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So Harry potter and Philosopher stone?

I'm... Uh.

So just like. A lot of homoerotic tension, then?

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Tobey Maguire’s Spider-Man villans: Absolutely TERIFYING for no reason. Green Goblin still has 18 y/o me getting shivers up my spine.

Andrew Garfields villains: Vfx got too good, lizard man was so realistic and Electro was EVERYWHERE! Bc hes electricity. In NYC. I fr thought he was never finna die and I was super nervous. Bordering on Horror movie at times

Tom Hollands villains: idk just feels super PG. Its like having nothing but feral fever dream villains for 12 years to like,,,,robbers and a human with some wings. Spent most of his screen time fighting Thanos.

Anyways Andrew Garfield TASM is superior cancel me idc

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Before you come for my ass, I am @hazosterfield_22 and I made this. Like...i want this too happen

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There's over 9 million users on Tumblr now. Reblog if you're one of the few who's never EVER left anon hate in somebody's ask box.

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that same anon just sent me ketchup 15 times what did i do to deserve this

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The Girl With Camera

Clary Susan Downey, she maybe the adopted daughter of Susan and Robert, but she was as good as their blood children.

She was quite ambiverted and shy kid, but when she is in her element, nobody can stop her. And her element is directing and photography.

"Clary, wake up!" Exton jumped on the bed of his sister, making Clary groan in irritation. "What is it Ex?" Clary mumbled as she peaked at him with one eye open.

"Dad wants you down." The five year old said, as he stared at the girl with a grin. "Give me ten minutes atleast." Clary said as she sighed in defeat.

"Okay! But please come down fast!" Exton said before bounding out of the room. "I sweat to god, he is going to hit himself one day." Clary grumbled as she sat up in her bed.

She stifled a yawn before removing covers from her leg and got out of her bed, begrudgingly. She slipped her feets into her fluffy house slippers and walked towards her bathroom.

After doing her morning routine, she walked down the stairs of the giant house. She was still in her pajamas.

"There is our director!" Robert exclaimed as he watched his daughter walked down the stairs.

"What's the occasion?" Clary asked as she rubbed her eyes and saw that there were balloons by the living room and Indio was there too.

"Leave it on her to forget her own birthday." Susan said shaking her head at her. "I AM LEGAL!" Clary almost shrieked in delight.

"That you are. Now come down quick. As you are leaving for Georgia tomorrow, we are going to spend most of our time today playing board games and will have a dinner at your favourite restaurant." Robert said smiling.

That was the life Clary, full of love and happiness.

Harrison John Osterfield, a boy with a heart full of hope, following his passion was a bit difficult, but finally he made it to a movie as a major character. To be precise, Simon himself.

He stared out of the window of the airplane, a small smile on his face. He felt like he finally achieved something, something he was proud of.

Making to love, simon was least expected event, but when it came true, he couldn't stop shouting in his house.

And now he was on the plan to Georgia, for the shooting of the movie. He had to call off as Tom's assistant for the press tour. Now he is no more just an assistant, but one of the lead role.

His life took a turn, for the best.

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¾of Hollanders have gone crazy.

So, today on twitter I saw bunch of accounts REPOSTING SOME EDITED NUDES OF TOM! I AM SCARED FOR LIFE, BUT WHAT THE FUCK?! FIRST SOMEONE FAKE POSTED HIS FAKE ADDRESS THEN SOMEONE IS POSTING HIS FAKE NUDES?! NUDES ARE NOT SOME JOKE BUDDY!!! I AM STILL RECOVERING! I AM SO FUCKING SCARED!! LEAVE THAT MAN ALONE! AND YOU GOTTA GET EDUCATED ON PRIVACY!

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India, it's high time to get on street and eradicate the racism. Please do not act like racism doesn't exist in india, because what india has is casual racism. My own parents are racist. My whole family, except my two cousin brothers and my brother, are racist. Now is the time that this thing needs to be put an end to. Let your voice be heard and let the black people know, that we have their back and we will do everything in our power to support them.

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And this is where you can donate and know how to help black people. If you genuinely care about them, and if you can do the donation, please do.

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http://tinyurl.com/emailforfloyd/

This link will send an email to, I am sorry i cant spell state name, police and get justice for floyd. I did my part, you do yours.

