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@smaugisahotdragon
ive trying to consciously make studying enjoyable, but also rigorous and productive lately. started by downloading forest and tidying up my desk (a very good mix of art and law obvs). today is day one. hope everyone is staying safe.
Tom Hiddleston, then and now
Both so beautiful…
@get-lokid Remember how you mentioned the left one like that one guy that goes from a one night stand to a many night stand? Then perhaps he becomes your dork of a husband that became an English professor?? Idk
YESSS! Hahaha that is so accurate 😭😂
How ravenclaws walk into the N.E.W.T.s they didn’t study for:
studying ancient greek philosophy
the expectation:
the reality:
_on the TODAY show, 2 Nov 2018 [hq]
Photo by: Nathan Congleton/NBC
Hay Festival, Hay-on-Wye, Wales - 02 Jun 2018.
Tom Hiddleston behind the scenes of Betrayal, 2018
Dir. Christopher McGill
stressed little bean ( ´•︵•` )
Today I learned that Van Halen have that rider in their contract about “a bowl of M&Ms with all the brown ones removed” in order to know at a glance if the promoter read the entire contract. And the reason they do THAT is because they once had a stage collapse because a promoter hadn’t read the proper way to set up all the specific technical stuff.
So if the band goes in the dressing room or catering and sees brown M&Ms, they know they have to double-check the stage setup for safety.
I heard about this on Freakonomics Radio. Turns out the bit about no brown M&Ms is HUGE, in BIG font, bold, underlined and quotated like they’re on the Group W Bench.
The band was all, “We have fifty-pound lights hanging over our heads and fire being shot out of cannons. We had to know whether they read our safety regs so we didn’t flamebroil any roadies.”
interesting how this has become a meme in the music industry about divas. i’ve always heard jokes that amount to “this stuck up celebrity hates the green gummy bears!! they’re refusing to perform just for that???” and its reading stuff like this that i realise how that joke might have come about. people get grumpy that the band refuses to play but cant admit its because THEY’RE incompetent, so they make it all about the M&Ms. another example of artists using a creative method to ensure they have a perfectly reasonable request fulfilled that is then bastardised by lazy people who wanna make money off them.
…this is like the music industry version of hearing the truth behind the McDonalds hot coffee lawsuit
Today I learned that Van Halen have that rider in their contract about “a bowl of M&Ms with all the brown ones removed” in order to know at a glance if the promoter read the entire contract. And the reason they do THAT is because they once had a stage collapse because a promoter hadn’t read the proper way to set up all the specific technical stuff.
So if the band goes in the dressing room or catering and sees brown M&Ms, they know they have to double-check the stage setup for safety.
I heard about this on Freakonomics Radio. Turns out the bit about no brown M&Ms is HUGE, in BIG font, bold, underlined and quotated like they’re on the Group W Bench.
The band was all, “We have fifty-pound lights hanging over our heads and fire being shot out of cannons. We had to know whether they read our safety regs so we didn’t flamebroil any roadies.”
interesting how this has become a meme in the music industry about divas. i’ve always heard jokes that amount to “this stuck up celebrity hates the green gummy bears!! they’re refusing to perform just for that???” and its reading stuff like this that i realise how that joke might have come about. people get grumpy that the band refuses to play but cant admit its because THEY’RE incompetent, so they make it all about the M&Ms. another example of artists using a creative method to ensure they have a perfectly reasonable request fulfilled that is then bastardised by lazy people who wanna make money off them.
…this is like the music industry version of hearing the truth behind the McDonalds hot coffee lawsuit
Me enjoying the things that make me happy in the midst of chaos
One time I worked as a personal assistant for this rich dude. He was pretty ok for like. A dude w more money than I can rlly comprehend? Anyways a part of his assets was this grain processing plant; idk what they actually did I just ran errands for the dude n made sure he wasn’t bothered from big money decisions basically. Glorified coffee bitch? Anyways we’re working one day and the workers catch this random lady like??? Taking bags of whatever the hell they kept in the plant. We’re getting ready to call the cops, I’m getting anxious, and the boss…….. tells them to let her go. He tells her she’s allowed to take only what she can carry in her own arms. So she scrambled off with the bag of wheat or corn or whatever ???? And the crews super confused and the boss goes “do not stop her from getting what she can carry” & so that happens again like once a week for the next few months. I find out she’s actually an immigrant and a widow? Living with her dead husbands mom. She’s been stealing to feed her mom in law. Anyways eventually one day she like. Approached my boss. In his office.
