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Marvel| Harry Potter| True crime| One direction

[unearthlydust]

CHRIS EVANS & SEBASTIAN STAN Ghosted (2023)

[midnightbarnes]

Such a silly movie but seb talking about how he is aware of the surroundings and gets hit by Anthony Mackies character

[shambelle97]

LOKI - SEASON 2 / NEW CLIPS (2023) 

[hee-blee-art]

some e-cards you can send to help with distance communication ♡ free to use privately, if you’d like to repost them publicly please credit! 

[unicornships]

Tom Holland’s perfectly shocked expressions are priceless.

[tomhollandnet]

TOM HOLLAND — behind-the-scenes of uncharted

[tomhollandnet]

TOM HOLLAND — Uncharted Photocall in Barcelona, Spain

[tomhollandnet]

TOM HOLLAND — Paris Match ph. Vincent Capman

[lokihiddleston]

“MONSTERS ARE MADE, NOT BORN, AND EVERYONE LIKES TO FORGET, WHO IS MAKING THEM.”

[dailyloki]

[andyblackveil]

Paradise City | S01E02: A Groupie in the Tabloids

“OH SHIT!”

[andyblackveil]

color palette: The Phantom Tomorrow music videos [Andy Biersack]

[simpforsexyassmf]

the secret child pt1/Andy Biersack x reader

triggers : adult language, fighting

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[blossomingimagines]

Red-Handed

JackSepticEye x Reader

Word Count: 1,000

Summary:

Notes: I hope this is what you were looking for.

Dialogue Prompts: “Am I your lock screen?” // “You weren’t supposed to see that!”

Your eyes trace over the various items in the room as you tap your pencil against your thigh. Your body being wedged against the sidewall of the sound-proofed room. The red and blue lights creating a calming atmosphere that you could only ever relate to the owner of said room. Your gaze snapping back to the other occupant of the room once he began shouting. 

“Felix! I knew it was you.”

The clear indignation in his voice causes your lips to quirk. Knowing without a doubt that he was currently planning his revenge against the swede. Without a doubt continuing the cycle of mindless accusations that went on between the two when playing Among Us. 

Shaking your head, you zone back to the notebook that was resting in your lap. You had come in here wanting to seek some refuge against the insistent noise of construction across the street. Wanting to finally finish the project you had been working on for the past two weeks, but only now had the drive to complete. In hindsight, you now realize that choosing Seán’s room probably wasn’t the smartest of ideas. But when he had seen your predicament and had offered you a segment of his room, you couldn’t refuse. Not when his bright blue eyes were leveled towards you with such a hopeful expression. 

You cursed the way your heart had skipped a beat because of it. More so than you cursed how quickly you had folded to his request. Seán was your best friend– had been for years. You couldn’t imagine your life without him, but you always imagined what your life would be like if it was more than just friendship that connected you both. You wanted nothing more than to tell Seán how you felt about him, but you could never gather the courage to do so. Leaving you in an endless loop of choked gasps when he leveled you with a warm smile to clammy palms when you slung his arm around your shoulder. His contagious laugh filling your ears and causing your own smile to appear. 

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[william-snekspeare]

merry possum

[stylesharrys-deactivated2024071]

Doesn’t Compare

A/N: I was feeling rather angsty and this popped into my head. This was meant to be a blurb but it turned out longer and this is also a repost. 

WC: 4,190

“Mate, she heard you,” he spoke up, Tom’s head whipping round with a frown, unsure what Haz was talking about.

“Y/N, she heard what you said. That she’s nothing compared to Zendaya,” he reminded him of his words from just minutes ago and Tom shook his head with a sour face.

“I didn’t say that, I said she didn’t compare—“ Tom cut himself short when he realised that he Harrison was right and that he had just worded it differently.

or

You’re not supposed to hear it, but you do, and it just confirms everything you ever wondered and you’re stuck with what to do next. 

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[peterpparkerwrites]

revelations - part thirteen

a/n: currently on hiatus - look at my pinned post for more info! this fic has a lot of parts so I’ll have it scheduled to post twice a day - once at 11:00 AM PST and once at 5:00 PM PST. since I will be gone and can’t update links, if you want to find previous parts, just scroll down my page :) warnings: language, mentions of death/character death(s), mentions of ptsd/anxiety/depression, very brief mentions of suicidal thoughts and not wanting to eat, definitely takes a turn from the last part pairing: peter parker x reader word count: 6.9k

masterlist ~ requests are closed!

taglist: @lilbeatlebear @somefuckshit1 @hufflepuffseeker

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“Kid, you gotta eat,” Tony said tiredly, and you could feel Nebula’s eyes on you as well.

You weren’t trying to be bratty or stubborn, but you didn’t feel hungry. You didn’t feel anything. Your chest felt empty and hollow, like there was nothing there - and maybe there wasn’t. When Peter was around you always had a warm, comforting feeling near your heart. Now it was gone, replaced with an emptiness that left you devoid of any feeling.

You didn’t react as he set the food bag down next to you, returning to the front of the ship to speak quietly with Nebula. You heard something about 10 hours left of oxygen, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to care about that, either.

It felt like you died as soon as Peter did.

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[girl-of-many-fandoms]

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