#feeling a little goofy today lads

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primarchs + tweets (part one and two)

#feeling a little goofy today lads #rogal dorn #sanguinius #roboute guilliman #perturabo #jaghatai khan #leman russ #lion el'jonson #primarchs #warhammer 40k #wh40k #tempest text

[watermelonsugacry]

Hiii!! I loveeee ur work and after reading best song ever mv fic I've had this idea of like soml mv.. like y/n is with all her family and harry is just being goofy and loved bye them and i really want to se Anne and y/n intract like i think she would have an idea that harry has a little crush on her and like in the last after talking to y/n Anne teases harry and he gets all blushy...!

Not That Simple

A/N: writing about yn's stepmum brings me so much happiness i can't really explain it. hope you enjoy it lovies 💚

SUMMARY: Harry and YN being oblivious idiots and lie to their mums on the set of filming for their new music video, Story of My Life. (3.2k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

SINCE 2010 masterlist

"YN! Mon amour comment vas-tu?” My love, how are you?

"Hey Penny." YN smiles warmly as her stepmum walks into the set studio and shares a quick, squished hug from her. 

Today is the day when One Direction films their music video for their upcoming single, Story Of My Life. It’s an exciting time for the band because they were able to bring along some of their family members to re-create some of their childhood photos. YN didn’t have much family outside from growing up with the Tomlinsons other than one of her favorite people in the world.

"How was the drive over here? Was Noah nice to yeh?" YN asks, referring to her head of security she sent to go get her stepmum from the airport. 

"Oh he was an absolute doll, but he was completely unnecessary, baby. Yeh know I can handle meself." She pushes her sunglasses on top of her head and there’s no denying how truly gorgeous Penny is. She did yoga to keep fit and wore tight fitting jeans to show off her curvy figure. For as long as YN has known her, her stepmum always wore her dark hair down and long enough to cascade down her back. She used to joke that she could hear Penny coming from a mile away by all the bracelets and necklaces she wears—it reminds her of her hippie days when she was younger.

"Was just a safety thing, Pen."

"Yeh worry too much. Now," Penelope claps and rubs her hands together. "Where are those hunky lads? Oh!" She brushes past her stepdaughter once she notices them all huddled around each other as they chat amongst themselves. 

"Pen...Penny!" YN whisper shouts at her stepmum but it's no use because the woman is quickly and confidently making her way towards the boys.

"Hiya lads!" Penelope raises her arms excitingly in the air, her hips shimming from side to side.

"Penny!" All the boys cheer, smiles from ear to ear as they go around giving her hugs and kisses on the cheek in greeting. There’s no denying how much the boys all love her stepmum. They can easily tell where YN sponged onto some of her personality from. 

“You boys have grown up so much!” She gushes. Penelope grabs ahold of Louis’s chin and shifts his head around for her to look at. She playfully scrunches up her nose. “Lou, you’ve got some stuff on yeh face.”

All the boys laugh at her poke at his facial hair. He swats her hand away before stepping forward into her open arms. “Ha, ha. Very funny.”

"Hey Ms. YLN." Harry smiles sweetly after his turn giving YN’s mum a hug, only to receive a playful pat on the chest from the older woman.

"Now Harold, how many bloody times do I need to remind yeh to stop calling meh tha'. Makes me feel old."

"Penelope is quite a character isn't she?" Anne tells YN with a sweet smile. It was so nice to have some of the mums come on for this project. Anne was one of the first ones to arrive and her and YN have been talking almost non-stop. She was such an easy person to talk with that YN almost wanted to talk to her about her confusing feelings towards her son.

"Aren't yeh just the cutest, sweetest lad around?" Harry chuckles when the woman pinches at his cheeks.

YN lets out a snort. "More like embarrassing." 

"Ben! I'm ready for me close up!" Penelope announces with a grand wave of her arms and YN groans into her hands.

...

"Cut!” Ben yells and takes off his little headphones as he comes around from the camera. “Alright ladies, we're just gonna make a few more adjustments and we'll let you know when we're ready for you again.”

The two ladies nod from their fixed positions on the couch and relax their limps. The picture they're re-creating is one that really pin points the start for her and her step mum's relationship. Baby YN was only four years old when her father started dating again after her mother passed away and met a young, hippie chick at a bar. YN wasn't very fond of any of the women her father brought home but Penelope was different. She actually gave notice to his daughter, made an effort for a conversation with the little girl, and gave her a mother's smile. After two months of dating YN’s father, one of the ways Peneople finally broke through to her was through one of the many great loves in her carefree lifestyle: music.

In no way was Penelope trying to buy her love, but she knew that the little girl's eyes and ears grew curious whenever she pulled out her guitar.

So one day, when Penelope pulled out her acoustic guitar and began to play her rendition of Dreams by Fleetwood Mac, she acted like she didn’t notice the little girl shy peaking over from the side of the velvet couch. Whenever the young woman took her stubble glances to YN, the little girl quickly hid her face, her chubby finger rubbing against the soft material of the couch.

When YN didn’t hear the strings making their pretty melody, her little furrowed eye brows peaked around to see that Penelope pulled out a little toy guitar for YN. The little girl's eyes widened in excitement and it was the first time Penny saw YN accepting her into her life. She played carelessly along with the woman, babbled baby gibberish with her singing and smiled big enough to showcase her growing, gapped teeth.

It was a moment that the two women would never forget. Soon enough, YN would grow more and more attached to the woman than her father and they’re both grateful to have established that relationship before her father began to drink more and more.

Penelope left the hippie scene for YN, her free life for that of a mother's and she wouldn't have changed a single thing about it. So the picture is one her father took when YN was handed her first guitar. Penelope sits on her old blue velvet couch with her acoustic guitar in hand, smiling warmly at her future step daughter. The four year old is sitting next to Penny on her little baby legs, happily showing off her toy guitar in her hand.

When the two women came on to the recreated set, they were honestly taken aback by how accurate everything looked. Down from the framed pictures in the background to her step mum's favorite velvet couch.

"Y'know," YN’s step mum says lowly. "That boy hasn't stopped staring at yeh ever since I got here."

YN furrows her eyebrows and discreetly looks over her shoulder to see Harry in fact looking over to their way. He quickly adverts his gaze the second he's caught and suddenly finds something on the ground super interesting.

"That's just how he is." YN shrugs her shoulders, her fingers messing around with the tiny toy guitar in her hands, playing a soft and squeaky riff on it.

"He's always like that?" Penelope widens her eyes in playful amusement. "M'surprised he hasn't burned a whole in yeh head yet. Yeh can practically see the fookin' hearts in his eyes."

She can see the way her stepdaughter nervously adjusts the thick strap of her purple dress that's decorated with dogs all over. Penny nearly cried at the sight of her little girl back in the nostalgic piece of clothing.

"And even though they're not as big and bright as his, I can see the ones in yours, too." With Penelope's eyes focused on her finger placement on the neck of her guitar, she continues, "And don't yeh dare roll yeh bloody eyes at me, you know it's true."

YN stops her eyes from fully making their rotation and opps for squinting up at the ceiling.

"I don't like him like that." YN lies through her teeth. "He's...like a brother to me." The words taste vile on her tongue and she has to stop herself from cringing at the lie.

"Yeah, a brother you cuddle and snuggle up with. Which, if yeh put it like that sounds kinda creepy." YN visibly tenses up from her spot on the couch and eyes her step mum.

"...How do yeh know about that?"

"M'not giving away me allies." Penelope pucks her fingers against the wired strings to make a pretty melody. A beat goes by before she flattens her hands over the strings and says with a shrug, "Okay, it was Louis."

YN lets out a laugh of disbelief, "I'm going to fooking kill—"

"But so what if you cuddle with him?"

"Can yeh keep yeh bloody voice down?" YN hisses with wide eyes. She’s too scared to even glance over in his direction, hoping he didn’t hear her stepmum’s nonchalant tone.

"I think it's sweet.” Penelope shrugs like it’s not a big deal. “He's breaking yeh out of yeh shell. And he's a nice boy, YN. He’s good for yeh.”

“Yeah, maybe too good.” YN mutters to herself, missing the usual set of rings on her fingers to fidget with. 

“Hey, cut that shit.” Penople snaps and her stepdaughter’s eyes widen and her shoulders coming up her ears in a shrug in defense.

“I didn’t say anythin—”

“No, nuh uh. I will not sit here and listen to yeh belittle yourself like that, especially not for a boy. Don’t care who it is. I raised yeh better than that. Understood?” Penelope wasn’t used to having to scold her daughter in a while. It’s not like she did it every second of the day either, it’s just that YN has been away from home for the past three and a half years that she can forget her little girl isn’t a child anymore. She’s a young woman making her way through the world, a world too big for Penelope to ever fully experience and guide her daughter through but she will try her damn near best to any way she can.

“Yeah. Sorry, Pen.”

Penny isn’t truly mad at her, she doesn’t think that’s even possible at the sight of YN’s dejected look. She places a gentle hand on her stepdaughter’s cheek and her heart squeezes tight when YN leans into her touch, closing her eyes and letting out a quiet sigh.

“I love you, my baby. Always.”

“I love yeh too.” After resting her guitar on the side of the couch, YN allows her stepmum to pull her into her arms for a bear hug. She rests her head on Penelope’s chest, her forehead pressed against the side of her neck with her hands clutching onto her stepmum’s arm.

“Guess I have Harry to thank for yeh allowing me to cuddle on yeh.” Penelope jokes as she rests her cheek on top of YN’s head. But she’s suddenly and quickly blinking back tears by YN’s next words.

“Thank yeh for everything, mum.”

It’s always a rare, cherished moment whenever YN calls her by that name. It was always Penny or Pen, always being introduced as her stepmum and she never had a problem with that. After her biological mother left the picture, Penelope was in no way, shape or form ever trying to replace the little girl’s real mother. 

Even though she’s still not used to saying it a whole lot, YN does see Penny as her mother and there are not enough words in the world to ever describe how grateful for the woman hugging her. Thankfully, no other words need to be said in this moment as Peneople pulls her daughter closer, brushing a hand over YN’s hair before planting a kiss on top of her head. 

It’s not everyday she can hold her daughter in her arms in this nostalgic setting.

...

“Aw, Niall. You look so cute here.” YN coos as she points to one of the blonde lad’s baby photos. “What the hell happened?”

The boys all cackle and jab at Niall and it only makes YN laugh even more. 

"If you keep staring at her like that, you'll burn a hole right through her head, bunny." Anne whispers to her son as he watches YN and the boys in the room with their childhood photos hanging up everywhere. "Remind me, son. Why haven't you asked the lovely girl out on a date yet?"

Oh how he just wants to rant to his mum about everything. He wants to tell her how it’s not as simple to ask her out, to take her out to a fancy restaurant, wine and dine her to make her see how irrevocably in love he is with her. He can’t drive her home and walk her up to her doorstep and not end the night with a goodnight kiss without the world shoving its nose in places where it doesn’t belong. 

He wants to explain to his mum about how much he’s thought about it to the point where he can’t fall asleep most nights. What would happen if we dated and then broke up? It would be awkward for not only the two of them to work together but for the whole band. And that's only even if, if she likes him back. But that’s another rabbit hole he can’t afford to go down into.

“Who said I ever liked her in the first place?”

“Please. I’m your mum, I know things; I know you.” She brushes a gentle hand over his hair, careful not to mess up Lou’s work. “Could see the look on your face ever since you were sixteen, bunny.” Not to mention by just watching her son throughout the day today. When the band was shooting the open scenes for the video where they all develop, organize and hang up their photos, it can almost easy to miss the way Harry gravitates towards her.

Her role in the scene was to sit in the desk adjacent from Liam’s as he fucks around with whatever equiment he was assigned to. She can’t say she relatively knew what her role was either; she just wrote down nonsense on a clipboard before handing Harry the pictures for him to hang up. 

The whole time they filmed the scene and whenever Ben would yell out cut! Harry would sit his bum on her desk while she leaned her elbows towards them as they would get lost in random conversation. She would laugh and nod along to whatever he said and Harry would brush his index finger at the underside of his nose to try to minize how big his smile would get. The bts camera always seemed to have a lot of content to capture whenever the two were together—and that was almost always. 

“Yeah well m’grown now.” Harry straightens up a bit and shoves his fingers into the tight pockets of his black skinny jeans. “But even if I did, it was just a little, school boy crush. M’over it.”

Before she can point out the obvious truth he’s avoiding, his mum smiles and nod towards someone behind him. 

“Hey, sorry to bother your talk.” YN smiles politely at Anne before turning attention towards her bandmate. “H, they’re calling us to set now.”

“Us?” Harry doesn’t mean to perk up like he did at the thought of the two of them doing a scene together, but alas.

“Yeah, the boys and I are ready for yeh.”

“Oh r-right,” Harry rubs the underside of his nose with his index finger. “Course because we were all doin’ solo shots before—I mean you already know that because you were with Penny so of course you would remember that.” The absolute word vomit is almost too painful to watch, but it hurts less than literally proving his mother right in real time. “Dunno why I even said that, because you obviously—I mean everyone kind of...um,” He chuckles to himself. 

What the hell was that? He thinks to himself.

Harry fumbles over his words and Anne doesn’t even have the decency to hide her growing smile. Especially when she sees a tint of pink come to her son’s cheeks when YN lets out a giggle.

“Cat got yeh tongue, H?” She beams.

He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck as his dimples pop out in a smile. He feels like he’s making a right idiot out of himself. It’s like all logic and coolness he has chucks itself out the window when she smiles at him. He feels like he’s sixteen again, embarrassed by his crush laughing at him and wishing the world would swallow him whole.

“Apparently so. Bloody thing forgot to give it back.”

“Well maybe I can give it gentle reminder over there.” The skin on his wrist tingles when she takes a gentle grip on it and starts to pull him towards the set. She gives a sweet twiddle of her fingers towards his mum, “Bye, Anne.”

“Bye, hunny. Have fun, you two.” And when YN faces forwards again, Harry has to remind himself of his manners and resist the urge to roll his eyes and at his mother’s knowing smile.

...

Along with some of the other family members that came along for the video shoot, their two mums stand off to the side behind the multiple monitors as they watch the band perform their song. 

YN slowly follows the camera as it moves in a circle around them. One of the sides of her cardigan slips off of her shoulder and she wraps her arms around her torso as she sings her somber bridge.

The story of my life, he takes her home

They drive all night to keep her warm

And time is frozen

When the band had their writing session for this song, YN pushed to add these lines. For a good chunk of their songs, YN always likes to add a female’s response to whatever the boys were singing. With this, she’s able to convey that the cycle of said relationship isn’t one sided. As the male character of the song does all he can for their partner, they never get the girl. 

In turn, YN tells the story of what it's like to look on from the outside—to want the person who’s too busy looking at someone else.

“I think my son has a staring problem.” Anne whispers.

The two mums snicker at the multiple monitor screens because even though the main camera is on YN, another side camera captures the way Harry’s staring fondly at his bandmate. 

“And me daughter is a terrible liar.” Penelope sighs. “Thought I taught her better.” 

“To share her feelings?”

