#(do harrison tags even exist lol)

[laracrofted]

dip you in honey (so i could be sticking to you)

synopsis: harrison drinks honey lattes and has big hands.

pairing: harrison knott x emma coves (oc)

warnings: 18+, minors and ageless blogs dni, swearing, explicit smut (semi-public sex – in the back of a coffee shop, which is probably some sort of health and safety violation; harrison also eats it from the back; dirty talk and praise and overuse of pet names and all that good stuff because it's him) (wc: 3K)

note: i named the fic after daylight by harry styles, and i named emma after chateau lobby #4 by father john misty because "you left a note in your perfect script, stay as long as you want, and i haven't left you bed since" is such a harrison coded lyric. enjoy! 💛

Golden sunlight follows after him as Harrison ducks into Bluebird Coffee, his presence announced by the little gold bell that hangs above the door, a joyful chime.

Emma watches him make his way to the counter with her balled fists shoved in the pockets of her robin's egg blue apron, one of the many spots of bright color in the small, color-packed space. A string of incandescent bulbs glow above her head – as cheery and bright as the wide smile that fills Emma's freckled face at the sight of her boyfriend.

He looks good, so good.

A half-a-size-too-small shirt stretches deliciously snug across his broad shoulders and wide abdomen – across muscles firmed by years of surfing and heavy lifting. It's an ocean blue that makes his pretty blue eyes shine and gleam, like bursts of sunshine, dancing on a building wave.

He looks so good, in fact that Emma almost forgets to be surprised to see him.

Her dark brows dip ever-so-slightly as Emma peers up at him with a shy smile. "Hey you. Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

He works down the street at Lost and Found – an eclectic record store that somehow always manages to have rare pressings of her favorite records.

Emma had just started working at Bluebird when Harrison started coming in – and later, Harrison admitted to spotting her in the window and wanting an excuse to talk to her. She remembered him and his order almost immediately: the cute and charming regular with the ocean blue eyes who always orders a Red Eye and chokes it down at the counter like a man in severe pain.

After a while, Emma took pity on him.

She convinced him to expand his horizons and move him away from his usual Red Eye  – a brewed coffee with a shot of espresso, basically a panic attack in a cup, Emma gently explained to him – and you know... drink coffee he’d actually like.

Lately, Harrison's been partial to a honey latte.

He loves to order them in this one particular way.

"Can I get a honey latte from my honey?" Harrison asks with a lopsided grin, nacho levels of cheese in his deep voice. He's so... stupid and adorable, and Emma's so damn fond of him.

She makes a big show of her rolling her brown eyes, but really, she adores him, and Harrison damn well knows it.

Grabbing a wide-mouth jar from the row of clean glasses and multi-colored pastel mugs, Emma gets to work.

It's a ritual Emma knows well. Two shots of espresso. One cup of oat milk. Two heaping tablespoons of honey because after years of consuming coffee purely for the caffeine, Harrison likes his drinks on the sweeter side now.

She fills the glass with ice, pours in the milk and espresso respectively, and gives it a quick dusting of cinnamon for a pinch of something extra.

She slides it across the counter with a smile and bends forward to lean on her elbows, resting her chin on her bridged fingers and looking up at him through her dark lashes.

"Thanks, Em," Harrison says warmly, fondly.

Her boss usually isn't in on the weekends, but just in case, Emma looks around for her, craning her neck and checking her corners. She doesn't see her anymore so Emma dares to sit on the edge of the counter and dash a quick kiss across Harrison's lips.

He tastes like sea salt and sunscreen and honey.

His lips part in a smile. A warm, radiant smile that warms her down to her toes and makes her feel like Emma's been down at the beach, laying in the sun for hours, and not in the AC-chilled shop since the crack of dawn.

"What're you doing here?" Emma asks him with a grin. She can still feel the pleasant scrape of his stubble on her chin. "Taking a break?"

He is still smiling, lip pulled between his teeth. "A storm's coming so Cooper's closing the shop at noon, and I didn't want my girl biking home in the rain." My girl. Her grin is stupid wide. "Thought I'd hang here and watch you work and drive you home after your shift." A hint of mischief quirks the edge of his lip. "Unless I'll be distracting?"

"You?" Emma feigns shock. "Distracting? Never."

Smiling to herself, Emma goes back to the register to help the customer who is coming in, and Harrison finds an empty stool at the counter to drink his coffee.

But damn, Harrison really is distracting.

She can feel his flame blue eyes on her, burning hot, and – when she reaches up to grab more coffee grounds from one of the high shelves – on the hem of her dress, sliding up the backs of her legs.

She's wearing shorts underneath, but god, Harrison's smoldering attention makes her kind of wish she wasn't wearing anything at all underneath.

So okay, Emma's a little distracted. But really, it's fine.

She breaks one of the for-here mugs and sloshes almond milk all over the edge of the counter and onto the floor because Harrison is here with his big biceps and his broad, freckled shoulders and his knowing smile and his slutty gold chain.

And god, all Emma can think about is this morning when Harrison woke her up with his head between her legs, pressing an enthusiastic trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses across the insides of her thighs, mouthing messily at the dampening fabric of her panties until her searching fingers found their way into his silky hair with a breathy, half-awake moan.

God, Harrison, please, Harrison, oh-oh-oh my god...

He pulled her spit-soaked panties down to her knees and worked her open with his clever mouth and his big fingers and wouldn't let her have his beautiful cock until Emma begged him.

Please, Harrison, please, I need it, ah-oh, need you, need...

"There. That's better, isn't it, honey?" Harrison cooed against her shoulder, pushing into her from behind, his grip on her hips just shy of bruising. He was so big, stretching her around him, so gorgeous, moving slowly so Emma could get used to his size.

He was pressed to her back, warm and absolutely everywhere, and sweat dotted her brow, beading and running down the side of her neck. He's always so much, so good.

He seized her hair with one hand and tugged her head to the side, licking a stripe up the side of her neck, licking the sweat from her skin. "God, honey, you're dripping all over my cock, absolutely soaking." He rolled his hips, moved slow slow slow. "That feel good, honey? You're taking it so well, baby..."

Iced coffee runs over and spills over the sides of the glass and down the back of her hand, shocking her from the daydream, and Emma swears under her breath. She wipes the puddle from the counter with a wad of paper towels and presses the back of her clean hand to her forehead.

Jesus. Is it warm in here?

She feels warm.

And also sticky.

It's fine.

Her fourth alarm – or the back-up-to-the-back-up alarm – rang as Emma was about to fall over the precipice Harrison was painstakingly working her toward with his hand between her legs, all but folding her in half on the mattress.

And Emma had to shower and go to work before Harrison could make good on his promise to make her come around his cock, but it's... fine.

Harrison drums his fingers on the sunshine yellow counter and noticing her eyes on him, gives her a long and borderline inappropriate-for-public once-over. He ends his appraisal with a cheeky smile, crinkled blue eyes glimmering knowingly.

It's really so fine.

Her shift passes agonizingly slowly, and by the time Harrison follows her into the back at a quarter-after-one, Emma's coming out of her skin. She is fidgeting endlessly, running the sun-shaped charm on her gold necklace up and down the length of the chain, gathering her shoulder-length dark curls one-handed against her nape and letting them down again.

"Which locker's yours?" Harrison asks conversationally.

But Emma's so done with conversations.

Ignoring the question, Emma grabs the collar of his shirt with both hands and pushes him into the nearest locker and kisses him.

She catches the corner of his mouth more than anything else, an inelegant mash of lips and stubble, because she caught him off guard and he's so damn tall that he really needs to bend down to meet her, but it doesn't really matter; she just needs to be closer to him.

His big arms wrap around her, lifting her onto her tiptoes, as Harrison deepens the kiss and swallows the half-moan that escapes her mouth. She'd probably be embarrassed except Emma's so fucking wound up that Harrison could probably rock her down on his broad thigh and make her explode.

"Someone missed me," Harrison croons, pulling back with his hand on the front of her neck, his broad fingers spread wide. "It's only been a few hours, honey."

He grins, and god, Harrison really is so handsome, big and strong, strands of sun-kissed hair curling at the ends, cheeks ruddy from sun and laughter. His eyes darken as Harrison really drinks her in.

And what a sight she must be, practically drooling over him, needing him so badly, so desperately.

"Fuck me," she whispers against his mouth, voice husky, and Harrison shudders, practically crushing her against his hard abdomen.

"Here?" Harrison asks, a mix of disbelieving and unbelievably turned on. "Don't you want to go home?"

It's so cute of him to ask – so scandalized, as if Harrison hasn't fucked her on the beach multiple times by now, laying her out under a blanket of stars on the longest night of the year.

She kisses up his neck, his strong neck, nibbling at the constellation of freckles and beauty marks on his tan skin. Licks the next words against his hammering pulse, against the width of his shoulder. "I can't wait, baby, I need you right now. I'm so fucking wet for you, Harrison, please."

"Jesus," Harrison groans.

A large hand presses in between her shoulder blades, bringing her closer, bending her into him, and Harrison's leg slides in between hers, pushing at the hem of her dress.

He makes quick work of the apron around her waist, crumpling it into a ball and flinging it away from them without looking. She'll need to look for it later, but right now, Emma doesn't care because Harrison is running his hands over the soft fabric of her dress, over the curve of her hips, palms hot and burning like an iron.

"Is this dress new?" Harrison asks, so casual, so patient. "I haven't seen it before."

God. He can be such a fucking tease sometimes.

"Who cares about the dress?" Emma snaps.

He only chuckles, a low and gravelly sound, rich like good coffee. "Don't be impatient, honey."

He reserves their positions so Harrison can press her against the locker. His rough palm slowly slides up her leg, lingering on her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp, until Harrison is cupping her through the spandex shorts. Her head drops back against the metal with a dull clang.

"Ow," Emma breathes, more surprised than in pain.

He pauses immediately and asks, "You okay?"

"Mhm," she hums, not trusting herself to form real words right now, and he presses a tender kiss against her temple and works his way over to her ear.

“You’re soaked, honey. I can feel it through the shorts,” Harrison murmurs, hot against her ear. A purposeful flex of his fingers makes her whimper, pressing in the exact right spots through the layers of fabric, and Emma rocks into his hand. "Oh, baby..." He sighs into her hair, stirring the curls. "You need it so bad, don't you?"

She nods, biting her lip so hard it almost hurts to hold back a loud moan.

Finally, Harrison slips his hand down the front of her shorts.

She holds onto his arm, sunflower yellow nails digging in, leaving half-moon circles in his skin, but Harrison doesn't seem to mind. He works his way underneath the scrap of lace, the only thing left between him and her dripping core.

One finger slips inside of her easily, and Emma can actually hear how wet she is. She grows warm, and Harrison swears again. "How's that, honey? That enough for you?"

Of course not, she wants to scream.

He knows the answer, but of course, Harrison wants to hear her say it out loud.

She grips his nape with one hand, running her fingers through his hair, mouth gaping open. "Another, please, Harrison, please."

He always likes that word, please.

Harrison adds another. And another.

He curls his fingers into her, swearing under his breath, murmuring sweet and filthy nothings about god, you're so wet for me, so responsive, baby, fucking perfect and all for me, my sweet and perfect girl.

He knocks her legs wider, pushing his strong thigh between hers again, knocking her off balance, and it's enough that Emma needs to lean into him even more. He's practically holding her up now, practically pinning her up against the locker, shielding her completely, just in case.

"God, I must be the luckiest man alive. You're so sweet, so wet for me, soaking my hand, honey," Harrison praises.

His wide palm grinds against her clit, sending a whole firework show's worth of sparks across her skin. A familiar feeling starts to wash over her, a kind of weightlessness, like Emma's floating on her back in the ocean.

"Such a needy little thing. You couldn't even wait for us to be alone, be home? Y'needed my fingers filling this needy pussy as soon as possible, didn't you?"

He doesn't need an answer, but still, Emma nods mindlessly, makes a kind of half-audible ye–holy shit–ah noise. She needs him to keep going, needs it like air.

His chest rumbles with a satisfied sound. "Don't worry, honey, I'll make it all better."

Moisture gathers in her eyes and streams from the corners, smearing her mascara, and Emma buries her face in his solid shoulder, looking for something to ground her. She inhales deep lungfuls of his familiar scent, citrus and sea salt and musk, breathing in the smell of the ocean that somehow always seems to cling to his clothes, to his skin.

Her mouth falls open in a muffled moan, which is mercifully drown out by the upbeat pop music her coworker Adrienne put on for the afternoon crowd.

Emma's never been more grateful for the downfall of One Direction and the subsequent launch of Harry Styles's solo career than in this exact moment. Thank fucking god.

Watching the door carefully, Harrison cradles the back of her head in the crook of his bulging arm, holding her close, and pumps his fingers in and out of her with obscenely wet sounds.

"Look at me," Harrison says. A gentle order.

Head swimming, Emma lifts her chin, eyes glazed over, and Harrison leans down and devours in her mouth in a ferocious and enthusiastic kiss.

His fingers work harder, rubbing her harder and faster, coaxing her over the edge. And when Emma whines against his mouth, so close, Harrison grows rougher in his ministrations, pinching at her clit with two fingers and not letting up as Emma goes off all over his hand, lips sealed against his, crying into his mouth.

He doesn't let up until Emma's sagging in his arms, shaking and over-sensitive.

A rosy pink flush spreads across his collarbone and up his neck as Harrison pulls his fingers out of her with a pornographic squelching sound.

