I use to be a real adult, promise
In case in one was wondering if I'd been able to reclaim my dignity and self respect, or if I'm still overly emotionally invested in a bunch of teenagers, the answer is one direction straight to hell.
I swear, I was never this interested in boybands when I was the appropriate age. (Pretty sure boybands weren't made of happiness and sunshine and rainbows and feelings when I was the appropriate age.)
I'm writing fic for the first time in ages, and this pretend boyfriend fic just reached 10k and needs at least another 5k before it's finished, what the everloving hell. I've never written anything this long or with this much of a plot. I keep poking at it and shouting, "Stop developing side plots. And feelings. Why won't you end?"
Also, this is giving me so many Hogwarts!au feelings that I'm not letting myself deal with until pretend boyfriends fic is finished.
So yeah, if anyone was wondering what I spent today thinking about, there you go.
(If I stare at the internet hard enough, this will appear. That's how the internet works, right?)
I've also started collected gifs, somewhat by accident. I was just going to save a couple of my absolute favorites, and then they took over my desktop, so now I have a folder called "so apparently I collect gifs now?"
One of my new favorite things in when I hear Arabic in the background of TV shows or movies and can understand it. It doesn't happen very often, because I don't actually hear background Arabic all the often, plus my Arabic is still pretty crap AND I know Moroccan Arabic, which is by no means the same as Modern Standard, but it happens sometimes. Like Iron Man, which I could understand huge chunks of (which is actually problematic, since Arabic isn't spoken in Afghanistan) or in Leverage, when Elliot calls the little Iraqi girl habibti (which isn't actually gramatically correct, but it's really close). SO, if anyone asks why I've spent as much time as I have staring at a shirtless teenager, it's because I'm trying to read the script of his tattoo.And I keep being distracted by his face. No one can ever prove otherwise. I have no excuses for all the other Zayn pictures.
Niall looks like he's about twelve, and this is from a year or so ago, so he basically was twelve, but that's still an amazing laugh.
Uggg, this is just a beautiful shot with beautiful colors. Louis and Liam are my otp.
Liam and Zayn are my other otp. Look at that hug, how can I not love them?
Liam is my favorite and I just want him to get cuddles by his attractive bandmates. Or his gorgeous, real life girl friend. Basically, I'm just overly invested in this child's happiness and want him to have good things always.
Lips. And tongue. You're welcome.
I swear, I was never this interested in boybands when I was the appropriate age. (Pretty sure boybands weren't made of happiness and sunshine and rainbows and feelings when I was the appropriate age.)
I'm writing fic for the first time in ages, and this pretend boyfriend fic just reached 10k and needs at least another 5k before it's finished, what the everloving hell. I've never written anything this long or with this much of a plot. I keep poking at it and shouting, "Stop developing side plots. And feelings. Why won't you end?"
Also, this is giving me so many Hogwarts!au feelings that I'm not letting myself deal with until pretend boyfriends fic is finished.
“Which Harry Potter house would you be sorted in to?”So, they're all in different houses, and everyone knows that houses at Hogwarts are about as friendly with each other as the cliques in Mean Girls, but somehow the five of them meet and become BFFs. Louis and Zayn are in the same house, obviously, and Louis and Harry have been friends their entire life. I'm not sure about Niall and Liam yet, but somehow they become this group of inter-house harmony that keeps getting kicked out of the library because all they really want is a place to hang out and play Exploding Snaps and dare each other to eat Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. Finally, Liam sucks it up and asks the Weasley twins if they know of a place he can hang out with his friends from other houses, and the twins totally think he's trying to hook up with someone, but they tell him about the Room of Requirement anyways, so the boys just have to figure out how to sneak out of their own common rooms and they have a place to hang out. And of course the twins totally stake out the Room of Requirement because they want to know who Liam is hooking up with, but all they see are a bunch of different guys going in, so now they tease Liam about his gay inter-house orgies and Liam wants to die a little.
Niall: Hufflepuff
Liam: Gryffindor
Harry: Ravenclaw
Louis and Zayn: Slytherin
So yeah, if anyone was wondering what I spent today thinking about, there you go.
(If I stare at the internet hard enough, this will appear. That's how the internet works, right?)
I've also started collected gifs, somewhat by accident. I was just going to save a couple of my absolute favorites, and then they took over my desktop, so now I have a folder called "so apparently I collect gifs now?"
One of my new favorite things in when I hear Arabic in the background of TV shows or movies and can understand it. It doesn't happen very often, because I don't actually hear background Arabic all the often, plus my Arabic is still pretty crap AND I know Moroccan Arabic, which is by no means the same as Modern Standard, but it happens sometimes. Like Iron Man, which I could understand huge chunks of (which is actually problematic, since Arabic isn't spoken in Afghanistan) or in Leverage, when Elliot calls the little Iraqi girl habibti (which isn't actually gramatically correct, but it's really close). SO, if anyone asks why I've spent as much time as I have staring at a shirtless teenager, it's because I'm trying to read the script of his tattoo.
Niall looks like he's about twelve, and this is from a year or so ago, so he basically was twelve, but that's still an amazing laugh.
Uggg, this is just a beautiful shot with beautiful colors. Louis and Liam are my otp.
Liam and Zayn are my other otp. Look at that hug, how can I not love them?
Liam is my favorite and I just want him to get cuddles by his attractive bandmates. Or his gorgeous, real life girl friend. Basically, I'm just overly invested in this child's happiness and want him to have good things always.
Lips. And tongue. You're welcome.