“To lie better.” The two women chuckle quietly to themselves before  they watch their oblivious, ignorant children give each other subtle glances. “Should I start savin’ for their wedding now? Or when they finally decided to grow a pair and tell one another how they feel?”

“Oh, if they keep this up,” Anne cheekily nods to her son’s attempts to not smile at YN and sing along to the chorus. “They won’t be dating until they're forty.”

“I give ‘em six years.”

“I think five. One of them is bound to break.” The two women shake hands and then break out in chuckles at their realization. “Did we really just bet on when our kids will get together?”

“I think we did. Wait, what do we win if we’re right?” Penny says with an amused smile as she sees YN pass by Harry with putting a gentle hand on his arm. 

“Oh, seeing them together is going to be satisfaction enough.” 

“Agreed.”

...

The rest of the photos of YN that hang on the walls:

Her and Louis (pre XFactor):

Her and Penelope:

Her and her high school rock band-> Loophole:

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[greatestmeepboie]

You see this little guy?

Just a lad. Just a goofy silly

You can make him dance

He can do anything

Just a man, right?

This is him now

Feel old yet?

!!!! Monster lore time monster lore time yippeeeeeee !!!!

Today's subject: Frederick!!!

Poor man can't catch a break, huh?

So yeah, I did some science (not really) and I wanted to figure out how different eclipses would effect Frederick. Solar eclipses make his body feel like it needs to transform, but the sun is out so it can't, and he doesn't have a fun time

Lunar eclipses however... they make him go batshit insane. Lunar eclipses are very special with the fact that during the month, he develops rabies in his system (fun fact, since Fred wasn't bitten by a wolf with rabies, he doesn't get the poor rabies treatment like what will be discussed). If he infects someone with rabies and lycanthropy, you can see how well that would turn out for them. Their werewolf form would be so out of wack and super unnatural because what's the point of trying if they're gonna die of rabies?

Fred's werewolf form gets distorted as well, but after the night is over, the system thinks, "hold on, that wasn't right". So the next transformation will be normal. So in a way, the lunar eclipse slows down the permanent transition into a wolf, but Fred, you know, hates it a lot because his body is in a lot of pain afterwards

Okay enough werewolf lore. What will the next lore dump bring? Who knows

#traditional art #digital art #the isolated meepboie #werewolf oc #I draw a lot of Frederick don't I? #I mean werewolves are fun #mixing biology with horror is fun #would this technically be classified as sci-fi since there's a lot of science involved? in some technical standpoint? #who knows #i won't

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

OKAY I SAW YOU DON'T MIND REQUESTS FOR TF2 sooooo

Sniper with a short s/o who's not necessarily a gremlin, but might as well be?? They can hide in tight places, spook folks by accident, and is constantly following Sniper around because s/o is comfortable with him? They don't care that he's awkward as all hell, and as soon as he gives them the okay s/o is using him as their personal pillow everywhere

Sorry lol just love him and have a nice day pleasee

"A perfect pair" Snipers x Reader

YESSSS I get to write for the stinky aussies! I need to get better distinctions for all the classes and not just sniper but here's the gist: red is more goofy and blu is more hard-core/intense.

TW: Suggestive

Lawrence (red)

- Let's be real, he let's you "scare" him and junk because he likes you. He's trained to know a hider. When you suddenly pop up behind him, he'll give a little shrug with his shoulders like you got him and says, "'ello, my little shadow. What am I doin' today?"

- He gives a little smile if you say something cheeky, "Nah, I don't think that was it." Before carrying on. He's so awkward but it's dreadfully endearing.

- He likes joking that you're compact. He reckons he could fit you in his pocket and sneak you places if you want!

- Will allow body as pillow usage sooner than one might think. He's not starved for physical affection or anything, but it's nice. Once he knows you're someone he can trust, he'll lean his weight on you jokingly to see if you fall over.

- Just know he doesn't have a lot of comfy fat for laying about! But he is an expert on good old-fashioned spooning. Not really, but he tries with those gangly limbs of his. You'll always feel secure with him, that's for certain.

- At some point or another, he's going to teach you self defense if you don't know any already- he says the two of you together are a one-two punch. They'll never see you coming.

Mick (blu)

- At very first he was annoyed before the dating happened because he doesn't like mucking about and having someone tail him. A little paranoid, you might say. Its how you survive, he says. Yet as he learns more about you and realizes it's because you feel comfortable with him, he let's up.

- once dating you'll get a quiet chuckle from him with your antics. Yet you can't seem to startle him, even when you try. He always knows where you are and, unlike Lawrence, makes sure you know it. But it's alright if you give the other lads a scare. He'd shoot them straight on if they had any complaints.

- It's a good thing, though. If you ever actually startled him, you'd end up with a bowie knife to the neck while he checks you out. Granted, he'd probably kiss you and congratulate you after, so pro's and con's.

- Will only allow you to use him as a pillow if he gets to pet your hair and crack wise about how you need him. He likes having the upper hand in a relationship dynamic. It's cute you want to lay on him. Like a little pet!

- If you ask him about fighting or self defense, he gets way too into it and has you using the ability to squeeze into tight spaces to your advantage. Sometimes, it's in the same space as him where every movement has you pressing closer together...

#foxwriting #tf2 sniper #sniper tf2 x reader

[ashtxeman]

My goofy ass is finally feeling confident enough to post more so yummy content for today is more hc's!

These are names for the main lads:

Glass Joe - Joseph Rousseau

Von Kaiser - Stefan Schuster

Disco Kid - Alexander Manero

King Hippo - Same as stage name!

Piston Hondo - Taichi Kutsuki

Great Tiger - Zeeshan Kapoor

Bear Hugger - Benjamin Herons

Don Flamenco - Andrés Delgado

Aran Ryan - Same as stage name!

Soda Popinski - Ignat Sidorov

Bald Bull - Burak Binici

Super Macho Man - Michael Corey

Mr Sandman - Oscar Jones

Unrelated, I also added a silly button to my page.. No idea what it will entail but it adds a little pizazz!

#punch out #punch out wii #all these names have meanings i just have no patience explaining them all LMAO #naming the boys!! as if i didn't do this back in August shh

[mightbesmall]

Small Shenanigans

Riddle was sitting on your bedside table. You were currently out shopping so he thought he'd keep an eye on everyone.

There was Ace, currently running from an angry Deuce. Cater was laying on your bed, playing with the silky pillows. And Trey was right beside Riddle, reapplying the bandages on his arm. The old ones were getting stained by excess ink.

"Sorry-" Trey began before Riddle promptly cut him off.

"Don't. It's not your fault." And before the clover could even get a word in, you arrived back home.

"I'm back!" You called through. Cater immediately perked up before rushing to greet you, he's such an affectionate little guy. You chuckled and let him climb up your shoulder. Ace gave you the stink eye while Deuce timidly waved at you.

"I restocked so I can make you guys a new attire." You explained. The diamond on your shoulder let out a little squeal, clearly delighted at the prospect of new clothing.

You chuckled at his antics, he’s such a little guy!

“Oh and Riddle, I can fix your dress now.” You turned to the red head. He gave a polite, yet appreciative, nod of the head. Gosh he’s so cute!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You flicked the light switch on as you entered your workshop. You really like your workshop, it has a nice homey feeling to it.

“Here, you lot wait here while I make your clothes. I’ll call you up for measurements but until then wait patiently.” You told the five boys as you set them down on your desk before turning to the cabinets that held fabric, threads and needles and anything else you may need.

Ace crossed his arms before glancing around, it was much nicer here now he could actually see. A glint caught his eye. Turning he saw what looked like a big machine, he had no idea what it was but he felt compelled to press the big red button on it.

“Hey we’re are you going?” Deuce whisper-shouted at him, he didn’t know he was moving towards the odd machine until Deuce hissed at him. Glancing at the older three, Ace saw that they were having a nice time chatting and watching you. Perfect.

He looked at Deuce with a sweet smile on his face, said spade immediately felt the urge to ignore him.

“Heyy Deucey~ How about we go play with that thing over here.” He said pointing at the weird machine, the blueberry looked over to where he was pointing before fixing Ace with a disappointed look.

“No Ace, we were told to wait here.” Ace sighed, what a goofy-two-shoes!

“But they didn’t say we can’t touch anything or look!” He tried to reason, it was working as Deuce started looking conflicted, battling his inner curiosity.

“Fine but we’ll just look okay!” His curiosity won today.

The two sneaked over to the machine, Deuce checking it out but didn’t get too close. Ace on the other hand just, pressed the big red button.

SHREEEEEOOOMMMM

“WHAT’S THAT?!” Cater yelled over the noise, covering his ears. Trey covered his as well before yelling “I DON’T KNOW BUT IT DOESN’T SOUND GOOD!” Ace and Deuce stared in horror as the machine started moving towards them.

Riddle was in a state of panic, he has to get those two idiots to safety but he can’t even stand on his own. Before he could move, the noise died down.

“Huh?”

There you stood, your wood cutter in hand, unplugged and Ace and Deuce in the other.

“You’ve got to be more careful.” You said with a sigh before setting the two troublemakers back down. “Seriously there is dangerous stuff in here.”

“What is that?” Surprisingly it was Trey who asked, the little lad who you have not heard a peep from. You couldn’t understand him though, it was like he was squeaking. You wonder why that is. Still by context clues you could deduce what he was trying to get at.

“This is a wood cutter, I use it to well cut wood. It is very sharp and dangerous though so I don’t want any of you near it.” You explained to them. It is important they know that they cannot just touch the stuff in your workshop.

#twisted wonderland #toy maker au #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #cater diamond #trey clover #deuce spade #heartslabyul #reader insert #gonna do silly little scenarios now because writing plot tires me #brrr’s writing

[litt1efreak-520]

"Once upon a time we used to be friends." (Pt. 4)

You (Y/N) and Harry used to be friends during the first few years of high school. Then the reality of it hit. Now it’s your senior year and at a party you both finally reconnect.

You can read Pt. 1 here!

Catch up with Pt. 2 here!

Pt. 3 out now!

Warnings

- just the usual swearing!

A/N: This one is going to be a bit of a short one! Sorry, this is kind of rushed and I’m currently half asleep writing this so hopefully I will fix it and make it a little bit more interesting soon! Enjoy! :)

~*🌸*~

"Thank you, Harry.”

It was a silent ride home between you and Harry. Niall, of course, was really the only one talking. Even Louis had decided to tag along for the ride home, sitting in the back with you. You didn’t know him as well as you knew Niall, but after today you decided that he was fairly nice as you guys talked about soccer for 5 minutes straight. Harry, however, kept his eyes on the road. He had been quite silent for the whole ride, and even Niall and Louis seemed to pick up on it, though they tried not to let it show.

“Yep,” was all Harry said. “And what time would you like to be picked up tomorrow, Y/N?”

You roll your eyes at the amount of subtle distaste and sarcasm in his voice. It was a very hard distinction to make, but you knew him well enough to know.

“6:30ish is fine,” you chirp, playing along.

You pull out your phone and set a reminder before switching to your contacts app, ready to call your dad.

“Alright. Bye.”

Before you and the boys have a chance to dismiss each other, Harry begins to drive off. Asshole, you think to yourself, even though you knew it wasn’t true. If anything, you were the asshole. With a sigh, you decide to just put your phone in your back pocket until you get into your house. You make your way up the cobblestone path leading up to your house and fumble with your keys.

“Hello?” a muffled voice suddenly says. “Y/N?”

You look around, confused. Why was the voice muffled? Where was it even coming from?

“Hel-lo?” the voice repeats. You feel a vibration coming from your back pocket. As you retrieve your phone, a wave of embarrassment floods over you: you accidentally called Harry.

“Harry?” you croak.

“Y/N?”

“I called you by accident. Sorry.”

You can hear Louis and Niall chuckle in the background, which makes you smile a bit.

“S’Alright. Just hang up.”

Your smile soon fades.

“Why can’t you?”

“Because Y/N, I’m driving—”

Right. You forgot.

“—so will you please hang up?”

“Fine.”

“Thank you,” he mutters.

You hear the clatter of a phone and come to the conclusion that he must’ve either dropped his phone or placed it down somewhere. Just as you are about to hit the big red ‘hang up’ button, Niall takes in a sharp breath.

“Well,” is all he says. “That’s tough lad.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me,” Harry chuckles deadpanly.

You should hang up. You really should.

“Jesus, the tension was so fucking thick you could cut it!” you can hear Louis exclaim.

You mute your mic. You know it’s wrong, but was it really eavesdropping? They just don’t happen to notice that they’re still in a call and there’s nothing you can do about it…

“Tommo,” Niall laughs. “I hate to break it to you, but it’s been like that for a while now. Ever since Y/N got those friends of theirs.”

“That’s one word for them,” Harry mutters. “Interesting word choice, Niall.”

You hear Louis sigh. “I don’t know. Y/N seems pretty nice. Proper lad. Not like those fucking plastics.”

“Give it time, Louis,” he replies softly. You can sense the pain in his voice, no matter how soft it is as you close the door to your room. “That’s what I thought too.”

With a sigh, phone in hand, you reach behind your vanity mirror with your free hand and pull out a photo from your junior prom. Goofy Photo-booth photos of you and Harry. When you guys were best friends. Inseparable.

“Yeah, Tommo,” Niall says. “Ever since Y/N said—”

You finally hang up, clutching the photos in your hand tighter. You don’t want to think about it. You don’t want to think about the real reason why Harry has been so hostile towards you. You place your phone down on your vanity, grab the photo of you with your friends sticking out from the mirror, and place it next to the Photo-booth photos in your hand to compare the two. In comparison, you looked… miserable with your friends in the photo. The three of them were grouped together and you were just kind of there. As if you were invading their group. You looked alienated being in front of them with a smile as the 3 of them sexily posed in the background. Then you looked at the Photo-booth photos. Silly, fun, genuine smiles from both you and Harry. No sexy poses. No alienation. Nothing. You were just best friends taking photos together because you wanted to, not because you had to as a way to stay popular or relevant. Tears start to form in your eyes. You open your Instagram and scroll through your few posts, trying to look for the other PhotoBooth photos. Then, you find it:

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You laugh to yourself about how short Harry’s hair was. What’s even worse is that you realize how much you both have changed. The only thing that’s changed about him is his hair. His kindness has stayed the same, his humor, everything. As for you… well, you finally realize at this moment that everyone is right: you did become a plastic (though you don’t want to get into it; it’s a long story, you think to yourself). Somehow, some way, you lost yourself. And your best friend. You didn’t want to think about the past; maybe you would confront it another day, or even tomorrow. As you wipe a tear from your eye, you decide you want to focus on the future. Focus on bettering yourself and fixing your relationships. You sigh as a teardrop falls onto the photo in your hand. You hate to say it, but after interacting with him these past few days, you miss Harry. You miss your best friend, and seeing him look at you in that dull way was like a punch in the gut to you. You want to fix things, and you want to fix them soon. Before college. Before life puts you on your separate courses. You want to fix things before you screw up so bad you lose Harry for good, but part of you wonders if you already did.

