Timdayas are the reason ET asked her about kissing Tim, and BuzzFeed asked her about Dune cast rizz. They were looking for the Tim and z shippers clicks
hmm i don’t know, i wanna say so many things but maybe it’s better to just 😴 although i do want to say that it truly is so disrespectful to ask stuff like “who’s the better kisser” (and i love that it got addressed, i just don’t get why tom and tomdayers are getting blamed by the five people who can’t comprehend anything 😅)
Do you think it’s cute to say you like making everything about their relationship? It’s not fair to Z at all how you guys treat her . If you guys were normal about the relationship we wouldn’t have to deal with people asking Z these stupid ass questions
added 🤪 to make it clear i find everything so ridiculous but whatever. it’s people like you who make every darn thing about her relationship honestly. stop living this sad life, please
"And so, to Sunday – tree planting day – let’s call it T Day.
Sam arrived armed with food for Sunday lunch. Every family should have a chef. Nikki has a photo shoot and is flapping. I am still looking for my saw. Paddy is sleeping because he’s a teenager. And then Tom rocks up, hungry, excited about Masters Sunday and then even more excited about T Day.
‘I’ll give you a hand.’ He suggests casually which is welcome but also fitting because Tom was officially Tessa’s owner and he bore the lion share of her ruinously expensive treatment during her last 8 months.
But Tom working in our front garden is a problem. Even donning a golf cap on, cars swerve and slow down. Maybe motorists drive down our road in the know and vigilant for just such a thing as T Day.
Pedestrians double take. Neighbours and their children wander over for a ‘hello’ and a photo opp and this all adds a sense of urgency to T Day.
But Tom’s presence is welcome indeed. He’s good with his hands. As Eclipsed readers will know, had Captain Show Biz not visited him so kindly, he was destined for a life on the tools.
Once the tree is in the ground with a scattering of her ashes laid by each Holland, Tom takes charge of the stake pounding. He has an authority about him, and I am happy to defer.
The stakes go into the ground easily enough and he decides that the batons don’t need to be cut which means I don’t need a saw after all. Hurray. My drill appears up to the job also, punching holes through the stakes for the bolts. However, by the time for the fourth and final hole, its battery begins to falter, and I wonder how I had forgotten to charge the blinking thing up. But it coughs up just enough juice and the job is complete.
The tree is bound to the two cross batons, and everyone declares T Day a success."