he watches Stiles’ mouth screw in discontent at the way Derek’s eyes regard him teasingly. Like this is a game, just their normal banter.

But then Stiles’ brows furrow tight and his mouth sets in a pinched line, small grooves digging in at the corners.

"No," he says sharply, "you don’t get to do that." and Derek’s face takes on a stuttered loss of confusion. "You don’t get to make light of this, Derek, not when I do you even know what that message did to me? When you said that no, you don’t get to act like this is a joke.” his voice falters, cracks a little, for a moment letting all of that seventeen-year old vulnerability spill forth, all soft and breakable and so so young.

"Okay," Derek whispers, and it’s meant to come out stronger but god he can barely breathe, chest all tight and squeezing painfully around his ribs.

Stiles gives a slow nod, pupils blown wide. Runs his tongue along his bottom lip again, watches Derek’s mouth when Derek catches the movement with his eyes.

"So if I ask" he says and Derek says "Yes," and then "Just

"Will you come to prom with me?"

It’s said so softly, like Stiles is holding his breath too, but it sounds so loud in the still-quiet of Derek’s apartment, shatters through the staccato echo of his own breathing.

Yes,” and god it sounds like seven months of waiting and alone and relief in just that single word.

There’s a moment, where Stiles’ face doesn’t seem to register having heard Derek’s reply at all. He’s all crouched into the screen, breathing open and heavy.

"Wow," he breathes out, soft and reverent, like it’s the best thing that Stiles has ever been told. He laughs, a surprised burst from his mouth and he tries to smother it with his hand, long fingers tugging at the delicate skin of his face and distorting his features when he lets his hand drag away. "Wow," he says again, all teeth and stupid wide grin that makes Derek smile back, lips pulling back so hard it hurts.

"So you’re coming back, yeah?" Stiles says, "Just for prom, I know, but oh my god, Derek, you’re coming back.”

Derek nods, can’t seem to get that grin off of his own face, and he can’t seem to say anything in return. Because he’s afraid that if he does it might be something stupid like I miss you or god i’ve been going insane without you or what he’s been wanting to say since that last call, something utterly inane and perfect like I love you.

And Stiles’ chin jolts forward with another startled laugh, his shoulders shaking with the mirth tumbling from his bright bright eyes. He tilts his head almost fondly as he looks at Derek.

"I love you too, you ridiculous idiot. And don’t even think of booking a hotel because you’re staying in our guest room, or at least that’s where we’ll let Dad think you’re staying. I’m going to spend every minute of your time here all over you.”

(Derek purchases a plane ticket that evening.

It’s one way.)

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Long Distance AU (part one | part two):

Derek and Stiles have been dating for five months before Derek decides to leave Beacon Hills, and Stiles understands, he does, understands why Derek would need a break from a town filled with fire and ash and guilt buried six-years deep. Derek makes Stiles promise to call whenever he starts to feel panicky or when the darkness tries to creep back into his mind (even if it’s three in the morning, Stiles, I mean it) and Stiles makes sure that Derek will keep his word to text Stiles whenever he starts going down that mental road of thinking that he’s not worth saving (don’t you dare give up on yourself, Derek, I swear to god-) and it’s good, it works. Early morning Hello’s and late night skype chats that end when Stiles ultimately tires out and falls asleep with his face smushed into his pillow, Derek lingering a little while longer just to watch Stiles’ face go slack with sleep, cheeks flushed and lips parted, listens to the soft even breathing through the tinny speakers.

Stiles leaves video recordings for Derek sometimes when Derek messes up the time schedules and doesn’t show. 

It’s been seven months of Derek living in New York. Sometimes he thinks that he’s just waiting around for an excuse to return, because god I miss you, Stiles, sounds too pathetic of a reason when spoken aloud.

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