#my writing #writer things #writers on tumblr #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #lhh!harry #I’m sorry it’s so short 😭 #pls I swear I’m working on a story line ik I’m stalling a lot in this #anyways I made the Instagram layout I hope it’s accurate 💀🫡

[themickeymouse]

INTRODUCING MICKEY MOUSE. A WARLOCK FROM ECHO CREEK.

The name Mickey Mouse has become a household name in Animania. The man has put his heart and soul into his home and wants nothing but to better it and keep the magic of the place alive. Before all that though he was just a young lad, growing up in a warm home, and practicing magic under the great Merlin. The people he grew up looking up to were amazing people and that rubbed off on him. Even from a young age Mickey had a kind, warm heart. He would always help his elderly neighbor carry in their groceries and put them away. Every spider or household pest he saw he was humanely trap and set free. The man doesn’t have an ounce of evil in him. He’s purely good of heart.

Mickey is probably the most selfless guy around. He’d give the clothes on his back if someone needed them more than him. He’s always helping those in need and is very generous with the charities he partakes in. Mickey would never gloat or brag about it though. He’s a very humble person. Blushes very easily and is flustered from the simplest things. Definitely uses his classic “oh gosh” and terms like “jeez,” “darn it,” “cheese and crackers,” and if he’s really angry then he does slip out a “mother fucker” here and there. Though him being that angry doesn’t come very often.

Growing up with the best friends he asked for had a huge impact on how Mickey is today. Without having such solid, wholesome people around he doesn’t think he could have ever achieved everything he’s done. If it weren’t for them the House of Mouse would have never came to be. Neither would have his success in Animania as a whole.

As much as Donald, Goofy, and Daisy are the most amazing friends there will always be a very special place in his heart that will only ever be reserved for Minnie. She’s the best person Mickey could have asked to walk into his life. She always has the right answers and she makes his heart flutter every time he sees her smile. Even to this day he feels like a lovesick puppy. It crushed him when she saw him kissing that woman. How could he even explain himself even if it was a misunderstanding? He would never have intentionally hurt Minnie.

After Minnie, understandably, broke things off he felt so low for a while. There wasn’t the same pep in his walk or melodic charm in his laugh. He trudged through it best he could but there were some nights he felt so lonely he didn’t know how to carry on. Probably had a few too many drunken nights during his low period but once he was back up and moving he was back to his normal self. Of course he still misses her, but he knows this space is good for them and she will always be apart of his life no matter what.

Being a warlock had it’s perks, but having the master of the art of magic as a teacher did too. He was expertly trained by Merlin for years as his apprentice and did well to do his magic studies. Sure, he did great in regular school too but he always cared a little more about his lessons with Merlin. So, when Merlin retired and Mickey took over he was more than happy to oblige. He felt like he had nearly perfected his skills and could do even some of the more expert spells that Merlin himself created.

Mickey never really had a huge interest in being in politics. He doesn’t want to be anyone in office but has always graciously offered his opinions and help to the mayors of Animania. Some have said he should be the mayor of Echo Creek but he has always modestly said he would never do it. Besides, being someone so involved in the community felt more rewarding and personal.

When he was in school still he took on theatre as a hobby. He starred in many of the school plays and musicals. Every so often he gives his shot at a local play because he does enjoy it, but never tried to make a career out of it. Animania needed him to be who he is today, not another star. Sometimes he wonders where life would have taken him had he went that route but doesn’t ponder on it too much because he loves the life he has now and is thankful for it.

He lives in a house. Nothing ridiculously crazy large even though he could have it if he wanted. It’s spacious enough for him and the dog so that’s what matters. Fenced in yard, spare bedroom, just a few extra little things that make it cozy but not quite lavish.

He loves to indulge in a cigar every now and then. Paired with a cold old fashioned is what he prefers.

He’s just trying to be the best he can be and do the best he can for Animania. Now that the borders have expanded he’d like to know more about the surrounding towns and their history. He’s a bit wary of New Salem but would love to expand his help to the new towns as he has with Echo Creek and such.

The House of Mouse is his pride and joy. He takes his business very seriously. His vision was for it to always be a welcoming environment for everyone. The arcade room was a hit and sometimes he likes to host events and such for tournaments. He loves throwing all sorts of events for the place. Some for kids, some for adults, and some for everyone! He just wants to make his community happy.

Favorite song?: Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham! Sexuality: Bisexual Pronouns: He/him Big Three: Scorpio sun, Aquarius moon, Cancer rising

#animaniahqintro #🪄 glad you didn’t listen when the world was trying to slow me | ABOUT #🪄 i played it hard and fast because i had everything | HEADCANON

[hiraethenthusiast]

"I love you most."| t.h.

pairing: actor!tom x reader

warnings: floof attack.

synopsis: tom gives you the best wedding you could've gotten. he's in love with you madly, that's what he says.

a/n: guess who wants this? i do. i absolutely adore a loving husband no matter what, and i adore heartfelt gifts even more! i hope you all like this fic, this one's really close to me! tpwk everyone!

listen to clinton kane's i guess i'm in love

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“So do you, Y/N Y/L/N take Tom as your lawfully wedded husband?” The priest asks you while you and Tom look at him with impatience in your eyes.

“I do.” You say, making everyone cheer and making Tom smile.

“And do you Tom Ho-” “I do!” He shouts before the priest could even complete his sentence, making everyone at the altar erupt into laughs.

“Let him finish bubba” You laugh along, signalling the priest to go on when Tom mutters a small ‘sorry’ to him.

“Do you, Tom Holland, take Y/N Y/L/N as your lawfully wedded wife?” He asks again, while Tom looks at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“I do.” And everyone cheers once again, and you gently squeeze his hand.

“So I shall now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest says lastly before getting off the stage and as if on queue, Tom sweeps you under his arms and holds your waist before pressing his lips to yours. The moment was wholeheartedly content, his and your parents, both with tears in their eyes, even Paddy and Harry shed a few, because the moment was so pure to just not cry at. Tom kisses you as if he was the luckiest man on Earth, like he had achieved something which he thought he could never. He pulls back to look at you beaming with the biggest smile he’s seen on you in years, and smiles to himself once again.

This was the best day of both of your lives till now, and there was no doubt about it.

After 4 years of being together, Tom finally proposed to you, and then forgot where he kept the ring, but you couldn’t care less because the man you were in love with was now, going to be a forever favourite in your lives. And today, he was now your husband from your fiance, and you couldn’t be anymore happier.

You both settle down after roaming from one place to another greeting every guest that had attended your wedding, finally for a drink and some food. Harrison sits right behind you, completing the duties of best man with all his will, and you smile at him. The twins and Paddy come in a bit later, but your eyes are looking for someone else. Where’s Tom? Your question was answered when you hear the clinking of a glass, just to find your handsome husband there.

“May I have your attention please?” He looks directly at you and you blow him a kiss, him pretending to catch it making everyone laugh. Actors.

“Thank you all for attending and being a part of our very wonderful day, I swear you guys are our favourite people” He says while chuckling.

“Today is the day I married my wonderful and stunning lover, Y/N and in recognition of that, I decided to give you the best gift of this evening.” He says, making you wonder what he got for you.

“I remember when Y/N once told me that she always loves heartfelt and handmade gifts filled with love more than people buying her the gift of her choice. She likes the element of surprise, as she likes to say. So Y/N my darling, I thought you might notice and scold me for it but you didn’t, not even once in this 4 year old relationship, and trust me this is going to shock you. I’ve managed to record every important and goofy moment of our lives, from falling on a staircase to the time I proposed to you, I have it all. I’ve compiled them into one sweet video for you, while your favourite singer of them all, Mr. Clinton Kane sings a song for us! Please give him a huge round of applause!” You jerk your head to the place where Clinton enters from, and he waves at you making you wave instinctively as well.

You look back again towards Tom, who was smiling sweetly at your little fangirl moment and continues.

“I’d also like to thank Harrison and Harry for helping me edit this video, because I’m literally so dumb without anyone of these four with me.”

“Can you put the lights out and start the video please?” He asks one of the workers there at the venue, and jogs up to sit down beside you, giving you a small peck while you take a hold of his hand.

And on queue, the lights are dimmed and the video starts to play. You can hear the faint strumming of the guitar that Clinton is currently playing, but you aren’t able to identify the song just yet. You look ahead towards the screen, and your eyes light up when you see Tom dressed up in his wedding tuxedo, you finally realising that this bit was filmed just a few hours ago.

“Hello my lovely wife! Well, I’m filming this part before the ceremony starts but I think I’m pretty certain on showing you this video after we’re married. This was...boring. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the video my love, and don’t hit me when we get home! I love you so so so much, enjoy!” He says before shutting off his camera, while everyone laughs at his goofiness and you glare at him playfully. The video rolls again and you look forward, but suddenly realise the song. It’s ‘I Guess I’m In Love’, you say to yourself. Tom had proposed to you after a few days when the song came out, and somehow on the night of him proposing, this song was played. You labelled it ‘our song’ and he happily obliged. 

“Haz hold the camera correctly for god's sake...” You hear your husband’s voice and move your head towards the screen, smiling brightly.

“Oh I’m obsessed. With the way your head is laying on my chest.” Clinton starts, immediately soothed by the presence of your lover and the melody in your ears.

“I am holding the camera nicely mate bugger off! Nikki taught me well!” Harrison says in the background making everyone giggle.

“She’s coming shut up” 

“What’s this Tom?” You ask him, as he looks at you like a kid in love.

“Y/N”

“Tom” You say in the same manner, feeling anxious by the second.

“So we’ve been dating for 4 years and trust me those have been the most beautiful four years of my life. I know this is so out of the blue, but Y/N Y/L/N, will you do the favour of marrying the person who loves you immensely? A.k.a. Tom?" He says and you laugh. You hold on for a few seconds, looking in his eyes which were filled with desperation.

"Yes" You say and his face lights up like a Christmas tree. He can't stop beaming and searches for the ring in his pocket, only to find out that he didn't have it.

"Oh I'm a mess. When I overthink the little things in my head."

"I have the ring I promise." He says, moving frantically.

"Tom-"

"I swear I kept the ring in my pocket-"

"Tom-"

"How can I be this stupid you probably don't want to marry me anymore-"

"TOM!" He jerks his head towards you as you shout his name.

"It's okay. I just want you right now." You say and he immediately hugs you, the tightest of them all.

The clip ends and you knew the tears were coming very soon, Tom senses the action and rubs your knuckles., giving you a hearty smile.

The second clip rolls in soon, your eyes brightening almost instantly.

"You seem to always help me catch my breath. But then I lose it again, when I look at you, that's the end."

"Why the hell are we on the top of the Eiffel Tower? And why do you want your phone to crash?" You ask him, while he struggles to make a video with his phone while the winds roar at the top of the monument.

"Because I want to remember this moment!" He shouts, making you smile even more.

"My goof"

"Your goof"

"You're lucky I love you"

"I wouldn't have it any other way darling" He says and gives you a quick peck on the lips, this moment too pure to realise.

"Why do I get so nervous when I look into your eyes? And butterflies can't stop me falling for you."

"Now we may invite, a very handsome young lad, who happens to be Spiderman, Mr. Tom Holland!" Harry shouts in the video, while you all pretended to have a grand gala when you couldn't attend Tom's premiere.

He walks in wearing a black tuxedo, his shirt buttons open from the top, looking dashing.

"Thank you for inviting Harold, but please, call the star of today's night." Tom says, making everyone groan about how in love he was with you.

"Patience Thomas. Now may I present, the queen of today's night, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!" Everyone applauds as you walk down the stairs as you hear your name. You reach the door wearing a red and black dress, the clothing complementing your body more than ever. Everyone seems to keep clapping but your attention is towards that one dummy, who's standing like he's seen a ghost.

"..Oh wow." He's speechless, and everyone knows it. You blush at your boyfriend's gesture and nudge him in the shoulder, as a signal to stop staring.

"I hope you all understand that I scored a jackpot, thank you" He sees and everybody laughs.

You laugh along with the other guests, remembering the faint memory from over two years back. This was one of the most fun nights you've had with Tom. While you laugh at the clip, all Tom can do is stare at you in awe. How did he get so lucky, he thinks. He watches how your face glows when you see someone happy on the screen. He truly was blessed.

"And darling this is more than anything I've felt before. You're everything that I want, but I didn't think I'd find. Someone who was worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak. But I know now I've found the one I love."

"Please don't go" You sniffle on Tom's shoulder, asking him to stay one last time before his flight leaves for Atlanta.

"If it was in my hands darling I'd never leave your side." He says, trying to hold back tears.

"It's okay, I understand." You say, pulling back and clearing your throat.

"Awh Y/N please don't cry." Tom tries to persuade his emotions by telling you to stop, but a tear falls down his cheeks in an instant.

"I'm sorry." You say, chuckling lightly, making Tom chuckle too.

"I'll be back before you know it."

"I know you will be"

"Please board the flight for Atlanta which leaves at 1330 hours" The flight attendant announces, and you know it's time to let him go.

"Come back home to me soon okay?" You say, wiping your tears.

"As soon as possible"

"I love you" He says.

"I love you more."

"I love you most." You can't argue with that now.

"Bye bubba" You say, giving him one last kiss, a very long one indeed, that left you both searching for oxygen.

"Bye darling" And he leaves to board his flight. You look in the same direction until he disappears and you turn around.

"Harrison, are you crying?"

"No-" He sniffles and you laugh.

You knew you were going to cry as soon as you saw the location. This was one of the hardest moments of your life, letting your lover go away from you for so long, and you weren't ready for that. You wiped your tears while Tom rubbed your hand with one of his, the other cleaning his tear stained face. You look back to see Harrison crying once again, and you laugh a bit at him before giving him your hand for comfort. He really was the best man. You blow a kiss to your family and Tom's, who were currently high on emotions. Even the brothers had tears in their eyes. You really did get the best family.

"And I love the way. You can never find the right things to say. And you can't sit still an hour in the day. I'm so in love, let's run away because us is enough."

The rest of the video were some clips of you and Tom being goofy and so in love, which were a delight to watch. The song played in the background, adding its own special touch, which was necessary to bind this moment together. All these moments which Tom managed to shoot secretly were a lifelong reminder of how much your person loved you. He loved you.

And that is all you need.

The video gets over and Tom looks at you with puppy eyes.

"So, how was it?"

"You're the reason my makeup is ruined and I have mascara stains" You say, laughing while crying.

"That good, huh?"

"That good." You say and he pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead.

"I love you bubba"

"I love you more" He says, kissing your cheek.

"I love you most." 

He couldn't argue with that.

"But I know now I've found the one I love."

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[moxfirefly]

So an ask @teenage-mutant-ninja-freak got really has me thinking. So I’m hoping on the train and giving my own two cents on the guys with an s/o who’s ovulating and what goes down.

@tmntspidergirl did her own version so give it a looksie and some love!!

Liste my peeps, wow, what y’all getting yourselves into

Donnie KNOWS, ok and it’s not just cause he’s the smarty pants of it. You once told him when you were on your period and boy just made the calculations and knows when the next cycle happens

But here’s the thing, the little issue. The first time you spend a week with him post menstruation and ovulating?