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As a muslim, and as a person who is not straight, bravado people, give those shit heads run for their money. There are so many sins written in quran and they themselves have committed. Lust is one of them, but they eye a woman disgustingly and it's ok for them. So homophobic people, shut the fuck up, and sit down. And I am proud to call myself an aethist.

NOT EVERYONE IS STRAIGHT OR CIS IN KASHMIR!!!

Please help the Kashmiri LGBTQ+ community. Support LGBTQ+ MUSLIM COMMUNITY IN KASHMIR!

Since ages being a homosexual or transgender was illegal in Kashmir. After 2017 things changed and article 370 was scrapped which grants us all the rights that every regular Indian citizen gets like right to be a homosexual or transgender. Though homosexuality is legal in Kashmir now but that still doesn’t mean we are actually accepted by the society yet.

KASHMIRI YOUTH MOVEMENT was our first hope. As a trans women myself (hiding in the body of a male) it’s my only hope. KYM was going to organise its first even PRIDE parade in Srinagar(the capital city of Kashmir) but we are getting dead threats. No one hears us and this is the pride month. Please help us. Please. REBLOG THIS POST AND SUPPORT OUR INSTAGRAM, TWITTER (HELP TRENDING #PRIDEKASHMIR ON TWITTER & GIVE STRENGHT TO OUR SILENCED VOICES) AND YOUTUBE PAGES. Don’t neglect us or use us just like others do for their political agenda. Help the Kashmiri LGBT community.

IF JESUS IS GAY, ALLAH CAN BE GAY TOO!

Youtube link

Help us please. Reblog it, spread awareness. Speak for us.

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I dont know much about uk, but go ahead

Anti-racism charities in the UK donation links

- UK BLM

- Show racism the red card

- The Stephen Lawrence charitable trust

- Runnymede

- Stop hate UK

Please feel free to add more! And also if any of these are dodgy or anything please message me 

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🙂🙂🙂 truth, absolute truth

someone, reading my writing: wow great story!

me, sticking my hands in the plotholes: thanks it has pockets :)

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Fictionalbadbitch 😂😂😂😂

replace one word of your url with bitch

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This is a cover I made for another of my original book. I was playing a game, and this plot struck me like really hard.

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GRYFFINDOR:

“When the lights go down Know that I am never far away When the sun burns out I’ll be waiting on the brighter side of grey If you’re reading this, I know you’re feeling sorrow If you’re hearing this, I know you’re probably scared Just know that all the things you want are borrowed And all you get to keep is all you’ve shared So wipe away the tears for me Know that we’ve made history Remember no one ever really dies”

–Five Finger Death Punch (Brighter Side Of Gray)

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And this was amazing as usual 😃😃

Adrenaline Rush

Harrison Osterfield x Holland sister!Reader (Enemies to ??)

Word count: 2.1k words

Requested by the lovely @starlight-starks​ (sorry it didn’t go well)

Warnings: Swearing, reader is a bit agoraphobic.

Summary: There have always been a constant clash between you and your brother’s best friend. Can anything change that? 

It was a privilege to be the only daughter in a house full of boys. You were the one receiving undue attention of your parents and none of your brothers could complain. Life was going amazing and smooth. But as they say— First comes the blessing of all that you’ve dreamed, but then comes the curses of diamonds and rings… You realised your princess status does have some limitations or rather expectations and that was your brother’s best friend.

The first time you met Harrison Osterfield, he was young just like Tom and you. You had no problem with him and were, in fact, happy that Tom got a friend. Also, he seemed pretty sweet and cute, until this friend had his hands on your favourite ever coffee mug and ended up shattering it into pieces. Your fucking favourite coffee mug signed by none other than Robert Downey Jr. himself. It was too much. You started to yell at the young boy, he tried to apologise but you didn’t stop yelling at him. You expected your parents and your brothers especially Tom to be on your side but all they did was to tell you— ‘You were making a big fuss out of such a small thing.’ And even asked you to apologise to Harrison for yelling at him.

What?

