Happy Birthday, John! (June 20, 1960)
To any anons wondering “what will it take to make you think the baby is real?” Here’s my answer: nothing. Legit nothing lol. In order to make me think any part of this was real you’d have to reverse time to March 2015 and start all over lol
Tell me that I’m wrong but I do what I please
“………I’ll still marry you tho.”
But what if Louis is in the UK playing with Ernest and Doris as we speak?
What if he just walked inside the house shouting ‘Where are my favorite birthdaysiblings?!’ while being met by Ernest and Doris running as fast as their littlefeet can carry them, throwing themselves at him with their tiny arms around hisneck. Setting them down before chasing them around the house making them squealwith laughter. Taking them outside to play footie in the garden or to make a stupidlooking snowman with a huge head and a misplaced carrot. What if he sits themdown on the sofa to read a cute story with them both cuddled up on his lap, pointingwith their little fingers at their favorite pictures asking big brother to makesilly noises to go with the story. Then starts playing softly on his guitar, allthe songs his mother used to sing to him all those years ago, humming in agentle voice while kissing their cheeks, just because he can. And all the whilea boy is sitting right next to them, singing along to the familiar tunes,watching the three of them with softness in his eyes, thinking that there isreally no place he’d rather be than right here. Right next to the boy he metwhen his curls were much more unruly and the idea of being madly in love with someonefor the rest of his life seemed like a distant dream. Feeling the boy with thesparkling blue eyes watching him with rosy cheeks and a happy smile, not eventrying to stop himself from leaning in towards him caressing his soft skingently while mouthing ‘I love you’. Because when your life is just that good,enjoying every second of it is really the only option isn’t it? So that’s whatthey do. Together. Always.
the reason i sin is because there’s a stairway to heaven and a highway to hell and i sure as shit ain’t climbin no stairs
REBLOG IF YOU’RE A LARRIE
Of all the blatant things they have ever done this is the absolute most blatant. It wasn’t just a birthday cake with candles. It was a birthday cake with #22 candles. Today is Harry’s 22nd birthday. That is the most blatantly specific reference they have ever made to either Louis or Harry. And then they go and make reference to the the time Louis smashed Harry’s face in the cake.
Not only that that have both RBB and SBB in their original attire, they are for all intents and purposes naked. They are stripped bare of their public images. They are at the most them they have ever been. Just hanging out together eating some cake celebrating RBB’s birthday as them.
And I am incredibly emotional about it. I’m trying to manage my expectations, but hell this is a positive message in my book.
So the bears tweeted their celebration an hour ago. Harry just tweeted an amusing birthday tweet. Can we keep getting something every hour? That seems fun.
day 1 without modest and harry’s already going after taylor swift
I don’t know about you, But I’m feeling 22
Everything will be alright If you keep me next to you
Harry be like: “giving a fuck doesn’t really go with my outfit ”
Everyday as a Larrie I can hear my Senior English teacher Miss Shroyer cheering me on to figure out all this symbolism they throw at us everyday
*cue the sound of literature majors laughing in the spirit of revenge and vindication*
I don’t know about you, but I’m getting sued. H.