You know somethings off with him. He’s acting all off and he’s so grabby with you especially in public (like in front of his brothers) I mean this man is straight up making you sit on his lap, he’s pawing at you and when did he become ok with kissing you like t h a t in front of people?

Don’s a private lad when it comes to you and his alone time

But he’s got you pinned against the sink one night while you were doing the dishes. And he’s so tall like when he leans down and nuzzles your ear and inhales the life out of you when he noses your hair the shivers my dudes

‘I wanna put a baby in you’ he whispers against your ear

Well you just broke Leo’s tea mug

‘Excuse me??’ You try to turn your head but he presses you hard against the sink and his hands slide to your stomach

‘You heard me’ and it’s such a territorial tone like you have to make sure this isn’t Raph and some fever dream. But not it’s Donnie, your big lovable nerd and why are you so for this idea all of a sudden?????

Let’s just say when you end up in his bed, Donnie absolutely railing the life out of you. Not once, not twice but an amount that leaves you so close to drunk on your own dopamine that you’ve forgotten how to speak properly

You don’t question when this large fucking terrapin is holding your legs to your chest after spilling himself in you.

He’s breathing so hard, sweaty and grinning ‘Don’t move love, keep all of me in you’

You nod breathlessly not even registering what he’s just said but boy do you not move an inch until he tells you that you can

Drunk Drunk Drunk off your scent

I can’t even begin to explain

He’s in a stupor almost

Mikey.exe has stopped working

He’s lowkey confused tbh like yes you’re hot but f u c k what is it about today that has you so HOT™️

He’s so transfixed by you that you gotta ask

‘Ok do I have something on my face? Is there a stain on my shirt??’

Mikey is just eying you up and down and shakes his head

He scoots closer to you and he’s not rocking that goofy smile. He’s legit studying you. It’s so bizarre seeing him so hyper focused and serious.

And obviously you’re somewhat alarmed when he straight up starts sniffing you

Your neck, your shoulders, your chest

When he starts trailing down your stomach and you’re alarmingly looking around the living room cause MIKEY PEOPLE

It takes all of your resolve and actual praying when he just straight up buries his face in your clothes crotch and the ‘holy shiiiiiit’ and full body shudder that leaves him to not moan out into the open living room

The movie is background noise at this point and whatever has taken over your orange clad boyfriend is somewhat worrisome but not at all un welcomed

Especially when you find yourself trying to muffle your noises because Mikey had straight up slide you down the makeshift couch and onto the floor. Crawled over you and begged to be inside of you

Begged, like he was going to die if this didn’t take place immediately

It’s so not you and his usual style, there isn’t the usual flirting and playful dirty talk Mikey gives you. He straight up telling you that he will Protect you, if anybody goes near you or tries something against you, omg they gonna be d-e-a-d. This lad has never been this serious.

He’s promising you everything. You’re his, and he is yours.

‘Your my mate baby, you’re my mate oh god’ and how is such a simple word turning you into actual goo??

My condolences to your cervix seriously bro r.i.p pour one out for that homie

But here’s the thing and ima do it to y’all

Sub!Leo has entered the chat

This is a time period you must take full advantage that he’s not gonna lowkey embarrassed about his subby tendencies

He’s ready for you to boss him, use him, make him beg and plead for you

All with the most stupidfied and endearing precious look on his face

So obviously you’re convinced that maybe he’s having one of those days™️ cause Leo has days where he needs to to take over (we can delve into that subject later my dudes)

And in this state he’s been all afternoon while visiting you has been weird but naturally y’all end up in the bedroom

And you end up riding him (which he absolutely fucking loves when he’s being a freaking sub)

And god he’s so mesmerized with your hips tonight, grabbing them. Pushing you harder down on him (because he’s allowed per your commands) he wants to bury himself so painfully in you, he’s a man possessed about it

He begs for it, begs for you to allow him to push into you more and more ‘please please’ he says and he looks like he’ll go mad if he doesn’t

So you allow him to switch you guys up

He’s on top but he’s still not running the show

‘You’re so good baby- fuck Lee yes yes’ and he is hiiiiigh of that and your scent how are you smelling this good, feeling this good? It’s more than the usual senses that he’s experienced with you

And I hope you don’t become a complete puddle when this lad starts pleading

Pleading™️

Fearless Leader himself yes you heard it here first folks

He’s pleading to cum inside of you, an absolute mess, he wants to mate with you, he wants to make you round with his child. He wants all of this only if only you allow it

He coos just how beautiful and glowing you would look and wow does the very thought of it make his thrust so pathetically sloppy

You’ve never felt so empowered then watching Leo cum completely undone and bury himself so far in you unwilling to pull out because he wants every last drop in you

‘I’m yours, I’m yours...please have me’ he sounds almost drunk

You hold him so close, kiss all up on him and tell his trembling self you’ll gladly carry half of him and you inside of yourself

Your legs have left the chat

You don’t know what being vertical means

Hi possessive Raph™️

Hi territorial Raph™️

The only time on the clock is baby making time

He is living, breathing and eating up your scent

Hooked on it, that shit is a drug to him and if you think his sex drive was high before

R.I.P to you my friend

This man isn’t letting you leave the bed unless it’s for a bathroom break and some Gatorade and a protein bar

No area is safe in your house. He is going to fuck you in every part, against and/or on any possible surface

It’s just a primal lightbulb turned on to the brightest setting in his head

All he knows is that he has to mate you, mark you and knock you up

All his dirty talk is focused on knockin you up. He wants to make a mother out of you, he wants you big and round with his child

And it ain’t gonna be one 😅

Big bara wants a bunch and he’s gonna do everything in his ability to give you a good amount in the first round

Seriously I fear for your well-being

But you’re absolutely OBSSESED with this side of him 🥴

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donatello #donatello #michelangelo #mikey #donnie #leo #raph #headcanons #tmnt raph #tmnt mikey #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #ns*w

[sdvharveybby]

How the Bachelor’s write love notes

Inspiration for this was the fact that I made another bachelor batch, but it got angsty, and I thought- I can’t do this yet. I haven’t cultivated enough of a following that deems this necessary yet.

Anyways!! I hope you guys enjoyed this because I loved writing it!! They are all so adorable. I love having the bachelors so goofy and sweet. Honestly, they’re all so unique too. 

Also, I am open for asks.

There was a person who requested Alex Fluff Prompt #16 and if you read this- send me another ask. I made yours angsty and I didn’t realize that yet until I was putting on chapstick and then it hit me. I’d like to do yours over. THANKS BBY

Alex

His love notes to you always have something to do with muscles or working out. Like, “I think your muscles are bigger than mine, but I still love you.” Like Alex truly means well, but he has no idea on how to make a proper love note. His note is also part scribbles- almost like he rushed it, but you knew he wracked his brain for probably a good hour. He doesn’t make rough drafts- he just writes it and goes, “Yeah, that’s good.” Even reading it though, you can feel that he really tried and that alone makes you happy. He’s always been about his strength and training every second of the day, but the fact that he sat down to write you a note about how much he loves you, c’mon. The lad really does what he can, and it’s adorable every second of the day.

Sam

His love notes almost always have a little doodle next to them. He draws like a goofy version of himself and you with a heart in the middle. He draws himself with Goku hair too. Sometimes he’ll write an adorable love note though that generally goes like, “You look as beautiful as my guitar” or “I’m comfortable enough to sing around you.” He’s always goofy and happy, the optimistic guy that wants to put a smile on your face and laugh instead of- aww!! You’d always see him out of the corner of your eye too- poking his head around the corner to see your reaction. And when you finish reading it, he would always come barreling into the room giving you a big hug and asking, “What did you think of it?”

Sebastian

Sebastian can really pull a 180 on you. Sometimes he makes thoughtful love notes that pull at your heart strings- the kind that makes you run and give him a big kiss. But also, he can make love notes that make you go, “wtf” and make you laugh. You never know what kind of specific mood he’s in when he writes these- you just have to open them up see what’s inside. Like a surprise egg, but a folded piece of paper. He always signs his love notes with a big heart that’s colored in black- no matter what the note is. It could be, “I saw a frog that looked like you today” or “You’re the light at the end of my tunnel. I love seeing that bright light every day.” You can tell he actually has a way with words, but sometimes you’ll find a love note that’s a quote from Cave Saga. It’s sweet enough that he’d write it to you, but you wonder if he knows that you read them too.

Harvey

Pfft, this man just scribbles. As a doctor his signature just cultivated into a mass of scribbles and half the time you must have him read the love note to you. He just pours his heart onto paper too, almost like he cried while writing it (it sometimes makes you cry though.) Sometimes it’s better to have him read it to you though, because you can really feel his emotion as he’s reading it. He eventually gets good enough that he can write you love notes that you can actually read, and he always seals the note with a heart sticker. You’ll get the, “I’m so unbelievably lucky to have you. Some days I wish I could lay in bed to watch how peaceful you sleep. You’re so cute, and some days I wonder why you chose me. I love you to no end and I can’t wait to grow old with you (although I’m already there.)” And he signs it with, ‘Love, your faithful husband, Harvey’ When he’s in a particular goofy mood though he’ll write, “Thanks for performing heart surgery on me yesterday. I was wondering why my pulse would pick up every time I saw you…” with a smiley face at the end.

Elliot

Oh, man. This guy knows how to write love letters. He can write the short but sweet, the long and passionate, and poetry love notes. He easily pours himself onto each and every love note. The, “You have captured beauty that is otherwise unobtainable” kind of notes you’d read and sign each love note with, ‘Sincerely, your love struck husband.’ Rarely when he gets writers block though- he would just fill the note with a ton of hearts varying in size and colors. Sometimes you’d wake up to a love note that was a few pages long. You’d spend your morning drinking amazing coffee made by him and reading it. It would easily bring a tear to your eye because his way with words is unlike anything you’ve ever read. It would always grant him a big, long hug from you that he would just drink in the affection. His notes were like the big hugs that he gave, just comforting and warm. It was like safety and security on a piece of paper.  

Shane

He… does what he can. His love notes always cracked you up because you’d get the, “You smell” kind of notes, but if you flipped the note over it would finish with, “good.” He just loved teasing you with his love notes, and he didn’t give them out often. You’d get the, “You sleep weird.” Flip it over, “stop it.” It was a running theme with him, and you’d eventually start leaving him love notes like that too. He’d sign each love note with whatever he felt like. Sometimes it was, “I’m hungry” or “I stink today. I need to shower” and that’s just how it was. He was goofy and you were here for it. He’d like to leave the note in random places too, your jacket pocket, in your hood, or crammed into one of your winter gloves- when he made it in spring. You just cannot expect, for the life of you, what he will do. The pleasant surprise always makes you smile though… and laugh.

#sdv elliot #sdv harvey #sdv alex #sdv shane #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv #sdv farmer #stardew valley harvey #stardew valley shane #stardew valley sam #stardew valley sebastian #stardew valley elliot #stardew valley alex #stardew valley #stardew farmer #harvey stardew valley #sam stardew valley #sebastian stardew valley #alex stardew valley #shane stardew valley #elliot stardew valley #stardew elliott #stardew harvey #stardew sam #stardew sebastian #stardew alex #stardew shane #stardew valley farmer

[imagintheworldaway]

Together

Anonymous asked: Hello! Can you do a Harryxfem! Reader where people see how Harry looks at the reader (calorie challenge- rematch (time stamp 27:17)) and the reader is so oblivious to Harry’s feeling for her because he broke up with his long-term ex last fall and she doesn’t want to read deep into it and just keeps telling people that they’re just friends even though everyone can see past the bull crap and keeps shipping them because they’re very similar and meant to be and after months of Harry pinning after her he tries to move on and go on dates (which fails but she doesn’t know that it’s not working out for him ) so she starts seeing someone and magically somehow end up together and become the “it” couple because of how blunt and honest they are. Sorry that was long! Hope you can write it thanks!

A/N Good gosh this is a long one. I hope you enjoy! Requests are open 

Sitting on the sofa next to Cal, snuggled in a mountain of blankets in Harrys apartment whilst the boys filmed a video was always fun. They were filming the 100,000 calorie challenge and it was JJ, Vik , Cal and Harrys turn to be eating the calories. We were sat watching JJ as he revealed he had absolutely failed the challenge to everyones surprise. The boys all started to complain as I giggled at the failure which was JJ right now. I felt a slight nudge on my side and Cal not so discreetly nodding towards Harry, I looked over at him and smiled but he averted his gaze from me and buried his head into the massive bear still complaining at JJ as it was revealed he had messed up the challenge even more by starting before the official time. 

After JJ’s little mess up they decided to make the fried mars bars, and I feel as though even saying it is cause for disaster. The boys were all crowded around the counter, just making a mess really, not much surprise there. I was happy in my own little world scrolling through instagram with the boys chatter in the background when I started to smell something burning and a mass amount of smoke from the boys. “Oh my god you idiots” I said matter of factly before grabbing the pan and holding it out the window, not wanting the apartment to stink of burnt mars bars as the guys tried to switch off the fire alarm. 

Once everything had calmed down I started to clean up as the boys ate the left over chocolates. “ you don’t have to clean up Y/N” Harry said to me as he bought over a plate to the sink. “Its ok I don’t mind, something to do at least” I smiled up at him. “You sure? I feel bad” he said scratching his shoulder and giving me an awkward smile. “I’m sure, go enjoy your food” I giggled pushing the boy away from me slightly. I finished up the washing as the boys chatted over their takeaways trying to figure out how many calories they were up to. I popped the remaining dishes in the dish washer and popped it on for the boys. 

Once they had finished Cal and I bid the boys goodbye and hoped in an Uber, we lived in the same apartment complex so it made sense that we shared rides just about everywhere. “Soooo” cal started tapping his his legs to the beat of the song that the Uber driver had popped on for us. i gave him a questioning glance as I sent my text to Harry, informing him I had popped the dish washer on and for him not to forget about it. “When are you two finally going to get together” Cal said peering over my shoulder and trying to take a peek at my texts with Harry. I just scoffed switching off my phone and turning my head to look at Cal. “Look he got out of a long term relationship not even six months ago, he just needs a friend right now, and that’s all I am, a friend, plus even if he hadn’t just gotten out of a relationship, well I don’t think he’d be interested in me anyway, like I said I’m just a friend” I shrugged to Cal giving him a half smile trying to cover the sadness which was evident on my face. “I don’t know Y/N if you ask me, or well any of the lads he looks at you like your a gift here gracing us all with your presence. like your some type of angel, he likes you, he really does, he’s just scared to ruin what you have” Cal stated as we hoped out the uber and made our ways into the lift. “Well I don’t want to sound rude, but I didn’t ask Cal, I don’t need my hopes being brought up just for it all to be speculation.” I stated matter of factly. “This is me, I’ll see you later yh?” I questioned Cal who just pursed his lips and nodded to me giving a small see ya. 

