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  • I forget that Spotify exists all of the time but tonight I’ve remembered and do you know they have Bela Bartok and Krzysztof Penderecki and shit on here???? amazing

    space-bakery:

    OUR WESTERN BEGINS as laconic barkeep ZAYN MALIK dries glasses for the afternoon crowd, pretending not to be moved by the twinkling eyes and suggestive smiles being thrown his way by local musician NIALL HORAN, who plays a merry tune at the bar’s piano.

    The doors SWING OPEN. In swaggers LOUIS TOMLINSON, the baddest bandit and the meanest varmint you ever laid eyes on. He is escorting lively debutante HARRY STYLES in front of him, seemingly of her own will; the situation is ambiguous.

    CARD READING: GIMME A DRINK AND MAKE IT FAST!

    Zayn smells a rat. He reaches for his gun beneath the bar, but before his fingers can grasp the pistol luckless-in-love town do-gooder LIAM PAYNE bursts onto the scene, his hat askew, his chest heaving. He points at Tomlinson.

    CARD READING: YOU TOOK MY WOMAN AND NOW YOU’LL PAY!

    Tomlinson sneers, picks his teeth. Beside him Styles quails. Niall has started playing a set of power chords you may know from songs such as It’s Not Your Fault by Newfound Glory.

    CARD READING: HOW YOU GONNA MAKE ME?

    Payne rips his hat from his head and rolls up his sleeves.

    CARD READING: STEP OUTSIDE A MOMENT.

    Tomlinson laughs.

    CARD READING: SHAN’T.

    Payne launches himself at Tomlinson. Styles screams and daintily hops out the way. All-out chaos ensues. Zayn looks at the camera and begins to SING:

    SHE BEEN MY QUEEN SINCE WE WERE SIXTEEN WE WANT THE SAME THINGS WE DREAM THE SAME DREAMS ALL RIGHT…

    runs-on-ramen:

necessary:

he needs those parts for his space ship

he’s going to otter space

    runs-on-ramen:

    necessary:

    he needs those parts for his space ship

    he’s going to otter space