#simply vote for holland

[pineapplejayden]

eurovision: You can’t vote for your own country

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[riaaanna]

The drummer Roger Taylor, sipping champagne on a leather sofa in his penthouse duplex overlooking Battersea Park, finds the whole situation hilarious. “Oh God, we’ve always got stick for everything,” he grins. “People say, ‘You’re mistreating the legacy’, and I think, well, thanks for your concern, but it’s my f***ing legacy.”

A random article from 2011 (in anticipation of Stormtroopers in Stilettos exhibition) I'm unpaywalling simply because of Roger's epic quote above. "It's my f***ing legacy" damn right! Full article below.

Revisiting history

Queen are 40 this year — and, to celebrate, they’re reissuing their first five albums. Brian May and Roger Taylor talk to us about Bowie and Freddie

Freddie Mercury once described his band’s songs as being like “disposable razors — use them, darling, then throw them away”. Yet, almost 40 years after Queen’s first LP, that seems an ever more unlikely scenario. Every possible attempt has been made by critics and the self-appointed guardians of musical good taste to ridicule, belittle and bedraggle their arch, explosive, overwrought, emotive, theatrical, propulsive, gargantuan records (bet­ween March 1974 and December 1992, they had 40 UK chart hits — even their successful streaks were wildly over the top), but the public voted time and time again, and the public voted, more often than not, for even more Queen, even more of the time.

Nine years ago, the band spent a reported £7.5m of their own money on a musical, part-written by Ben Elton — then, as now, easily as unfashionable as Queen — featuring their songs. It was savaged by the press (one reviewer from the American magazine The Advocate flew across the Atlantic just so they could call it “complete bollocks”), yet, nearly a decade later, the towering, if rather unflattering, statue of Mercury triumphant still towers above the entrance to London’s Dominion Theatre — and, every night, every seat in the house is full.

“Respect is a funny thing,” says the guitarist Brian May, enjoying the aubergine special at a smart Italian restaurant in Holland Park. “If you look for it, you’ll forever be disappointed.” Queen have had very little, I suggest. Does that seem fair? “It’s true,” he laughs. “But we get everything, from complete, overwhelming love to total, outright derision. I don’t take any of it on board, really. It would ruin you if you believed it. You’d go nuts. I care what people say, but both extremes are dangerous.”

The drummer Roger Taylor, sipping champagne on a leather sofa in his penthouse duplex overlooking Battersea Park, finds the whole situation hilarious. “Oh God, we’ve always got stick for everything,” he grins. “People say, ‘You’re mistreating the legacy’, and I think, well, thanks for your concern, but it’s my f***ing legacy.”

Five years ago, it was announced that the band’s Greatest Hits LP was the UK’s biggest-selling album of all time, and now Queen have signed a new record deal with Island/Universal, after almost 40 years with EMI. The band —effectively May and Taylor (Mercury died in 1991, while the bass player, John Deacon, keeps his old colleagues “at arm’s length”, according to the guitarist) — will be spending the next 12 months revisiting their history.

The anniversary celebrations begin with a photography exhibition — Stormtroopers in Stilettos — that opens this week and focuses on the band’s nascent, ultra-pouty, satin-blouse-and-nail-polish years, most of the images coming from May’s own “air-conditioned and bomb-proof” archive. “I do look at those pictures in wonderment,” he says. “I’m so strange and angular and awkward and uncomfortable-looking. I used to be embarrassed by it, but now I feel really forgiving. It’s like looking at my own children.”

There's a basic truth there - you shouldn't be ashamed to reach a lot of people. What could be better than reaching a lot of people while retaining some intelligence?

Following that will be the re­release of their first five albums, from the ultra-glam, heavy-rock debut up to the panoramically ambitious A Night at the Opera and A Day at the Races, which marked the end of Queen part one. All will arrive as deluxe sets, with a wealth of extras, and all have been remastered by May and Taylor. The pair have been closer to their early material than they have been for years, and seem genuinely amazed by what they found. “You can hear how we wanted to be intense and passionate and heavy, but still very melodic,” May says. “We were always trying to find ways to fulfil what we heard in our heads.”