I really wasn’t trying to be rude but I had had my heartbroken so many times, and I don’t want to start getting my hopes up about Harry if it is just all speculation and some sort of narrative the lads were making up for themselves. I slumped down on my bed and posted a selfie on instagram asking people what they want to know about me. I wasn’t a huge YouTuber but I did have a large instagram following meaning the questions flooded in within an instant. There was the usual that I answered such as my favourite colour, what am I having for dinner, best place I had ever visited and so on. After a few more generic questions someone asked what my favourite picture was. I scrolled through my camera roll and found one of Harry and I at winter wonderland. we were both wearing Santa hats and he was giving me a piggy bag as I held onto a large teddy he had won me moments before. I captioned it ‘Christmas with my Bestfriend, look at how goofy he looks @wroetoshaw’ I giggled as I posted the pic remembering that day. it was a rare day off for the both of us and with Harrys break up still fresh I decided we should go to Winter Wonderland and just have fun. Which we did, it was one of my most treasured memories with him. He had taken his breakup so hard that I felt it was important that he had a friend around who could take the crying and emotions, someone to just cuddle with and forget about the world. And over the past few months I realised that my feelings for Harry had grown, but he was still hurting and there was no way that I was being any boys re-bound. 

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to blaring light through the blinds of my lounge. I groaned to myself before getting up and trudging to my bedroom to sort myself out. i looked at my phone and I had a few texts from Harry. I smiled as I read them. 

‘Thank you! Almost forgot, you are honestly the best Xx’

‘You alive???? Xx’

‘Good night Xx’

‘Like the insta pic’

I furrowed my eyebrows at the last text. It was sent only minutes after the goodnight text and it didn’t have any of the kisses we usually put on the end of our texts to each other. I also hadn’t got a good morning text from Harry, that was particularly strange because I have always gotten a Good morning and Good night text from him for the past few months with out fail. I just shrugged it off before replying, 

‘Haha no problem! I fell asleep as soon as I got home I’m sorry :( wanna meet up later? Xx’

I smiled at my reply before going to my bedroom and changing to look more presentable. I checked my phone and it was almost lunch meaning Cal was coming over to film a video with me. just as I re adjusted my hair for the a millionth time I heard a knock on the door signalling that cal was here. “Hello stranger” I smiled letting him into my apartment with the array of crisps and snacks he had in his arms. We were filming a British corner shop mukbang whilst answering twitter questions. As Cal settled himself in my studio I helped by opening the array of snacks and cans of drink that he had bought for us. “Hey really weird question but have you heard from Harry today?” I questioned trying not to sound so desperate as to the whereabouts of the boy. “Uh yh messaging me all morning, think he’s got something on tonight. He not told you?” Cal looked up from the array of junk raising his eyebrows at me as I just shook my head in disbelief that he was ignoring me. As we settled in our seats and I turned the camera on I sent Harry a quick text. 

‘Hey have I done something wrong?? :( Xx’ 

The video was going amazing. Cal and I just naturally bounced off of each other and the questions the fans were giving us were quite juicy. “Alright, alright, I’ve got one. Y/N has Harry asked you out yet or is he still being a melt? From @CalFreezy” I giggled at the question and raised my eyebrows at Cal. “These are meant to be from Fans” I retorted to Cal telling him off a little. “Yh Freezy is your biggest fan he’s always nattering on about you and talking about you moving in with them when Harry gets the guts” Cal defended himself causing me to burst out laughing. “Well we all know Harry and I are friends, I love him very much but that’s as deep as it goes” I replied to Cals previous question from Freezy, slight sadness barely evident in my voice. “Is that the only thing that goes deep” Cal stated before bursting out laughing at himself and falling back in his chair ultimately falling off of it causing me to laugh. “Well that’s it for today guys thank you for watching and thanks to this idiot for joining me” I smiled at the camera before shutting it off and helping Cal from the floor. 

“You really need to stop that you know? You can’t force anything to happen” I said matter of factly towards cal as he nibbled on some Pringles. “You see Y/N I’m actually Cal from the future and I’m just stating facts” he gave me a cheesy grin as I tutted at him and rolled my eyes. I was taken out of my trance by a text from my phone. “Alright ditch me for lover boy” Cal called after me. I opened my phone to see it was from Harry but it wasn’t what I was expecting. 

‘Hey Y/N, we shouldn’t hang out anymore it makes Belle uncomfortable.’ 

“Cal what the fuck is this” I shouted to my friend. I heard the thudding of his feet and turned around to show him the message I had just received. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Belle Belle Belle Oh Belle, her really?” Cal scrunched his nose up at me. “Ummm elaborate, who’s Belle?” I pressed for him to release more info to me. “Oh Harry went on a date with her like three weeks ago, looks like it worked out, well for them I guess” Cal shrugged piecing the different parts of the puzzle together for me. “Oh, wow, so he is just gonna drop me like that, like I’m, I’m nothing, like i wasn’t the one there for him when he was mourning over his last breakup. Well that’s a kick in the teeth” I said starting to sniffle, tears threatening to break their way out of my eyes and my mood instantly dropping to nothing. “Hey no don’t cry” Cal said engulfing me in a hug, which I gladly melted into. “If he couldn’t see what he had with you then that boy is more blind than we all thought.” Cal reassured me rubbing my back. “Plus your make up looks too nice to cry it off” Cal said catching a stray tear from my face and making me giggle a little. “Oh Cal why can’t we fall in love?” I questioned sniffing and straightening out my clothes. “Because that would be like fucking my sister and that’s weird” Cal stated making me giggle. 

I don’t think anyone could quite get their heads wrapped around the fact that Harry was with someone new, especially because that someone was not me. For the next month I got fans tweeting me asking if Harry and I had broken up or if he had gone crazy. I also got sorry looks from my friends. Always being placed in the furthest seat away from Harry, always given excuses as to why I couldn’t come to shoots. It sucked majorly. And the worst part about all of this is everyone felt like they had to tread on eggshells around me, as if I wasn’t a fully grown woman who could handle these situations. 

I knocked on Simons apartment door before he opened it replying to someone about something. “Oh Y/N you alright” he said quickly closing the door a little. “Yh Talia said I could pop round and grab my camera that she borrowed.” I said smiling at the lanky man. “Oh yh well um come in, just be careful yh” Simon nodded at me. I furrowed my eyebrows and just nodded at his comment following him through to the living room. And as soon as I saw the tall figure sat next to Harry with an unimpressed look on her face I realised why Simon gave me such a warning. “Heyyyy Y/N Is here” Ethan called standing up giving me a hug making me giggle a little. “Yh Talia knicked my camera again” I stated smiling at the girl who blushed a little realising she still hadn’t returned my device. “Oh so that’s Y/N” a snotty voice said causing everyone to quiet down and all eyes turning in her direction. “Yup, the one and only” I smiled back at her trying to be as nice as possible. “Belle right? Nice to meet you” I smiled back at her trying to make conversation in the silent room. I rocked back and forth on my heels for a while, Belle gave me a good look up and down, narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips as if wanting to comment something. Before she could I saw Harry whisper something to her and she scoffed. “If I have an opinion I’m going to say it. And I have many about her” Belle said loud enough for everyone to hear whilst pointing at me. “Here I found it” Talia smiled at me handing me my camera before noticing the mood of the room. 

“Ok well, I will be off then, lovely to see you all and to meet you Belle” I stated the last part through gritted teeth before spinning around and making my way to the door. “Even worse from the back” I heard Belle try and whisper to I presume Harry. I stopped in my tracks and raised my eyebrows. The audacity of this girl, how dare she disrespect me in front of all my friends. I turned around to meet her eyes with a sickeningly sweet smile on my face. Before I could say anything though Talia butted in. “You know what, you do not talk to my friend like that, I have barely known you a month and I am so sick of you already, please leave before I do or say something I regret” she smiled at Belle joining me by my side and linking arms with me. Belle just looked around at everyone, with everyone just averting their gaze and waiting for something big to happen. All she did was huff, grabbing Harrys hand and storming out of the apartment with him. 

“Jesus Y/N what did you do to make him choose her, she’s like an angry controlling goblin” Ethan huffed as soon as we all heard the door close. “Hey, I got cut off a long time ago, ask him not me” I giggled before thanking Talia and leaving the apartment to go home. 

I was lounging around my apartment, Ethans words spiralling around my head. I decided tonight was for me. I popped on my favourite movie and rummaged through my freezer finding some ben and Jerrys and starting to scoff down the tub. This sofa must be super man or something because I had soon fallen asleep, I was only awoken by loud continuous knocking at my door. I regained my focus and gaged my surrounding before wrapping a blanket around myself and making my way to the door. As soon as I opened it I was pulled into a bone crushing hug. “I’m so fucking sorry, its you its always been you, I don’t know what I was thinking, I just needed someone to fill the void and she was ok for a week but I need you. You are all I need, all I want, please forgive me I love you” as much as I just wanted to melt into his arms I pulled my self back so that we were an arm lengths apart. “You best come in” I sighed. I finished the teas and made my way over to Harry, passing him his favourite mug of mine. I crossed my legs as we sat at opposite ends of the sofa in silence. 

“What about Belle?” I broke the silence, harry whipped his head up to look at me. “Look I’m so sorry she was a mistake and I should never have even given her shot. She’s so nasty and I could never forgive myself. This past month without you has felt like my heart was ripped in two. I’ve been so miserable and then when I saw you today I felt like I had been given a new chance at life. I get it if you hate me but I need you so bad and I cant live without you.” Harry opened his heart to me for the second time that evening. “You’re such a dummy Harry” I said with a sigh placing my mug on the coffee table. Harry looked at me as if he was broken by the words I just said. I just shook my head at him before leaning over and planting a soft kiss on his lips. The moment seemed to last forever. It was like in the movies when time slowed down and fireworks erupted around the couple who after all their trials and tribulations finally found each other. “I can’t help but love you Harry” I whispered only inches from his face as I pulled back for air, a sly grin on my face. Harrys arms snaked around my wait brining me into him for another soft kiss. i leant my head on his chest listening to his heart, thumping like it was going to break out and slap me in the face. “So what now” harry mumbled into my hair. I leant up so my eyes met his. “Well you will ask me on a date to a nice restaurant where we end up getting a little too drunk. Then we walk along the Thames, watching people walk by when at the perfect moment when the city goes silent you ask me to be your girlfriend and then we come back here and spend the night together. But with a little more physical activity than were used to” I grinned at him causing him to chuckle. “So you forgive me?” He said looking at me with pleading eyes. “God yes I forgive you, I could never be mad at you” I smiled at him. How could I? I did truly love him and it was as simple as that. 

After a few months, and the date Harry had promised, we told our friends and announced to our followers that we had finally decided to get together. apparently it was quite obvious as the boys had started taking bets as to when we would tell them about our new relationship. The fans seemed to love it as well, always receiving amazing and supportive comments on all of our posts and videos that we did together. Although we were young I think people saw how care free and happy we made each other. Most importantly how much we loved each other.

#Harry Lewis x reader #Harry Lewis one shot #Harry Lewis imagine #wroetoshaw #harry lewis #w2s #sidemen

[therealjordan23]

Some angst and violence for the soul

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Donald was exhausted.

It was around midnight, and he was just trudging into the houseboat he had gotten his friends, Goofy and Mickey, to pay for about a week ago. He was already under a wave of stress after realizing that he needed to owe his friends around $50,000 for the boat, and the boys hadn't even been born yet. How was he supposed to cover the boys financially? Babies weren't cheap!

He groaned, unlocking the door, and entering the unfurnished houseboat. He spotted Della’s eggs, sitting there peacefully, and he smiled. He bent down on one knee, placing a gentle kiss atop of each egg. He knew they were due anytime now, and he desperately needed a job if he wanted to provide for these boys.

He had spent most of today and yesterday job hunting, and most companies weren't too eager to hire a 26 year old with little to no experience—he heavily grunted, taking off his sailor's cap and tossing it aside. His fingers wordlessly ran through his hair, and he sighed—it served him right. Donald felt that he had been too reliant on Scrooge his whole life, and now, he was facing the repercussions. Now he was on his own, after that rich bastard killed his sister.

Donald gazed at the 3 unhatched eggs, who were currently nestled inside of a woven basket, covered by 3 warm blankets. He sighed: this wasn't enough, he knew that. Who was he kidding? He wasn't a father, he wasn't ready to be one! Here he was, taking care of 3 eggs, who currently lived inside of an old wooden basket he had acquired from the old fish market around the corner.

A wave of resentment ran throughout his body as he thought about Della, and her leaving before her boys were due. He warned her about this, he knew the boys were due any day now, and she still chose to go up into space. She was an adventure junkie, who valued her own thrill over motherhood. Scrooge was also to be blamed here: even though Scrooge was aware that Della’s sons were due, he had still built the rocket. Donald warned both of them, but they didn't listen, and now…

And now she was gone.

There was a soft knock on the door, and Donald scowled. Who would be here this late? Shaking his head when he heard another persistent knock, he grabbed an old blunderbuss he had acquired from his navy days, and quietly crept to the door,

He opened it only to find Scrooge standing there.

Rage like no other filled his whole being, and he dropped the blunderbuss, grabbing him by his expensive red overcoat. He slammed Scrooge against the side of the houseboat, his face growing red.

"What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" he bit out through his gritted teeth.

"I just wanted to check on you. I'm really worried about you." Scrooge said, his voice now sounding sympathetic?!

This made Donald furious.

"Why do you care?!" he shouted, losing all forms of control as he jabbed Scrooge's chest angrily with his finger. "You're the reason I'm in this mess! It was you who built that damn rocket! It was you who knew Della was expecting! And it was you who sent her up into space!"

Scrooge scowled. "It was meant to he a surprise, how was I supposed—"

Donald pressed him deeper into the wall, baring his teeth. "You know Della's good at sniffing out surprises… sorry, you knew, because now she's DEAD!" he roared.

His uncle looked miserable. "I DIDN'T KNOW THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN!"

Donald seethed. "WELL YOU SHOULD'VE. YOU MAKE A BIG SHOW OF BEING 'SHARPER THAN THE SHARPIES'! YOU SAID YOU COULD SEE EVERY ANGLE, YET, YOU DIDN'T SEE THE MOST OBVIOUS ONE!" he screamed. Then in a much more quieter tone, he added, "She's gone."

Scrooge softened, and made a move to place a comforting hand on his nephew's shoulder. "Lad, I…"

Donald’s guard was back up, and he grabbed Scrooge, pinning him up against the wall once more. “Don’t,” he hissed. “Don’t even think about calling me that.”

Scrooge couldn't unsee the pure rage and hatred his nephew had for him now. “I don’t know what you want me to do la—err, Donald. I-I’ve been sending hundreds of ships to go and find her, I’m doing the best I can.”

Donald smirked, but there was no mirth in his eyes. “No… you think you’re helping, but you’re just trying to relieve yourself of a guilty conscience. I’ve seen you do it millions of times,” he snarled, referring back to their adventures: sometimes, they got messy, and it often resulted in a serious injury or damage to an innocent person. Scrooge would pay them a ridiculous amount of money so he wouldn’t have to deal with their problems, and thus, relieving his guilt.

But Donald wouldn’t give him that luxury. He wanted for Scrooge to wallow in his own misery and guilt, feeling the severity of the mistake he had just made. Scrooge realized Donald’s intentions, and scowled.

