i want this documentary

anonymous asked:

Harry singing Clean Bandit. Harry singing Clean Bandit! HARRY SINGING CLEAN BANDIT!!!! HE'S SINGING SYMPHONYYYYYY!! GIMME ME FOOTAGE PLEASE!!!!

I reblogged the link to see the documentary earlier if you want to see it! It’s a super short scene though

i really sat at 13 after realizing i was gay and saw an hour long documentary about the westboro baptist church and just sobbed for so long because i was forced to come to terms with the fact that there are so many people out there who want me dead. i was 13 when i watched so many documentaries about the aids crisis seeing how traumatizing and evil the stigma against people with aids was and how much it devastated the community, and people still said it was gods will against gay people. i was just a baby and i was forced to educate myself on the community that i had just found out i was a part of in order to understand the dangers i was under and to further understand how to protect myself. and now ive got 25 year old “straight allies” who barely even know what stonewall was and act shocked that you couldn’t serve openly in the military until 2011. straight people don’t know shit and it’s honestly disrespectful. be thankful you can be a grown ass adult and walk around with that ignorance when literal children are forced to deal with the pain of their community’s history

i want a ‘where are they now’ style documentary following the attendees of the infamous 2014 dashcon… what are they up to theses days?? how have their lives changed after dashcon??? what did the ballpit smell like?? so many questions need answers

Reblog if you'd read a story about mythical creatures helping people with disorders and disabilities that doesn't end with them simply being "healed"

I want to see what the demand for this would be if I write this.

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“Freed from the memory, escape from our history,,

Escape From History (2017)

22.07.11

Today it is 6 years since the worst attacks on Norwegian soil since the second world war. A right-wing terrorist placed a bomb near government buildings and killed 8 people. Right after he went to Utøya, an island where a political youth camp held place, where he killed 69 people and injured even more.

Here are are all 77 victims.

In the days following the attacks, the song “Mitt lille land” covered by Maria Mena became popular and has later become a song that represents this time of shock and horror that the people of Norway felt.

All over Norway, people gathered in memory of the lives lost in “rosetog” (rose marches) where thousands of people put down roses and lights in honour of the victims.

The biggest rose march was on July 25th in Oslo, where as many as 200.000 people gathered.

Norway is a small country and it was said that as many as 1 in 5 Norwegians were directly or indirectly affected by this tragedy.

If you want to watch a documentary about the attacks, I recommend the following:

“BBC This World - Norway’s massacre”

So let’s take a moment today to remember not only the victims, but what the victims were exercising: democracy, freedom of speech and tolerance. <3

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In Fear, Behind the Scenes Interview (Blu-ray)

Behind The Album - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 5)

Originally posted by 1dlarryluv

Part 4

Harry ended the call as soon as he heard the word boyfriend. He was beyond confused at this point. As far as he knew you were single and you sure as hell acted single. Harry didn’t know how to approach this, but he knew he would have to ask you about it soon because he wasn’t about to become the other man. 

He grabbed the glasses and snacks before heading back into his room. You were sitting up in his bed wearing his shirt, but had it fully unbuttoned. 

“Took you long enough,” you laughed. “Did they come back yet?” 

“No, they’re not back yet,” he said sitting down on the bed. 

You were on your knees behind him and wrapped your arms around his shoulder. You were trailing kisses along his neck as he sat there. He put his hand on your arm and turned his head towards. 

“Earlier you asked me if you were just going to be a fling for me,” he said. “What about me? Am I a fling to you?” 

You looked at him confused. “What do you mean? I told you I wanted this to go beyond here,” you said. 

“Then who’s Max?” He asked. 

You leaned away from him. “How do you know about him?” 

“So, it’s true?” Harry said standing up. “You’ve got a fucking boyfriend? And you fucked me! You lead me the fuck on talking about all this romantic bullshit while you were worried I was the one using you, but it was you using me this whole fucking time?”

“Woah, Woah, Woah,” you said. “Max is not my boyfriend. I don’t have a boyfriend. Other than whatever this is, I’m single. I wasn’t leading you on and I’m not using you.” 

“So, you’re telling me that this guy has called you multiple times in the last fucking hour and that he desperately wants you to call him back and told me he was your boyfriend when he’ s not?” Harry said. 

You sighed. “Yes,” you said. “Max and I’s relationship is complicated.” 

“He’s your ex then?” Harry asked. “You really gotta give me some fucking details, love, because I’m losing my shit over this.” 

“Okay, I’ll tell you, but calm the fuck down first before you make a hole in the floor,” you said. 

He sighed stopping what he was doing and crossing his arms to look at you. 

