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Tag Game to Better Know You

@jmobiwanspadawan helloooo my friend thank you for the tag! Hope you’re doing well!!

(don’t mind everything being pink. My tumblr is being wonky and this is the only way I can see the text lol)

What book are you currently reading?

The Accidental Salesperson by Chris Lytle. Book about the philosophy of marketing, essentially, and how to not be a sleazy salesman lol.

What’s your favourite movie you saw in theatres this year?

MARIO. Ahhh it was fucking great. Absolutely adored it. I’ve also just seen Dungeons & Dragons which was very fun as well, and a documentary film called Addicted to Life which was fucking heart wrenching.

What do you usually wear?

At home, 95% it’s black joggers and probably one of my many baggy black shirts. Outside, usually some 70s style variation of dress pants, sweater, or some other shirt. I’ve been very into 70s style (less patterns though) lately, although I have to admit I only half know what that even is lol. I’m learning

How tall are you?

5’7”, which I believe is 171cm?

What’s your star sign?

Libra :)

4/5 of my immediate family members are libras

Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

I think Carrie Fisher and Kim Kardashian?

Do you go by your name or a nickname? Nickname, usually. My name is somewhat long and formal-ish, and I’ve never met anyone with the same name who doesn’t shorten it.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

I’m on my way!

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

I was absolutely fucking SMITTEN with a guy in one of my classes a couple months ago. I mean, ‘making silly love song playlists, giggling at the thought of him, waking up early to do my hair, walking around with heart eyes and sighing wistfully’ kind of smitten, which was a first lmao

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

I’m pretty damn good at baking and cooking EXCEPT FUCKING PANCAKES. I could not make you a pancake to save my life.

Dogs or cats?

Both.

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favourite picture/favourite line/favourite etc. from something you created this year?

Ahh I’ve written a lot but I can’t think of any particular lines. This one is from a song I’m working on and I like it enough 🤷🏻‍♀️

Use me as your ashtray. I’ll catch all your withering pieces.

What’s something you’d like to create content for?

Girl don’t even get me started. Star Wars would be SICK, Marvel too. I’d also just really love to work on an ARG? Which like, I guess I could just DO, lol.

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

Well, if you hadn’t already guessed from the previous answer- Welcome Home. Fantastic ARG. Also The Mandalorian, she my side lover.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

Ahaaa wellll I produced a commercial and I showed it to someone who means a lot to me and they had a really disappointing reaction. Turns out they actually loved it, but their first reaction was asking about something that I hadn’t included and it was pretty crushing at the time.

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

I can unicycle 🤷🏻‍♀️ that’s always my go to answer lol.

Are you religious?

I am! Im a non denominational Christian who is also left leaning and gay sooo currently I do not have a church 😂

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

I REALLY could use a high quality super thin paintbrush. Like, for doing tiny details. And money lmao

Uhhh I’m never on here anymore so idk who’s active 😅 So please please feel free to do this if you want to! I’m tagging The World

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hi lovely nancy!! 🧚🏻‍♀️ how about a blurb of #40 with tom please? ily ✨

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

Helloooo! Ooof yess!! Ily 💕

Idk why I wrote this so long i’m sorry

warnings: angsty, fluffy, 2.5k

When the truth speaks loudly there is nothing that can be undone. And you had learned it the bad way.It started out in a bar when you had barely paid any attention to him. In fact, you had both been stuck with each other for lame reasons, your respective friends were about to hook up and you both had the role to entertain the remaining friend.

He didn’t know, but your friend had dared you to get the one and only Tom Holland to ask you out. You were good at getting dates so you accepted the dare. You’d ask her to get rid off his friend, whom luckily she was attracted to, so you could be with him. You had told your friend exactly what she’d do. And Tom had noticed how you had guided your friend into getting with his friend. Your advice was on point, telling her the buttons she had to push to get the man to her.

And she had. So you had your own game to play.

“Want me to buy you a drink?” Tom asked, watching his friend leave.

“Sure, martini, dry,” you said.

“You were good,” Tom said. “I had never seen Haz ask someone to dance right away.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you chuckled.

But he had flirted, just a bit, saying how lame both your friends had been at flirting, but how amazing your advice had been for your friend to get Haz to the dancefloor. But you both knew what exactly was coming, you’d probably have to tag along with your friends and let them be while they had all the fun. While you and Tom had to lie that you were having fun.

“You knew this was happening,” Tom said. “You were conscious you’d have to stay with me, but of course you’re not complaining because you got the lottery didn’t you? Tom freaking Holland,” he laughed.

“Ah, sure,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m sorry but no, I’m afraid the only sole role I’m playing tonight is the one who has to stay with the friend so she over there can have a good time.”

Tom grinned. “Are you? Or is she really the one to be playing that role?” He pushed.