“I’m not relieving myself of anything,” he growled. “I’m an uncle who lost his niece, and I’m working my arse off to get her back, especially with these lads on the way.” he craned his neck to get a glimpse of his grandnephews, but Donald was quick to grab Scrooge’s neck, forcing him to look away.

The sailor clenched his jaw, and let out a dark chuckle. “You should’ve thought about that before you built the rocket.” Donald grabbed the previously discarded blunderbuss, and Scrooge struggled for air as Donald’s grip around his neck grew tighter. His nephew’s muscles flexed as he lifted Scrooge off of feet, slamming him into the wall once more.

Scrooge struggled for words. “Donald, s-stop—”

As he choked him, he forced Scrooge to look him in the eye, pressing the blunderbuss against his uncle’s chest. “As long as I’m alive, you will never see those boys. They will never refer to you as their uncle, and they won’t know who you are, and what you did to their mother.”

Scrooge was terrified by the rage in his nephew’s intense eyes: he wasn’t bluffing, Donald was willing to kill him right here and right now.

Donald’s grip on Scrooge’s neck became more harsh, and he became pale. “Now, if you ever try to contact me or my family again, I will fucking kill you.”

Donald finally let Scrooge fall to the ground, and Scrooge coughed, gasping for air as he clutched his swollen neck. He sputtered out his next words.”Y-you could’ve killed me.”

His nephew growled. “You’re already dead to me.”

Donald spat on Scrooge’s face, and walked inside his houseboat, slamming the door behind him. Scrooge lied there, as Donald’s saliva trickled down his face, all a bloody reminder that he was responsible for 3 things: the death of his niece, the death of Donald’s twin sister, and the death of his grandnephew’s mother. Scrooge slowly got to his feet, and used his sleeve to wipe the drool off his face. Scrooge reached into his pocket, pulling out the envelope he had in his pocket the whole time. Making sure there was $50,000 in there, he placed it down, and walked away.

No wonder Donald hated his guts.

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A bathroom figures significantly in the origin stories of at least two classic One Direction songs. The first will be familiar to any fan: Songwriter and producer Savan Kotecha was sitting on the toilet in a London hotel room, when he heard his wife say, “I feel so ugly today.” The words that popped into his head would shape the chorus of One Direction’s unforgettable 2011 debut, “What Makes You Beautiful.”

The second takes place a few years later. Another hotel room in England — this one in Manchester — where songwriters and producers Julian Bunetta and John Ryan were throwing back Cucumber Collins cocktails and tinkering with a beat. Liam Payne was there, too. At one point, Liam got up to use the bathroom and when he re-emerged, he was singing a melody. They taped it immediately. Most of it was mumbled — a temporary placeholder — but there was one phrase: “Better than words…” A few hours later, on the bus to another city, another show — Bunetta and Ryan can’t remember where — Payne asked, maybe having a laugh, what if the rest of the song was just lyrics from other songs?

“Songs in general, you’re just sort of waiting for an idea to bonk you on the head,” Ryan says from a Los Angeles studio with Bunetta. “And if you’re sort of winking at it, laughing at it — we were probably joking, what if [the next line was] ‘More than a feeling’? Well, that would actually be tight!”

“Better Than Words,” closed One Direction’s third album, Midnight Memories. It was never a single, but became a fan-favorite live show staple. It’s a mid-tempo headbanger that captures the essence of what One Direction is, and always was: One of the great rock and roll bands of the 21st century.

July 23rd marks One Direction’s 10th anniversary, the day Simon Cowell told Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne and Louis Tomlinson that they would progress on The X Factor as a group. Between that date and their last live performance (so far, one can hope) on December 31st, 2015, they released five albums, toured the world four times — twice playing stadiums — and left a trove of Top 10 hits for a devoted global fan base that came to life at the moment social media was re-defining the contours of fandom.

It’d been a decade since the heyday of ‘N Sync and Backstreet Boys, and the churn of generations demanded a new boy band. One Direction’s songs were great and their charisma and chemistry undeniable, but what made them stick was a sound unlike anything else in pop — rooted in guitar rock at a time when that couldn’t have been more passé.

Kotecha, who met 1D on The X Factor and shepherded them through their first few years, is a devoted student of boy band history. He first witnessed their power back in the Eighties when New Kids on the Block helped his older sister through her teens. The common thread linking all great boy bands, from New Kids to BSB, he says, is, “When they’d break, they’d come out of nowhere, sounding like nothing that’s on the radio.”

In 2010, Kotecha remembers, “everybody was doing this sort of Rihanna dance pop.” But that just wasn’t a sound One Direction could pull off (the Wanted only did it once); and famously, they didn’t even dance. Instead, the reference points for 1D went all the way back to the source of contemporary boy bands.

“Me and Simon would talk about how [One Direction] was Beatles-esque, Monkees-esque,” Kotecha continues. “They had such big personalities. I felt like a kid again when I was around them. And I felt like the only music you could really do that with is fun, pop-y guitar songs. It would come out of left field and become something owned by the fans.”

“The guitar riff had to be so simple that my friend’s 15-year-old daughter could play it and put a cover to YouTube,” says Carl Falk

To craft that sound on 1D’s first two albums, Up All Night and Take Me Home, Kotecha worked mostly with Swedish songwriters-producers Carl Falk and Rami Yacoub. They’d all studied at the Max Martin/Cheiron Studios school of pop craftsmanship, and Falk says they were confident they could crack the boy band code once more with songs that recalled BSB and ‘N Sync, but replaced the dated synths and pianos with guitars.

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The greatest thing popular music can do is make someone else think, “I can do that,” and One Direction’s music was designed with that intent. “The guitar riff had to be so simple that my friend’s 15-year-old daughter could play it and put a cover to YouTube,” Falk says. “If you listen to ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ or ‘One Thing,’ they have two-finger guitar riffs that everyone who can play a bit of guitar can learn. That was all on purpose.”

One Direction famously finished third on The X Factor, but Cowell immediately signed them to his label, Syco Music. They’d gone through one round of artist development boot camp on the show, and another followed on an X Factor live tour in spring 2011. They’d developed an onstage confidence, but the studio presented a new challenge. “We had to create who should do what in One Direction,” Falk says. To solve the puzzle the band’s five voices presented, they chose the kitchen sink method and everyone tried everything.

“They were searching for themselves,” Falk adds. “It was like, Harry, let’s just record him; he’s not afraid of anything. Liam’s the perfect song starter, and then you put Zayn on top with this high falsetto. Louis found his voice when we did ‘Change Your Mind.’ It was a long trial for everyone to find their strengths and weaknesses, but that was also the fun part.” Falk also gave Niall some of his first real guitar lessons; there’s video of them performing “One Thing” together, still blessedly up on YouTube.

“What Makes You Beautiful” was released September 11th, 2011 in the U.K. and debuted at Number One on the singles chart there — though the video had dropped a month prior. While One Direction’s immediate success in the U.K. and other parts of Europe wasn’t guaranteed, the home field odds were favorable. European markets have historically been kinder to boy bands than the U.S.; ‘N Sync and Backstreet Boys found huge success abroad before they conquered home. To that end, neither Kotecha nor Falk were sure 1D would break in the U.S. Falk even says of conceiving the band’s sound, “We didn’t want it to sound too American, because this was not meant — for us, at least — to work in America. This was gonna work in the U.K. and maybe outside the U.K.”

Stoking anticipation for “What Makes You Beautiful” by releasing the video on YouTube before the single dropped, preceded the strategy Columbia Records (the band’s U.S. label) adopted for Up All Night. Between its November 2011 arrival in the U.K. and its U.S. release in March 2012, Columbia eschewed traditional radio strategies and built hype on social media. One Direction had been extremely online since their X Factor days, engaging with fans and spending their downtime making silly videos to share. One goofy tune, made with Kotecha, called “Vas Happenin’ Boys?” was an early viral hit.

“They instinctively had this — and it might just be a generational thing — they just knew how to speak to their fans,” Kotecha says. “And they did that by being themselves. That was a unique thing about these boys: When the cameras turned on, they didn’t change who they were.”

Social media was flooded with One Direction contests and petitions to bring the band to fans’ towns. Radio stations were inundated with calls to play “What Makes You Beautiful” long before it was even available. When it did finally arrive, Kotecha (who was in Sweden at the time) remembers staying up all night to watch it climb the iTunes chart with each refresh.

Take Me Home, was recorded primarily in Stockholm and London during and after their first world tour. The success of Up All Night had attracted an array of top songwriting talent — Ed Sheeran even penned two hopeless romantic sad lad tunes, “Little Things” and “Over Again” — but Kotecha, Falk and Yacoub grabbed the reins, collaborating on six of the album’s 13 tracks. In charting their course, Kotecha returned to his boy band history: “My theory was, you give them a similar sound on album two, and album three is when you start moving on.”

Still, there was the inherent pressure of the second album to contend with. The label wanted a “What Makes You Beautiful, Part 2,” and evidence that the 1D phenomenon wasn’t slowing down appeared outside the window of the Stockholm studio: so many fans, the street had to be shut down. Kotecha even remembers seeing police officers with missing person photos, combing through the girls camped outside, looking for teens to return to their parents.

At this pivotal moment, One Direction made it clear that they wanted a greater say in their artistic future. Kotecha admits he was wary at first, but the band was determined. To help manage the workload, Kotecha had brought in two young songwriters, Kristoffer Fogelmark and Albin Nedler, who’d arrived with a handful of ideas, including a chorus for a booming power ballad called “Last First Kiss.”

“We thought, while we’re busy recording vocals, whoever’s not busy can go write songs with these two guys, and then we’ll help shape them as much as we can,” Kotecha says. “And to our pleasant surprise, the songs were pretty damn good.”

At this pivotal moment, too, songwriters Julian Bunetta and John Ryan also met the band. Friends from the Berklee College of Music, Bunetta and Ryan had moved out to L.A. and cut a few tracks, but still had no hits to their name. They entered the Syco orbit after scoring work on the U.S. version of The X Factor, and were asked if they wanted to try writing a song for Take Me Home. “I was like, yeah definitely,” Bunetta says. “They sold five million albums? Hell yeah, I want to make some money.”

Working with Jamie Scott, who’d written two songs on Up All Night (“More Than This” and “Stole My Heart”), Bunetta and Ryan wrote “C’mon, C’mon” — a blinding hit of young love that rips down a dance pop speedway through a comically oversized wall of Marshall stacks. It earned them a trip to London. Bunetta admits to thinking the whole 1D thing was “a quick little fad” ahead of their first meeting with the band, but their charms were overwhelming. Everyone hit it off immediately.

“Niall showed me his ass,” Bunetta remembers of the day they recorded, “They Don’t Know About Us,” one of five songs they produced for Take Me Home (two are on the deluxe edition). “The first vocal take, he went in to sing, did a take, I was looking down at the computer screen and was like, ‘On this line, can you sing it this way?’ And I looked over and he was mooning me. I was like, ‘I love this guy!’”

Take Me Home dropped November 9th, just nine days short of Up All Night’s first anniversary. With only seven weeks left in 2012, it became the fourth best-selling album of the year globally, moving 4.4 million copies, per the IFPI; it fell short of Adele’s 21, Taylor Swift’s Red and 1D’s own Up All Night, which had several extra months to sell 4.5 million copies.

Kotecha, Falk and Yacoub’s tracks anchored the album. Songs like “Kiss You,” “Heart Attack” and “Live While We’re Young” were pristine pop rock that One Direction delivered with full delirium, vulnerability and possibility — the essence of the teen — in voices increasingly capable of navigating all the little nuances of that spectrum. And the songs 1D helped write (“Last First Kiss,” “Back for You” and “Summer Love”) remain among the LP’s best.

“You saw that they caught the bug and were really good at it,” Kotecha says of their songwriting. “And moving forward, you got the impression that that was the way for them.”

Like clockwork, the wheels began to churn for album three right after Take Me Home dropped. But unlike those first two records, carving out dedicated studio time for LP3 was going to be difficult — on February 23rd, 2013, One Direction would launch a world tour in London, the first of 123 concerts they’d play that year. They’d have to write and record on the road, and for Kotecha and Falk — both of whom had just had kids — that just wasn’t possible.

But it was also time for a creative shift. Even Kotecha knew that from his boy band history: album three is, after all, when you start moving on. One Direction was ready, too. Kotecha credits Louis, the oldest member of the group, for “shepherding them into adulthood, away from the very pop-y stuff of the first two albums. He was leading the charge to make sure that they had a more mature sound. And at the time, being in it, it was a little difficult for me, Rami and Carl to grasp — but hindsight, that was the right thing to do.”

“For three years, this was our schedule,” Bunetta says. “We did X Factor October, November, December. Took off January. February, flew to London. We’d gather ideas with the band, come up with sounds, hang out. Then back to L.A. for March, produce some stuff, then go out on the road with them in April. Get vocals, write a song or two, come back for May, work on the vocals, and produce the songs we wrote on the road. Back to London in June-ish. Back here for July, produce it up. Go back on tour in August, get last bits of vocals, mix in September, back to X Factor in October, album out in November, January off, start it all over again.”

That cycle began in early 2013 when Bunetta and Ryan flew to London for a session that lasted just over a week, but yielded the bulk of Midnight Memories. With songwriters Jamie Scott, Wayne Hector and Ed Drewett they wrote “Best Song Ever” and “You and I,” and, with One Direction, “Diana” and “Midnight Memories.” Bunetta and Ryan’s initial rapport with the band strengthened — they were a few years older, but as Bunetta jokes, “We act like we’re 19 all the time anyway.” Years ago, Bunetta posted an audio clip documenting the creation of “Midnight Memories” — the place-holder chorus was a full-throated, perfectly harmonized, “I love KFC!”

For the most part, Bunetta, Ryan and 1D doubled down on the rock sound their predecessors had forged, but there was one outlier from that week. A stunning bit of post-Mumford festival folk buoyed by a new kind of lyrical and vocal maturity called “Story of My Life.”

“This was a make or break moment for them,” Bunetta says. “They needed to grow up, or they were gonna go away — and they wanted to grow up. To get to the level they got to, you need more than just your fan base. That song extended far beyond their fan base and made people really pay attention.”

Production on Midnight Memories continued on the road, where, like so many bands before them, One Direction unlocked a new dimension to their music. Tour engineer Alex Oriet made it possible, Ryan says, building makeshift vocal booths in hotel rooms by flipping beds up against the walls. Writing and recording was crammed in whenever — 20 minutes before a show, or right after another two-hour performance.

“It preserved the excitement of the moment,” Bunetta says. “We were just there, doing it, marinating in it at all times. You’re capturing moments instead of trying to recreate them. A lot of times we’d write a song, sing it in the hotel, produce it, then fly back out to have them re-sing it — and so many times the demo vocals were better. They hadn’t memorized it yet. They were still in the mood. There was a performance there that you couldn’t recreate.”

Midnight Memories arrived, per usual, in November 2013. And, per usual, it was a smash. The following year, 1D brought their songs to the environment they always deserved — stadiums around the world — and amid the biggest shows of their career, they worked on their aptly-titled fourth album Four. The 123 concerts 1D had played the year before had strengthened their combined vocal prowess in a way that opened up an array of new possibilities.