“Max and I are friends, just friends, but recently he’s been trying to become more than friends with me,” you said. “I don’t like him in that way and I’ve told him that, but that still hasn’t kept him from acting very possessive towards me Anytime he sees me talking to a guy, he gets jealous. I told him to stop and that if he didn’t I couldn’t be around him anymore. Before I came out here, I was out with some friends and this guy was asking me to take a picture of him and his girlfriend and Max fucking lost it. He went up to the guy and punched him in the face. After that, I told him to leave me alone and that while I’m gone he needed to change or else we’re done as friends.” 

“And I guess when he heard you answer my phone, he wanted to make it seem like he and I were together and for you to stay away,” you said. 

“Did he ever hurt you?” He asked quickly. 

You shook your head. “No, he never laid a hand on me.” 

He nodded and sat down on the bed again. 

“So, you believe me?” you whispered. 

“I have no reason not to believe you,” he said. “The only thing I care about is whether you had a boyfriend or not and if you’re playing me. As long as neither is true, then I believe it.” 

“I promise you,” you whispered. “I’d never be the type of person who cheats on people and I would never string you along just to hurt you,” you added placing your forehead against yours. 

“I’m sorry I got so upset before I let you explain things,” he said. 

“Well, I can see why you do though, I’m sure if some girl told me that she was your girlfriend, I’d be a little freaked out too,” you giggled. 

“I can tell you right now, I only have one girlfriend,” he said looking in your eyes. 

“Uh, excuse me?” You asked. 

“You, you dork,” he laughed. 

“Really?” you blushed. 

“Well, I mean yeah, as long as you want to be that is,” he said. 

“Of course I want to be,” you smiled. 

“Good, now come here before they get back,” he smirked pulling you onto his lap. 

**

It had been a few days since you and Harry made it official. You two kept it professional during business hours, which only made all the hours after that much hotter. You two made up for all the lack of kissing and touching as much as you could before you were back into business mode. 

Most everyone in the house kept their mouths shut about you and Harry, however, you made the mistake of wearing a tank top that revealed a few love bites along the cleavage of your chest. No one teased you about it, but you caught the snickers and smirks towards Harry. 

You were in the studio filming again while Harry was finishing recording the songs. Tomorrow you’d all be back in to film a choir who would be coming in to put some vocals on a few of the songs. Ever since that night, Max had kept calling you and sending you texts on your phone. A few of them were quite upsetting and possessive that they freaked you out. 

You didn’t show them to Harry though because you didn’t want him to think it was a bigger deal than it really was. You’ve known Max for ages and he wasn’t always like that. Plus, he had never hurt you before, so you weren’t too worried about anything happening. 

Once Harry finished in the studio, you all headed out for dinner. You sat next to Harry at the table and he kissed your head. 

“You two are just so cute,” Jeff smirked. 

“Fuck off, mate,” Harry laughed. 

“But it’s true,” Mitch smirked. 

“I think I like it better when you’re quiet,” he laughed. 

“Don’t be mean,” you scolded. 

“Hey, whose side are you on exactly?” He asked. 

“Theirs,” you said. 

“What? Over your own boyfriend, Y/N?” He gasped.

“Yes,” you said. “They were simply being nice and complimenting us on our relationship, yet you’re the one who told them to fuck off and to shut up, so you’re the mean one here.” 

“Oh, we’ll see who the mean one really is tonight, baby,” he smirked into your ear. 

“Can’t wait,” you smirked. 

“And we’re eating,” Mitch said. 

You giggled and took a sip of your drink. 

After dinner, while everyone got dropped off at the house, you and Harry decided on going for a walk down the beach. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you two walked down the shore. 

“I know we have at least another week or so here, but uh, maybe we should start talking about how we’re going to be together once we leave,” you said. 

“Well, I’m going back to London,” he said. “And I have some things coming up there that I want to put in the documentary…” 

“Is that you’re way of making sure I’m leaving with you?” you giggled. “By hiring me to follow you.” 

“Don’t say it like that,” he laughed. “It sounds like I’m buying a hooker.” 

You laughed. “I’ll have to look at my schedule. I don’t think I have anything booked right after this because I wasn’t sure how long I’d be here.

“Good thing, I never gave you end date,” he joked. 

You shook your head with a laugh. 

“I’ve uh, I’ve meaning to ask you, have you called Max back?” He asked. 

“No, I haven’t,” you said. “But he has still been contacting me.” 

“Really?” He asked. 

“Yeah, he’s not exactly happy, from what I’ve gathered in his messages,” you said. 

“Can I see or hear them?” He asked. 

