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i nev e r go on here but...i fucking met tom today i fucking met tom holland he hugged me i love him imcruing

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Imagine ,,,,, being ?? Able ? To get ??? Over ?? Calum hood ??

this imagine.,.,is impossible srry i don’t make the rules

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like or reblog, if you save. be honest.

DON’T repost or claim as yours.

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Richie Tozier Falls In Love (Yes, For the Second Time.)

song rec: ivy 

The second time Richie Tozier fell in love, it was a warm summer evening. Richie remembers it so well, he can see it all over again, he can feel it. He remembers it like he remembers what he had for breakfast that morning, or like the back of his hand. He remembers it like he remembers Eddie’s face, or like the way it felt to hold his hand and kiss his lips. 

If he shuts his eyes, he can feel the warm breeze and the sunlight rolling in through the open window again, coating their damp skin with a warm lurid glow the color of honey. He remembers the thin sheen of sweat glazing over their bodies, he remembers his his fingertips digging into all of of Eddies soft lines and curves, he remembers it all. 

He remembers the barely there burning sensation of bright red scratches dragged across his back contrasting the stark white skin, the way nimble fingers felt dancing on his chest, doing routines and turns about his arms and shoulders and sliding their way up before ending on his cheek.

Richie can feel the weight of Eddie all over again, balanced on his upper thighs and pelvis, his legs wrapped around Richie’s hips like a boa constrictor, like he’d just die if Richie let go. He remembers Eddie’s chest was flushed all red, watching the way it expanded with every sharp inhale when he rocked forward, and deflated with each exhale like it was punched out of him as he pushed back. 

Richie remembers how pretty Eddie looked above him, eyes squeezed shut with wispy lashes ghosting above the high blush adorning his cheeks. His freckles were dark and prominent, as the summer sun had been kind to him. His eyebrows were furrowed, and the once perfectly manicured tufts of golden hair flopped over his forehead and dusted lightly over his shut eyes.

Soft curses and huffs tumbled from his slightly parted lips before he pulled them between his two front teeth, and high whine sounded from the back of his throat. And one thing was for certain, Eddie Kaspbrak was a sight for sore eyes. 

Richie remembers beginning to feel it, tugging at his heart strings and his chest tightening up, it was turning his stomach into knots and lighting each nerve ending on fire. Richie remembers every single one of his senses being clouded by EddieEddieEddie and just how good he felt and how stupidly in love he was. 

And Richie didn’t know what it was, it wasn’t like this was new, but maybe it was the prospect of not seeing him for some months looming over their heads that caused him to realize just how important Eddie was to him. Richie flirted with the edge of wanting to proclaim his undying love from the rooftops through a megaphone, and pulling Eddie close and whispering into his ear about how much he loves him. 

Richie remembers loving Eddie so much it hurt, and as Eddie’s breaths became harsh and quick ghosting against the column of Richie’s neck as he slumped forward. Richie remembers loving Eddie so much he felt it everywhere, he felt it from his toes to the tips of his fingers that dug into Eddie’s softsoft hips as a mangled sound ripped from the back of his throat. Richie remembers loving Eddie so much he couldn’t take it, his legs shook and his stomach clenched up and his brain was going about a million miles an hour, but time seemed to move in slow motion when a soft “Jesus- fuck, Richie. I love you-” came from above him. 

Richie remembers falling in love all over again as they laid next to each other. Evening was drawing the night in, and the last piece sunlight shone over Eddie’s soft features. Richie remembers looking at him like he put the starts in the night sky, like he was the source of all that was good in the world, like every breath he took and breathed out was magic. 

Richie remembers it feeling exactly like the first time, like his heart was gonna burst and there was nothing he could do but draw him closer and say ‘I love you more’. 

Richie remembers falling in love, all over again.  

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ok i know i have a lot of requests in my ask and im trign to get to them kjsdkjds im SORRY !

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ugh thor is so #powerful that scene in ragnarok when he’s coming down with electricity on all those ugly monsters with the music from that one shrek scene UGH HIS MIND!!!!!!!

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calum just.,,.ugh! i cant get over him i just cant !

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yep

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all of us today

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First teaser of season 3!!

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the fact that Calum called Ashton his soulmate fills my Cashton heart w love and happiness

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T’Challa saving Natasha from the worst ass-kicking of her life.

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calum is genuinely so fine it makes me kind of upset sdkjkjs

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This is my first Stanlon art!!! I think these two would be cute together ♡

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I think it’s unfair to defend Scarlett Johansson is just “doing her job” when she takes roles not meant for her, she could very easily say no and make known why she did it, Ed Skrein stepped down from the movie Hellboy because the character he was supposed to play was asian, he received online outrage and later claimed he did not know his character was of asian heritage, he made his reasons known, said that by keeping the role the tendency to obscure minorities will continue and dropped the movie; after that, the studio could do nothing more but cast an asian actor to play an asian character. Actors can reject roles and do a lot, they only choose not to.

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this whole threat is so goddamn stupid, yall will really be out here saying anything for the sake of being “woke.” 

The way people are responding to David Cage telling them that their favorite white twink isn’t gay is both infuriating and hilarious

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holy moly