My new favorite cartoon ! It’s hilarious ! Pussy magnet LOLOL

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Pray for Taylor Love. 

- Hopefully one day cancer will only be a zodiac sign. MuchLove to everyone fighting cancer! Pray people, stay strong! xx

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that awkward moment when you’ve never been to a One Direction concert but you know whats going on every single time they have one.

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Look it at how far our boys have come, guys . So proud .

They’ve grown up so much :’}

One Direction 5/26/12 NYC Beacon Theatre FAQ Fresh Prince, Accents, Lies, Body Switching, Languages (by pattiepadfoot)

“Zayn, babe. You’ve got to try to stop smoking.” you say, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I know, I know.” he sighs, putting out the cigarette, so he could return your hug. “It’s just hard.” he mumbles. You rub his shoulder comfortingly, not knowing what to say. Lately, Zayn has been acting strange… Being secretive, quiet, and even more mysterious. “Zayn, are you okay?” you ask. “What do you mean?” he asks. You shift underneath his gaze. “I dunno, you’ve just seemed really down lately.” you reply. A kiss is planted on your forehead, and you look up. He’s smiling. “How sweet of you to notice,” he murmurs. “I guess I’ve just been tense about stuff.” he confesses. “Aw, babe. If you need to talk, I’m here.” you say. His brows crash together. “Actually, _____, you’re one of the reasons I’m so tense.” Waves of hurt flood your body. “Me? What did I do?” you ask, shocked. “Not nessicarily you,” he quickly amends. “Just something I’ve been trying to say to you since the moment I layed my eyes on you.” You wait patiently for what he has to say. “I love you.” he murmurs. You gasp, and your eyes widen. That’s not what you were expecting! You don’t know what to say, and remain silent. Zayn looks embarressed. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way, I knew I should’ve waited a little longer-” you cut him off by planting a passionate kiss on his lips. When you pull back, you look him straight in the eyes. “I love you too.” you whisper softly. He grins that grin that makes you go weak at the knees. He fumbles around in his pockets, searching for something. Finally, his hand comes back out, balled into a fist. He reaches for your hand, which you gladly hold out. He slides a ring on your finger, a promise ring, with the both of your intials carved into it. “Forever and always.” he promises.

“Liam, I’m bored!” Louis whined for the umpteenth time. “What do you want me to do about it?” he groaned, tired of Louis’ constant complaining. “Let’s go clubbing!” Harry cries gleefully, ready to show off his ability to legally drink.  The boys chime in with their agreements. “Let’s ask ______.” Liam suggested. The boys turned to me, throwing me their best pleading, puppy dog faces. you couldn’t say no. “Sure, why not?” you agree. Harry threw his arms around me enthusiastically. “YES! I LOVE YOU!” I thought I saw Liam glaring at him, but you quickly shook it off. Liam only liked you as a friend, unfortunately. At the club, it reeked of sweat, perfume, and stale vodlka. “Can I help you?” the bartender asked. “Just a water, please!” you shout over the loud bass thumping through the speakers. He hands you your drink and you turn around, someone bumping into you. “Sorry, babe. Let me make it up to you,” an older man slurrs, gripping your waist. You give him the most disgusted glare you could manage, although you were terrified, your heart beating out of your chest. “No thankyou, that’s quite alright.” you say as politely as you can. “No, c’mon. Let’s dance.” He tries to pull you onto the dance floor.  You try to escape his grasp, but he won’t budge. “Let me go!” you scream. A flying figure comes running and slams into the man, who falls backwards, letting out a long stream of cuss words. The person. who you recognized as Liam, is on top of the man, repeatedly punching him. “SHE SAID NO!” he yells, completely enraged. The man knocks Liam off him, punching him squarely in the nose. “HELP!” you cry out, as the security guards pull the old man off of Liam. His nose is gushing blood, and the guards look as if they could care less. “You three. Out. NOW.” you grab your cup of water and a handful of tissues. “Sorry,” you apologize and grab Liam’s hand, who has the absolute goofiest smile on his face. “Sorry,” he mutters to the guards as you drag him out of the club. “Ouch!” he yelps once again, as you dab at his nose carefully, trying to clean up the blood as best as possible. “Sorry, Li.” you apologize, wetting another napkin and placing it against his swollen nose. Silence falls between the both of you. “Thank you.” he smiles. “Thank me?! I should be thanking you! If you hadn’t stepped in, I-I…” you trailed off, not wanting to discuss what could have- almost did happen. “So thank you.”  His brown eyes twinkled under the streetlights. “I guess I can say you’re my superman.” I joked. He shook his head. “I can’t be no superman, but for you, I’ll be superhuman.” he sings softly to you.