His eyes are bright as Harrison looks down at her, gaze flicking between her glassy eyes and her mouth, kiss swollen. His voice comes out a little gravelly, a little hoarse, a little strained. "Was that good?"

A blissful nod, and Harrison's lips curve into a smirk.

"Good because I'm not done with you quite yet. Turn around."

Emma blinks at him, still dazed, and asks dumbly. "What?"

"Turn around," Harrison repeats, regarding her with half-lidded eyes, "so I can get on my knees and clean up the mess you've made of those pretty little panties with my tongue."

A shiver runs down her spine as Emma's brain catches up with his words. She faces the locker and rests her forehead on the cool metal and breathes.

"Stay real quiet for me, honey," is all he says before he drops to his knees and lifts her dress. "Can you hold this up for me?" She white-knuckles the fabric. "Good girl."

He peels off her shorts, then her soaked panties, slipping them into his pocket.

And hell, Emma really does want to stay quiet for him, but Harrison bends her forward ever-so-slightly and audibly groans at the sight of her. He parts her cunt with his fingers and leans in, licking into her with enthusiastic and searching strokes of his eager tongue, living up to his promise of licking her clean.

He grips her ass with both hands and spreads her even wider and when Harrison presses into her to circle her clit with his tongue, Emma's done for.

She slaps a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound of his name, shaking against his face and sagging forward, practically boneless.

He slowly stands and wipes his hand over his dripping chin and sucks his shining fingers – sticky like honey – into his mouth with a satisfied hum, deep in his chest, and hooks his hand around her jaw to pull her into a kiss.

She licks into his mouth. Licks her taste from his lips, relishing in his deep groan, seeing stars.

Half-slurred, Emma asks, "D'you want to go home now?"

She could use a nap – or four.

Harrison drops a wet, grinning kiss on her cheek and pulls her into his side, his arm over her shoulders.

"Yeah, honey. Let's go home."

note: you know what else is harrison coded? eating it from the back. okay bye!

tagging a few mutuals and people who interacted with my posts about the fic and also harrison lovers (my boyfriend, real): @sometimesanalice @theharddeck @callsignspark @bradshawsbaby @withahappyrefrain @ryebecca @lewmagoo @hangmanapologist @attapullman @sebsxphia

#harrison knott fic #harrison knott x oc #harrison knott x emma coves #harrison knott smut #laracrofted writes #fic: harrison knott #harrison knott #(do harrison tags even exist lol) #fic: sunshine baby

[austarus]

Harry Wells x Reader Crisis of Infinite Wells (Part 1 of 5)

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to @moonymartell​.

Word Count: 2177   

 Part 2    Part 3    Part 4    Part 5

***After finally getting caught up this week, I just have to say it’s been a roller-coaster of feels that I’ve been riding from the beginning all the way to episode 15. I refuse to believe we can’t get Harry back! Or that the multiverse is gone! And… I’ll just let my fic speak for what’s been on my mind for the past couple days. Hopefully, the writers are going to treat Harrison Wells kindly and stop breaking our hearts every so often. Tired of it and how they write off certain things with no legit explanation or just being plain forgetful. Sorry about the little rant, but this needed to be down. Comment down below if ya’ll think the content makes sense and if I should be a CW writer lol! Also please remember to reblog fics, that way more people able to see them and it gives us support too!! We are also content creators!

You fidgeted with your hands, playing with the ring on your finger. You were leaning back against the monitor close to the center of the cortex that had faced the main monitors. You nibbled on your bottom lip every so often as you waited for everyone to show up. Your brain mulled through what’s logically left, the crazy theory you had come up with in the middle of the night as your mind oddly recounted moments with team flash through the years. I really hope they don’t think I’m insane for this. You attempted to calm your nerves, and it worked for a few moments, but it only spiked when several sounds of footsteps made their way to your ears. Looking up, you gave everyone a smile as they shuffled into the Cortex.

“Hey,” you made a little wave gesture to everyone. You took in a little breath.

“Hey, we got your call. Did something happen?” Barry furrowed his eyebrows in question as he walked in. Standing with his hands in his pockets, the Scarlet Speedster stood beside Iris, who automatically took her place at the main monitor.

“Is it about Eva?” Iris asked right after Barry, running her hands on the desk. Cisco took the spot beside Iris, chewing on a Twizzler with a bag in hand, Kamila stole one from him when he wasn’t looking.  Ralph strolled in with Frost, he probably was giving her another life guidance lesson earlier, who only raised his eyebrows when Nash strode in after everyone.

You opened your mouth to answer, but got cut off by Ralph, “You invited Indiana too?”

“I’m as clueless as you are, for once, stretchy,” Nash piqued up, rolls his eyes at the Elongated Man. All eyes were back on you.

“I’m calling a Flash meeting and no, nothing happened. Nothing about Eva either. But…” You licked your lips and pocketed your hands into your jeans. “I, for some reason, came up with this crazy idea and I don’t know if it’s going to work.” You pushed off the monitor and walked around to stand behind it, as if hoping it can be a little barrier. “But maybe if I run it through you guys it’ll make some sense because something’s not right.”

“No kidding,” Cisco inserted with a little scoff, but you knew he didn’t mean to be rude, “ever since post-Crisis, nothing’s been right.” He made eye contact with Nash, who only gave him a look and crossed his arms. “No offence, Indy.”

“Stop calling me that!” Nash protested.

“Guys,” Barry caught Cisco and Nash’s attention, shaking his head at them. “Let her finish.” The speedster turned back to you, “Please.”

Taking in another breath, you crossed your arms and glanced down, collecting your thoughts before looking back up at them. Each and every one of them. They can tell you’re nervous and honestly, yes, the silence is killing you momentarily. But it’s now or never.

“I think,” you started, “I know how to bring the boys back.”

“The… boys?” Cisco asked. Barry tilted his head while Iris looked interested yet confused.

“Very specific,” Frost did not look amused. Ralph did that little confused nose crinkle. “Not gonna lie, but all the boys are here. In this room. Unless you’re talking about the Backstreet Boys, in which case I would understand.”Everyone looked back at Frost, “What? Their songs are good.”

“I’m talking about Harry.” The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted, all attention back to you. Your eyes weaved from each of them, gauging their reactions, especially Nash’s. “Sherloque. All the other Wells. Don’t you- Don’t you guys feel that something’s off?”

“(Y/N), listen-”

“No, Barry, please let me finish. Let me explain.” You licked your lips. “Don’t you guys find it weird that Nash is the only one with all his doppelganger’s psyches in his mind? We have doppelgangers too. Why isn’t Echo in Cisco’s head? Earth 2 Barry and Iris in our Barry and Iris’ heads? How come it’s just Nash?”

None of them could answer you. Nash, himself looked lost, but had glanced off to the side.

“Even Eobard was in his head and he wasn’t a Wells, just in a Wells’ body- Besides the point- No, I think this is a clue,” You continued with determination laced onto your features, standing up straight and exuding confidence. “A clue that The Monitor left behind. For us. A clue that can help us find all the earths, all our friends. And this is where my theoretical, but probably not, theory comes in. Iris, you’ve seen Eva control the Mirror Dimension, her “Mirror World” as we call it. Kamila experienced it firsthand.” Both ladies nodded in agreement. “What if all the other earths are hidden in dimensions like the Mirror Dimension? Scattered in different parts of the city, maybe even throughout all of earth. What if Jesse and Harry and Jay are just hidden in a pocket dimension? Yes, post-Crisis erased the possibility of the multi-verse existing, but that doesn’t include multi-dimensions.”

Cisco’s eyes lit up, walking around the main computer monitor and a bit closer to the center of the Cortex. “You’re talking about-”

“Dimensional Manipulation,” You and Cisco said simultaneously. A smile crossed your lips as you saw the gears in his head turning. Barry’s eyes also light up, his speedster brain in overdrive. Everyone else snuck peeks at each other, except Nash, who’s eyes only narrowed slightly.

“Like Edwin Gauss, Folded Man, the bus meta that DeVoe was after that could-”

“Open up dimensions and close them.” You finished with Barry. You let out a shaky breath, seeing realization dawn on all of them. You were beginning to feel giddy, things were making sense.

“Oh my god,” Iris whispered, running hand through her hair before resting it on her right arm. “But this is all theoretical, right?” She looked to Barry and Cisco before locking her gaze back onto you. “I mean we- we haven’t done anything involving dimensions?”

You shrugged your shoulders and walked a few steps towards the group, “We’ve done the impossible. Proven the theoretical, multiple times. Barry, you allowed your cells to quickly regenerate Ralph’s when you did a blood transfusion after Ramsey had attacked him. We have metas running around the city with theoretical powers, with our dashing hero in his red onesie-”

“-Hey, it’s not a onesie!-”

“-With superspeed. How many times are we going to let the word “theoretical” discourage us?” You pursed your lips. Barry nodded as you had spoken, everything making sense. Something is off. Frost and Cisco glanced at one another, agreeing that they’ve crossed the line of what’s possible and impossible before. “What’s once more Team Flash?” A smile played on your lips as you dared to say that.

Nash cleared his throat, your eyes locked onto his and you noticed a little glint within his blue irises. “So, you mean to tell me- tell us, that I can have my mind to myself again? The guys- I won’t have to see them or hear them?”

“I think so,” you folded your arms, “I know I’m just the team medic, but I really think I have a good idea on how to go about this. And what things to use- I just… I just wanted to run my theory by you guys. Especially Barry and Cisco, maybe we can tag Chester along to help. You three are the main tech guys here so…”

“What about me?” Nash raised an eyebrow at you along with a hand, to which he pointed to himself, and you inwardly cursed knowing that stubborn Wells trait was gonna show up anytime soon. “I can-”

“Are you requiring a bargain out of this too?” You smirked at him, jokingly. That shut the multiversal explorer up. You just looked at him as he let out a few words in a stutter. “You can help. One because if I told you not to, you were going to do it anyway.” Nash just sheepishly smiled and nodded to himself, because he knew he was anyway. “Two, you’re just as stubborn as all the other Wells men I’ve met. I just want you to not physically or mentally strain and/or harm yourself, doctor’s order.” Nash made a face knowing that statement followed with a “because”. “I’m not going to lie to you, I don’t if what we end up doing physically or mentally taxes your body, but I do have a backup plan since this is my area of general expertise.”

Nash seemed satisfied by your answer and smirked to himself, eyes looking off to the side before focusing back to you and the group. I wonder if Harry can hear me. Harry, I’m coming for you.

“Okay so,” Cisco started up, finishing a twizzler and walking over to stand beside you, “we’re going to find all these earths which could or could not be hidden in said pocket dimensions, yank out each Wells from Dusty’s head over here, meanwhile being able to catalog everything and being on the lookout for Eva and her two-face mirror clones. Do you have any idea how many earths there were? How many Wells there are in Nash’s head? Hell, how are we even going to manipulate dimensions-multiple dimensions-if we don’t have any leads?”

You snapped your fingers at him, “Well, here’s where the fun starts for our resident genius mechanical engineer.” Cisco smiled at your words. You walked around the main Cortex monitors, pulling up data and schematics, everyone crowds around you. “I’m thinking that there has to be some sort of fluctuation in this new world, whether it’s on the level of varying frequencies or on a subatomic-molecular level that’s distinct, but not too expansive that a person from Earth Prime can just find themselves in an alternate dimension.”

You took a drink of your water bottle as Cisco looked at the satellite schematics, nodding his head, “It’s possible, I may have to go over some algorithms and adjust them according to what we find. But nothing’s set in stone just yet until a trial is done.”

“What about hijacking Nash’s head?” Frost speaks up, pointing a thumb back to the geological myth-buster. “How are we going to do that?”

“Wait, back up. Does this mean that you guys are all on board with this?” You asked, taking a step back and looking at them all. You thought you’d have to do more to persuade them with everything going on.

“Well, yeah.” Barry shrugs, “It’s worth a shot and until we can find a legitimate reason not to, we can always try. Plus, no matter what happens, Harrison Wells is an essential part of the team. Especially Harry and Sherloque. So, what you got for us?”

You smiled widely to yourself, hope swelling inside your heart. “We’re going to need a couple of things that we’ve used the past couple of years. First, the MAD 2.0. I’m going to use that to enter Nash’s mind to find Harry and Sherloque, hopefully run this entire shebang all by them. A fresh set of eyes to see if there’s any holes we could fill.” Running a hand through you hair, you continued, “We’ve literally got a wells of information in Nash’s head, we could also use that to pinpoint how to get back at Eva.” Everyone, especially Iris and Kamila were more than satisfied by that idea. Eva’s Mirrorverse and Joseph’s Blackhole organization have been wreaking havoc since the post-Crisis events, harming more people than any other regular meta. “Second, we’re going to have to bring out the Mindscape device and Harry’s Cerebral Inhibitor. I think if we hook them up together, we’d be able to create a bridge from Nash’s mindscape to another Wells’.”

“But how are we going to separate them from my neural wavelengths?” Nash asked the million-dollar question.

“That’s where your Neural Splicer comes in! We connect that up to the Cerebral Inhibitor, which could allow us to simultaneously return each Wells to their respective bodies without going back and forth for every individual mindscape. Effectively separate their psyches from Nash without harming him. We’d just need to make sure everything is calibrated correctly.”

“And then I can have my mind to myself, finish going on my adventures.”

