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Homo sapiens doing to the do. Homo sapiens homoing. Or something.
December 9, 2025 at 9:48 AM
Homo sapiens doing to the do. Homo sapiens homoing. Or something.
"Is it good yet?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Mm-hmm."
December 9, 2025 at 1:45 AM
"Is it good yet?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Mm-hmm."
Harry really knows how to push his buttons.
December 8, 2025 at 5:45 PM
Harry really knows how to push his buttons.
Harry made them do some really fucking strange exercise that felt more like bending over and spreading your legs than actual training.
December 8, 2025 at 9:45 AM
Harry made them do some really fucking strange exercise that felt more like bending over and spreading your legs than actual training.
He feels unstable, but it’s making him fall into it.
December 8, 2025 at 9:45 AM
He feels unstable, but it’s making him fall into it.
"Ah," Louis hesitates. On one hand, he got to fuck someone, but on the other, he hates that person.
December 8, 2025 at 1:40 AM
"Ah," Louis hesitates. On one hand, he got to fuck someone, but on the other, he hates that person.
Harry’s currently showing off, scoring penalties when he should be practicing something he sucks at.
December 7, 2025 at 5:40 PM
Harry’s currently showing off, scoring penalties when he should be practicing something he sucks at.
He thinks his butterflies have gone into cardiac arrest.
December 7, 2025 at 9:42 AM
He thinks his butterflies have gone into cardiac arrest.
"Why can't you get your head out of your fucking arse and pass me the ball for once, huh?"
December 7, 2025 at 1:35 AM
"Why can't you get your head out of your fucking arse and pass me the ball for once, huh?"
Fuck, He loves Harry’s bum.
December 6, 2025 at 5:35 PM
Fuck, He loves Harry’s bum.
Louis hates how Harry makes him feel small.
December 6, 2025 at 9:37 AM
Louis hates how Harry makes him feel small.
"You’re proper in love with him, aren’t you?"
December 6, 2025 at 9:37 AM
"You’re proper in love with him, aren’t you?"
Louis loves all of God’s creatures (kind of), but these butterflies need to be murdered.
December 5, 2025 at 3:30 PM
Louis loves all of God’s creatures (kind of), but these butterflies need to be murdered.
"Louis, Christ, I didn’t know you were into football players."
December 5, 2025 at 7:32 AM
"Louis, Christ, I didn’t know you were into football players."
You’re proper in love with him, aren’t you?
December 4, 2025 at 11:30 PM
You’re proper in love with him, aren’t you?
Harry is one of the most important people in his life right now. He should have an emoji.
December 4, 2025 at 3:30 PM
Harry is one of the most important people in his life right now. He should have an emoji.
"You’re such a tit. You think everyone likes you."
December 4, 2025 at 7:32 AM
"You’re such a tit. You think everyone likes you."
I would rather fight with you, than love anybody else.
December 3, 2025 at 11:30 PM
I would rather fight with you, than love anybody else.
"Really? Is that how you greet your best friend?"
December 3, 2025 at 3:30 PM
"Really? Is that how you greet your best friend?"
Louis is as dead as a zombie. Whatever that means.
December 3, 2025 at 7:32 AM
Louis is as dead as a zombie. Whatever that means.
"Does it mean you have a disorder if your fingernails don’t grow?"
"What the fuck, Niall."
"What the fuck, Niall."
December 2, 2025 at 11:30 PM
"Does it mean you have a disorder if your fingernails don’t grow?"
"What the fuck, Niall."
"What the fuck, Niall."
"When you're done talking shit, come out with the pizzas."
December 2, 2025 at 3:30 PM
"When you're done talking shit, come out with the pizzas."
I get ten minutes to do what I want you your neck.
December 2, 2025 at 7:32 AM
I get ten minutes to do what I want you your neck.
It feels too good. All too good. It’s all so natural, every movement coming so easily.
December 1, 2025 at 11:30 PM
It feels too good. All too good. It’s all so natural, every movement coming so easily.
He and Harry are not friends.
December 1, 2025 at 3:30 PM
He and Harry are not friends.