From experience, you had assumed Tom’s best friend would be gone, just like most friends do. Going away, breaking of bonds that once seemed divine is a reality no one can deny. We make friends, we have families, we fall in love and the next moment woosh… All of it is gone. But this friend of Tom didn’t seem to budge any soon. With passing years, he just got closer and closer, so close that all of your family members (except you, for sure) had zero hesitation of calling him a part of the family. Well, you along with all your brothers did receive similar treatment from Harrison’s family too but his family was nice, unlike him.

Harrison was definitely mad at you, he had a reason to feel that way. Every time he showed up, all you did was roll your eyes, made a rude, snarky comment and ran to your room, slamming your door as hard as you could. It was surely a humiliating experience for him, even when he tried to gift you an ugly Iron man cup, thinking it could replace the originally signed merchandise, all he received was your humiliation. He had started to ignore you completely, he didn’t even say or reply to anything you ever said. He almost denied your presence as much it was possible and when he couldn’t you both ended up arguing (which was most of the time).

Your relation with Harrison did make you realise that the feelings you had for him weren’t very different from love. Love and hate were very similar, at least physiologically— both produced butterflies in the pit of your stomach, made your heart rate accelerate, not to forget about all that adrenaline rush. You were obsessed with Harrison Osterfield, all day you thought of something that could make him burst out, lose his mind, a sight that you enjoyed. And Harrison was obsessed with you too, always thinking of how to find that perfect word, sentence or action that would silence you.

There was no denying in saying — Everyone had silently accepted this discord between you both. 'Everyone’ again came with exceptions, it didn’t include Tom.

Tom was without a doubt your favourite brother but due to everything between you and Harrison, his relationship with both his sister and his best friend was taking a toll. He tried ways to get you both not hate each other. He even tried to set up a truce between you and Harrison but neither of you went with his plans. Tom knew that both of you spoke the same language and hence had one hundred and ten reasons to fight. Only if he could make your and Harrison’s ego subside for a couple of minutes, things could have been better. Stubborn animals. He thought of locking you both alone in a room but then he was afraid of dragging out one of your dead bodies out of the room. There was no way he could stitch two enemies together, but he had no idea what he failed to do would be successfully done by his birthday party celebration.

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A part of you did feel guilty for all your bad behaviour. You knew your discord with Harrison was hurting Tom in some way. He was so done with your arguments that he simply left, he just simply left from his birthday celebrations. You all had organised for his birthday party like every year and he loved this day but tonight, you and Harrison got into a series of throwing snarky comments on each other that turned into a serious argument, rather than giving any attention to the birthday boy. It was supposed to be his special day but it ended up as a disaster. Just minutes before he was supposed to cut the cake, Tom yelled at you both in the loudest possible voice and ran out of the house, you bet you had seen tears form in his eyes. You could tell, Harrison did too because once Tom left, you both were standing facing each other in absolute silence.

“It’s your fault—” You whispered at Harrison but your mum had heard enough.

“I don’t care, I just fucking want my son back. Right now!” She shouted at both you and Harrison in the most frustrated angry voice of hers. You and Harrison saw it as a queue to run after Tom at that exact moment.

“Shit.” Harrison cursed under his breath when he noticed Tom’s car missing.

“What the fuck are we supposed to do now?” You pulled at your hairs, tears of frustration and worry pricking at the corner of your eyes.

“Try calling him…” Harrison suggested and you did try to search for your phone only to realise that you had left it inside. He groaned at you.

“Can you at least stop being critical of me!” You groaned back with gritted teeth but your voice cracked mid-sentence, tears finally spilling onto your cheeks.

“I-uh… I will call him then,” He fished out his own phone.

“He isn’t picking up,” Harrison found his voice laced with worry too.

“What are we supposed to do now?” A snort left your lips, another wave of tears making their way down your face.

“Stop crying first, w-we will find him,” Harrison said almost panicking, his fist clenching and unclenching, unable to decide if he should try comforting you or not. He lifted his hand fighting the urge to sweep away the hairs that were sticking to your tear-stained cheeks but ultimately dropped his hands down.

“Get in my car,” He sighed and moved backwards, turning and rushing towards his car. You followed suit, running as quickly as your heels and ankle-length dress allowed you to. You sat on the passenger seat and he wasted no time starting the engine and rushing towards the direction where Tom’s car had left fresh stains on the soil of your lawn.