“No more voices, no more hallucinations.” You put your hands together. “The last thing we’d need is a dimensional extrapolator-”

“-Which won’t be possible unless we find a dimension and analyze its coordinates to create safe passage between our friends and our earth dimension.” Cisco adds glancing to Barry, who only rubbed the side of his face. It was a lot to take in, it took a while for your mind to wrap around every detail, every idea in order to fully make sure you knew what you were proposing.”

“So, what do we think?” Your eyes darted to each and every one of them. They looked to each other then to Nash, back to each other.

“When do we start?” Barry grins at you who’s currently leaning against the railing, seemingly speaking on behalf of the team as they nod at each other with confidence and determination.

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[pankows-girl]

Can I Be Him? - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader, Harrison Osterfield x reader

Summary: Based on “Can I Be Him” by James Arthur

Word Count: 1,266

Warning: Cheating, Cussing

A/N: This has been a wip for literal years but I finally got motivation to finish it at 3 am. It’s probably terrible but oh well lol. Enjoy

For as long as Tom can remember, him and Harrison had been best friends. Nothing could break the strong bond that they had made over the years, or at least before you came into the picture and changed everything. The three of you had met at a bar, you were performing as a solo artist and the boys caught your eye. After your set they came up to you and offered to buy you a drink and you accepted. A new friendship quickly formed between the three of you and soon enough you all started to hang out together. Tom and Harrison both fell in love with you but in the end only one of them got the girl.

Tom was beyond devastated when you and Harrison had started dating. Each time he was left to be the third wheel and it hurt him to see you happy with someone that wasn’t him. However, that someone was his best friend and he was happier than Tom had ever seen him before. The way you two went together so perfectly made Tom jealous. That should be him that gets to hold you and kiss you. There were a few times that he thought about admitting his feelings to both you and Harrison but he chose to bite his tongue and stay quiet. Who was he to ruin your happiness?

It wasn’t long before your singing career took off and you were performing all over the place. You were amazing, writing your own music, following your dreams. Harrison could not have been more proud of his girl or at least that’s what Tom thought. Tonight Haz and Tom went to every one of your shows, supporting you and your love of music.

Tonight you were singing a new song, one that neither Tom nor Haz had heard. As you walked onto the stage, Tom was blown away. You looked so gorgeous. It was like a punch to the gut as Tom remembered that you weren’t his, even if he wanted you to be. Oh, how he wished he never fell for you, then he would never have to feel this way, feel this longing that he always felt when you were around. He knew even if he had the chance to turn back time, he would fall for you again and again.

You walked into the room and now my heart has been stolen

You took me back in time to when I was unbroken

Now you're all I want

And I knew it from the very first moment

'Cause a light came on when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again

As you started to sing Tom felt his heart skip a beat. It felt like you were looking right at him, like he was the one that existed besides you. But, he knew it must have been Harrison you were staring at, who was standing right next to Tom. Though you were dating his best friend, his heart ached for you, hoping against all odds that the words you sang had even the tiniest semblance to him.

I swear that every word you sing, you wrote them for me

Like it was a private show, I know you never saw me

When the lights come on and I'm on my own

Will you be there to sing it again?

Tom knew that to you he was just another face in the crowd, only a friend, but it didn’t hurt any less. As selfish as it was, he loved you and he needed to tell you. He didn’t know if he could bring himself to do it, to risk ruining his friendship with you and Harrison. He wanted to be with you, be able to love you in the most wonderful way but how could he?

“She’s great isn’t she?” Harrison spoke to Tom, snapping him out of his thoughts of what life would be like if you were his.

“Oh yeah, mate. Y/n’s killing it up there.”

Harrison clapped Tom on the back, his eyes drifting over his shoulder to check out some girl that wasn’t you. The brunett gave him a once over and nodded her head at him

Tom clenched his jaw, unable to believe what’s about to happen. As much as he loved his best friend, he also envied him and his relationship with you. Not only that but he felt guilty for wanting his best friend's girl. But all that guilt flew out the window as soon as Harrison’s eyes wandered and he took a step towards the girl.

Tom looked at you for a moment. You were in your old world, oblivious to him calling after Harrison as he followed the brunette throughout the club after, eyes begging Tom to keep this quiet. Tom was dumbfounded as he realized the person he considered a brother was really a cheating asshole.

He felt sick to his stomach. You deserved so much better than Harrison. Tom knew he had to tell you about this but he didn’t know how. Little did he know that you already knew. You saw Harrison walk off with that girl and you did nothing. You continued to sing even though your chest hurt and tears threatened to escape your eyes.

After the show was over, Tom made his way backstage. He cleared his throat upon entrance, alerting you of his presence. You jumped, turning to look at him and noticing that Harrison was nowhere to be seen. Your eyes watered with more unshed tears and they didn’t go unnoticed by Tom.

“Where’s Haz?” your lip quivered as you spoke, already knowing the answer.

“Fuck him, seriously,” Tom scoffed angrily. He stepped forward, burying his face in your hair as he wrapped you in a hug. “He’s a twat.”

“I could treat you so much better than him,” Tom whispered into your ear, tensing as he awaited your reaction. “Just give me a chance please, darling.”

I heard there was someone but I know he don't deserve you

If you were mine I'd never let anyone hurt you, no, no

I wanna dry those tears, kiss those lips

It's all that I've been thinking about

'Cause a light came on when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again

If you were being completely honest with yourself, you hadn’t been happy with Harrison for a while. You and Haz both knew it but never brought it up with another and sure him cheating really hurt but you also couldn’t lie and say that you weren’t relieved.

This was your shot at happiness with Tom. His words ignited a spark in you. One that caused all the hair on your arm to stand up and a smile to stretch across your lips.

“Ok, Tommy,” you mused. “Here’s your chance, don’t miss it.”

A smile lit up his face, Tom unable to believe that what he’s wanted for so long was actually happening to him. His eyes wandered down to your lips and you nodded, giving him permission to kiss you. Almost immediately his mouth connected to yours, nose rubbing against your cheek. You both pulled away for air.

“I have something to tell you, Tom,” you started nervously. Tom’s eyes shined as he looked down at you with curiosity. “That song I sang earlier was about you.”

He blushed at your confession. Heart nearly leaping out of his chest at his dream come true.

Tom pecked you in the lips. “I want you to sing it again. For me, please?”

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[threadsketchier]

When I was younger actors didn't mean much to me, when I watched a movie I saw characters not actors so I always loved Luke's character development and it felt natural but now that I'm grown up, I am surprised by how natural that character development worked. Mark genuinely feels like he went through some heavy shit and changed. Like he's almost a different person. With him it feels so natural? I can't put my finger on it and his acting convinces me. Do you feel that way too?

In a way, I think that’s exactly what most actors strive to do - to make people see the character and not them.  That’s the art!  And I fell in love with Luke when I was 12 because of how nice he was.  He’s technically the most relatable character to the audience in the OT, but it was his kindness that made me latch on, because I had a serious lack of it outside my family back then.

Yes, he was also pretty and that was my first and only hard crush lol but that was icing on the cake

There’s a reason the tag #congratulations on your fabulous character development exists - Luke’s arc was beautifully written, with realistic flaws and obstacles he had to overcome in order to earn his achievement as a hero, and the casting was spot-on.  Mark was totally bewildered during the casting process due to Lucas’ infamous lack of providing much context or direction XD, but he had excellent chemistry with Harrison and Carrie, which is what resulted in their trio being chosen, and because in his confusion he went with earnest sincerity, which is what Lucas was looking for.  On reflection, Mark himself has been recorded as stating that there is a lot of himself - and sometimes Lucas’ own personality, when he directed Mark to be lowkey instead of more overtly reactive - in this character.

In real life, Mark did actually go through some legit Heavy Shit between the first and second films - the car accident that’s been sometimes downplayed, sometimes blown out of proportion, over the decades.  This is why I’m very happy and grateful to have been gifted the J. W. Rinzler Making Of SW books, because it’s a highly detailed and pretty unbiased account of everything that went into producing the OT, and what I read about the accident there sprang to mind when I saw this ask.  It’s ironic that it was a drive out to do pickup shots for the first SW when it happened.  It was serious enough to leave him despondent about his career until he received a hard talking to by a fellow actress who went on to pass away only days later; the jarring discrepancy in their circumstances shook him out of his funk and encouraged him to count his blessings and move on.  But one has to consider how this event literally required Lucas to craft an excuse in the ESB script to explain how Luke’s appearance had changed slightly and prompted a morbid dinner discussion over what would have been done with the character of Luke Skywalker if Mark had been killed instead.  Like, that’s gotta mess with your head at least somewhat.  Not to mention that he got married around the time of ESB, IIRC, and became a father mid-shooting too.  Those are all milestones that add gravity to a person’s life (and it’s rather surreal to think of how deeply personal events like that have to be squeezed around filming a movie - the OT crew became a sort of weird family unto themselves, and then by ROTJ Mark had his own kid running around the set).

And even just the experience of shooting the films themselves was...An Experience™.  More time also elapsed between each production, so we were truly seeing the characters age before our eyes.

I think it’s a perfect marriage of superb casting, the relatable universality of Luke’s arc, and that sincerity in performance that gives us that sense of the lines between actor and character blurring and the whole thing being conveyed to us in such convincing fashion.  The OT was lightning in a bottle - it was pretty damn special.

#my meta #star wars #behind the scenes #luke skywalker #mark hamill

[ageless-aislynn]

5 Fav Male Characters

Tagged by the awesomesauce @nalufever​ Thanks so much! :D

1. Harrison Wells/Eobard Thawne, The Flash

Technically Eobard-as-Harrison isn’t the same as all of the versions of Harrison Wells we’ve seen, I know, but HE HAS HIS FACE SO I’MMA COUNTING HIM AS A (DIS)HONORARY WELLS. :P ;)

Anyway, I do love all variations of Harrison Wells but a special shout-out to Harry, just ‘cause. And darn it, Eobard, you know I love you despite your evil ways. ;)

2. Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Star Wars: The Force Awakens/The Last Jedi/The Rise of Skywalker

I just pretend the last, like, 10 seconds or so of his screen time in TRoS just DOESN’T EXIST and it makes me a happier person. We did get a redeemed Ben Solo and a beautiful Reylo kiss, so I take what comfort I can from that. Still, he deserved better but... ah well. I love him and I always will. Don’t worry, boo, fics and vids will make it all better. ;) ♥

3. Captain Christopher Pike, Star Trek: Discovery

Yeah, so I just flat-out, 1001% LOVE MY GORGEOUS CAPTAIN. And it’s not just because he’s beautiful eye-candy (though he is ;) ) but I love his kindness. He has a strength that isn’t about ego and toxic masculinity, he’s willing to listen to other points of view and, if he realizes he was wrong, he acts accordingly. I just.. I need a real life Christopher Pike, okay? I just do. ;)

4. Nyx Ulric, Kingsglaive

Yep, he’s hot. *ba-dum-tsss* ;) But beyond that, my boy is covering his broken heart with about 30 layers of snark that Luna cuts through like they’re not even there. I love him so much. *draws flaming hearts all around him* ;)

5. Garcia Flynn, Timeless

Much like the last few minutes of TRoS, we DO NOT SPEAK OF THE TIMELESS CHRISTMAS MOVIE IN THIS HOUSE. NO. The last we saw of Flynn, he was about to give Lucy True Love’s Kiss and that was going to heal all of their wounds, both physical and emotional and THEY WERE GOING TO GET THEIR FAMILIES BACK AND THEN HAVE A WONDERFUL REST OF THEIR LIVES TOGETHER.

Seriously, though, Flynn is such a complex character. When you meet him in s1, he just seems like a boo-hiss villain but then you keep getting these glimmers that there’s more to him. I began to really get intrigued by his relationship with Lucy. By the time s2 rolled around, though, I was a full-on Garcy convert. He took this awesome character journey of being willing to do anything to achieve his goals to beginning to care about other people. The main thing I loved in s2, besides all of the Garcy, of course, was how he began working with the other members of the team as well.

I have to include this scene! It makes me laugh every time, lol! FLYNN IT UP, FLYNN! (Warning for blood and up-close gun violence at 1:07. The only part of it I wish had been toned down. ;) )

5b. Din Djarin, The Mandalorian

Look, he’s just a Single Space Dad Doing The Best He Can, okay??? ;) He’s both a badass and a bit of a dork and I love him so much for that, I can’t even tell you! I had to squish him in here because you can’t leave out the Mando!dad, it just isn’t done! ;) ♥♥♥

#harrison wells #kylo ren #captain christopher pike #garcia flynn #din djarin #nyx ulric #5 favorite male characters meme

[mcwriting]

starstruck (1)

Before anyone says ANYTHING, this is absolutely 100% no doubt about it inspired by @insane-less “Not a fan” because I absolutely loved the chapters that were written and Starstruck is one my favorite standalone DCOMs. Standalone, of course, meaning a film with no sequels and not based off a TV show.

There will obviously be some similarities to not a fan just because they’re based off of the same film, but I’m trying to keep it pretty original. I haven’t read not a fan in a while and did not while I was writing this to keep it authentic, though I did read over the starstruck plot a little bit.

Going to be multi part. I realized about halfway through writing that it was almost 4k words and I hate reading things that long in one sitting, plus I still have to finish it lol. As of now, it is half-written so this should be a quick release story. AND I’ll actually try to finish it (unlike a flight to remember rip)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

                                               Important info:

Fandom: Tommo Holland 

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Setting: LA in general

Word Count: 2185 (oof)

Warnings: some “bad” words. Very mild. Mention of an injury.

Rating: K+ now, maybe T later. Haven’t decided.

