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soft boy  (◕ ‿ ◕✿)

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tom holland + boyfriend looks

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“get me out of this interview…”

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😬😬

Pls say sike

#jake gyllenhall #yikes #big yikes #the article provides more insight to what #its about #but like #its still bad

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Stole this but yeah-

I fucken hate when fic authors write strippers, or like have their character go into stripping like its easy.

Its not that fucken simple. Its a very demanding job on the body and on the mind. And it takes a lot more skill than swinging your ass around. Not everyone is capable of being a stripper, so please stop saying its an easy gig and do some research.

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Tom really wasn’t kidding when he called himself the stupid friend was he ? 😂😂

Jake and Aron tricked Tom into believing there’s a Koala Cafe in Korea

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Jake Gyllenhall sounds like me when I came to conclusion that hanna barbera and the dude who created the simpsons where in the illuminati

what is Jake on & how do I get my hands on it? ugh his mind

#i was high as shit too

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Jake Gyllenhaal, Josh Brolin, Forest Whitaker and Michael B. Jordan on THR’s Roundtable 2014

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Has.....has Tom ever heard a dolphine before?

tom impersonating a dolphin is the WEIRDEST thing ever and i hate it

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Just let me do my job.

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The hair. The tattoos. The hair. The job. The hair. The scars. The hair. The shirt. The hair. The shouting. THE FUCKING HAIR.

Easily top 5 movie material. Maybe even top two.

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YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT THIS CLOWN WAS LIKE “yo what if we framed Spider-Man as an international criminal and reveal his identity to the public” AND HE DIDNT HAVE A SOLID PLAN TO USE AFTERWARD???? JON WATTS YOU DOING???? Im so fuckig stressed again

#breh who let these niggas write the movie

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Jake Gyllenhaal for ELLE Men China (2013)

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The Curveball: Quentin Beck/Mysterio x Reader. 

Reader is part of the Avengers. Unspecified powers, unspecified gender. SPOILERS. 

Also, TW: MANIPULATION.

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Even the best laid plans need to be adaptable. Quentin Beck knows this, because he expects there to be some curveballs thrown his way before everything is said and done. 

The first unexpected element comes in the pretty little shape of you.

When Fury tells him that you’re able to fly in and assist with the elementals, Quentin almost breaks character in frustration. Months of pulling strings to ensure that his plan would be set into motion while every single notable Avenger is busy, and somehow you sidestep the setup entirely and are able to come in on a moment’s notice and help. 

The kid, Spider-man, would be easy enough to deal with. He could probably even convince him to give up the hero life and leave it to the professionals. But you’ll be trickier to deal with.

First, he expects he’ll need to kill you with Fury and Hill. It’s a shame, but there can’t be any loose ends. But then, and idea hatches, and before you’ve arrived, he’s proposed it to his team and has an entirely new script to work with.

When you walk into the room and Fury introduces you to Quentin Beck, he gasps quietly. His hands shake, and he stares at you as though you’re a ghost. He says your name tentatively, and reaches out to you for just a moment before briskly turning away, clearing his throat and returning to the business at hand.

He has to mentally congratulate himself on his acting skills when Fury and Hill share a silent look that they don’t think he catches.

After the meeting ends, he notices you lingering, staying behind until everyone else besides the two of you have cleared out of the room.

“Mr. Beck…? What is it?” You ask carefully, approaching him, “I’m not blind. You recognize me?”

He hesitates for just the right amount of time.

“You were… important to me, on my Earth,” He elaborates painfully. Your eyes gaze up at him in sympathy and wonder and awe and oh, you’re buying every second of it. “You were killed. I couldn’t save-” Quentin breaks off, looking away from you. “Sorry. I never thought I’d see you again, and it’s so strange, because you don’t even know who I am.”

You pause, and for a moment, he wonders if he’s overdone it. Then, you take his hands softly into your own, and you’re looking so kindly at him, smiling so softly. You’re looking at him like he’s a wonderful and tragic hero, and it makes Quentin’s stomach twist. 

“You’re right, I don’t. But… we could get to know each other?”

Quentin Beck is going to be a hero. Everyone is going to know his name, everyone is going to worship him, until the name Tony Stark becomes obsolete and forgotten. 

And everyone knows that the hero need a love interest.

He’ll tell you the truth eventually, he thinks. Once you’re in too deep to get out, and he’s been able to make you fall in love with him. He knows he’s not going to be able to fool every single actually-really-superpowered hero that’s out there, but if you’re at his side vouching for him, then maybe he’ll have an extra advantage.

Besides, it’s not hard for Quentin to fake longing gazes tossed in your direction or a desire for you, not when you watch him so innocently and fall for every word he says. Not what you lean into every slight touch he gives you, as though you’re starved for it. You’re so sweet- the kind of person he’d have ended up developing feelings for before too, when he was just a Stark employee being shoved to the sidelines. 

He knows there’s something perverse about the way he longs to have you twisted around his finger, until he’s all you can think about and you’re desperate for him. But when things have been coming together so perfectly, he can’t find it in himself to care.

And he’s supposed to be the one with such a deep, dramatic star-crossed love that he can barely hold himself back. It’s almost too easy to have you hanging on and wanting more, as he alternates between showing you “emotional vulnerability” and acting the tortured soul who doesn’t dare love you again for fear of losing you.

But he doesn’t push it. The best laid plans require patience, after all. It’s a dance, and it’s you who makes the first move, right before you the two of you are boarding the plane for Italy. 

“Quentin,” You murmur, leaning closer to him, “Don’t do anything stupid. Please.”

“Stupid? Me?” He smiles playfully, “Hey. I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.” A pause. “Besides, I’m the one who should be saying that to you. You need to be safe.”

You huff out a laugh, and place your hands on his shoulders, smoothing them along his cape. “I’m not going anywhere, either. We’re going to win. This time, you’re not going to lose-” Quentin can hear the unspoken ‘me’ hang in the air.

“I know,” He answers. Gently, he cups your face in his hand, smoothing his thumb along you cheek. “I-”

You cut him off with a kiss. Quentin quickly responds, wrapping his free arm around your waist, pulling you against him. He’s not sure if it’s acting or if it’s real, but he’s hungry for you and needy for more, and he’s holding you like he really is scared he’s going to lose you.

But he’s not. He’s going to be Quentin Beck, bigger than the Avengers ever were. 

And you’re going to be his.

#BREH #I FUCKE. LOVE THIS #FIC #ITS AMAZAZING #SHORT #HELLA GOOD

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He looks like hes saying “Mamma mia! Somebody a-toucha the spaghetti!”

The Scream (1893)

Edward Munch

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I just watched Far From Home and...

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I want Jake Gylenhaal to be my sugar daddy

#jake gyllenhaal