The wind hit your face, cooling down your warm cheeks while you peeked your head out of the window, anxiously searching for any signs of your brother. Harrison occasionally looked in all directions to look for Tom too. After almost half an hour, your sobs filled his ears, he tried to ignore them and concentrate on his search, his fingers clutching tightly around the steering wheel. Within a few minutes, he inhaled a sharp breath and parked his car on the corner, unable to hold back the pangs in his chest. He did feel absolutely responsible for whatever happened today.

“Why did you…” You couldn’t even finish speaking as your throat felt like choked with soot. You ended up coughing instead.

“I… I will get some water,” He whispered, removed his suit and folded the underneath white shirt to his elbows and rushed out of the car, leaving you alone.

When he returned back with a bottle of water in his hand, his panic only boasted. You were no longer in the car. He looked around but still couldn’t find you. You didn’t even have a phone with you! He rushed inside the adjacent public park, dimly lit with street lights, finally relieved to find you sitting under a large oak tree. He stood beside you. Noticing his presence, you sniffed and wiped off your face with the back of your hand.

“I-I…” You tried to speak, looking up at him but he showed his palm stopping you and sat down, legs crossed. He exhaled and you noticed his lip quivering as he kept the bottle beside him on the grass. He closed his eyes and inhaled loudly.

“We took it too far… I guess,” He said, his voice low and tone defeated. He opened his eyes and handed you the bottle. You sipped the liquid slowly, feeling how sore your throat was and handed it back to him. Harrison chugged the water down as quickly as he could, finishing off all the water in the bottle.

“I guess I am sorry too…” You said trailing off.

“Same,” He mumbled, his hands fiddling with the empty plastic bottle.

“Actually, we should say sorry to Tom,” Harrison spoke, more like announced and got to his feet.

“But… we don’t even know where he is—”

“I think I know.” Harrison said quickly, taking out his phone and scrolling through it, “That div is online, I am sure he’s sitting in a pub, shoving drinks after drinks while scrolling through his phone.”

“But which pub?”

“The usual…”

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You both were standing outside the pub where the boys used to go for a Monday Pub Quizes, just the difference was that it wasn’t a Monday, it was Saturday which translated into just one thing— a ridiculous amount of over-crowding. The sight of the pub overflowing with people aroused nauseous discomfort in the pit of your stomach, your legs froze right at the entrance.

“What happened? Don’t wanna go inside?” Harrison nudged at your forearm but you didn’t budge.

“I… I hate crowds… I really can’t,” You wrapped yourself with your own hands, your agoraphobia refusing you to go inside. Harrison glanced at you worried, he checked the surroundings, only to see weird looking drunk people eyeing at you and even him. Pervs. He refused to leave you alone.

“Take my hand. I won’t let you get lost.” He said, turning his palm at you.

“No… I am good out—”

“No. You are not staying here,” He sighed and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his chest. You hand instantly travelled to grab intertwine your fingers with his as you both made your way inside.

He skimmed through the crowd trying his best to look for Tom while you clung to his side, his hand stroking your arm whenever he felt you breathe uneasily.

“There he is…” Harrison released a breath of relief noticing the brunette sitting on the counter, head down, probably asleep. You both rushed to him. Tom was way too drunk to even recognize either of you. Deciding on talking to him tomorrow morning, you both managed to carry him to Harrison’s car, laying him down on the back seat.

“I will take him home, you get Tom’s car back,” Harrison instructed giving you the keys he found in Tom’s jacket and turned to open the car door for himself.

“Harrison,” you stopped him before he could get inside.

“Wha—”

You interrupted him with your arms wrapped around his lower torso. His stiff, tired muscles relaxed under your touch, his eyes shutting as he drew his arms around your shoulder pulling you closer, breathing in your cologne. You exhaled in the effect, relaxing completely in his embrace. Tom’s faint groaning noises made you both part, a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you look down at your feet.

“I will see you then…” He spoke slowly, you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Yeah,” You looked up at him, turning on your heels towards Tom’s car. You could again feel those butterflies in your stomach… A jump in your heart rate and definitely the infamous adrenaline rush.

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