“What was always thrilling to me was when people really loved the records,” Taylor smiles. “There’s a basic truth there — you shouldn’t be ashamed to reach a lot of people. What could be better than reaching a lot of people while retaining some intelligence?”

Few groups can claim members born in King’s Lynn and Zanzibar, but then few groups are quite like Queen — “the most preposterous band that ever lived”, according to Mercury. May and Taylor met at Imperial College London in 1968 and formed a band called Smile. In early 1969, their own bass player introduced them to a friend of his called Farrokh (Freddie) Bulsara (later Mercury), who was studying art in Ealing. May and he had lived less than a mile from each other in Feltham, southwest London, but had never met.

“I remember the first time I went round to his house,” May says. “He wanted to play me Jimi Hendrix on his Dansette record player — he was totally obsessed with him. Even then, Freddie was a star — very shy, but he’d com­pensate by being grand and flamboyant. He was a serious dandy.”

“We got on immediately,” laughs Taylor, who teamed up with his new friend to set up a vintage clothes and art stall in Kensington Market. “We had a dream of being in a working band, but the only way to live was to sell the sort of outlandish clothes we loved. So we ponced around in velvet capes and tight trousers, and sold the look to other people.”

Freddie had his own bands, Ibex and Wreckage — the latter even supported the psychedelic journeymen Iron Butterfly — but both came to nothing. By late 1970, after he had tried out various day jobs, including working for a bootmaker, the friends came together as Queen. Taylor remembers their first gig being arranged by his mother: they secured £50 to play for the Red Cross in Truro. Soon after, they were doing regular gigs, and rehearsing, at Imperial College. The band signed to EMI in late 1972 and were introduced to the world with a showcase gig at the Marquee. Their first single, May’s Keep Yourself Alive, flopped on release, while their ambitious debut album also failed to make an impact. Meanwhile, David Bowie, for one, was developing into a huge success with a similar mix of high camp and hard rock. “It was a traumatic time,” Taylor says. “We always feared we’d been left behind. It took us such a long time to get any success.”

“Me and Freddie would travel up and down to our management on a No 9 bus, asking why nothing was happening or why we couldn’t get back in the studio,” May says. The band used downtime at a place Bowie had hired to record. The call might not come until 3am, but when it did, they would race in and work until the sun came up. “It was a shambles,” May laughs.

Queen embarked on a bout of prolonged, intensive touring, including an infamous US trip with Mott the Hoople. A Billboard review from 1974 admonished Mercury for “leaning a little too heavily on stage dramatics”, but that never bothered the increasingly devoted crowds too much. “Mott were perfect for us,” Taylor says. “They had an open-minded, very rock’n’roll, insane audience. They were liberated, colourful — not the normal rock crowd.”

“That was when we learnt how to be rock stars,” May smiles. “Just as you thought the day was over, one of Mott would burst into your room, loaded with bottles and whatever else, and off you’d go again. It was very, very full-on and very, very exciting.”

Fred wouldn’t get out of the van some nights. He and Brian had black-and-white fingernails, and literally wore dresses

All the touring made Queen II a proper hit; then Bowie helped out again by pulling out of Top of the Pops at the last moment. Queen filled in, and Seven Seas of Rhye became their first chart smash.

“We got our hook into the mainstream,” Taylor says. “The shows got bigger, but it was rough. Fred wouldn’t get out of the van some nights. He and Brian had black-and-white fingernails, and literally wore dresses, but the tough audiences in Liverpool and Glasgow and Newcastle loved us.”

The band’s third album, Sheer Heart Attack, pushed them over the top. The most heinous excesses were reined in, in favour of a streamlined, hit-delivering monster. Taylor describes it as “grand, but not preposterously so”. The single Killer Queen became their biggest hit yet.

Queen had other problems, however. Playing two shows a night on early tours left Mercury with nodes in his throat, and the band were in a “stifling” relationship with their management. “We were penniless,” May says. “They kept all the money and spent it on swimming pools.”

