the classic businessman does his work laying on bed like schoolgirl <3 and also some smaller portraits!!
fully grown men get the sparkle brush I make the rules
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i found this ancient poll sitting in my drafts but i'm posting it now because after the beast games shit i've been spending all week trying to give billionaires heart attacks through hatred alone
so now's as good a time as any
HOT TAKE TOURNAMENT
PRELIMINARY #287
Submission 170
I feel like I would have survived the sub accident
This isn’t a joke. You always hear about those 1 in a million odds where people drive off a cliff and had 0.0000001% chance to survive but they miraculously did. Well I feel like I’m that guy. There’s no real stats to back this up, I just know I’ve always been built different. Perhaps the implosion would’ve left me an air bubble while I slowly floated to the top. Or I escape just in time through a crease and swim up quickly.
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the moment i saw this photo i lost my mind!!!! this is the louis in my fic, and i WILL be making the rules!
Do You Know Who You Are? is out now!
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HORRIBLE HISTORIES | 02.01
Laurence Rickard in the "Literally" song
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Hot take: Robin and Mary shared a bedroom.... Here's proof...
See that beam, pillar thing?... Idk if other rooms in Button House have the same one but it's exactly the same. Maybe Mary and Annie used to share a room before Annie got sucked off, but after she did, Mary was scared of sleeping alone or missed having somebody there. So she went to Robin and asked if she could sleep in his room with him until she got over the loss. Robin probs wouldn't say no, either because he's used to sleeping in big groups of people, male, female or in between because of his old tribe (RIP), or because he simply didn't have it in his heart to turn her away. So since Annie's departure to the other afterlife, Mary and Robin have slept in the same room to comfort each other.... That's it, that's all
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“Have you seen,” Harry starts slower, as if to mock him, “my jumper?”
Louis narrows his eyes. “Just because I didn’t hear you the first time doesn’t mean you get to act like an ass,” he rolls his eyes. “Which one is it, then?”
“The blue one with a rocket,” Harry answers, hands on his hips as he looks to the omega. “The one I was wearing the other day?”
The blue jumper with a rocket on it is made of the softest material Louis has ever been blessed to touch. He knows where it is, has known where it is since he stole it from Harry’s hamper the day he wore it. But, he won’t tell Harry this, he won’t tell the alpha that it’s currently in what is most definitely not a nest on his bed. It’s just, it’s thick in Harry’s scent, so heavy in it that it makes Louis a little lightheaded every time he gets a whiff. It’s not his fault that Harry has the most delicious scent that Louis has ever smelled on an alpha.
Sure, he shouldn’t steal the jumper of someone he doesn’t get along with. But, minor details.
louis is nesting, though he won’t admit to it. between being ill, the stress of uni, and near drops, the only thing keeping him afloat is harry’s scent. the fact they don’t get along is neither here nor there.
always had that heart of mine (7.8k)
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