Background: um well it’s based on Starstruck (2010) and it's a Tom holland fic so yeah. 

B/f/n: your best friend’s name 

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“I’m not going with you to see Tom Holland, and that’s final!” You exclaim to your annoyingly persistent best friend.

“Come on, y/n! I mean, what can you even have against him?” She pleads.

“Well for starters he looks like he’s 12, he’s not that good at acting, and he just rubs me the wrong way. I don’t know how to explain it,” you state.

“Uh first, he’s 22 and absolutely gorgeous, second, when have you even seen one of his movies, and third, he’s a great guy! Not to mention he’s a trained dancer like you!”

“Just because he happens to dance doesn’t mean I’m gonna suddenly fall in love with him. Plus, how do you know I’m not going out tomorrow?”

“Y/n, there’s literally no way you’re going out because I’m the only person you go to parties with,” b/f/n said.

“Okay fine, but give me one good, solid reason I should even consider going to this Spider-Man premiere,” you say, arms folded.

“Well it’s not like Tom’s the only star that’ll be there,” she explained, “Zendaya will be walking, too.”

You perked up a little bit and b/f/n waggled her eyebrows at you.

“Fine, I’ll go. But only for Zendaya.”

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“B/f/n it’s like a million degrees out here!” you complained. Even though you wore the shortest shorts you owned and pulled back your hair, the LA heat on top of the millions of teenage girls squished up around you was making you uncomfortable.

The two of you had been able to get there early enough to be right in the front at the barriers, giving you a clear view of the action.

ugh.

While your friend rambled on about Tom and the movie and her excitement, you pulled out your phone and mumbled, “Tell me when Zendaya comes out here.”

You had tons of DM’s on instagram, solely from the fact that b/f/n had posted a video on her story (where you tastefully lowered your sunglasses at the camera before flipping it off) and people couldn’t help but comment how “lucky” you were and how you should be “excited.”

Finally, the time came where the cast and crew began walking, and you stood apathetically, only cheering and taking pictures when Zendaya came out. You even put your sunglasses on top of your head to see her in the plain light.

After her colleagues came to the theatre, a gorgeous Audi E-tron concept convertible came down the road slowly, cheers picking up as you realized that Tom Holland was riding in the back with a blonde guy you indicated to be named Harrison from b/f/n’s screaming. 

Seeing his features in person, you were still… underwhelmed. Sure you could see why people thought he was attractive, but he was just another guy. You didn’t cheer as he came up, waving to the crowd.

He turned to your side to wave when his eyes met yours. Undoubtedly, his smile faltered for a second before picking back up again, brighter than before. You leaned into your best friend and asked,

“Did you see that?” in an almost offended tone. Who was he to look at you like that? The only reply you received was more screaming and “HE LOOKED OVER HERE CAN YOU BELIEVE!!?!” to which you rolled your eyes.

He eyes met yours again and you looked away, annoyed that he seemed to be singling you out of all the people there.

After exiting the car, he ran down the line shaking hands and taking a few pictures. Next thing you knew, he was taking b/f/n’s phone to have a selfie. She threw an arm around your shoulder and exclaimed,

“Get in, y/n!”

You subconsciously smiled and with that he headed towards his cast, saying,

“Make sure to tag me in that!” as he left.

“I swear if you even think about posting that…” you threatened, earning a smug smile from the friend you were now prepared to disown.

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Your instagram was blowing up as you headed to the dance studio. Unfortunately for you, the person you still chose to call best friend had posted the photo after all, tagging you and Tom in the selfie. It had been seen and reposted by fan accounts, and many of those fans were following and commenting and messaging you about it.

In your opinion, the picture sucked. Not because it was a bad picture or that you looked terrible.

The problem was that you looked great. 

It was somehow one of the most flattering pictures anyone had ever taken of you and it angered you to think it gave an impression that you even cared in the slightest about Tom Holland.

As you stared at it longer, you wished you had either covered your face or gone without smiling. SOMETHING to show how little you cared.

You finally arrived and went to a private studio, deciding to let dance drown out the thoughts and help you channel your frustration.

You warmed up and then decided to practice an emotional piece you previously choreographed for an upcoming show. As you danced, stress flowed out in the form of tears as raw emotion emitted from your movements. 

You finished the dance exhausted yet glad that you had been able to channel everything into it, until you heard a male voice quietly say,

“Wow.”

Your head whipped around and a flash of anger hit when your eyes once again met those of Tom Holland’s as he stood in the doorway. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked coldly, mad that the seeming bane of your existence had just watched you pour out your heart on the dance floor, crying and sweaty and vulnerable.

“I, uh, well… I was invited to tour the studio and happened to see you in here, and you were incredible, breathtaking, really. You’re the girl from the premiere, y/n?”

“Thanks but this was private. And why do you care who I am? I was only at the premiere because my friend forced me to go.”

He stepped forward.

“I’m sorry if I’ve caused you any problems. I figured you were a fan but I guess I misjudged…”

“Look man,” you began walking backwards towards your bag, “I was there for Zendaya and my friend. Nothing against you, but I'm just not one of your little teenage girl obsessors. Now if you’ll excuse m-”

And that's when you slipped and hit the floor. The wind was knocked out of you and your head had banged onto the ground, pain pulsing around the area.

“Woah, darling, are you alright?” Tom asked, rushing to kneel by your side.

“Don’t call me darling, and help me get to a doctors office.”

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“Well, Ms. y/l/n, looks like you don’t have a concussion, but make sure to rest up for a couple days and take some painkillers and you’ll be in ship-shape,” the ER doctor informed you. 

You went to the check-out desk and walked around to waiting area, where a few people were pointing and whispering at Tom, who was nervously bouncing his knee. He stood up when he saw you.

“Y/n! What did they sa-”

“Just come with me spider boy. I’ll tell you while you drive me home,” you said, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him out the door.

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“Shit,” Tom exclaimed under his breath after a few moments of awkward silence. 

“Get down, now,” he commanded.

“Excuse me?”

“Get. Down. We’re being followed”

You ducked down before whisper-yelling a “what are you talking about? Are you insane?”

He asked what to do since it was obvious that whoever was behind you wasn’t planning on going away any time soon. An idea popped into your head.

“Do you trust me?” You pleaded, almost kind and soft for the first time to him, “I might have an idea.”

“Anything to get us out of this.”

You and Tom threw some sunglasses on and you made a makeshift headscarf with a ballet skirt for yourself. You had him drive near your neighborhood in circles for a bit when the car finally passed you, trying to get pictures to sell.

You ducked and Tom sped off onto a side street towards your house. Thankfully, your parents had recently installed garage doors that connected to your phone, and your car was in the shop, so Tom was able to pull into your spot and you shut the door behind him.

“That was close,” he breathed, putting a hand on his heart, and you too felt your pulse racing.

“Now, we wait,” you said. 

“Alright, do you want to go in so you can rest? You look exhausted.”

“NO. I mean, uh, we can’t. My best friend is supposed to be coming over today and she’s the one who’s like, obsessed with you.”

“Can’t you cancel? You almost got a concussion after all.” 

“I guess, but my parents might not be happy knowing a random guy is in their house. How about I check the security cameras and see if the coast is clear?”

It wasn’t. Sitting across the street was the same car from earlier, one that definitely did not belong to your street, either. 

After sitting uncomfortably in the car for a half hour, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Let’s just go inside, but don’t make a big deal out of it.”

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You yelled to your parents that a friend was staying the night as you snuck Tom up the stairs to your room.

“Staying the night?” he asked in his stupidly attractive accent as soon as you shut the door.

“Look, I hate this as much as you, but that pap or whoever he is probably won’t be leaving any time today. Since I’m being nice, I figured you could sleep on the floor or something. Don’t worry, I’ll find you blankets later.”

You sat on the foot of your bed and texted b/f/n, explaining that something had come up with dance and there was no way you could hang out. After a few minutes, you noticed that Tom hadn’t moved from standing by your door, and was quietly scanning the room.

“Are you gonna, like, sit down? You’re kinda making me nervous,” you stated awkwardly, glancing to the side.

“Oh, well, I didn’t want to be in the way and I know you don’t really want me here so I thought I’d stay over here. I’m fine, really.”

You rolled your eyes and patted the mattress next to you.

“Take a seat, bro. It’s gonna be a long night.”

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You carefully carried some cokes and two plates of pizza into the room, where Tom was now seated comfortably on your bed. You had had the time to shower and change into clean clothes in the hour between coming home and dinner. He pocketed his phone and smiled upon seeing you.

“Here, let me help,” he offered, grabbing a plate and helping you set down the drinks.

“My parents were asking who was up here with me. I just told them you were a friend from dance and very shy.”

He chuckled and took a bite.

“Can I ask something?” You nodded. “Why exactly were you at the premiere the other day?”

You sighed and set down your pizza, explaining how b/f/n had coaxed you into coming.

“In all honesty, I probably would have said yes no matter what, I mean she’s my best friend after all, but I may have reconsidered if I knew this would be the outcome,” you laughed.

“Oh come on, you know you love me,” he joked back, prompting a look of slight disgust, another of many eye rolls, and a slight shove on the arm.

You continued talking well into the night, him explaining his story and you telling of your own life and aspirations. At some point you both lied back on the bed to continue talking and finally succumbed to exhaustion well into the early morning.

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Sunlight streamed into your open curtains, blinding you as you awoke. You were confused as to why you weren’t underneath the covers and rolled over to find a famous person asleep on your bed. 

Your eyes widened and you moved to scoot out of the bed when he rolled over and inadvertently threw an arm over your side. Stuck under his muscular limb, you stayed still and closed your eyes, hoping he would eventually let go or wake up.

The faint remains of his cologne wafted to your nose and you couldn’t help but breathe it in. You relaxed further into his grip and stayed comfortable until you heard a buzz on the table next to you.

You decided to ignore it until it happened two more times. Finally, you decided to wiggle out of Tom’s grip and succeeded without waking him. You picked up the cell and noticed it was 10 a.m. and all three texts were from b/f/n.

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Edited A/N: Omg I posted this once before then tried to edit my tags on mobile and it deleted EVERYTHING! Thank the Lord because I have the whole fic saved in my google drive (something I’ve never done until this fic) and I’m so glad it is. 

Anyways, there’s a part 2 linked at the top and part 3 is coming soon. Message me or ask to be in my tag list for this fic

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[petuniatom]

I read one of your tags and YES GIRL RANT TO ME ABOUT TOM THOUGHTS THROUGHTOUT THIS SERIES I LOVE WHEN YOU WRITE FUCKING ESSAYS-

omg i gotchu but buckle up sis bc… i just wrote 1.2K about this and i’m also admittedly a lil bit tipsy so this might not make sense 

Tom is one of my favoritecharacters to explore, mostly because I love trying to poke around of what’s goingon in his head forever. 

I think at the beginningof the fic, Tom is a character who is still trying to get his life together. Hereally didn’t have the best first relationship, and it was with his longtimebest friend. And I think going into it, we have a Tom who doesn’t know how todiscern what real love is. He bases his whole legitimate romantic experiencesbased off of Cara, so I think that tends to slow things down between the two ofyou later when he’s trying to pick a part his own feelings.

I think Tom has justbecome so used to people kind of casting him aside, since Cara did it andHarrison did it for a little bit too. And as much as he likes his cast mateswho have become his friends, like Zendaya or Jacob, he knows in the back of hishead that he’s not really their closest friend by any means. 

I think with you inparticular, Tom knows that he’s closest with you compared to everyone else inthe friend group. I mean, you always invite him out to go do things and youearnestly confide each other. He just really appreciates you and considers yousomeone that he genuinely trusts.

Tom really has thisproblem though in that he thinks he owes so much to other people all the time. Yousee this for starters in that he believes he owes to his family an act to showhe’s getting serious about things, and that in part means pursuing an actual seriousrelationship. So, when his mom asks about whether he’s finding someone, hisinstinct is to say that he’s done it and the first name that pops into his mouthis you, since you’re the one who often spends so much time with him and he’sinherently closest with.

I think too that when yougo along with this whole thing Tom is really touched since he’s well-aware ofwhat situation he put you in, but ultimately, I think he’s just so glad that you’rehelping him out in this way. I think the reader had grounds to be more upsetwith him about this, but she chooses not to. 

As a bit of a sidebar, Ithink Tom throughout this story — even though we never really touch on this— has this question that he consistently to himself where he doesn’treally know if people like the idea of him as much as they enjoy the real him.I think that’s just part of being a celebrity that kind of makes him a littlebit insecure about that, so that plays a role in it too on why he’s so gratefulbecause you actually know him.

And then he’s just happywith you two pulling this off after that first friend dinner, and then laterthe family dinner too. So he wants to be on an equilibrium with you a littlebit more, so he gets you gifts and tries to be as accommodating as possible. Ithink that’s also though because he does care about you a lot at the root ofit. It’s also ironic because one of the things that we talk about with Harrisonat the beginning is how he doesn’t really show outward signs of affectionreally; he tends to communicate them in subtle ways. And Tom is continuallydoing that throughout this story, and he doesn’t even realize it.

So then we get into theactual trip in itself. Tom is just overjoyed because you get along with hisfamily, he really is having fun with you, and he starts to feel like he’sexisting in this tiny bubble with you. Sometimes, he has to remind himself thatyou’re interested in Harrison, and you’ve spent so many months confiding in himabout Harrison. But really you don’t have any fans around you, just his family,and he kind of forgets about halfway through the trip that it “isn’t real” atone point. (The underlying tea is that his feelings for you are actually real,but because he has that false understanding of love following Cara he doesn’t pickit out at first.) 