A new deal with Elton John’s manager, John Reid, promised to wipe out these worries, and the band soon delivered their next single, Bo­hemian Rhapsody. EMI turned it down flat, demanding a radio edit. No such cut was made, and the six-minute song stayed at No 1 for two months. The album that followed, A Night at the Opera, went Top 10 all over the world. Taylor laughs, recalling how, when Queen came to record A Day at the Races, they realised that Opera was “bloody impossible to follow up”.

All the looking back has made May and Taylor consider the 20 years that have passed since Mercury’s death. “These days, our creative fire is more like an ember that flickers occasionally,” Taylor says. May stirs his espresso and smiles. “I just wish he was here to enjoy this with us. He would love this. It was Roger and me in the beginning, and it’s Roger and me again, but Freddie’s always with us. He’s eternal, part of the fabric of every day of our lives.”

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[bbinkus11]

No. No. This is a dream. NOOOOOO THEY GON MESS IT UP I SWEAR!!

Jokes aside, they did really good with the Mario Movie and how they planned everything to do with it. But Zelda? I’m not sure how much trust to put in this. Also… LIVE ACTION???? Nooo….

There is lots and lots of lore and story put into the games of The Legend of Zelda. Especially with the complicated timeline, I’m really not sure how this is gonna turn out. Like which game would they build off story and lore from? What game would it simply be based on? My votes are Ocarina of Time + Majora’s Mask or Skyward Sword.

The casting better not be weird. If Tom Holland is Link, I’m pretty sure I would make sure to never see his face again. Anyways… as long as No one is someone cursed, I’m fine with it! As long as directors and writers stick with the Zelda theme, I’m fine with anything. (Except Tom Holland)

Overall, I’m not very excited for this. A live action movie with the Zelda theme, is something I don’t trust. With the game’s franchise having different variations of cartoon art styles, I don’t see why they would chose live action film style.

Eh, we’ll just have to wait and see. Fnaf movie and Mario came out good, so we’ll just have to wait…

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Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: at an awards show where you and Tom are nominated for a lot of awards together, you poke fun at the rumors about your relationship

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“Hello!” A journalist greeted you and Tom as you approached her on the red carpet of a low stakes award show. “You two are looking amazing.”

“Thank you.” You beamed, feeling the excitement of the night settle in with your first interview.

“Thanks so much.” Tom nodded in appreciation as he rested his hand on your back.

“So you two are nominated for quite a few awards tonight. How are you feeling? Nervous? Excited?” The journalist asked before holding her microphone out to the two of you.

“I’m really excited to be here. I’m more excited to be Y/n’s date, though. Look at her in this dress.” Tom stepped back so the camera could get a better look at your long red dress. “She’s better than any award.”

“Stop it. I don’t want to be flushed in the interviews.” You leaned against him as you briefly buried your face in his neck to hide your blush.

“Aw.” The journalist pouted at the camera. “So you two came here together?”

“We did. Almost all our nominations are together so it seemed like the right thing to do.” You explained as you kept one hand resting on Tom’s shoulder.

“That was my excuse for why I asked her.” Tom joked. “I really did it because I wanted to make everyone jealous that I had the prettiest date.”

“Oh, please.” You rolled your eyes. “He just wanted me as his date because he knows I bring snacks.”

“You brought snacks?” The journalist laughed into the microphone.

“I did.” You nodded excitedly. “I have like 6 types of candy in my bra. I have cookies and chocolate in my purse. You don’t even want to know where I’m hiding a granola bar.”

“I really want to know now.” The journalist raised her eyebrows at you.

“I’ll find out later and let you know.” Tom winked and you smacked him playfully.

“It’s the Nature Valley kind though so I’m scared to eat it.” You laughed. “They’re so crumbly.”

“Maybe you can step outside and eat it. Like a little snack break.” The journalist suggested.

“I could. I’ll do it during one of the boring speeches.” You joked.

“Who’s speech would you leave during?” The journalist asked you.

“Probably Tom’s.” You stated and he nodded along it humor you.

“Yeah. I tend to ramble.” He shrugged, making you laugh.

“Alright well I’ll let you guys get to the rest of the carpet.” The journalist said. “Thank you for chatting.”

“Thank you! Enjoy the night.” You waved goodbye to her as Tom picked up the train of your dress to make walking easier.