You smirked. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I have no interest in you. I’m only happy she might get some.”

“So, they’re getting laid and that’s it, what’s special about it?” Tom chuckled.

“She’s not,” You grinned. “You see, my advice will lead to a date, not a one night stand.”

“Is it?” Tom chuckled.

“Yes, I’m good with that,” she chuckled. “You’re boring me, so here, please take care of this, I’m going to dance.”

And you gave him your purse with a sole purpose, so he could see it and you knew that he’d probably get out your phone, which had no password and he’d call himself to get your number and save his own.

He did as expected.

And eventually, he called you. As you had expected, two days later. So he insisted, just as you had expected him to, that you guys should hang out as well, because well, you’d both be alone for the next few weeks considering that you had been right and that your friends hadn’t slept together but they had agreed on going on a date.

And that’s how it started, first with bowling double dates, then with you going to his parties, then you’d end up at his house helping him with whatever it had occurred to him, barbecues and late-night movie dates. But then, you weren’t with Monica and Harrison. Suddenly both you and Tom were hanging out together without them.

“I got a date,” you had said to your friend. “Give me my fifty bucks.”

“I’ll give you a hundred if you get into a relationship with him.”

So it had been. And it was just going to be slightly awkward at the beginning, that’s what you expected. Going to the movies, and going out for dinner. The usual getting to know each other and slightly boring date, that’s what you had expected. But he hadn’t taken you to a fancy restaurant or to the movies, he had decided to do something more fun, so he took you to a boxing match. And that was fun. You both yelled and laughed and had fun. And you had screwed it up because you had kissed him on the first date.

But so it started. Dates on cafés, bars and picnics under the stars.. Late nights under the white sheets that meant only a melody to you. Breakfasts the next morning with burnt eggs and burnt waffles. Ending up ordering something.

Visit museums, fancy restaurants and not so fancy ones. Midnight snacks and moonlight secrets. Cuddles and snuggles and inventing new ways to kiss. Hand holding. You know, cute little dates that would insist on him coming up with a new theory of a new movie. You sharing your favourite books with him and him practising lines with you. Learning about movies that had made you cried and movies that hadn’t, like both of you had cried with Toy Story but neither had cried with A Walk To Remember. Weird pet peeves, like the fact that he despised ketchup or the fact that you hate when people crack their knuckles.

Background stories with sad memories and childhood stories that were too adorable to forget, like his first Spider-Man comic or your favourite Barbie.

Then it was public…just slightly, so you’d be seeing your pictures on the internet, and some major gossip on an article you’d avoid reading.

You had still applied your dating strategies until you weren’t anymore. Suddenly you had broken your number one rule, you were in love with him. And you had taken him to meet your parents and he had taken you to meet his family.

And before you could back away, the words had slipped by. “I love you.”

It had been nice, easy, and so not planned.

You were watching Stranger Things together and you had promised each other that you wouldn’t cheat on each other by skipping ahead. Tom had this horrible habit of spoiling every single series or movie to you. But he had promised he’d wait on this one.

“I’ve been ignoring all social media,” he said. “I don’t want any spoilers.”

You bit your lip. “I haven’t been ignoring it,” you confessed.

“Oh my god, you know what happens, don’t you?”

You wrinkled your nose. “I might have seen something, but I’m not entirely sure, I closed the app before I could see anything.”

“Oh, so then I can feel okay about saying this,” he said relieved. “I might have skipped ahead…”

“You…what?” You frowned.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” He said. “But I couldn’t sleep! I needed to know, if I didn’t… Okay, you see these dark circles? Those were because I couldn’t sleep without knowing, oh my god, I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you, what do you want me to do? I’ll…I’ll do anything, want me to eat a spoonful of ketchup?”

“Oh my god, Tom,” you laughed. “What?”

“I’ll go get the ketchup, I’m so sorry,” he said and you went over to the fridge and took out a spoon.

“No, no, oh my god, no Tom, no,” you laughed. “Gosh, no it’s okay, don’t do it.”

But he had already done it.

“You’re so stupid, I love you!” And you had said it.

“What.”

“What?” You chuckled, clearing his throat.

“I… You love me?” He asked you.

“I…uh, didn’t say anything,” you screamed.

And he had dropped the spoon and ran to you to kiss you. “I love you, too.”

So, you were screwed. Because you did. And without knowing it, you were in a relationship. And it wouldn’t have been that big of a deal. Because you had completely forgotten your bet.

Everything had been screwed, until one morning when your friend and roommate came to your room, unbeknownst to her, Tom was in your restroom, washing his face.

“Here’s your 100 bucks,” Monica said. “You did it, congrats.”

“What?” You asked.

“You have a relationship,” she said. “Remember? The bet we had? That if you got him in a relationship I’d give you a hundred bucks, well there you go.”