And like a month later I was given an invitation to their wedding it was extremely fucked up my boss married a lady who was a wheat thief
Classic bible story
Kingsman: The Secret Service (2015) || Kingsman: The Golden Circle (2017)
Lifeline | Harry Hart
“You’re too quiet,” you whisper against his skin in a voice so low it barely reaches his ear, yet he catches it.
Your lips are on his pulse and you can feel his surrender to your touch that feels like his personal heaven. You keep them there, making him go weak in the knees and shudder at the warmth he missed so much, although lust is by no means what’s fueling your actions.
You feel the little vein on his neck protruding, filled with blood and life and all you do is crave for more.
With little effort you slide down his chest, resting your head against his sternum and feeling his heart pound against his ribcage - bursting with life and filling your ears like the most delightful melody.
It’s proof that he’s here, alive and well, and nestled in your arms. There’s no panting, no fatal wound and no bullet to run from - the two of you are all there is and the world around melts in pure white and muffled noises.
The peaceful silence is broken by a noise -a mere whisper- that fades into nothing the moment it’s out of his mouth. You hear him not though, you’re too focused on your own thoughts and the way the soft cashmere of his sweater feels again your starved skin.
It’s all too familiar and a great source of comfort for it only serves to keep you grounded in this moment of pure bliss.
There’s no reply to his incoherent mumble and he knows you haven’t heard, so he says it again. Slowly, clearly.
“I love you.”
You smile as your ears catch the words and your head tilts enough to give you access to his lips. You want to kiss him silly, suck out the air from his lungs and have his taste on your mouth forever, but you settle for a peck instead when you see the tired look adorning his every feature.
He looks so much older now; like he’s been through hell and back and perhaps he has. It certainly feels like it but he’s trying to forget as you lay in his arms and he finally tastes the sweetness that are your lips.
“And I love you.”
He doesn’t smile as you expected. Not even the smallest of quirks adorns his lips. Instead, he frowns.
“Say it again.”
You giggle, a sound he’d never thought he’d never hear again and his eyes slide shut to cherish it.
“I love you, Harry.”
“Again, please.” he sucks in a harsh breath and your smile fades with the first tear that escapes those hazel-brown orbs. “I need to hear you say it.”
“Why doubt my love for you?” your voice cracks as you say his name and he feels his heart scream at the doe-like eyes inspecting him so closely.
He shakes his head and moves backwards, wiggling out of your hold as if the simplest of touches could burn him. It wounds your heart but you stay put - clutching the sheets like a lifeline.
“Harry, talk to me - please.”
“Do you?“ he spills it all out like a ticking bomb, keeping his eyes closed in fear of rejection he simply can’t take, "Do you love me all the same with all that’s happened?”
“No, I do not.”
You watch as the terror settles on his features and his face darkens, impossibly so, before your thumb is on his face and his tears are wiped by the softness of your skin.
“How can I love you all the same when I know what a world without you feels like?! I love you even more now, more than I ever thought was possible, and you must really be some stupid old fool if you can’t see that.”
He laughs at that and it’s loud -in a way that you haven’t heard him laugh in a while- and all you want to do is savour that sound, keep it locked in your mind and have it ring inside your ears forever.
“A stupid old fool, indeed.” his grin is contagious and his hands are cold as they meet your waist, gathering you in his arms until your body is flush against his.
His face dips in your hair, marvelling at the softness of your tresses and making himself at home there as your lips so tenderly work on his collarbone.
“I do hope you’re not bothered by stares, though. People might stare at a stupid old fool waltzing around with a missing eye and a wife young enough to be his daughter.”
You tut at that and laugh, brushing off his insecurities as you had done so many times before.
"Who cares what they think?! They can stare all they want - we’re only getting prettier.”
“So confident,” Harry murmurs against the skin behind your ear, sending shivers down your spine like only he could manage, “-I like it.”
“I got every reason to be, as long as you’re still here when I wake up.”
“Trust me, my love, you’re the only one I want to wake to.”
Requests:
by anon A fluffy Harry Hart x reader?? I’m craving something sweet and snuggly…
@ohdamnedaxis Omggg! Me again! Can I do make another request, please? Harry Hart/Agent Galahad x reader but this time its fluff! Just something really sweet and cute and there are lines going like, “Who cares about what they think” and “You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to”. Thanks! Love your works
A/N: I loved, loved, loved writing this. So sweet.