When you mention yourdream in part two, I think that’s when he fully goes into this mental space ofjust letting himself exist in this bubble you two created on the trip where theoutside world isn’t intervening so much. And so he just is like, “Damn, I kindof want to do this,” and he just lets himself kiss you and be with you thatnight. When you ask him though if its official, that’s when he has thatawakening of like, “Oh God, no she actually likes Harrison, and this isn’t mygirlfriend. This is my best friend.” It’s ironic here too because Tom has thisfalse idea that the reality is that you’re supposed to date Harrison here, buthe doesn’t really pick apart his own feelings. And what’s real is truly whatexists between the two of you. That’s the most genuine element about this wholestory. 

So, he turns you downbecause he really thinks that this whole thing happened because you two justgot so drawn into the game.

But then in part three westart to deconstruct a little bit this false sense of reality the charactershave. In the literal sense, you know it ends with the reader learning aboutwhat happened between Cara, Haz and Tom. But in the more metaphorical sense ofit, it’s all about people realizing their feelings. Tom is the one in this partthat knows he likes the reader. I mentioned this in another ask, but you see itlapse on his face after you wake him up from his nap in this part.

He groanedfor a second, then his eyes started fluttering open, immediately looking atyou. A soft smile lifted on his lips as he stirred. 

“Hey,” hesaid huskily. He looked so angelic, you couldn’t help grinning back. He tuggedon your arm to bring you down toward him in bed and said, “C’mere love.”

It’s just such a lovelypart for him because as I said before, Tom didn’t know previously how todiscern what real love is. And in that moment he realizes it doesn’t have to beso intense, it can just exist in these small and less obtrusive ways. I don’treally know how to best phrase that, but it’s really significant moment for himin terms of development. And that’s when he really just starts being honestwith himself, and then the reader as well. With the reader earlier in the ficwe saw a false moment of honesty but because Tom was behind too it really didn’ttranspire.

And so then you know theNew Year’s party happens and throughout the night he’s kind of grappling withthe realization. So he’s really happy when you come over to him and you justsay that you need to talk to him, because that kind of gives him the venue to revealhow he feels about you.

But then when you go backto Harrison, he’s like, “Oh yeah, fuck.”

Then he drunkenly tellsyou the tea about Cara and Haz lol

But when part four settlesin, he doesn’t really remember it. And it’s also painful that next day becausehe has to remind himself that the two of you are going through the motions atthe yacht party and in advance of it by pretending to be dating. But god damnit, he realizes he doesn’t want that anymore. He wants it to be real so badly. 

When I think he getsconfronted with the loss of what you two have developed, it really hits himthat he has to say something to you, especially because he was the one thatturned you down. So that’s why he’s so bold about it when he finally gives youthat confession and he’s just purely honest about everything. I think too asmuch as he wants things in between the two of you to happen, he knew more thananything too that he just needed to put himself out there and open up to you.

I think afterwards he wasreeling a little bit, but he kind of tried to take his mind off of himconfessing his feelings to you by hanging out with Jacob. 

But the last thing thatTom really needs is just someone who isn’t going to cast him aside, and hebelieves in himself that he’s going to find that person. And he believes thatyou could be that person.

So when you whisper thosewords to him (”Tom you’re the one”) when you appear outside of Jacob’s loft, it’s one of the bestfeelings in the world. 

#anon #answered #does any of this even make sense #i really don't know #there's probs typos too #ask me any questions and i'll probs give u a more coherent answer about a lot of this #there's so much that happens with him in this story #the main tea is that tom always feels like he owes too damn much to other people #kiss me at midnight

[fayeisnowwriting]

8, 9 11, 12, 14, 15, 17, 20

(I love you)

8. Which OC is your favorite?

DAMN. What kind of question is this, my word. I’ll go by WIP.

Vanishing Act: Victoria because of her personal growth.

Laws of Immortals (series): Vincent because of his heart, all he’s gone through and his dedication. And love for black. (I admit I also have a bit of a soft spot for Julius because he’s so open to being himself)

Absit Omen: Striker because despite all the trash he has to go through in this story he’s a ride or die with Deborah.

Coded: THADDEUS. Because he’s the voice of reason and the goth dad of everyone. Also love his marriage, 10/10 relationship goals, he loves Dante.

9. Which OC is an absolute pain to write?

Lol not long ago I wrote that it’s Keith Reeds from Coded because he’s damn stubborn. I can do as many OC development exercises and prompts, AUs, memes, anything, and I still struggle to get a hang of him. You can read my wails here.

11: Share the last paragraph you wrote.

That’d be from Coded, and it was the following:

“He hates me.” Victoria said, drinking from the mug. Thaddeus took a very deep breath and said, “…yes.” Victoria clinked her nails with the mug and looked down.

“I never meant to let you guys down.” she whispered, then wiped a stray liquid drop from the corner of her mouth, “I was scared but…I let it take the best of me.”

“You did.” Thaddeus replied

“I don’t want to be like Titus.”

“You’re not.” Victoria turned to look at the mob boss, “For starters, you came back to us.” Victoria offered him a shy smile as Thaddeus went on, “Titus only thinks of himself and didn’t think twice about sacrificing his own friends. You came back to us, even after such a mistake, to own up to it and help. Oh, Vicky,” he pulled her into a hug, which she reciprocated by resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes, “You could never be like Titus.”

“Thanks, Thaddeus.”

12. Share a dumb line from an old WIP.

Although I delete old WIPs unless I keep working on them (which means I can’t find lines per se from old WIPs), I can tell you that Absit Omen was originally called “Trixie Trillian and the Soul Hunters” and was about a 20 something year old named (you guessed it) Trixie Trillian that had to hunt down specific souls and bring them to Death before some other guys got them in exchange of seeing her brother one last time. It was going to have a sequel, “Trixie Trillian and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse” but I got bored with it and abandoned the WIP until I adapted the plot and characters to today’s Absit Omen.

14. How long does it take you to write 500 words on a good day? On a bad one? 

On a good day, 500 words come to me in an hour an a half, approximately. On a bad day, it takes me all day. Literally. There’s no in betweens.

15. How do you name settings/characters?

It depends, and varies on each case. I generally start by guiding myself with the setting of the story.

With Laws of Immortals, which is set in 2001-2009 England, I firstly looked through baby names databases/pages for English names for some characters, and kind of…felt it? Idk, I just would go like “don’t like Bruce…don’t like Ethan…don’t like Harold…hm, Derek’s fine. Ok, MC’s name is Derek. Derek what?…don’t like Harrison…don’t like Georges…don’t like McDonald…Wells? Derek Wells? Sure, why not.” Of course, there’s cases where I had to change the database to either another country (Jacques, Julius and his real name, Xitlali, Adam, Stefan, Paul) or another time era (Vincent, Marbella, Sylvester) because of other cultures in England and, y’know, vampires. I use real places in England/London so I didn’t have to make much up.

Coded is a sci-fi cyberpunk story where I had to make up settings as well as some names, so I used the “feeling” method a lot. I also took words on my native language (Spanish) and either changed the order or took away/added letters to already existing words to make names or surnames (one of the rebels is called Halley Kaderno, for her surname I grabbed the word “cuaderno”, notebook, and started to play around with it until I got “Kaderno”, or simply replacing an “a” with a “u” for Pandu). Some characters felt alright when I made up their names, others felt better with “normal” names that were adapted to this universe. It was pretty similar with places. I gave myself a bit more freedom to use “normal” names in Vanishing Act since it’s set in a steampunk-meets-1920′s world, so while there’s folks named Walter, Gabrielle, Zoe and Anna, I also wanted interesting names for the people in the circus, like Magnus and Balthazar.

Absit Omen is a mix of these two because while the town is set in fictional Sento, California (and, I admit I used the help of a generator for this one), people’s names were sought in baby name websites and I would just go through them until I found the one that would fit. Except Striker’s. Striker’s name came to me in a dream, no joke. And the AngerPassion’s was a headache to come up with. Had to read a whole lot of angelology and demonology for their name and the other angels’.

17. How far along are you in your current WIP? How long have you been working on it? 

I’m not as far as I’d like to be due to college and my own negligence when sitting down to write. I used NaNoWriMo in November 2017 to progress Laws of Immortals but real life got in the way, and pretty much the same happened during Camp NaNoWriMo earlier this year. However I’ve discovered that when I have people waiting and expecting for a new part of the story I’m writing, it’s easier for me to produce because I want people to enjoy something I made, so hopefully a tag for my art and telling more of my friends will help me write more.

As for the second question, I’ve spent on average 2 or 3 years per WIP because I like to take my time when fleshing them out, creating characters, settings, plot, etc. I want things to be ready and clear before writing.

20. What’s the most time you’ve ever spent on one WIP?

…this is the saddest answer I’ll ever give with my writing, it’s probably the two weeks in last year’s NaNoWriMo lmao that’s bad, but in those two weeks I progressed considerably so I know that if I organize myself this year and work daily and with discipline, I can progress much faster and maybe even finish one of my WIPs.

#vanishing act #absit omen #Laws of Immortals #Coded #frank1ewrites

[hazownsmyass]

Get to know me tag! (300 followers)

Because I recently got to 300 followers, I decided to post a little get to know me tag!

I thought of doing some more stuff for my 300, but I’m already on my way to 400 because somehow more people keep following me? Why?? So I guess I’ll do some more stuff at 400

For now I would just like to thank some people (who you should all follow) for always helping me, talking to me, or sharing my shit :)

@starksparker​ @parkersstark​ @thewiseandfree​ @addictionmarvel​ @upsidedownparker​ @h-osterfield​ @bisexualparkerr​

And did you know I have another blog just for Marvel stuff, and not just Harrison? It’s over at @hazownsmymarvel If you wanna check it out that would be nice :)

I just got these questions from a random site, and I don’t expect anyone to really care about the answers, but apparently over 300 people care enough about my shit that they follow me so here goes!

Are you a morning or night person? Definitely a night person. I can’t do shit in the morning except sleep.

Are you afraid of the dark? Kind of? Like I won’t just get absolutely terrified if it gets dark, but I don’t feel comfortable.

Are you an extrovert or introvert? More of an extrovert. I like talking to people, and talking to strangers isn’t a big problem for me, but I like to have my alone time.

Are you double jointed? No ew (no offense but it kinda creeps me out)

Are you left or right handed? I am right handed

Are you more of a tidy person or a messy one? Messy AF. You should see my desk when it’s ‘tidied up’

Are you on time or always late? I’m always on time when it’s actually important, like school or if I need to catch a train. If it’s not that important, I’m always pretty late.

Are you ticklish? Hell yeah

Can you curl your tongue? Yep (totally had to check that)

Can you ice skate? FUCK NO. Everyone does it every winter where I come from, and we always went with school on the last day before Christmas break, but I am fucking terrible at it. I don’t even want to learn it though so I never set a foot on the ice. The last three years I haven’t even put on skates.

Can you wiggle your ears? Not willingly. Like they can wiggle at certain moments but they just do that on their own.

Coffee or tea? Tea all the way.

Cookies, cake or donuts? Cake

Did you ever participate in a talent show? Nope, because I’m not talented lol

Did you go to prom? We don’t have that here :/

Did you like school? Yes and no. Some parts were great, like my friends and certain teachers, and some parts were horrible, like homework and certain other teachers.

Do you believe in ghosts? No, but I won’t deny their existence if I see one.

Do you bite your nails? Nah

Do you consider yourself a good cook? I get by (I seriously just accidently typed bi) but you don’t want me to cook for you.

Do you enjoy dancing? If no one’s looking yeah, or if I’m a little tipsy

Do you enjoy DIY or crafts? I haven’t done anything like that in years, because everything I make with my hands winds up looking like a 4 year old made it oops

Do you forgive easily? Very easily. I believe everyone deserves multiple chances, and deserves redemption. I could even forgive Thanos some day if he really changed his ways.

Do you have a nickname? My friends call me whore (in a loving way)

Do you have any allergies? No but I recently had a weird reaction to what we thought to be a musquito bite, but I haven’t had anything like it before, or since.

Do you have any phobias? I have a fear of missing out, and a fear of not doing enough. I feel like I want to do and become everything I can in the world but there isn’t enough time in life and I have a hard time accepting that.

Do you have any piercings or tattoos? Nope

Do you have children? Nope, but shoutout to all parents out there who try

Do you have pets? I have a goldfish :)

Do you have siblings? I have 2 sisters

Do you prefer dogs or cats? DOGS

Do you prefer Mac or PC? PC

Do you prefer the beach or the mountains? Beach anyday

Do you prefer to bath or shower? I haven’t had a bath in years because we only have a shower, so I honestly don’t know

Do you sing in the shower? When no one’s home, I sometimes hum or sing softly

Do you smoke? No, and I think it’s really disgusting if someone smokes. Like, it’s your choice of course, but you ain’t coming near me with that.

Do you speak any different languages? I speak Dutch and English, I can understand some German and speak a little too, but hardly.

Do you still have your wisdom teeth? They weren’t pulled, but not everyone gets them right?

Do you still watch cartoons? Hell yeah. Both Avatar cartoons are still some of the best things to come to this earth.

Do you/have you played any sports? I used to do archery

Does your name have a special meaning? Nope, my parents just liked it.

Have you ever been hospitalized? Not where I actually had to stay or anything. All my hospital visits were ‘voluntarily’ 

Have you ever been on a diet? Nope

Have you ever been to a concert? I’ve never bought tickets to go to a specific concert but I went to a festival which had several major concerts.

