droplets are my favorite thing to draw
Dream team.
imagine dealing w an international crisis involving precious artifacts and someone is like ‘don’t worry I know a guy’ and it’s a dorky connecticut college professor named henry who slips into his slutsona and suddenly he’s capable of saving the world w the power of his whip & fedora
you don’t know where the guy is. you don’t know where the guy is going. but you do know he’s on the case w a 98% success rate and his tits are out
I said what I said!
It’s impossible to argue with anything above.
previous tags are on point: #hat ON archeology APPLIED tits OUT
the bog gave me a vision
I could be wrong, but from his insta story it looks like Zak might be with Louis. The background looks the same as the guitar picture Louis posted last week.
oh you are not wrong, anon that is definitely the same place..
so riccardo’s there, zak’s there.. we know oli is there. new gf getting a lads holiday after one (1) month of "dating"... 😅
i have never hated anything more than i hate these 5 seconds of interaction
louis: harry’s so silly and cute and i love the pout he does when i tease him
harry: i can’t even be mad that he’s teasing me i love having his attention and wow he’s so hot
harry and louis: *still in larry la la land*
louis: i just talked to harry, nice ! i love doin that
I need to talk about this
this stance business
there’s the grand canyon in between louis’ legs and then funnily enough
harry stands in such a fashion he would fit right between them
DING DING DING
even on a couch its the same how is that HOW
sideways too, YOU KNOW WHAT
LOUIs
is the protector (look at their feet)
every damn time and harry leans and LOOK AT THEIR FEET
listen though
its just SO MUC H
is harry’s hips bent in a louis shape like what is that
i know niall its crazy
they are
actual *pauses for the louis hip do u see*
puzzle
pieces
told my parents i miss archaeology and my mom was, very sympathetically, like: “do you want to dig holes in the garden?” and i was like. yes. i want to dig holes in the garden.
my wife, after reading this to me aloud: It’s your people! …do you want me to break a clay pot for you to put back together?
me, burying my face in my hands: Maybe…?
These are both moods, but unfortunately I am primarily a bioarchaeologist. (IE, I specialize in digging up old human skeletons.) And, uh, home-made bioarchaeology is tragically discriminated against by law enforcement.