“She didn’t ask if we were a couple.” He whispered in your ear as you posed in front of the photographers.

“Are you upset that she didn’t?” You laughed as you looked at him.

“Frankly, I’m a little offended.” He said through a smile while keeping his eyes straight ahead.

“Don’t be. I’m sure we’ll get asked soon enough.” You told him. As far as the public was concerned, you and Tom were just friends. After being nominated for multiples joint awards for your performance as a couple in Far From Home, you had made a plan to tease the media if you won in an attempt to get them to stop asking if you were together.

“They better.” He grumbled in your ear before the both of you laughed.

He kept his hand on your back as you walked to the next journalist, the train of your dress in his other hand.

“Hi!” The journalist smiled happily at you as you stopped in front of him.

“Hello!” You matched his energy with a bright smile.

“Hey. How are you?” Tom asked politely.

“I’m doing well, thank you.” He nodded. “You two have quite a buzz around you tonight. Apparently you’re the couple to watch.”

“Any couple that’s half Tom Holland is a couple to watch. Haven’t you heard of Gyllenholland?” You raised an eyebrow and laughed.

“But that’s a bromance.” The journalist protested. “This seems more like a romance, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Unfortunately, we’re not together. There’s just something about me that he doesn’t like.” You sighed dramatically and looked away, making Tom and the journalist laugh.

“It’s the face. I can’t get past it.” Tom played along as he squished your cheeks between his fingers.

“So you’re really not a couple?” He asked as if he didn’t believe you. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Nope. Just friends.” You shook your head.

“Best friends.” Tom grinned at you before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“You two are adorable.” The journalist commented. “And you’re nominated for a lot of awards together tonight, aren’t you?”

“We are. And that’s the way it should be. I think people enjoyed our movie as much as they did because of what we created together. It was a two person job and I’m glad it’s being acknowledged as such.” You answered honestly, making Tom’s heart soar.

“Not all of the nominations are for the both of us, though.” Tom brought up. “Y/n is nominated for best actress. And guess who’s presenting that award?” He smiled proudly.

“That’s right! Congratulations.” The journalist praised you.

“Thank you. I’m really grateful for all the nominations.”

“I’m so proud of her. I can’t wait to give you that award later.” Tom looked at you fondly.

“If I win.” You reminded him.

“Of course you’ll win.” He scoffed. “I voted for you everyday.”

“Thank you.” You rested your head on his shoulder momentarily to thank him for his support.

“So if you do win one of the joint awards, who gets to take it home?” The journalist asked you.

“We’ll just have to win them both I guess.” Tom shrugged playfully.

“I hope you do.” The journalist smiled. “I’ll see you guys out there. Good luck.”

“Thank you.” Tom shook his hand before leading you towards the entrance of the building.

“Should we find our seats?” You asked him as you checked your lipstick in a compact mirror.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” He nodded before taking your hand and walking with you inside.

~

An hour later after a few performances and wards had been given out, it was time for you and Tom to present an award. You nervously chewed your bottom lip as you waited for your cue, going over your prepared speech in your head.

“You ready?” You whispered to Tom, sensing he was as nervous as you were.

“I’m never ready to read, especially not in front of thousands of people on live television.” He laughed nervously. You gave him an assuring smile as rubbed his back to calm him down.

“Hey, if you can’t make out a word, just squeeze my hand. I’ll help you out.” You told him. Tom smiled back and slipped his hand into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“We haven’t started yet.” You laughed at his action.

“I know.” He shrugged. “I just wanted to hold your hand.”

Before you could respond, a man with a headset came up to you and gave you a thumbs up.

“You’re on in three, two…”

“Hello everyone. We are here to present the nominees for best actor in a horror film.” Tom announced into his microphone. “Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to see any of these films because the ticket guy always thought I was a child.” He feigned a sad face, making the audience laugh. Their positive response calmed your nerves as you held your own microphone up.

“But don’t worry. I made sure I explained the plot to him once I got home.” You added.

“Only two of them made me wet the bed.” Tom read off the prompter, one of the lines he and you hadn’t written yourself. He made a face that you couldn’t help but laugh at, calming you even further.