Have you ever gone camping? Yeah and I hate it ugh

Have you ever met any celebrities? I saw Steven Moffat having dinner with his wife ones, but his wife looked at me like she did not want me to disturb them, so I left them to eat in peace.

Have you ever skipped class? Yeah, but in classes where I knew I wouldn’t get in trouble.

Have you ever won something? Probably? Can’t think of anything big now

Have you had braces? Yeah and they were awful.

How are you feeling right now? I’m alright, but my fingers are getting tired from writing all these answers.

How tall are you? 1.92 m (6′3.5″)

If money were no object what would you get for your next birthday? A house, because I want to move out but finding an affordable place here is near impossible.

If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? London probably. Or Brooklyn, or Amsterdam.

Were you ever a scout or a brownie? No? What’s a brownie? Other than a treat.

What city were you born in? Amsterdam

What did you last eat? Mac and Cheese

What did you want to be when you were younger? Everything really. From a physicist to a policeman to an astronaut.

What do you do on a typical Friday night? I’m at home most nights because of school, but now that school’s finished I might go out more :)

What is one food that you refuse to eat? Chicory

What is one item on your bucket list? Meet Harrison

What is one item you can’t live without? My phone

What is your shoe size? EU: 43 US: 9.5-10

What movie have you watched repeatedly? Captain Americ: Civil War

What phone do you have (Apple or Android)? Android. It’s an LG, but I need a new one.

What should you be doing right now? Writing a job application

What’s one goal you would like to accomplish this year? Come out to my mum and my sisters.

What’s one of your pet peeves? Tourists that don’t appear to understand the concept of sidewalks.

What’s the last song you’ve listened to? Does soundtrack count? I’m listening to ‘Charge!’ by Alan Silvestri as I’m writing this answer.

What’s the most expensive item of clothing that you own? I honestly have no idea. I don’t remember how much everything is worth, because it’s all pretty cheap. I guess my coat is more expensive than the rest but coats are always more expensive.

What’s the thing you can’t leave the house without? My phone, again. I’m helpless without it.

What’s your best physical feature? I like that I tan pretty easily

What’s your Chinese sign? I’m a dragon

What’s your current obsession? Marvel, but that’s not new.

What’s your dream car? I don’t really know, but most sports cars are really awesome

What’s your favourite animal? Penguins and dogs

What’s your favourite book? I haven’t really read books for fun in a long time, so I don’t think I have a single favourite book, but all Harry Potter’s are great.

What’s your favourite colour? Dark blue or dark green

What’s your favourite dessert? Tiramisu is incredible when done right

What’s your favourite drink? Non-alcoholic: Fanta Alcoholic: Vodka

What’s your favourite food? Pizza

What’s your favourite foreign food? Pizza is technically foreign

What’s your favourite gadget? My smartphone is my everything

What’s your favourite hobby? Is Netflix a hobby? Then Netflix. If not, it’s anything to do with film.

What’s your favourite movie? Captain America: Civil War, or Wall-E

What’s your favourite restaurant? Well it’s a small place that’s just a stand alone business, so probably none of you know it because it’s like 200 m form my house haha

What’s your favourite sandwich? I don’t eat sandwiches all that often

What’s your favourite season? Summer

What’s your favourite series? Doctor who is the best

What’s your favourite snack? Crisps

What’s your favourite sport to watch? Figure skating

What’s your favourite thing to have for breakfast? I usualy have toast but I prefer a fried egg with bacon.

What’s your full name? Wouldn’t you like to know?

What’s your longest relationship so far? Not even a month lol

What’s your lucky number? I don’t really have one? 8 is nice I guess. Or 12.

What’s your star sign? I’m a libra

When is your birthday? The 24th of september

Which city did you grow up in? Amsterdam

Which city do you live in now? Amsterdam

Who do you miss right now? Clara Oswald <3

Who is your celebrity crush? Harrison Osterfield of course

Who’s your favourite fictional character? Clara Oswald <3

That’s it! Thanks for following me, and I love you :)

[tiemeupspidey]

Fucking Idiot

Series: Dog Mom Life

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Cute Fluffness & Swearing

(you should know by now that I swear all the time in my imagines lol)

Word Count: 1,000

A/N: Sorry I posted this late but I love you all!! I really wanted to type something about his nose getting broken for a second time.

me working on future posts like v

[Reader’s POV]

  Today you were walking Tessa out in town for a little while. You needed to be out and about since it was healthy for the baby. Of course people snapped pictures which made you uneasy without Tom. One man came close and Tessa barked at him to make him go away. She was protecting you and the baby.

   You had an hour before Tom’s flight would land so you thought this opportunity would be great. Harrison wasn’t responding to your messages since he told you to stay off of social media. His warning was it could harm the baby if I got stressed. Of course you wanted to look but you took Harrison’s word for it.

“Hey your Tom Holland’s wife right?” a teenager asks coming up to you and Tessa. Giving her a smile you nod.

“Can I please take a picture with you?I-I mean if you don’t mind, My friends will never believe me” She gushes pushing up her glasses. Freckles adorned her cheeks, your heart wanting your daughter to be sweet as this.

“Of course love get your phone out” She pulls her phone out of her bag while you tell Tessa to sit. She angles the camera so all of you are in the frame. Tessa’s tag was wagging and hitting your ankle.

“Thank you so much! You’re going to be a great mum, Tom is lucky to have you! Bye Tessa, tell Tom Roxy says Hi!” she waves before walking down the street. Her backpack bouncing as she ran towards the bus that pulled up to the curb.

“Alright Tess let’s go stop at the store real quick and pick something up yeah?” Tugging her leash a bit we head towards a grocery store. Thinking you wouldn’t get too much because you had to carry it all back.

-

[Tom’s POV]

“Mate how bad is it? Do you think she’s going to freak out?” I ask Harrison opening up the camera on my phone. Looking at my reflection I cringe at the sight. My gaze moving to Harrison with fear in my eyes.

“Dude it’s so bad, she’s going to flip her shit… you know it’s going to be worse since she has all those extra hormones thanks to the baby…” Harrison laugh before looking back at his phone. Rolling my eyes I feel a pain of guilt from lying to her.

   Recently she texted me asking if everything was okay because of what Harrison said to her. Yet in reality everything is not okay. My face is swollen, it’s bruised and sensitive to the touch. I couldn’t even cover it with makeup. I miserably failed at trying to cover it up and just gave up in general.

   I FaceTimed her before I broke my nose on set that day. We were wrapping up week two of Chaos Walking and I fucked up again. My fans gave me so much shit for it. Literally a walking meme,I saw so many memes about me. I still get teased about not saying croissant right. Quackson will forever be the meme of my existence.

“I told her not to check social media so she wouldn’t stress out because I’m not losing my goddaughter to you being careless on set Tom” Harrison remarks sending a quick glare to me. Harrison hasn’t looked at me like that before.

“You’re exaggerating, I couldn’t possibly cause that” I deny looking at Harrison as if he was insane. Me be the cause of my daughter’s death?

“It’s possible Tom, women who are pregnant and go through high amounts of stress can lead to a miscarriage.. I swear I’ve done more research than you mate” his tone laced with seriousness but teasing me. I couldn’t tell if he was more serious than teasing me.

“Shut it Harrison, I’m the father of this baby.. I’m supposed to know more here” I say pulling my phone out of my jacket pocket. Opening up my instagram and taking a scroll through. Another text message pops up on my notification bar.

Love of my LIFE:

Tom are you sure everything's okay?

You:

Yeah everything’s fine love, see you in a few hours.. Give Tess a kiss for me and I’ll see you tonight for dinner with the family since I’ll only be home for two days..

Love of my LIFE:

Met one of your fans today, Her name is Roxy and she says hi! I’ll make sure dinner is ready for everyone tonight. Love you xx

-

[Reader’s POV]

“C’mon love let’s head inside so we can get ready for everyone coming over..” Ushering Tessa to walk into the house. Carrying the bags inside the house and setting them down real quick. Standing back up straight you lock the door behind you.

   Leaning down to reach for the bags and groaning because you can’t reach them. Squatting down and grabbing the bags. Swearing underneath your breath because now you can’t stand back up.  Placing your hand on the door handle you manage to pull yourself up somehow.

   Tessa walks by tilting her head looking at you struggling. A laugh escapes your lips cause she looks so damn cute. Tom was normally the one to help you up but now that he’s been gone filming it’s been harder. You’ve had to adapt to doing things without him around.

  “I wish you could be human sometimes” you sigh once you’re fully situated and not feeling off balance. You were currently three and a half months pregnant and luckily your bump wasn’t huge. Your mother had a huge bump but luckily so far you haven’t exploded.

    Time went by quicker than you thought as you made dinner in the kitchen. In between everything you set up the table with the essentials. Setting wine glasses out for Tom, Nikki, and Dom. You couldn’t wait to have alcohol again but that wouldn’t be for a while.

   Stirring the sauce in the pan and a separate sauce in case anyone had an allergy to mushrooms. You couldn’t remember which of the twins couldn’t have it so you just made two sauces. Paddy preferred marinara sauce but he called it “Red Sauce.” You never made Quinoa because Tom was sick of it ever since he could only eat that on a diet he had for a film.

    You were turning into a mom and were remembering what people liked and didn’t liked. Only reason is because you’ll have to do that when your daughter is born and as she grows up.  Your phone starts ringing making you come back to reality. Taking it off the charger you answer it bringing it up to your ear.

“Ello love, we just picked up Tom so we’ll be there in an hour okay? Traffic got crazy because of the fans knowing Tom was coming home”she explains through the the conversations going on in the background. You could hear Sam and Harry insulting each other and Paddy’s laughter.

“You two knock it off! Your mum is on the phone” Dom’s voice stern making the car go silent. Nikki thanks him for getting them to be quiet.

“That’s fine Nikki, I just have to finish the pasta and another dish so everything should be ready by then” your hands busy as the vegetables are being cut.

“I love you Darling! Ow Paddy stop!” you hear Tom’s voice in the background making you smile. Paddy is probably doing something and probably pinched Tom. Not thinking much of it you say I love you too before hanging up.

[Tom’s POV]

“Your face is fucked” Sam snickers pulling out his phone from his pocket. He takes a quick picture making me upset.

“Fuck you Sam, I’m already scared as it is..”

“Yeah scared of your pregnant wife” Harry’s laughter is joined by Sams. Rolling my eyes from their annoying comments.

“Tom did you not tell her about your nose?” Paddy asks re zipping his jacket up. Nodding my head Paddy’s eyes widen.

“But.. Tom lying isn’t nice” I was getting chastened by my youngest brother, great.

“If she swears at you I won’t be surprised” my mum turns in her seat to look back at me. Guilt growing in my chest, thanks everyone.

“Mum.. I was just trying not to freak her out” I defend myself huffing a breath out looking away from her gaze.

[Reader’s POV]

   Sighing in content when everything was done. Tessa was roaming around the kitchen looking for food that may have fallen. Heading up the stairs carefully towards our bedroom. I go to the closet to change my outfit since it had flour on it.

     You spilt flour on yourself when trying to make cookies for the boys but mainly Paddy. He loved the cookies you made and would come over sometimes to make them with you. The boys would come over to check on you and the baby when they could. His brothers have such a sweet side to them when they aren’t messing with Tom.

   Pulling another pair of maternity leggings on and grabbing a tank top out of the dresser after. Going to the closet you pick out a gray cardigan and slip it onto your arms. The fabric warming you up, the draft in the house made you chilled. Another reason why you missed Tom being home because he is so warm at night.

   Looking at yourself in the mirror and turning to the side. A smile on your face as you see your bump, it’s so damn cute. Heading out of the room you head back downstairs. Tessa following you everywhere you went. She was like your own personal guard dog when you were home alone.

   Tom’s voice comes from the foyer of the house. Reaching the last step with Tessa she jumps over to Tom. Nikki walking in with some flowers, a smile on her sweet face. Dom walks in waving at you before taking his jacket off. Looking back at Tom’s face you see his skin around his nose is bruised and swollen.

“Thomas what happened to your face?” You ask placing your hands on your hips. He slowly looks up from Tessa giving you a small smile. Sam and Harry coming in , their conversation ending.

“I uh.. Fuck. I broke my nose on set darling” Tom explains making panic flood through your system.

“You fucking idiot, that’s the second time you’ve done that.. You lied to me what the hell” annoyance in your tone but who are you kidding? You weren’t that surprised he broke it again.

“Fucking idiot” Sam and Harry say simultaneously making Tom groan. The boys laugh high fiving each other. Paddy stumbles in looking at everyone laughing at Tom. 

“Hey, what did I miss?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. Nikki ruffles his hair trying to stifle her laughter.

“Let’s just say Tom learned his lesson for lying” she explains leaning down and kissing Paddy’s head.

“Alright everyone go serve yourselves, food is in the kitchen.. Also Paddy I made some cookies for you” you smile over at him. He takes off towards the kitchen followed by Sam and Harry.

“Tom why did you lie to me?” you ask stepping down from the stairs. He stands up walking over to you once everyone is in the kitchen.

“I was embarrassed okay? I’m really sorry love.. Can you forgive me?” Tom’s eyes looked pained and you felt bad. Ugh these hormones flip on and off like a switch.

“I can forgive you, but you have to put an ice pack on that right now.. Don’t be stubborn or else” You point your finger at him sternly. Pecking him on the lips you then take him to the kitchen.

