I can’t get over this picture everything about it is so ethereal and he’s so beautifuL like wtF look at his smilE I’m scrEAMING protect Louis at all costs
Floral Paintings by Stephanie Fehrenbach.
I came up to his ear as he was just about to enter the post office and whispered, “Fuck me, Elio.”
(req @darkroomsperfectfaces )
but remember when Louis&Harry had their own photoshoot.
If you haven’t already done it…. Go hit that reblog button. Do what you have to, just do that too.
Like seriously. Just find one and reblog it real quick. I post a couple yesterday and put into the universe that I actually wanted it
Let it work for y’all too
not only are these boys soulmates who share everything
but
do they
really have
to share
the exact same
haircolor as well
?????
aries;
playlist 1
playlist 2
taurus;
playlist 1
playlist 2
gemini;
playlist 1
playlist 2
cancer;
playlist 1
playlist 2
leo;
playlist 1
playlist 2
virgo;
playlist 1
playlist 2
libra;
playlist 1
playlist 2
scorpio;
playlist 1
playlist 2
sagittarius;
playlist 1
playlist 2
capricorn;
playlist 1
playlist 2
aquarius;
playlist 1
playlist 2
pisces;
playlist 1
playlist 2
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_AQ4em7ojII)
I’m gonna talk about the gay subplot in It Chapter 2 for a moment so excuse me... (also spoilers if you care)
Imagine what Richie must have felt when his memories came back. Just imagine he’d been walking around with this piece of himself missing.
This fundamental piece.
This piece that makes sense of all the rest of the pieces.
And Richie had just gone on without it for twenty-seven years. Knowing somewhere inside himself that something was wrong. Sure, like a crooked house, he’d managed to build something. A life, a version of life at least.
And then Mike had called.
For him, there was the fear that everyone else had felt. But there was also something else. Something bigger. It probably took him a while. Probably took him standing there in Derry, in that restaurant, seeing Eddie again to realize what it was. Seeing that ring on Eddie’s finger. Realizing just how much this damn town and that goddamn clown had really taken from him.
Twenty-seven stolen years isn’t just something you can get back.
And what really fucking blows is that it’s still there. That old fear. That self-hatred. Those voices with their poison words. He could hear them again too. And he was scared all over again. From a thousand different angles.
Anyway, I just can’t stop thinking about that moment. Like what that must’ve been like to have forgotten and then to have remembered. Your first love. Your biggest love. Maybe your only love.
(Regardless of anything else in the movie, it’s just a really rich concept ok and I can’t stop thinking about it)
Okay, you can tell just by their actions that Harry and Louis where standing next to each other, so why even move them to opposite sides. It's obvious.