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Fuck I’m walking downtown and I pass a group of guys staring at me and I think “great catcall time” but then one guy goes “you look like you could kill a man a million different ways with just your bare hands”. This. This is an acceptable comment to give a girl on the street.



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So let’s just laugh again…

So let’s just laugh again…

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Taylor Swift attends the 2014 iHeartRadio Music Festival at The MGM Grand Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada - September 19, 2014.

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El Paso, Texas ~ 19/9

El Paso, Texas ~ 19/9

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Lilo, with Liam as the burly bodyguard to Louis the outspoken politician? Maybe?



ASDFGHJKJHGFDSDFGHJKJHGFDSDFGHJKHGFD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD, Louis as an aimless and unmotivated teen who everyone agrees is going nowhere, getting older and being an aimless and unmotivated twenty year old who everyone agrees is going nowhere, and then one day he gets fired up about some TINY LOCAL ISSUE, like wanting to get a stop sign put in on the street where his mum and sisters live because he’s had one too many heart attacks watching Phoebe and Daisy play near the road and finally he decides to look into doing something about it, and it involves a lot of going to meetings and steamrolling people who try to tell him it’s not going to happen and persuading the right people to take his side, and he gets his way and the stop sign gets put in. And it’s this TINY, SIMPLE thing, but he thrived off the process of making it happen in a way he’s never even come close to in any of the shitty jobs he’s had, and he’s good at it in a way he’s never been good at anything before, and there were some dismissive uncooperative assholes but there were also people who backed him and respected him and treated him like he was worthy of their attention and consideration, and he’s standing outside his mum’s house watching Phoebe and Daisy play and the mother of the little boy next door comes up and tells him how he thinks, yeah. This is something I want to keep doing.

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ziam kidfic pleasseeee :)



A piercing scream cuts through what was blissful silence.

Liam groans as he rolls over, face buried in his pillow as he kicks Zayn gently. “Your turn.”

"S’your son," Zayn mumbles, his lips barely moving. 

"S’your son too," Liam grumbles, curling up and wrapping the lovely warm duvet around him. Zayn’s got a hand curled around Liam’s waist, his palm resting on Liam’s hip and he’s just so comfortable. "And it’s still your turn."

"I’m disowning him," Zayn mutters but Liam can feel him moving, shuffling around like he’s working his way up to getting out of bed. He’s getting better, Liam thinks with a smile hidden by his pillow.

Zayn’s body covers his for a second, warmth stealing through his body as Zayn kisses him, quick and firm before he’s gone, leaving Liam slightly frustrated and definitely awake, which was of course Zayn’s intention, Liam knows. He yawns, rubbing at his eyes as he climbs out of bed, his feet hitting the cold floor before he stands up and pads into the kitchen. He hums a mostly forgotten tune as he heats the milk and flicks on the kettle. A glance at the clock tells him that it’s 3am. Right on schedule then, Liam thinks with a grin.

He makes two mugs of cocoa because even though Zayn teases him each time, Zayn’s mug is always empty in the morning. He stumbles back into the bedroom, where Zayn’s cradling Noah to his bare chest, the baby quiet now and blinking sleepily up at Zayn, who’s cooing gently back at him. 

As always, Liam’s breath catches and he has to fight back the lump in his throat. “Here you go daddy,” he says thickly,putting Zayn’s mug on the nightstand and handing him the bottle before he settles himself down next to Zayn, curling into his body when Zayn’s arm slides around him. “Still want to disown him then?”

"Maybe not tonight," Zayn concedes softly, his fingers digging into Liam’s side gently and making him hum in contentment. "Maybe we’ll keep him one more night."

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