“No, Louis! It’s time that you start growing up and take on some responsiblites!” You yell at your long-time boyfriend, Louis Tomlinson. His eyebrows knit together as anger washes overr his handsome features. “Take on some responsiblites?! I have a sucessful job! That’s a responsiblity!” he screams back. You run a shaking hand through your hair. “I can’t do this,” you mutter. You turn around and start walking towards the door. A firm hand grips your shoulder and twists you around. You see Louis, wide-eyed with worry. “Can’t do what?” he demands. “Us, Lou. Us.” you turn back around and walk to the door, hearing his following footsteps behind you. “Wait! Wait, ____! Come back! I can change for you! Just don’t leave me!” you hear him beg. Your hand is now on the door knob as you turn to face your soon to be ex-boyfriend. “Louis, you don’t understand. Let me just take a walk, okay? I need to clear my head. Be back whenever.” with that, you turn the knob and walk out of the flat. Behind you, you hear him whisper “But… I love you.” The wind nips at your face as you stroll through the park. You sit on a swing, remembering all the amazayn times you and Louis had together. You didn’t want to leave him. You didn’t want him to change. Reluctantly, you climbed off the swing. It was getting late, and you didn’t want him to begin worrying.  The door swung open as you unlocked it. “Louis?” you call. You began wandering around the spacious flat, calling for Louis. You finally stop at the bedroom that you two shared. Opening the door, you see Louis curled up on his side, looking sad and vulnerable. When he sees you, his face lights up and he races to your side in less than five seconds. You can tell by the puffy redness of his eyes, that he’d been crying. “Listen, Lou. I didn’t mean anything I said.” you begin, but he cuts you off.  “No, it’s my fault. I should be more mature for my age.” you shake your head. “But I don’t want you to change. Not for anyone.” he looks up at you, his blue eyes shining. “Really?” he asks. You nod, taking his hand. “You’re my Peter Pan,” you whisper. He kisses you sweetly and gently. “You’re my Wendy.”

You sit down at your usual spot, sipping your tea. Smiling as the warm liquid hit the base of your throat, you scanned the small coffee shop. Not many people were there, and you enjoyed the quietness this early in the morning. The bells above the doors chimed, signalling that someone had entered. You turned to the door, spotting a cute, curly-haired lad standing there, with a dazed expression on his face. You clear your throat slightly, making him snap out of his trance. He sees you, a smile growing on his face. “Hello, love.” was that an accent? It was. Were those dimples? Yes, they were. You’ve officially met the cutest boy in Homes Chappel. “Hi,” you murmur back. He sat down in the empty seat across from you, folding his hands neatly in front of him. “I’m Harry. Harry Styles.” You giggle at his James Bond greeting. “I’m _____. _____ _________.” He takes your hand, winking. “That’s a lovely name.” You blush, but don’t pull your hand away. “Thanks, Harry.”  he grins, revealing those to die for dimples again. “So, wait right here- I’ll go get us some beverages.” he points to your empty cup. “What do you drink?” he asked. “Yorkshire tea,” you reply, and his face lights up. “No way! So does my boobear!” your smile slips off your face, and he notices. “What’s wrong?” he asks, and his genuine concern makes you melt. “Who’s your Boobear?” you ask. “Louis,” his grin widens at your surprise. “And no, I’m not gay. It’s like… Have you ever heard of Larry Stylinson?” he asks. You nod. “Well, you’re speaking to 1/2 of Larry right now.” You facepalm yourself. “THAT’S why you look so familiar!” Harry eyes you wearily. “What? No fangirl screams? No crying?” he asks. You shake your head. “No. Sorry if that’s the reaction you were hoping for, but I don’t fangirl over celebrites. They’re just normal people.” Harry stares at you intently. “You know, you’re pretty cool.” You give him your signiture smirk, tossing your hair back. “I know,” you boast jokingly, and he playfully rolls his eyes. “You’re not bad yourself.” this time, he smirks. “I know.” he jokes. His eyes flicker back and forth, as if he’s deciding on whether or not to do something. When your eyes meet, you smile encouragingly. He smiles back. “I need to try something.” he whispers, his voice low and intense. “Go ahead.” with that, he crashes his lips to yours. You’re a bit shocked and caught off guard, but soon begin to kiss back. His lips were soft and smooth. He pulled back, his green eyes shining brightly, and he’s breathing heavily. “What was that for?” you gasp, also out of breath. “I always kiss on the first date, _______.” he replied. “Although, I don’t think this was a date.” he added, frowning. You roll your eyes. “Just shut up and kiss me, Styles.” He leans in again. “Gladly, _____.”