And he had listened. And you couldn’t even explain it to him.

“No, Tom, Tom, Tom, I’m sorry, she didn’t mean-”

“No, no, I get it, it was a lie! That’s alright, you won the lottery didn’t you honey?” He yelled as he was storming out of your house. “It’s okay, y/n, I’m good. You have a hundred bucks, hope they serve you well.”

“Tom!” But it had been useless.

Your days became pathetic. You listened to sad music to make you sadder, and you saw outside with melancholy from the car window when it rained as if you were the star of a video from the 2000’s. All this while you took advantage of the rainy nights to go out and drive to listen to songs that your mom probably used to listen to, but that now they became too special because the fool you were decided to internally dedicate them to him.

So you became a slave to silly things. Pathetic things. Like when you ate chocolate ice cream while watching the Netflix screen over and over again to end up watching Friends for the twelfth time. Turning around in bed and not being able to sleep, just like you were right now. Everything was tasteless and colourless as you soon were realizing that you had to let Tom go. You’d cry over silly things, over Stranger Things and over ketchup.

You had tried to call him, but he’d never answer.

When the truth speaks loudly there is nothing that can be undone. And you had learned it the bad way.

You had mailed him a box, that included two things. An issue of the first Spider-Man comic he’d ever read and a dvd you had found of A Walk To Remember.

It had a note.

“Tom,

I never thought I would be in love with you if we are honest. I never thought I would ever even get the chance to meet you. There were days in which I couldn’t believe it, but then I realized that you had been there to teach me a lesson. You know, like it was simple like it was meant to be.

It wasn’t something that happened by chance, you know? Nor was it planned, if it had been it would have been sudden and easy to forget. How things should be, with a specific schedule and a goal. Too bad we were looking elsewhere.

I wonder, did I know? Did you know that I was going to hurt you? Had I known, I would’ve never approached you, why would it be necessary to cause so much pain and guilt in someone who just wanted to give a little life to you?. I understand you don’t want to see me anymore.

I would say that I am already clean, if I were. I would say that it doesn’t hurt anymore, if it were true.

After devoting enough thoughts I have but one explanation, I’m stupid, I realized how we spend time, infidelities to the heart and deception to the mind. Games that only enclose in dungeons from which you can not find a way out. Dark places from which the low light we find is a reflection of illusion.

I think I went through too many things with my foolishness of not wanting to tell you when I could, not wanting to look for an alternative and not wanting to stop protecting myself. Yes, it began as a bet. It was my fault, I suppose, to believe that I wouldn’t face someone like you. Had it been anybody else, it would’ve been easier, still wrong, but easier. But you never know, I used to say that my heart was indomitable and if now I found myself writing a letter. I forgot it was a bet. Because you made it easy to forget.

Which reminds me of things that aren’t easy to forget, Tom. Like any silly girl who has a fondness for the seasonal doll, or a guy who can’t forget the first issue of the first comic of the superhero he gets to play now.

I was never a fan of flowers and less of the conversations at midnight. Being honest, I like to fall asleep early. I was never someone who cried at stupid romantic movies, but then I realized that when the person you love the most is gone, you find yourself crying over those stupid romantic movies.

Which brings me to my second gift, I hope you watch it and maybe just like the first issue of that comic, you never forget me.

I don’t expect you to ever forgive me, because I know I don’t deserve forgiveness. I just need you to know that for me it was never a lie, what started out as a stupid way to win a hundred bucks ended up as the best adventure I’ve ever lived. To be the best story yet to be told, and to the series, I might want to skip ahead to see if we ever cross paths again. I know you were a fan of spoilers, so, mind giving me one, now? Do they end up together again?

Sounds pathetic, but it’s pretty. All I have to say is, I’m sorry. And I need you to know this: “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

And he hadn’t answered. But you didn’t expect him to. But Monica had tried to cheer you up, and she had taken you to the bar.

“Now you will do exactly as I say, okay?” And she had left to the dance floor to bring someone over. And said someone had sat beside you and you hadn’t looked up.

“Hi,” it was Haz.

“Hey,” you said, looking at him. “You guys want me to leave you alone?”

Haz chuckled. “I’m afraid the only sole role I’m playing tonight is the one who has to stay with the friend so him over there can have a good time,” Haz whispered. And you turned around to see him.

You walked over to him. “Tom, I’m so sorry…” You said. “I’ll let you crack your knuckles, I’ll crack my knuckles.”

“Sh,” he shook his head, watching you as you tried to crack your knuckles. “Oh, gosh don’t ever do that again. Now I see why you hate it.”

And you were crying in a bar. “I’m so sorry.”

“Spoiler alert,” Tom said, leaning over to kiss you. “She wins him back”

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