   Going into the kitchen you walk over to the fridge. Opening the freezer you grab a bag of peas out. Handing them to him he puts the bag on his nose wincing. Laughing at how silly he looked with the bag on his face. It was good to see him home even if it was just for a little while.

“I love you” a smile on your face as you looked at Tom. He takes his free hand grabbing one of yours.

“More than yesterday?” He asks with a cheeky grin. Rolling your eyes you nod.

“Yes Tom, more than yesterday” His smile always making your heart flutter. Your love for him grows more and more each day.

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Another 11 Questions Tag!

@sarahkelsiwrites tagged me to answer her lit questions so here we are!

Rules: Always post the rules, answer the questions given to you, write 11 questions of your own, tag 11 people.

1. You and your main character attend a fancy dinner. What do they eat?

Oooooh, answering for both Reeve from FOSTERED and Clifford from I’M DISAPPOINTED.

Reeve: Probably ribs, lol.

Clifford: Lord does this boy not know how to order from a fancy dinner. To be honest, both of us would suck at ordering (lol just imagine it’d be us being like uhhh i’ll have ummm you go first but uhhh), but he’d probably panic and just order a steak even though this boy probably doesn't even like steaks? Honestly what does Clifford actually eat? Have I never thought about this?

2. Any real life bands your main character would like?

OH I LIVE FOR THIS QUESTION.

Reeve: Ohhh so many. Reeve’s favourite band would definitely be Daughter, but she’d also love The Beatles (she actually already does lol and I believe I mention this at one point), The Strokes (ROOM ON FIRE GIRL), and Whitney!

Clifford: Basically any rock band I listen to 2k17. He would love: Surf Curse (!!), Paramore, The Strokes, The Narwhals/Wallows, and he always mentions Green Day so.

3. Your antagonist discovers a stray cat. Do they abandon it, dispose of it, or take it home?

Ha, so, I thought for FOSTERED, since there are different antagonists throughout the series, I’d do this question for each of them. So let’s goooo. To disclaim, there really aren’t set antagonists in any of these books past books one and two, but for the sake of this tag...

Red from Fostered: lol who remembers her looool. She would dispose of it because she has no soul. :(

Lonan from Hunted: HAHAHA lol. Lonan antagonist days. Who remembers those. Ha. Ahhh, antagonist Lonan would probably abandon it. Asshole. Present Lonan would take it home and give it to Harrison. lol. Or keep it. (He does have a cat. I forgot the cat’s name.)

Kate from Resisted: She’d definitely abandon it. :(

Lincoln from Hollowed + FOSTERED #5: Well. He’d dispose of it. Then I’d dispose of him. So.

And now for lone Julian from I’M DISAPPOINTED:

Julian from I’m Disappointed: He would abandon it/ignore it because he doesn't pay attention to shit.

4. Which existing fictional world could your main character be a part of?

Oh man this question!!

Reeve: Reeve would totally fit right into the world of The Darkest Minds. FOSTERED was inspired by TDM so the earlier books have a lot more TDM vibes. She’d fit right in.

Clifford: Not one he’d particularly be a part of but I just really want to see this boy in the Twilight world because lol. lololololololol. Vampire Clifford. Imagine that. HA. He’d be the ultimate angsty vampire. o no.

5. Your protagonist is wrongfully accused of a crime. What would they be caught for?

Reeve: Probably murder. Since that is a thing that happens often in these books.

Clifford: Shoplifting hands down. The detector thing at the exit of Walmart would go off and oh no shit would go down.

6. If you could rewrite the first chapter of any novel, what book would you choose and why?

Not that I think it needs rewriting (I actually consider this one of my favourite first chapters, if not favourite), it’s more I’d like to see what it’s like to write the first chapter, but the first chapter of ALL THE BRIGHT PLACES for sure could be cool to take on.

7. How long does it take you to write one chapter?

Drafting + revising can take anywhere from 4-7 days. Any longer and I start forgetting details.

8. Any TV shows your main characters would enjoy watching?

Ohhh Reeve would LOVE Bates Motel and could highkey binge watch Criminal Minds. Also think Cliff could binge watch Criminal Minds as well.

9. If your book was a movie, what would its ending credits song be?

oh ma lord I love this question. I always said Youth by Daughter would be FOSTERED’s ending credits song. Misguided Ghosts for I’M DISAPPOINTED alllll the way.

10. Do you have a logline for your novel? If so, share!

lol I do but they’re always awful.

11. If you were a cliché, what would you be?

the shy angsty girl at the back of your classroom who reads classics for fun + omg she’s also a writer and instead of listening to lessons, she writes poetry for her poetry collection My Life Is A Black Hole.

Does that count.

Okay this was fun! Thanks for tagging me Sarah. I’m not going to write up more questions or tag anyone since I’ve already done this, but if you like Sarah’s questions and want to answer them, please do!

--Rachel

#Writing

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Get To Know Mun!

tagged by :  @prettyboygcnius

1. What is your middle name? Anne 2. How old are you? 28 3. When is your birthday? December 23 4. What is your zodiac sign? Capricorn but I am a cusp so some Sagg. traits 5. What is your favorite color? Deep red 6. What’s your lucky number? 13 7. Do you have any pets? A dog 8. Where are you from? Indianapolis originally 9. How tall are you? 5′6″ 10. What shoe size are you? 8 usually 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Uhhhhh 7 I think? 12. What was your last dream about? I see my best friend for the first time in 13 years, we go watch fireworks, then he tries to kill me 13. What talents do you have? Writing, drawing.... I can lick my elbow, is that a talent? 14. Are you psychic in any way? Eh, tiny bit maybe. I’ve had some instances... 15. Favorite song? Almost everything ever. RN, probably Do You Feel It? by Chaos Chaos 16. Favorite movie? Breakfast Club 17. Who would be your ideal partner? IDK, the Ronin Jin from Samurai Champloo isn’t real so... 18. Do you want children? I have one. I’m done. 19. Do you want a church wedding? Didn’t do that either, lol 20. Are you religious? Yes 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? A couple of times 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Do speeding tickets count? Got one of those. 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? Nope 24. Baths or showers? Showers for getting clean, baths for relaxing 25. What color socks are you wearing? None! It’s summer time, hopefully I won’t wear any for a month but when I DO wear them they don’t match. I haven’t matched my socks since I was 14, I don’t plan on starting that again 26. Have you ever been famous? Nope 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Depends on what I’d be famous for 28. What type of music do you like? Pretty much everything but mainstream rap 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Yup 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two 31. What position do you usually sleep in? I’m everywhere 32. How big is your house? A little on the small side but it works just fine 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Cereal. Or pizza. Mostly cereal 34. Have you ever fired a gun? Yup, I own a couple 35. Have you ever tried archery? Had a bow a long time ago 36. Favorite clean word? Wait, there are clean words?? Uh.... soap? 37. Favorite swear word? Fuck or dammit 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? I can’t remember. I love to slep tho, so no more than 24 hours I think 39. Do you have any scars? Yup. Biggest is a c-section scar 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Not that I’m aware of 41. Are you a good liar? Maybe *squints* 42. Are you a good judge of character? Eh, so so. My main rule is, don’t trust anyone until they’ve earned it 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? I tend to do an English one if I watch too much BBC 44. Do you have a strong accent? Um... I have no idea?? 45. What is your favorite accent? Oh jeeze... I can’t pick just one 46. What is your personality type? Laid back (except when a topic interests me), easily bored, creative, semi anti social 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? My boots 48. Can you curl your tongue? Yup 49. Are you an innie or an outie? Innie 50. Left or right handed? Right-handed 51. Are you scared of spiders? Depends on how big they are 52. Favorite food? Hmm... pizza I think... Or sweet and sour chicken 53. Favorite foreign food? Chinese or Italian 54. Are you a clean or messy person? Ordered chaos 55. Most used phrased? “What the fuck?” or “You’re killin’ me Smalls!” 56. Most used word? Dammit or fuck 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Normally, like 10 minutes 58. Do you have much of an ego? Nope 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? I’m not big on hard candy 60. Do you talk to yourself? Yup 61. Do you sing to yourself? Also yup 62. Are you a good singer?  My family is musically inclined, but not me. I guess I’m about average 63. Biggest Fear? Car accidents, losing people, looking in mirrors in dark rooms.... 64. Are you a gossip? No, not really 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? AAAnd I have officially forgotten the name of every movie I’ve ever seen 66. Do you like long or short hair? Long on me, depends for other people tho 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? Maybe? 68. Favorite school subject? Art. And lunch. Yes, lunch is a subject, don’t argue 69. Extrovert or Introvert? Semi introvert 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Nope 71. What makes you nervous? Too much to name 72. Are you scared of the dark? Nope 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Depends on the correction/mistake 74. Are you ticklish? Yes but it pisses me off 75. Have you ever started a rumor? No 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? When I worked at Subway 77. Have you ever drank underage? Yeah 78. Have you ever done drugs? No 79. Who was your first real crush? My step cousin when I was like, 3 80. How many piercings do you have? One. My left ear is a 12 gauge 81. Can you roll your Rs? Yup 82. How fast can you type? Eh, so so. If I’m in the mood it’s pretty fast 83. How fast can you run? Run? What is this word you speak of? 84. What color is your hair? Reddish rown 85. What color is your eyes? Brown 86. What are you allergic to? Bullshit 87. Do you keep a journal? I am addicted to buying them, but I rarely stay interested 88. What do your parents do? Mom works in a deli, dad’s a mechanic 89. Do you like your age? I don’t have an issue with it, I just have an issue with what people say I should’should not do at my age 90. What makes you angry? Too much to list 91. Do you like your own name? No. It’s too common 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? I have a little girl named Katheryn but if she would have been a boy we would have named her Gauge 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? I wasn’t too partial but I have a girl now 94. What are you strengths? Creative, patient to an extent, empathetic 95. What are your weaknesses? Stubborn, messy, empathetic 96. How did you get your name? Mom says it’s for her step sister, grandma says it for her grandmother, dad says it’s from a Boston song so, who knows? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? Not that I know of 98. Color of your bedspread? Goldish 99. Color of your room? Gold and dark red 100. Favorite celebrity? Matthew Gray Gubler, David Tennant, Johnny Depp, and Alan Alda.

#OOC #accidentally deleted this the first time

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Get To Know Mun!

