oh my god.
Each group member was given a personalized Red Bulls jersey with the number 3 to signify their recent third number one album and was greeted by Red Bulls Sporting Director Andy Roxburgh.
One Direction aren’t as good as they used to be
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"I never felt like I completely, 100% understood something so well as acting."
liam’s face when harry gets asked about dating rumors
Wait…I thought Larry shippers RUINED the friendship? Isn’t this a mantra? I expect my URL sewed into a voodoo doll at this point. You’re trying to tell me I have ruined their friendship and they are STAGING THESE MOMENTS?
- WHICH ONE OF YOU SIGNED THIS SHITTY CONTRACT? HM LARRY SHIPPERS? WHO DID THE THING? BECAUSE IF THIS IS WHAT WE SIGNED UP FOR WE NEED TO HAVE A GROUP MEETING. NEXT CONTRACT I EXPECT:
- WET LOUIS (WHICH WORKS BECAUSE THEN I GET DOMESTIC HARRY IF LOUIS GETS SICK…AND THEN POSSIBLY SICK HARRY…coincidences).
Alrighty here I go, short and sweet. WHY IT’S DIFFERENT
Fan service: something titillating to excite viewers. I like to think of it as something which almost crosses the line, but doesn’t really because it is seen as humorous. It is homoerotic without being a threat. It makes us laugh, but it doesn’t make us question anything.
Look how cute! Funny! No one questions it. At all. Because it’s womanizer Styles and Irish Wonder Niall. SO FUNNY. Doing the Ghost scene…BROTHERS.
hahahaha! Everyone does it! We’re brothers! He whips me, I whip him! HAHAHAH ha! Brother’s do this sort of thing ALL the time! FUNNY. BAND MATES ARE SO FUNNY.
And then we have Louis and Harry. Who never do those things (and if you say Larry shippers are to blame I need you to ask yourself WHY I HAVE SO MUCH POWER as a person with a BLOG). So instead we get moments like these:
Do you see it? You aren’t supposed to see it. They have no care for you. THEY AREN’T DOING IT FOR YOU. They are doing it for each other.
If Zayn doesn’t even register, I sure as hell don’t.
Guys. Camera? ANyonE? HELLO?
If they thought of me at all during this moment, I’m going to need to wash my brain with bleach, get laid, and then wash my brain with bleach again.
And last but not least, just to bring a little touch of reality to the situation we have this:
Was that for me? It’s so tiny you blink and you miss it. I mean you have to keep your eyes glued on their hands to even notice it. It’s painful. He touches Harry’s hand. He reassures Harry. Is that for me? No. None of that is for me. That is Louis and his boy. That is Louis reassuring Harry.
They can’t joke about it, because it is real.
They can’t stage it, because it is real.
It has never been about US, it has been about them.
THAT IS THE DIFFERENCE.
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