Idk if anyone has picked up on this but when harry sing sledgehammer he subtly changed ‘fruit cage’ (vagina) to ‘fruit cakes’ (ass) to make the song gay and about eating ass not pussy
Someone must have realized, but i never saw anyone talking about it. TBH, I completely forgot the original lyrics were fruit cage. givcjfxux
This song is ridiculously sexual and that subtle change just shows how aware of that he is (which is not surprising). Harry must have been so disappointed in us. 😆
So… I guess it’s also another bit of proof that watermelon sugar is about eating ass.
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An image of the moment Louis was eating a hot dog (on LADbible tv) is constantly in my mind and I can't shake it like wtf man
He giggled before biting it.
HE GIGGLED!!!!!
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Ask game to tag for phan!
What are your top three dan and phil games videos and why?
i love this but i’m gonna be so fr i’m awful at ranking things & i cannot remember what happened in a given video ever. so this is gonna be post-hiatus since those are fresher in my mind. and also in no particular order.
1) halloween baking because well. yknow. it gave me almost the same heart palpitations basically i’m gay did. and i’ve never seen phil lose it that bad. incredible content 10/10.
2) incohearant. absolute chaos. dan calling phil out for being a power bottom. anal fisting. etc. cannot be matched.
3) maybe the first heart throb back from hiatus? an iconic way to kick off a new era. went from glass closet playing in 2018 to smashed closet in 2024.
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Wilson opens the door to House's office. He hopes it's really an emergency and not House wanting to get a snickers.
"You paged-" The other words become a noise of surprise and desperation.
House stands right in front of his desk. He's pulled his pant down. His boxers, too. They're on the floor and look suspiciously like a pair Wilson owns.
"My leg's stiff," House announces proudly. He's leaning against his cane, almost posing and he's -
Wilson looks away. "I'm not a physio, House."
"It's just a dick," House says, voice rougher than usual. "You're a doctor."
Wilson finds a spot on the floor that looks vaguely like a star. "You're … hard," he mumbles. His face is probably as red as House's erection.
"Only for you, baby," House leers.
"I'm not… gay," Wilson says lamely. The most frightening thing is that he desperately wants to look.
"Wrong," House corrects him - that dick. "But not the matter right now. You think I'm hot."
"No." Wilson swears he wants to say the truth, but it feels like a lie. A lie he has told many times - to his wives, his girlfriends, his own parents.
Oh.
God.
"You're hard," House repeats Wilson's words from earlier.
Wilson stares at his own pants. Shit.
He looks at House and he shouldn't have. House is way closer now than before. Wilson can't avert his eyes, gets lost in the blue of House's iris, like a ship getting wrecked during a hurricane.
He sinks, so he grasps the only lifeline he can find. His hands find House's neck, pulling him closer. The kiss is chaste, soft and shy, but all caution gets thrown over board when House's teeth graze his lips.
When Wilson catches his breath, seconds and eternities later, House laughs against his mouth.
"Can't believe that finally got you goin' - you really are a slut."
Wilson huffs in annoyance and well, unfortunately House seems to have a point. "Who waited naked for me in his office?"
"You don't mind," House states, pushing his hips against Wilson's.
"No," Wilson breathes. "I really don't."
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