tom and harry being rageful little fucktards against and/or together with each other are my bread and fucking butter. I eat that shit up. there is nothing but rage in their bones. you can not look at either of them and tell me a saint was made out of either, for they are both the devil of each other’s damn lives. the bane of the other’s existence. They’re both tired, angry fuckers who live with fire in their veins lit by the sparks of each other’s souls clashing like flint and steel. they will burn and consume each other like an ouroborous, an eternal cannibalism of their purposes in life.