“I can’t believe you read that line.” You laughed into your mic.

“I know. Who wrote that?” He wondered and the audience laughed along.

“Tonight, Tom and I are nominated for Best Onscreen Couple.” You continued. “Our chemistry on screen has left a lot of people wondering if we’re a dating in real life. We’re not, by the way.”

Tom was quiet for a moment as he blinked in confusion, hesitantly raising his microphone to his lips.

“We’re not?” He asked you as if this was the first he was hearing of it. It wasn’t, of course, as you had rehearsed this many times. Your face fell just like your practiced as the crowd laughed.

“No, we’re not.” You answered him flatly.

“I just - I thought we were.” His eyes darted around as he played dumb.

“Tom. We talked about this.” You said out of the corner of your mouth.

“But…but we make out all the time.” He said and the audience erupted with laughter. “Like what about that time in your trailer?”

“That was strictly platonic.” You shrugged.

“And in the elevator?” He asked.

“You had something stuck in your teeth. I was just being a good friend and getting it out.” You smiled smugly as you looked out at the crowd.

“All those times in my car?” He emphasized, making even you laugh.

“I was method acting.” You said simply.

“But - but it was months after production wrapped.” He reminded you, earning some applause as the audience caught on to what you were doing.

“I like to get really deep.” You insisted.

“Oh.” Tom looked at the floor for a moment before snapping into a smile. “And here are tonight’s nominees.”

You paused and let the audience laugh at your bit before reading the nominees off the prompter. Tom put his hand on your back, making you look at him. You smiled widely at your successful joke and he smiled back before taking your hand and giving it a squeeze.

~

You were sitting in your seats once again, impatiently waiting for the first category you were nominated for to be announced.

“I’m kinda nervous.” Tom leaned over to whisper in your ear among the buzz of the crowd.

“Would bra candy make it better?” You chuckled as you pulled a small Swedish Fish out of your décolletage.

“Has this been on your bare body?” He laughed in disbelief as he took the candy.

“Maybe?” You said sheepishly, looking around for anyone who might overhear.

“I can’t stand you.” His whole body shook with laughter as he popped it in his mouth. “It tastes like how your perfume smells.”

“Really?” You grimaced. “I don’t know how I feel about it.”

“Me either.” He sucked it out of his teeth. “Can I have another piece?”

You shoved his playfully for the bad joke before fishing another out for him.

“Here.” You placed it in the palm of his hands. “Wait, shhh! They’re announcing the winners.”

“This is really chewy.” Tom commented ad he struggled the swallow the candy. You ignored his problem as you excitedly gripped his arm. He continued chewing but managed to slip his hand into yours and clutch it anxiously as the nominees were read.

“And the winners for best onscreen kiss are…Tom Holland and Y/n L/n in Spiderman: Far From Home.”

The audience erupted into applause for the two of you, but all you could hear was Toms incessant chewing.

“Stop chewing. We gotta go.” You giggled as you pulled him out of his seat.

“Mhhhfh hmhph.” He said through a mouthful as he pulled you into a celebratory hug. You held hands on the way up to the podium as the infamous kiss played on the enormous screen. You hugged the presenter before standing in front of the microphone and beaming at the crowd.

“Hi! Thank you so you much for this award. Its always such a huge - - woah.” You trailed off and looked at Tom up and down, gulping loudly into the microphone.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you.

“There’s a lot of sexual tension up here.” You blew out a breath and fanned yourself. “Whew.”

The audience laughed at your bit but you were determined not to break.

“I was about to say.” Tom tweaked his head and rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at you. You both fidgeting with your clothing in an attempt to look busy as you avoiding eye contact.

“Um.” You laughed awkwardly into the microphone and gripped the podium. “What was I talking about?”

“I believe your last word was ‘huge’.” He said weakly, finally making eye contact with you. A chuckle went through the crowd as more caught on to the joke. You held each other’s gaze for a moment before quickly looking away.

“Right.” You nodded. “This is such a huge…a huge… sorry, what’s this award for?” You pretended to wipe sweat of your forehead as you turned around to read the screen.