  tagged by :  @trappcdbird

1. What is your middle name? Braxton (and yes, I’m a girl) 2. How old are you? 19 3. When is your birthday? August 16th 4. What is your zodiac sign? Leo, bitch! 5. What is your favorite color? Black & mint green 6. What’s your lucky number? uh 16 maybe? I don’t really have one tbh 7. Do you have any pets? A dog, two cats & a hamster 8. Where are you from? Pennsylvania aka cornfield land 9. How tall are you? 5′2 10. What shoe size are you? 5 in womens, 3 1/2 in childrens (i can’t ever find my size... ever) 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Probably only like 5 or 6 tbh 12. What was your last dream about? Trying desperately to save a baby bird from dying in the snow and failing 13. What talents do you have? Singing, acting, guitar playing, being on stage in general 14. Are you psychic in any way? Doubt it lmao 15. Favorite song? I’m a music hoe so that’s an unfair question 16. Favorite movie? 500 Days of Summer, Peter Pan (2003 version), any Leonardo DiCaprio movie, Toy Story (all 3 of them), most other Pixar films 17. Who would be your ideal partner? Matthew Gray fuckin Gubler 18. Do you want children? Literally my biggest dream 19. Do you want a church wedding? I wouldn’t mind I guess, but I’d prefer something more extravagant 20. Are you religious? Yes 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? No & hopefully I’m not jinxing myself 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Once, when I was 13 for “breaking into”  an abandoned house (my friends and I all entered through an open door... lmao) but we just paid a fine and that was it 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? Joe Jonas winked at me when I was 2nd row at a DNCE concert but no, I never technically met anyone famous 24. Baths or showers? Showers, baths make me uncomfortably drowsy 25. What color socks are you wearing? White 26. Have you ever been famous? Nope, although people tell me I should be lol 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Not really, I don’t think I could stand the lack of privacy 28. What type of music do you like? Classic rock, doowop, alternative & indie - a bit of everything 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? No but I damn want to! 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two, & my pillow cases feature Evan Peters & Matthew Gray Gubler 31. What position do you usually sleep in? On my right side, usually 32. How big is your house? Average, I guess? Not small and not big 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Yogurt or cereal 34. Have you ever fired a gun? Yeah but I was like 7 and barely remember 35. Have you ever tried archery? Once, at the same place I fired the gun lol 36. Favorite clean word? What? 37. Favorite swear word? Probably either fuck or dick 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? Probably under 24 hours, I’m a pussy I can’t go without sleeping lol 39. Do you have any scars? A few but they’re literally all from bug bites lmao 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Probably at one point 41. Are you a good liar? Depends on what I’m lying about 42. Are you a good judge of character? Oh hell yes 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? I had to do a southern accent for a show I was in and I’m getting pretty good at scouse thanks to @easilyswcyed​ 44. Do you have a strong accent? I have an American accent so... idk how one would define it as ‘strong’ 45. What is your favorite accent? They’re all beautiful tbh I can’t pick one 46. What is your personality type? Outgoing, easy-going, sensitive & super anxious, pretty loud, always talking at 100mph and I’m either on top of the world happy or hating everything & it kinda sucks, there’s no in between 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? Myyy shoes, probably? I don’t really buy expensive clothes I’m so frugal with my money lol 48. Can you curl your tongue? Hell ye 49. Are you an innie or an outie? Innie 50. Left or right handed? Right-handed 51. Are you scared of spiders? Oh fuck yeah 52. Favorite food? Probably either Chinese, pizza, or a tuna sandwich from Subway lmao 53. Favorite foreign food? Chinese to the fuckin max 54. Are you a clean or messy person? I’m neurotic about being neat & organized 55. Most used phrased? “fuck me” (when I’m pissed, not sexually lmao) ”literally” “i don’t know” 56. Most used word? Probably fuck or literally. 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? It all depends. For work I can get ready in like 20 minutes because fuck that place. If I’m going somewhere what I actually care about, it’ll probably take me an hour and a half or so (shower, hair & makeup) 58. Do you have much of an ego? Internally I guess, but I’m humble and I don’t like to seem conceded and I don’t act like I’m the shit unless I’m joking 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? I suck until it’s small enough for me to bite (lmao ayyy) 60. Do you talk to yourself? Every fucking day 61. Do you sing to yourself? Every fucking DAYYYYY 62. Are you a good singer?  I grew up in a family of musicians and I’ve been the lead of two musicals so... you tell me bitch 63. Biggest Fear? Losing someone I love, being betrayed by people who I thought I could trust, getting into a car crash/plane crash/ship wreck, spiders, elevators, fucking CENTIPEDES THAT RUN ALL OVER THE PLACE ON THREE MILLION LEGS 64. Are you a gossip? I hate to admit it but yeah I am 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? There’s so many but recently I saw Hacksaw Ridge which was fucking fantastic 66. Do you like long or short hair? It all depends on the person 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? I could try, but I bet you I’d fail 68. Favorite school subject? Science and English probably, although if we’re talking electives then Graphic Design all the way 69. Extrovert or Introvert? Mostly an extrovert but there are times where I’m more introverted (I hate being around big groups of people who I don’t really know and/or where I feel like an outsider) 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Nope but that would be fun except I’d be terrified 71. What makes you nervous? Literally everything to ever exist in the history of everything 72. Are you scared of the dark? It depends on where I am 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? I try not to cause I feel like it’s rude as hell 74. Are you ticklish? yes, & I don’t even like reading this question holy shit 75. Have you ever started a rumor? No, but I’m sure I’d passed one on 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? I’m the assistant manager at my job so when he’s gone I’m the big boss bitch 77. Have you ever drank underage? Yeah, but not often at all, I’m not a drinker 78. Have you ever done drugs? Never 79. Who was your first real crush? This kid Mikey in my kindergarten class who was cute and brunette and had freckles 80. How many piercings do you have? Five -- two in each ear & a bellybutton piercing 81. Can you roll your Rs? Hell yeah, I’m Italian so 82. How fast can you type? Pretty damn fast 83. How fast can you run? omg I SUCK at running 84. What color is your hair? Shit brown 85. What color is your eyes? Shit brown 86. What are you allergic to? Everything outside in the spring 87. Do you keep a journal? I used to, but I always forget 88. What do your parents do? Both my parents were musicians, but now my dad’s an Emergency Responder and my mom edits photos for dog show photographers. 89. Do you like your age? It kinda sucks, I don’t like growing up, I want to be 13 again 90. What makes you angry? Betrayal, being lied to, being gaslighted and called crazy for assuming things that were actually correct the entire time (if you can’t tell, there a lot going on in my life right now) 91. Do you like your own name? Oh man I used to HATE it when I was little, but it grew on me 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? Harrison Michael & Audrey Lauren -- my boyfriend and I love The Beatles & Audrey Hepburn 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? Both! (oh god please not twins though) 94. What are you strengths? I’m determined, hard-working, friendly & a perfectionist 95. What are your weaknesses? I can be a pessimist and I’m way too sensitive 96. How did you get your name? My mom & dad were going through CDs for name ideas and they both saw Carly Simon and immediately fell in love with Carly 97. Were your ancestors royalty? No but my boyfriend’s were 98. Color of your bedspread? White sheets & a black comforter 99. Color of your room? White walls & a light green carpet 100. Favorite celebrity? Matthew Gray Gubler!!!!!!, Evan Peters, Joe Jonas, Nick Jonas, Chris Evans, Andrew Garfield, Leonardo DiCaprio, and literally a thousand more but those are my babes

Tagging; @deocrumtorquent, @@easilyswcyed @@darkcndtwisty @@rileypalmer @the-storm-within-me @@snowinabottle @everythingelle and anyone else!

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I was tagged by @maikelfist​ ^^

Nickname: My whole family calles me Pup, short for Puppy.

Star sign: Scorpio and proud.

Height: 1.54 ( 5') I’m not crying

Time right now: 9:01 PM as I'm writing this specific line

Last thing googled: Windbreaker

Fave artists: I’m not particularly cognisant of Arts so... Do fanartists count?

Song stuck in my head: Golden Leaves by Passenger

Last movie watched: Miracle in Cell No. 7

Last tv show watched: Arrow

What are you wearing right now: Hoodie and sweatpants.

When did you create this blog: Probably in 2014. Though it wasn’t until the end of last year did I started becoming more active.

What kind of stuff do you post: Fandom, movie, fashion (mostly Haute Couture) stuff, photography and aesthetic stuff, animals, memes and text posts, a bit of politics and photoshop.

Do you get asks regularly: Throughout my entire existence on this site, I’ve received like 5 or something lol.

Why did you choose your URL: I just really like this name.

Gender: female

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw and proud.

Pokemon team: I don’t play pokemon. ^^

Hours of sleep: I’ve been super unhealthy lately. Around 5-6 I guess?

Lucky numbers: 9

Favourite characters: Here is a list. Others include Mycroft Holmes (Sherlock), Khal Drogo, Varys, Bronn, ser Jorah Mormont, Daario Naharis and at times Daenerys Targaryen herself (Game of Thrones), Hershel and Dale (The Walking Dead), Isabelle Sophia Lightwood The Mortal Instruments), Edward Nigma (Gotham), Harrison Wells (The Flash)...

How many blankets I sleep with: 1

following: I follow 4674 blogs is this even normal and have 231 followers.

I’m tagging

@cherikyassss​

@pinkoptics​

@bratpfanne-of-doom​

@careful-hux​

#tag game #about me

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The best memes of 2018 so far

If you feel like you see bad news every time you log onto social media, you're not alone. Going on Twitter can be an overwhelming experience, with constant arguments, drama, and snitch tagging.

Memes are the only thing holding the internet together at this point. 

It's been a stressful year so far, but at least we have these memes! Let's take a walk down memory lane — meme-ory lane, if you will.

1. Eating Tide Pods

Vincent van Gogh used to eat Tide pods because he wanted happiness inside him

— lusty goth (@elkalumpy) December 27, 2017

The Tide Pod eating craze technically started in December 2017, but its effects lasted well into the new year, concerning parents nationwide. The forbidden snacks will always have a place in our hearts for the countless memes and cursed foods it inspired. 

2. What your child is really texting about

Is your child texting about @olivegarden? Here’s a quick guide to find out: OG: Olive Garden LMAO: love me an olive LOL: lots of lasagna ROFL: ravioli or flavorful linguine BRB: breadsticks rock, bro WTF: where’s the fettuccine STFU: some tiramisu for us

— jillian dradzynski (@jillianallyce) January 22, 2018

Concerned parents could breathe a sigh of relief as Tide Pod obsessions died down, but it seems like texting lingo will always be a mystery to the Olds. Luckily, a handy guide to common acronyms became a meme. What are your kids texting about? Probably Olive Garden.

3. Change my mind

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— Prodigy (@CSN_Prodigy) February 21, 2018

Sometimes you look at a meme and realize there really is hope for humanity. When a conservative podcaster/professional troll set up a table encouraging people to change his mind about "male privilege," the internet got to work and turned him into a meme. It became a platform to share your diciest opinions, from pineapple on pizza to the plot of Bee Movie.

4. Wholesome memes 

People have a knack for finding the good in anything, and as dark as 2018 seemed, the flood of wholesome memes gave us hope. While wholesome memes have been around for a bit, 2018 is their year to shine.

5. Gru's plan

If you have a brilliant, well-thought-out plan that ended up going wrong, Gru's plan is the meme for you. The four panel image conveys so much optimism and disappointment in one revelation, perfectly capturing what it feels like when stealing the moon doesn't go your way.

6. American Chopper hot takes

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— Garf Gab (@GarfieldFanArt) March 22, 2018

American Chopper came back for a revival this year, prompting the internet to bring back an iconic scene from the original show. The destructive father-son duo became a meme for the hottest, spiciest takes. 

7. Build your perfect man

ladies you have $5 to build the perfect man $300 - tall $200 - smart $400 - rich $150- famous $2 - name is Paul $3 -is a mall cop $500 - attractive

— Lazy dog (@LaziestCanine) April 25, 2018

Does the perfect man exist? This meme encourages people to build their ideal partner. There's just one catch — you have limited funds and the characteristics you can afford are pricey. Guess you'll just have to settle for Paul Blart, mall cop. 

8. Who killed Hannibal?

This is a damn good contender for best meme of the year - all of the variations are good...but this one is the best pic.twitter.com/SwpOUAuRjk

— RickyFTW (@rickyftw) April 18, 2018

The "Who killed Hannibal?" meme is great for situations when you've done something shitty and need to shift the blame to someone else. Like Eric Andre in The Eric Andre Show, some people just refuse to take accountability.

9. Walmart yodel boy 

11-year-old Mason Ramsey went viral for yodeling in Walmart, and instantly stole America's heart. He performed at Coachella, landed a record deal, and released a single about being in adorable tween love. Walmart yodel boy slaps. 

10. Is this a pigeon?

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— Cat Graffam (@catgraffam) May 4, 2018

Although this image has been around since 2011, the meme blew up this year to convey absolute confusion. The meme originated from an anime, where a character points to a butterfly and asks, "Is this a pigeon?"

11. Ladies, imagine your best life

Ladies, imagine this. It’s 15 years from now, and you have no kids. You’re the cool wine aunt that occasionally comes back to the country for a brief visit before leaving for another long, exotic vacation. You have no commitments, and a suspicious amount of money.

— Em Treasure (@emtreas) May 22, 2018

A viral Twitter movement subverted a romanticized version of suburban life by asking ladies about their most ideal, most bizarre life. The meme covers it all, from (again) the plot of Bee Movie to imagining marriage with Stuart Little. 

12. Yanny or Laurel?

It's The Dress of 2018. The audio illusion tore apart the internet, with friends and neighbors turning against each other over whether a recording said "Yanny" or "Laurel." It was fun until the Trump administration hopped on and killed the meme forever. RIP.

13. Sad cowboy

they always say yeehaw but never ask haw yee pic.twitter.com/Zcqy3y1sbc

— fahad 🤠 (@ShlongUziVert_) March 25, 2018

Who hurt this sweet country boy? We just want to know. The sad cowboy meme (alternatively, and more accurately called "sad howdy boy") has been around since 2017, but popped up again this year. Someone needs to reach out to him and let him know that everything's going to be OK.

14. By the age of 35 

By age 35 you should have lost at least twice your most valuable information for lack of backups.

— Miguel de Icaza (@migueldeicaza) May 20, 2018

By the age of 35, there's really no need to have your life figured out. The meme plays off a report by Marketwatch telling people that by the age of 35, they should have twice their salary saved. Twice. Who even has time for that?? 

15. I am: gay/straight/bi

i’m: ⚪️ gay ⚪️ straight ⚪️ bisexual 🔘never gonna give you up pic.twitter.com/6lsdZkN4g0

— hanz💨 (@hasharakl) May 23, 2018

Broke: labels. Woke: RickRolling. The gay/straight/bi meme has it all: pop punk lyrics, nods to classic Vines, and poking fun at tired gender binaries and sexuality labels.

16. Distressed LeBron

When you leave all the doors open but your dog poops in the house anyway pic.twitter.com/LY8u7CqQzJ

— Harrison Faigen (@hmfaigen) June 1, 2018

Poor LeBron. His reaction after the Cavaliers lost to the Golden State Warriors became an iconic meme for, well, when you're too stressed for words. 

17. IHOb

IHOP is changing its name to IHOB and while people think it stands for “breakfast” I’m putting my money on BETRAYAL

— bea (@bayahhh) June 6, 2018

IHOP changing its name to IHOb for burgers was probably the most overhyped marketing ploy in history. The name change was thoroughly underwhelming, but sparked a hilarious Twitter feud between rivaling fast food brands. 

18. Melania's awful jacket

ok i am into this jacket pic.twitter.com/ZJdx4hwIsG

— sara yasin 😐 (@sarayasin) June 21, 2018

Melania, girl, what are you doing? The First Lady wore the worst possible jacket for a visit to meet detained immigrant children at the border. Was she trolling her husband? Was she messing with the mainstream media? Is she really that clueless? Either way, the $39 Zara jacket will probably be remembered as one of the memes defining this hell presidency. 

19. Alexa, play Despacito

nakia: t'challa was murdered in a ritual combat m'baku: this is so sad alexa play despacito

— beth (@sam_bucky) June 27, 2018

This is a beautiful shitpost. Reminiscent of the world's smallest violin meme, "Alexa, play Despacito" is the perfect reaction for overdramatic, not very sad news. Why is this meme so funny? It's not just not caring about the situation, but telling Alexa to play Despacito conveys absolute detachment from feeling anything. It's art. 

WATCH: IHOP tries to advertise its burgers and gets flamed

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