“We could use their voices on Four to make something sound more exciting and bigger, rather than having to add too many guitars, synths or drums,” Ryan says.

“They were so much more dynamic and subtle, too,” Bunetta adds. “I don’t think they could’ve pulled off a song like ‘Night Changes’ two albums prior; or the nuance to sing soft and emotionally on ‘Fireproof.’ It takes a lot of experience to deliver a restrained vocal that way.”

“A lot of the songs were double,” Bunetta says, “like somebody might be singing about their girlfriend, but there was another meaning that applied to the group as well.”

Musically, Four was 1D’s most expansive album yet — from the sky-high piano rock of “Steal My Girl” to the tender, tasteful groove of “Fireproof” — and it had the emotional range to match. Now in their early twenties, songs like “Where Do Broken Hearts Go,” “No Control,” “Fool’s Gold” and “Clouds” redrew the dramas and euphorias of adolescence with the new weight, wit and wanton winks of impending adulthood. One Direction wasn’t growing up normally in any sense of the word, but they were becoming songwriters capable of drawing out the most relatable elements from their extraordinary circumstances — like on “Change Your Ticket,” where the turbulent love affairs of young jet-setters are distilled to the universal pang of a long goodbye. There were real relationships inspiring these stories, but now that One Direction was four years into being the biggest band on the planet, it was natural that the relationships within the band would make it into the music as well.

“I think that on Four,” Bunetta says with a slight pause, “there were some tensions going on. A lot of the songs were double — like somebody might be singing about their girlfriend, but there was another meaning that applied to the group as well.”

He continues: “It’s tough going through that age, having to spread your wings with so many eyeballs on you, so much money and no break. It was tough for them to carve out their individual manhood, space and point of view, while learning how to communicate with each other. Even more than relationship things that were going on, that was the bigger blanket that was in there every day, seeping into the songs.”

Bunetta remembers Zayn playing him “Pillowtalk” and a few other songs for the first time through a three a.m. fog of cigarette smoke in a hotel room in Japan.

“Fucking amazing,” he says. “They were fucking awesome. I know creatively he wasn’t getting what he needed from the way that the albums were being made on the road. He wanted to lock himself in the studio and take his time, be methodical. And that just wasn’t possible.”

A month or so later, and 16 shows into One Direction’s “On the Road Again” tour, Zayn left the band. Bunetta and Ryan agree it wasn’t out of the blue: “He was frustrated and wanted to do things outside of the band,” Bunetta says. “It’s a lot for a young kid, all those shows. We’d been with them for a bunch of years at this point — it was a matter of when. You just hoped that it would wait until the last album.”

Still, Bunetta compares the loss to having a finger lopped off, and he acknowledges that Harry, Niall, Liam and Louis struggled to find their bearings as One Direction continued with their stadium tour and next album, Made in the A.M. Just as band tensions bubbled beneath the songs on Four, Zayn’s departure left an imprint on Made in the A.M. Not with any overt malice, but a song like “Drag Me Down,” Bunetta says, reflects the effort to bounce back. Even Niall pushing his voice to the limits of his range on that song wouldn’t have been necessary if Zayn and his trusty falsetto were available.

But Made in the A.M. wasn’t beholden to this shake-up. Bunetta and Ryan cite “Olivia” as a defining track, one that captures just how far One Direction had come as songwriters: They’d written it in 45 minutes, after wasting a whole day trying to write something far worse.

“When you start as a songwriter, you write a bunch of shitty songs, you get better and you keep getting better,” Ryan says. “But then you can get finicky and you’re like, ‘Maybe I have to get smart with this lyric.’ By Made in the A.M. … they were coming into their own in the sense of picking up a guitar, messing around and feeling something, rather than being like, ‘How do I put this puzzle together?’”

After Zayn’s departure, Bunetta and Ryan said it became clear that Made in the A.M. would be One Direction’s last album before some break of indeterminate length. The album boasts the palpable tug of the end, but to One Direction’s credit, that finality is balanced by a strong sense of forever. It’s literally the last sentiment they leave their fans on album-closer “History,” singing, “Baby don’t you know, baby don’t you know/We can live forever.”

In a way, Made in the A.M. is about One Direction as an entity. Not one that belonged to the group, but to everyone they spent five years making music for. Four years since their hiatus and 10 years since their formation, the fans remain One Direction’s defining legacy. Even as all five members have settled into solo careers, Ryan notes that baseless rumors of any kind of reunion — even a meager Zoom call — can still set the internet on fire. The old songs remain potent, too: Carl Falk says his nine-year-old son has taken to making TikToks to 1D tracks.

“Most of them weren’t necessarily musicians before this happened, but they loved music, and they found a love of creating, writing and playing,” Kotecha says

There are plenty of metrics to quantify One Direction’s reach, success and influence. The hard numbers — album sales and concert stubs — are staggering on their own, but the ineffable is always more fun. One Direction was such a good band that a fan, half-jokingly, but then kinda seriously, started a GoFundMe to buy out their contract and grant them full artistic freedom. One Direction was such a good band that songwriters like Kotecha and Falk — who would go on to make hits with Ariana Grande, the Weeknd and Nicki Minaj — still think about the songs they could’ve made with them. One Direction was such a good band that Mitski covered “Fireproof.”

But maybe it all comes down to the most ineffable thing of all: Chance. Kotecha compares success on talent shows like The X Factor to waking up one morning and being super cut — but now, to keep that figure, you have to work out at a 10, without having done the gradual work to reach that level. That’s the downfall for so many acts, but One Direction was not only able, but willing, to put in the work.

“They’re one of the only acts from those types of shows that managed to do it for such a long time,” Kotecha says. “Five years is a long time for a massive pop star to go nonstop. I know it was tiring, but they were fantastic sports about it. They appreciated and understood the opportunity they had — and, as you can see, they haven’t really stopped since. Most of them weren’t necessarily musicians before this happened, but they loved music, and they found a love of creating, writing and playing. To have these boys — that had been sort of randomly picked — to also have that? It will never be repeated.”

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A bathroom figures significantly in the origin stories of at least two classic One Direction songs. The first will be familiar to any fan: Songwriter and producer Savan Kotecha was sitting on the toilet in a London hotel room, when he heard his wife say, “I feel so ugly today.” The words that popped into his head would shape the chorus of One Direction’s unforgettable 2011 debut, “What Makes You Beautiful.”

The second takes place a few years later. Another hotel room in England — this one in Manchester — where songwriters and producers Julian Bunetta and John Ryan were throwing back Cucumber Collins cocktails and tinkering with a beat. Liam Payne was there, too. At one point, Liam got up to use the bathroom and when he re-emerged, he was singing a melody. They taped it immediately. Most of it was mumbled — a temporary placeholder — but there was one phrase: “Better than words…” A few hours later, on the bus to another city, another show — Bunetta and Ryan can’t remember where — Payne asked, maybe having a laugh, what if the rest of the song was just lyrics from other songs?

“Songs in general, you’re just sort of waiting for an idea to bonk you on the head,” Ryan says from a Los Angeles studio with Bunetta. “And if you’re sort of winking at it, laughing at it — we were probably joking, what if [the next line was] ‘More than a feeling’? Well, that would actually be tight!”

“Better Than Words,” closed One Direction’s third album, Midnight Memories. It was never a single, but became a fan-favorite live show staple. It’s a mid-tempo headbanger that captures the essence of what One Direction is, and always was: One of the great rock and roll bands of the 21st century.

July 23rd marks One Direction’s 10th anniversary, the day Simon Cowell told Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne and Louis Tomlinson that they would progress on The X Factor as a group. Between that date and their last live performance (so far, one can hope) on December 31st, 2015, they released five albums, toured the world four times — twice playing stadiums — and left a trove of Top 10 hits for a devoted global fan base that came to life at the moment social media was re-defining the contours of fandom.

It’d been a decade since the heyday of ‘N Sync and Backstreet Boys, and the churn of generations demanded a new boy band. One Direction’s songs were great and their charisma and chemistry undeniable, but what made them stick was a sound unlike anything else in pop — rooted in guitar rock at a time when that couldn’t have been more passé.

Kotecha, who met 1D on The X Factor and shepherded them through their first few years, is a devoted student of boy band history. He first witnessed their power back in the Eighties when New Kids on the Block helped his older sister through her teens. The common thread linking all great boy bands, from New Kids to BSB, he says, is, “When they’d break, they’d come out of nowhere, sounding like nothing that’s on the radio.”

In 2010, Kotecha remembers, “everybody was doing this sort of Rihanna dance pop.” But that just wasn’t a sound One Direction could pull off (the Wanted only did it once); and famously, they didn’t even dance. Instead, the reference points for 1D went all the way back to the source of contemporary boy bands.

“Me and Simon would talk about how [One Direction] was Beatles-esque, Monkees-esque,” Kotecha continues. “They had such big personalities. I felt like a kid again when I was around them. And I felt like the only music you could really do that with is fun, pop-y guitar songs. It would come out of left field and become something owned by the fans.”

“The guitar riff had to be so simple that my friend’s 15-year-old daughter could play it and put a cover to YouTube,” says Carl Falk

To craft that sound on 1D’s first two albums, Up All Night and Take Me Home, Kotecha worked mostly with Swedish songwriters-producers Carl Falk and Rami Yacoub. They’d all studied at the Max Martin/Cheiron Studios school of pop craftsmanship, and Falk says they were confident they could crack the boy band code once more with songs that recalled BSB and ‘N Sync, but replaced the dated synths and pianos with guitars.

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The greatest thing popular music can do is make someone else think, “I can do that,” and One Direction’s music was designed with that intent. “The guitar riff had to be so simple that my friend’s 15-year-old daughter could play it and put a cover to YouTube,” Falk says. “If you listen to ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ or ‘One Thing,’ they have two-finger guitar riffs that everyone who can play a bit of guitar can learn. That was all on purpose.”

One Direction famously finished third on The X Factor, but Cowell immediately signed them to his label, Syco Music. They’d gone through one round of artist development boot camp on the show, and another followed on an X Factor live tour in spring 2011. They’d developed an onstage confidence, but the studio presented a new challenge. “We had to create who should do what in One Direction,” Falk says. To solve the puzzle the band’s five voices presented, they chose the kitchen sink method and everyone tried everything.

“They were searching for themselves,” Falk adds. “It was like, Harry, let’s just record him; he’s not afraid of anything. Liam’s the perfect song starter, and then you put Zayn on top with this high falsetto. Louis found his voice when we did ‘Change Your Mind.’ It was a long trial for everyone to find their strengths and weaknesses, but that was also the fun part.” Falk also gave Niall some of his first real guitar lessons; there’s video of them performing “One Thing” together, still blessedly up on YouTube.

“What Makes You Beautiful” was released September 11th, 2011 in the U.K. and debuted at Number One on the singles chart there — though the video had dropped a month prior. While One Direction’s immediate success in the U.K. and other parts of Europe wasn’t guaranteed, the home field odds were favorable. European markets have historically been kinder to boy bands than the U.S.; ‘N Sync and Backstreet Boys found huge success abroad before they conquered home. To that end, neither Kotecha nor Falk were sure 1D would break in the U.S. Falk even says of conceiving the band’s sound, “We didn’t want it to sound too American, because this was not meant — for us, at least — to work in America. This was gonna work in the U.K. and maybe outside the U.K.”

Stoking anticipation for “What Makes You Beautiful” by releasing the video on YouTube before the single dropped, preceded the strategy Columbia Records (the band’s U.S. label) adopted for Up All Night. Between its November 2011 arrival in the U.K. and its U.S. release in March 2012, Columbia eschewed traditional radio strategies and built hype on social media. One Direction had been extremely online since their X Factor days, engaging with fans and spending their downtime making silly videos to share. One goofy tune, made with Kotecha, called “Vas Happenin’ Boys?” was an early viral hit.

“They instinctively had this — and it might just be a generational thing — they just knew how to speak to their fans,” Kotecha says. “And they did that by being themselves. That was a unique thing about these boys: When the cameras turned on, they didn’t change who they were.”

Social media was flooded with One Direction contests and petitions to bring the band to fans’ towns. Radio stations were inundated with calls to play “What Makes You Beautiful” long before it was even available. When it did finally arrive, Kotecha (who was in Sweden at the time) remembers staying up all night to watch it climb the iTunes chart with each refresh.

Take Me Home, was recorded primarily in Stockholm and London during and after their first world tour. The success of Up All Night had attracted an array of top songwriting talent — Ed Sheeran even penned two hopeless romantic sad lad tunes, “Little Things” and “Over Again” — but Kotecha, Falk and Yacoub grabbed the reins, collaborating on six of the album’s 13 tracks. In charting their course, Kotecha returned to his boy band history: “My theory was, you give them a similar sound on album two, and album three is when you start moving on.”

Still, there was the inherent pressure of the second album to contend with. The label wanted a “What Makes You Beautiful, Part 2,” and evidence that the 1D phenomenon wasn’t slowing down appeared outside the window of the Stockholm studio: so many fans, the street had to be shut down. Kotecha even remembers seeing police officers with missing person photos, combing through the girls camped outside, looking for teens to return to their parents.

At this pivotal moment, One Direction made it clear that they wanted a greater say in their artistic future. Kotecha admits he was wary at first, but the band was determined. To help manage the workload, Kotecha had brought in two young songwriters, Kristoffer Fogelmark and Albin Nedler, who’d arrived with a handful of ideas, including a chorus for a booming power ballad called “Last First Kiss.”

“We thought, while we’re busy recording vocals, whoever’s not busy can go write songs with these two guys, and then we’ll help shape them as much as we can,” Kotecha says. “And to our pleasant surprise, the songs were pretty damn good.”

At this pivotal moment, too, songwriters Julian Bunetta and John Ryan also met the band. Friends from the Berklee College of Music, Bunetta and Ryan had moved out to L.A. and cut a few tracks, but still had no hits to their name. They entered the Syco orbit after scoring work on the U.S. version of The X Factor, and were asked if they wanted to try writing a song for Take Me Home. “I was like, yeah definitely,” Bunetta says. “They sold five million albums? Hell yeah, I want to make some money.”

Working with Jamie Scott, who’d written two songs on Up All Night (“More Than This” and “Stole My Heart”), Bunetta and Ryan wrote “C’mon, C’mon” — a blinding hit of young love that rips down a dance pop speedway through a comically oversized wall of Marshall stacks. It earned them a trip to London. Bunetta admits to thinking the whole 1D thing was “a quick little fad” ahead of their first meeting with the band, but their charms were overwhelming. Everyone hit it off immediately.

“Niall showed me his ass,” Bunetta remembers of the day they recorded, “They Don’t Know About Us,” one of five songs they produced for Take Me Home (two are on the deluxe edition). “The first vocal take, he went in to sing, did a take, I was looking down at the computer screen and was like, ‘On this line, can you sing it this way?’ And I looked over and he was mooning me. I was like, ‘I love this guy!’”