“I believe it was Best Kiss.” Tom said before taking a deep, dramatic breath. You stared at each other for a long time, the only sound in the room now being your swallow breaths.

“Are we - - are we about to kiss?” You asked through a forced laugh before making your face completely serious. Tom raised his eyebrows before nodding and beginning to lean it. You leaned in to and right before your lips could touch, your heads snapped towards the crowd.

“Thank you so much!” You held up the award with a huge smile. “We love you guys! Thank you!”

This got a much bigger reaction than the last time as people cheered and laughed at your performance.

“That went well.” You gripped Toms sleeve in excitement as you walked back to your seats. “We got a lot of laughs.”

“I got a lot of laughs. You were a little flat.” He teased, pretending to flip hair behind his shoulder as you sat down.

“Mmm. Love you too.” You cupped his chin and narrowed your eyes at him. The actors and singers around you congratulated you on your first win on the night, all saying you got them with the fake out kiss.

The evening continued with an elated cloud over your seating area as you and Tom soaked up the win.

“Is it just me, or are the cameras hovering around us?” He said suddenly, calling your attention to the many cameras pointed in your direction. You waved at one and the camera man waved back.

“Trying to catch a stolen kiss I presume.” You shrugged as you gripped the award.

“Like we’d ruin the surprise.” He scoffed and put his arm around your shoulders. The second award you were nominated for together was next and your leg was already bouncing.

“I’m gonna be more disappointed in not doing our acceptance speech than I’d be in losing if we don’t get this award.” Tom said, practically reading your mind.

“I know.” You squeezed his knee anxiously. “Fingers crossed.”

“Good luck, darling.” He pulled you in closer and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I don’t need luck when I have the best screen partner in the world.” You raised your eyebrows at him as you leaned into his body. You stayed in that position as Vanessa Hudgens read the nominees.

“And tonight’s winners for Best Onscreen Couple…Tom Holland and Y/n L/n!” She announced with a smile.

“See?” You smirked at Tom as you stood up.

“Guess I should tell you you’re welcome.” He teased as he scooped you into a tight embrace. He gathered the train of your dress in hand and helped you out of the aisle.

“I’m shaking.” You whispered to him as you made your way to the steps of the stage. “I’m gonna fall.”

“I got you, darling. I won’t let you fall.” He said as he took your hand with his free one and helped you up the stairs. You hugged Vanessa tightly once you got to the podium, whispering in her ear about being a fan.

“Thank you so much for this award.” Tom began your rehearsed acceptance speech. “I’ve always wanted to win best couple.”

“Onscreen couple.” You leaned towards the microphone to correct him. He looked at you in confusion but kept a smile on his face.

“What?”

“We won for best onscreen couple.” You pointed behind you. “Not best couple.”

“Oh.” He nodded like he understood. “So what did we win Best Couple for?”

“We didn’t, since we’re not a couple.” You said slowly, bringing back your joke from earlier in the evening. The audience chuckled as Tom made a show of reading the award and the screen behind him.

“Are you sure?” He asked suddenly, as if he didn’t believe you.

“Oh My God.” You groaned as you rubbed your eyes.

“Cause I feel like we are.” He gestured between the two of you. You shrugged a little and scooted closer to him while batting your lashes.

“I mean…do you wanna be?” You feigned shyness as you tucked some hair behind your ear.

“I don’t know.” He fumbled with the buttons on his suit jacket. “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged and looked away. “What do you want to do?”

“I could get my mom to text your mom and they could set something up.” He suggested as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Okay.” You smiled and picked up the award. “Maybe later we could like, you know.”

You shrugged and he laughed shyly.

“Uh Huh.” He nodded eagerly. “Or we could do like whatever.”

“Yeah.” You let out a shaky breath. “Whatever.”

The two of you smiled in appreciation at the crowd before walking off, award tucked in the crook of your elbow and hands intertwined.

~

“This is the one I’m most excited for.” Tom told you as you waiting for Best Actress to be announced. Tom was the one presenting it, which only made your anxiety spike.

“But it’s just me.” You laughed as you looked at him.