You sighed pulling your phone out of your pocket and getting his texts up. You gave the phone to Harry and he quickly started to read them and scroll through them. 

“That piece of shit,” he said. “Why didn’t you tell me he was sending you these?” 

“Because it’s not that big of a deal,” you shrugged. 

“You don’t think him saying that you belong to him and no one else is a big deal?” He asked. “That’s a huge fucking deal.” 

“He’s just upset,” you said. 

“If you were in a relationship with this guy, all of these things would be red flags, he said. “I think you need to talk to him and tell him that you don’t want to talk to him anymore and he shouldn’t contact you for a while.” 

“I already did that, before I got here,” you said. 

“Well, then maybe he needs to hear from me,” he said. “I don’t like him talking to you like that.” 

You sighed. “I don’t know if that would just make things worse,” you said. 

“Things aren’t great right now,” he said. “You’re my girlfriend, Y/N, and I don’t want some jealous, unstable guy, talking to you.” 

You sighed. “Okay, we can call him tonight.” 

Harry nodded and kissed your head. 

**

You were laying on Harry’s bed in his shirt, while he was messing around on the guitar. You were debating on how to handle the Max situation because even though you were sure that Max wouldn’t do anything too extreme, you had to admit that you didn’t feel comfortable with how he was being towards you. 

Something you felt for a really long time. You looked back at Harry, who was writing something down. 

“Whatcha writing about?” You asked. 

“Oh, you know just the beautiful view I’ve got here in Jamaica,” he smirked. 

“Are you poetic or actually talking about the beach view outside?” you laughed. 

“Hm, I’m talking about the view of the beautiful, sexy, amazing, woman in my bed right now,” he smirked leaning over you. 

You giggled puckering your lips for a kiss. He pressed his lips against yours and put his hand on your lower back. Just when things started to heat up, your phone started ringing. You groaned picking it up and see Max’s picture.

“It’s Max,” you said. 

“Answer it,” he said. 

You sighed answering it. “Hey, Max,” you said. 

“Finally! I was beginning to think you were kidnapped or something,” he said. 

“Nope, I’ve just been working,” you said. 

“You get a lunch break right and time during the night?” He asked. 

“Yeah, but uh… I’ve been doing other things,” you said. 

“Well, you could have at least responded to a text,” he said. “And what about that guy I talked to too, didn’t he tell you I called.” 

“He did, yes,” you said. “But Max, remember we’re supposed to be taking a break from one another.” 

‘You were serious about that?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I was Max, what you did that night, never should have happened and these texts you’ve been sending…. Max, you need to realize that I’m not yours. I’m your friend and that’s all,” you said. 

“It’s that guy, right? The one who answered your phone? He’s trying to take you away from me,” Max said. 

“The only person taking me away from you is you. You’re pushing me away with how you’re acting. Max, we’ve been friends for years and I do care about you and want you in my life, but I can’t keep doing this when you’re acting this,” you said. 

“Acting like what?” He asked. “Sorry that I fucking love you and just want to be with you. That guy will never be good enough for you and he sure as hell isn’t going to love you like I do.” 

You sighed rubbing your head. “Max, I-I don’t love you. I don’t want to be with you and because I care about you, I think it’ll be better if we just go our separate ways for now.” 

“What are you saying, Y/N?” Max asked. 

“I’m saying that I can’t be your friend, not when you need time to get to me,” you said. “There’s someone out there for you, Max, but I’m not her.” 

“Fine, but you’re going to regret this, Y/N,” he said before ending the call. 

You sighed looking over at Harry. “Why do I feel like shit right now?” 

“Because you’re a good person,” he whispered wrapping his arms around your shoulder. “And like you said, you care about him and he’s been a good friend for ages, so while you know this is the best thing for you and him right now, it still hurts you.” 

You nodded wrapping your arms around him. He smiled laying the two of you back and your legs intertwined with each other. 

“Maybe one day, he’ll move on and you two can be friends again,” he whispered. 

“I hope so,” you whispered. 

Harry pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling the blanket over the both of you. 

“It’s going to be okay, baby,” he whispered. 

“I know,” you said. “Thank you for being here for me.” 

“Of course, I’m your boyfriend. It’s what I do,” he laughed. 

“You enjoy saying that don’t you?” you asked. 

“Saying what? The fact that I’m your boyfriend?” He smirked. 

“Yeah, that,” you giggled. 

“I do,” he nodded. 

“I like hearing it,” you smiled. 

“Good,” he smirked kissing your nose. 

You laughed pulling away a bit “Good night,” you said. 

‘Night, baby,” he whispered before turning off the lights and pulling you closer to him as you both went to sleep.