Take Me Home dropped November 9th, just nine days short of Up All Night’s first anniversary. With only seven weeks left in 2012, it became the fourth best-selling album of the year globally, moving 4.4 million copies, per the IFPI; it fell short of Adele’s 21, Taylor Swift’s Red and 1D’s own Up All Night, which had several extra months to sell 4.5 million copies.

Kotecha, Falk and Yacoub’s tracks anchored the album. Songs like “Kiss You,” “Heart Attack” and “Live While We’re Young” were pristine pop rock that One Direction delivered with full delirium, vulnerability and possibility — the essence of the teen — in voices increasingly capable of navigating all the little nuances of that spectrum. And the songs 1D helped write (“Last First Kiss,” “Back for You” and “Summer Love”) remain among the LP’s best.

“You saw that they caught the bug and were really good at it,” Kotecha says of their songwriting. “And moving forward, you got the impression that that was the way for them.”

Like clockwork, the wheels began to churn for album three right after Take Me Home dropped. But unlike those first two records, carving out dedicated studio time for LP3 was going to be difficult — on February 23rd, 2013, One Direction would launch a world tour in London, the first of 123 concerts they’d play that year. They’d have to write and record on the road, and for Kotecha and Falk — both of whom had just had kids — that just wasn’t possible.

But it was also time for a creative shift. Even Kotecha knew that from his boy band history: album three is, after all, when you start moving on. One Direction was ready, too. Kotecha credits Louis, the oldest member of the group, for “shepherding them into adulthood, away from the very pop-y stuff of the first two albums. He was leading the charge to make sure that they had a more mature sound. And at the time, being in it, it was a little difficult for me, Rami and Carl to grasp — but hindsight, that was the right thing to do.”

“For three years, this was our schedule,” Bunetta says. “We did X Factor October, November, December. Took off January. February, flew to London. We’d gather ideas with the band, come up with sounds, hang out. Then back to L.A. for March, produce some stuff, then go out on the road with them in April. Get vocals, write a song or two, come back for May, work on the vocals, and produce the songs we wrote on the road. Back to London in June-ish. Back here for July, produce it up. Go back on tour in August, get last bits of vocals, mix in September, back to X Factor in October, album out in November, January off, start it all over again.”

That cycle began in early 2013 when Bunetta and Ryan flew to London for a session that lasted just over a week, but yielded the bulk of Midnight Memories. With songwriters Jamie Scott, Wayne Hector and Ed Drewett they wrote “Best Song Ever” and “You and I,” and, with One Direction, “Diana” and “Midnight Memories.” Bunetta and Ryan’s initial rapport with the band strengthened — they were a few years older, but as Bunetta jokes, “We act like we’re 19 all the time anyway.” Years ago, Bunetta posted an audio clip documenting the creation of “Midnight Memories” — the place-holder chorus was a full-throated, perfectly harmonized, “I love KFC!”

For the most part, Bunetta, Ryan and 1D doubled down on the rock sound their predecessors had forged, but there was one outlier from that week. A stunning bit of post-Mumford festival folk buoyed by a new kind of lyrical and vocal maturity called “Story of My Life.”

“This was a make or break moment for them,” Bunetta says. “They needed to grow up, or they were gonna go away — and they wanted to grow up. To get to the level they got to, you need more than just your fan base. That song extended far beyond their fan base and made people really pay attention.”

Production on Midnight Memories continued on the road, where, like so many bands before them, One Direction unlocked a new dimension to their music. Tour engineer Alex Oriet made it possible, Ryan says, building makeshift vocal booths in hotel rooms by flipping beds up against the walls. Writing and recording was crammed in whenever — 20 minutes before a show, or right after another two-hour performance.

“It preserved the excitement of the moment,” Bunetta says. “We were just there, doing it, marinating in it at all times. You’re capturing moments instead of trying to recreate them. A lot of times we’d write a song, sing it in the hotel, produce it, then fly back out to have them re-sing it — and so many times the demo vocals were better. They hadn’t memorized it yet. They were still in the mood. There was a performance there that you couldn’t recreate.”

Midnight Memories arrived, per usual, in November 2013. And, per usual, it was a smash. The following year, 1D brought their songs to the environment they always deserved — stadiums around the world — and amid the biggest shows of their career, they worked on their aptly-titled fourth album Four. The 123 concerts 1D had played the year before had strengthened their combined vocal prowess in a way that opened up an array of new possibilities.

“We could use their voices on Four to make something sound more exciting and bigger, rather than having to add too many guitars, synths or drums,” Ryan says.

“They were so much more dynamic and subtle, too,” Bunetta adds. “I don’t think they could’ve pulled off a song like ‘Night Changes’ two albums prior; or the nuance to sing soft and emotionally on ‘Fireproof.’ It takes a lot of experience to deliver a restrained vocal that way.”

“A lot of the songs were double,” Bunetta says, “like somebody might be singing about their girlfriend, but there was another meaning that applied to the group as well.”

Musically, Four was 1D’s most expansive album yet — from the sky-high piano rock of “Steal My Girl” to the tender, tasteful groove of “Fireproof” — and it had the emotional range to match. Now in their early twenties, songs like “Where Do Broken Hearts Go,” “No Control,” “Fool’s Gold” and “Clouds” redrew the dramas and euphorias of adolescence with the new weight, wit and wanton winks of impending adulthood. One Direction wasn’t growing up normally in any sense of the word, but they were becoming songwriters capable of drawing out the most relatable elements from their extraordinary circumstances — like on “Change Your Ticket,” where the turbulent love affairs of young jet-setters are distilled to the universal pang of a long goodbye. There were real relationships inspiring these stories, but now that One Direction was four years into being the biggest band on the planet, it was natural that the relationships within the band would make it into the music as well.

“I think that on Four,” Bunetta says with a slight pause, “there were some tensions going on. A lot of the songs were double — like somebody might be singing about their girlfriend, but there was another meaning that applied to the group as well.”

He continues: “It’s tough going through that age, having to spread your wings with so many eyeballs on you, so much money and no break. It was tough for them to carve out their individual manhood, space and point of view, while learning how to communicate with each other. Even more than relationship things that were going on, that was the bigger blanket that was in there every day, seeping into the songs.”

Bunetta remembers Zayn playing him “Pillowtalk” and a few other songs for the first time through a three a.m. fog of cigarette smoke in a hotel room in Japan.

“Fucking amazing,” he says. “They were fucking awesome. I know creatively he wasn’t getting what he needed from the way that the albums were being made on the road. He wanted to lock himself in the studio and take his time, be methodical. And that just wasn’t possible.”

A month or so later, and 16 shows into One Direction’s “On the Road Again” tour, Zayn left the band. Bunetta and Ryan agree it wasn’t out of the blue: “He was frustrated and wanted to do things outside of the band,” Bunetta says. “It’s a lot for a young kid, all those shows. We’d been with them for a bunch of years at this point — it was a matter of when. You just hoped that it would wait until the last album.”

Still, Bunetta compares the loss to having a finger lopped off, and he acknowledges that Harry, Niall, Liam and Louis struggled to find their bearings as One Direction continued with their stadium tour and next album, Made in the A.M. Just as band tensions bubbled beneath the songs on Four, Zayn’s departure left an imprint on Made in the A.M. Not with any overt malice, but a song like “Drag Me Down,” Bunetta says, reflects the effort to bounce back. Even Niall pushing his voice to the limits of his range on that song wouldn’t have been necessary if Zayn and his trusty falsetto were available.

But Made in the A.M. wasn’t beholden to this shake-up. Bunetta and Ryan cite “Olivia” as a defining track, one that captures just how far One Direction had come as songwriters: They’d written it in 45 minutes, after wasting a whole day trying to write something far worse.

“When you start as a songwriter, you write a bunch of shitty songs, you get better and you keep getting better,” Ryan says. “But then you can get finicky and you’re like, ‘Maybe I have to get smart with this lyric.’ By Made in the A.M. … they were coming into their own in the sense of picking up a guitar, messing around and feeling something, rather than being like, ‘How do I put this puzzle together?’”

After Zayn’s departure, Bunetta and Ryan said it became clear that Made in the A.M. would be One Direction’s last album before some break of indeterminate length. The album boasts the palpable tug of the end, but to One Direction’s credit, that finality is balanced by a strong sense of forever. It’s literally the last sentiment they leave their fans on album-closer “History,” singing, “Baby don’t you know, baby don’t you know/We can live forever.”

In a way, Made in the A.M. is about One Direction as an entity. Not one that belonged to the group, but to everyone they spent five years making music for. Four years since their hiatus and 10 years since their formation, the fans remain One Direction’s defining legacy. Even as all five members have settled into solo careers, Ryan notes that baseless rumors of any kind of reunion — even a meager Zoom call — can still set the internet on fire. The old songs remain potent, too: Carl Falk says his nine-year-old son has taken to making TikToks to 1D tracks.

“Most of them weren’t necessarily musicians before this happened, but they loved music, and they found a love of creating, writing and playing,” Kotecha says

There are plenty of metrics to quantify One Direction’s reach, success and influence. The hard numbers — album sales and concert stubs — are staggering on their own, but the ineffable is always more fun. One Direction was such a good band that a fan, half-jokingly, but then kinda seriously, started a GoFundMe to buy out their contract and grant them full artistic freedom. One Direction was such a good band that songwriters like Kotecha and Falk — who would go on to make hits with Ariana Grande, the Weeknd and Nicki Minaj — still think about the songs they could’ve made with them. One Direction was such a good band that Mitski covered “Fireproof.”

But maybe it all comes down to the most ineffable thing of all: Chance. Kotecha compares success on talent shows like The X Factor to waking up one morning and being super cut — but now, to keep that figure, you have to work out at a 10, without having done the gradual work to reach that level. That’s the downfall for so many acts, but One Direction was not only able, but willing, to put in the work.

“They’re one of the only acts from those types of shows that managed to do it for such a long time,” Kotecha says. “Five years is a long time for a massive pop star to go nonstop. I know it was tiring, but they were fantastic sports about it. They appreciated and understood the opportunity they had — and, as you can see, they haven’t really stopped since. Most of them weren’t necessarily musicians before this happened, but they loved music, and they found a love of creating, writing and playing. To have these boys — that had been sort of randomly picked — to also have that? It will never be repeated.”

#rollingstone #july20 #10years1d

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Crack prompt: Munters just another pretty face, what if either (separately) Douglas, Scrooge, Marley, Gideon, Della, Donald got struck by a bolt of lightning by the Ramrod or Gyro's invention etc. The lightning disfigured them and turned them human. How would their family and friends react to this (separately) Got this idea from "Quack Pack" when they were all terrified on seeing a human for the first time. I just love your writing and opinions!

Thought I'd let you know that I have no idea what I'm doing but this is for you, Anon!

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Is It Broken?

Scrooge sucked in a breath as he watched his nephew's eyes shift from worry to surprise to deadpan in the span of 2 seconds. Donald's eye twitched as he watched the new form of his uncle (by talos why was he so tall??? He was taller than Goofy right now) fidget about in irritation. The boys were in the other room, having the blessing not to witness the.... thing their great uncle has become.

( Thank goodness for that too)

But it was rather unfortunate Donald had to witness it.

Donald was, of course, quite familiar with Scrooge's new form, it looked quite similar to Xandra but his uncle was much paler and had these weird.... wrinkled bits around his face and body with a weird hanging appendage between his legs that Donald couldn't stop staring at (what was that anyway. Why is it so weirdly shaped? Was it broken? Is that why it's hanging so limply? Why is it so small-)

" Lad! Stop gawkin' at me thing and get me out of here!!", Scrooge exclaimed, his face red with embarrassment. He felt so uncomfortably cold without his feathers.

" Right! Sorry Unca Scrooge", Donald said as he guided Scrooge out of the room.

Both of them looking anywhere but the hanging appendage.

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" WHAT IS THAT HIDEOUS THING?!"

Marley would like to think that sometimes his family can go one day without something terrible or completely chaotic happening in their lives but everyday he gets proven wrong. And today was just another one of those days.

Donald had called earlier, saying he was bringing Scrooge over to Gideon's home and not to panic or overreact when they saw Scrooge's state. He had relayed that message to Gideon and of course his youngest brother iterated that he understood completely.

Which meant two things at the moment: Either he really wasn't prepared to see this-

Or he's doing this on purpose. And Marley knew it was the latter. Darn it, Gideon.

" Unca Gideon, it's Unca Scrooge", Donald explained.

" And I reiterate: what is that hideous thing?", Gideon said, looking at his older brother with mild disgust mixed with amusement at his plight.

Marley could see the fumes of anger rising in Scrooge and sighed.

Time to play family peacekeeper, again.

" Gideon, stop antagonising him", Marley chided, hitting his arm lightly before turning to his older twin," Scroogie dear brother, how did this happen?", he asked concerned while shoving down the thought of how creepy his twin looked without feathers. It was just so wrong.

" One of Gyro's blasted inventions did this to me!", Scrooge wailed, tightly holding the towel around his hips," Turned me into this.... creepy little featherless alien!".

" I'll say, you look much more worse than you usually do, big brother", Gideon said as he eyed his brother up and down (goodness why was this prick so tall?)," And what's with the towel around yer waist, Ya hidin' something?", he inquired, about to tug the towel away but Scrooge slapped his hand away, allowing Gideon to see his hand, particularly his finger.

" Curse me kilts, he has an extra finger! He's a bloody freak!", Gideon yelled jumping away from his brother as if standing near him would also get him an extra finger.

" I'm not a bloody freak, you disgraced frivolous spendthrift!", Scrooge exclaimed in rage.

" Spendthrift!! Why I ought ta-!"

" Enough you two!!", Marley screamed, slapping the both of them, Gideon on the back of his head and Scrooge on the back (Marley would've gone for the head but his twin was. just. too. darn. TALL). He sighed tiredly before turning back to Donald," Please tell me you know someone who could fix this before they kill each other?".

" I.... might? He lives over in Mouseton though so it'll take a while for him to get here. You mind watching over Unca Scrooge for me, Unca Marley-"

" I do not need to be watched like some wee bairn- GIDEON GET YOUR SCABBY HANDS AWAY FROM ME, MARLEY! REMOVE THIS GREMLIN!!"

" REMOVE YOURSELF! THIS IS MY HOUSE, SCROOGE!!"

Marley sighed, feeling the early signs of a headache coming on," Of course, Donald. Though I can't say for certain you'll come back to him in one piece", he said side-eying his brothers from his place at the door.

" Thanks a bunch, Unca Marley. If Della calls, tell her I'm headin' to Mouseton to pick up someone. I'll be back soon!", Donald said before racing out of the room and out of the home for his car. Leaving his uncle to deal with his own two squabbling siblings.

Marley sighed," Hopefully it can't get any worse", he muttered to himself before being shook out of his thoughts by his youngest brother's scream.

" What happened?!", Marley asked panicked but his question was not answered by either Scrooge or Gideon. Instead, Gideon had a towel in his hand and was gawking at Scrooge's hanging appendage.

And once again, Marley was proven wrong.

" Did ya break yer dick?!"

Today was going to be a LONG day.

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I'm ending this here. I can't anymore. This was fun to write though. And I like this enough to put in AO3, maybe

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