“I know.” He shrugged bashfully. “You don’t need me to win. You’re the real reason people voted for us.”

“You’re just saying that.” You shook your head and put your hand on his bicep.

“Cause it’s true.” He insisted. “You got this.”

“Thanks for voting for me.” You answered sincerely, dragging your fingertips along his cheek.

“How could I not?” He tilted his head before getting tapped by one of the stage assistants. “I gotta go. Good luck.”

He brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles before following the assistant backstage.

You ran your hands over the arm rest, wishing Tom was still beside you to calm your nerves. You only had to wait about twenty minutes before Tom walked on stage with the envelope in hand.

“Nice to see you all again.” Tom greeted. “I know it’s strange to see me without my partner in crime, but she’s busy running through her acceptance speech in her head. Have I pissed off all the other Best Actress nominees? I bet I have.” He joked, earning a few laughs.

“Here are tonight’s nominees for Best Actress.”

You clapped for very nominated actress, noticing the wink Tom sent you when your name was displayed on the screen. Finally, it was time to announce the winner.

“And the winner of Best Actress is…” Tom’s eyes flicked up from the card before looking down again. You shut your eyes tightly and it felt like there was no air in the entire room.

“Y/n L/n.”

Your eyes flew open when you heard Tom call your name. You looked at the stage first, seeing him clapping and whistling for you with a proud smile. The people around you congratulating you, patting your back and rubbing your shoulders as you walked towards the stage. Tom had tears in his eyes as he met you at the top of the stairs, helping you stay balanced in your way to the podium. Tom got there first and took the ward off the podium and held it out to you.

“Here you go, baby.” Tom handed you the award.

Before you could take another step, he took your face between his hands and kissed you firmly. He smiled softly at you once he pulled way as you touched your fingertips to your lips in surprise.

He stepped back and let you move towards the microphone, still feeling flustered from the kiss and the win. You looked at the crowd and felt your mind go blank and they roared with applause. You looked over your shoulder at Tom, who gave you an assuring smile and mouthed “go on.” You blew out a breath and turned back to the audience, having a better grasp on what you wanted to say now.

“I can assure you, I was expecting that as much as you were.” You let out a breathy laugh and the audience laughed too.

“Thank you so much for this. This award means a lot to me.” You held up the award to punctuate your sentence. “I went into this movie thinking it would be a great opportunity to do something different than what I’m used to. I certainly didn’t go into this movie thinking I’d meet the love of my life.” You paused and smiled as a hush fell over the crowd. “Tom and I fell in love over scripts and cups of coffee at midnight, so much in love that I’m not sure I deserve this award because I wasn’t acting. Every soft touch and stolen glance, that was just me being in love with my scene partner.”

You stopped and let the audience clap for your statement, looking over your shoulder at Tom before continuing.

“I guess the secrets out now.” You laughed as you shook your head. “We had a running bet on who would accidentally reveal it first. So in addition to the three awards I won tonight, I will be getting twenty dollars.”

You heard Tom chuckling from behind you and felt compelled to finish up so you could hug him.

“All jokes aside, the number one person I want to thank tonight is Tom. I couldn’t have done this without you. And I’d never want to. I hope I spend the rest of my career sneaking Swedish Fish into award shows with you. Thank you.” You held up the award one last time before turning to Tom. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground, spinning you around as he pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek.

“Sorry about that. I couldn’t help myself. I was too proud of you.” He smiled as he set you down. You began to walk backstage together, hand in hand.

“It’s all right.” You assured him. “I always appreciate a romantic gesture.”

Tom stayed quiet as you made your way back to your seats, a strange look troubling his handsome features.

“What is it?” You asked as you sat down again. Tom pursed his lips as a shy smile lit up his face.

“That was the first time you said you loved me.” He said timidly as he scratched behind his ear. Your mouth opened and shut as you found yourself at a loss for words. In the excitement of the moment, you hadn’t even realized you admitted your real feelings for him. You’d only been dating two months and while you loved him whole heartedly, you had never had the guts to tell him. Tom looked at you expectingly as he awaited your answer. Knowing there was no going back, you shrugged it off.

“Well I do.” You said finally, making his smile grow. “Is that all right?”

“Is that all right?” He laughed and took your hand in his, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “Yeah. That’s all right.”

“Good. Because I do love you.” You leaned into him and rubbed your nose against his. He scrunched his nose as you made contact, still holding tightly to your hand.

“I love you too.” He said for the first time, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. “Congratulations, darling.”

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of pubs and profs pt.2 [tom holland x reader]

➽ pairing: professor!tom x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 2.7k ➽ summary: for some reason, you just can’t say no to tom holland, even if you know that it’ll end in sadness.   ➽ warnings: explicit language, mentions of sm!t ➽ a/n: you all voted for opap pt.2, so here it is!! enjoy! masterlist/taglist in bio!

Your heart was in your throat for the entirety of class, and it only got worse when Tom dismissed the class. You had been terrified for when class ended and you had to talk to Tom. You gathered your stuff in your bag and lingered awkwardly. Once when the room was empty, Tom got up from his place at his desk and shut the door, and then he turned to you. “I think we should… Address the obvious here,” he started. “I want you to know that I like you. I really do, but--”

“But we can’t be together,” you supplied quickly. “I know. I should’ve asked what your job was.”

“Well, there was no reason for you to,” Tom said. His eyes were focused on you, and the contact was too much; you looked down at your lap. As cliche as it was, seeing his pretty eyes only reminded you of your night and the way they glittered as he looked down at you. “I… I feel partially responsible. I knew that you were the right age to be a student, I just didn’t think about it, I was so distracted and blinded by…”

“By…?” You said. “By what?” 

Tom shrugged. “You,” he said. “You are so beautiful, and… I was distracted by my own desires and wasn’t thinking rationally. Please don’t blame yourself; I’m as responsible as you are.” 

You chewed the inside of your cheek, and you mumbled, “Guess we gotta break up, huh?” 

“Would be for the best,” Tom agreed. “That being said, you… You left something at my apartment.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What?” you asked. 

Tom laughed, his cheeks growing red. “You seem to have left your panties,” he said. “I put them through the wash, they’re all clean for you. Unless you’d rather me keep them...?” 

You had noticed that you left your panties at his apartment, but that was the plan. In the best circumstances, you would have called him that night and asked about them, and you would have had an excuse to go back and retrieve them. However, given everything, you would need them back. “No, no,” you said. “You can keep them. Throw them away. Whatever.” 

“Are you sure?” Tom asked. “They seem expensive.”

“Just keep them,” you said softly. “‘Cause how would I get them? Go to your apartment? You’d bring them to class? There’s no way to do that innocently.” 

Tom sighed. “You’re right, I guess,” he said. “Well, at least one of us has our head on straight.” 

You tilted your head in confusion, and Tom added, “It’s so, so wrong, but, darling… I was so happy with you. That sounds stupid, but I slept easy with you in my arms. I had gotten into a habit of not sleeping at all, but you made me feel happy and safe and comfortable enough to… Anyway. I have feelings for you, my darling, and I can’t just overlook them.” 

“Tom, we can’t,” you whispered. “You could lose your job, I could get expelled. I like you a lot too, but we just can’t.” 

Tom nodded, and he wrung his hands together. He was perched on the corner of his desk like at the beginning of class, and he said, “You’re right. You’re right, darling. You’re so smart… Well, I have my phone number in the syllabus in the event that email goes down, so there’s an excuse for having my number in your phone. I… I will see you on Friday, then, Ms. Y/L/N.” 

You nodded. “See ya, Dr. Holland.”

“Alright, tell me about Tom.” 

A pang of sadness hit your chest, and you looked up from your computer at Zendaya. “What?”

“Your new boyfriend,” Zendaya said, playfully jabbing your ribs. “I wanna hear about him.” 

“Oh,” you started. You were dying to tell her all about the scandal that you had found myself in, but you were scared to admit it. “Well, his name is Tom. He’s from London.” 

“How old is he?” Zen asked. 

“Umm…” you started. “In his mid-twenties.”

Zendaya nodded. “His job?” she asked next. “Does he have one?”

“Yeah, yeah, he does,” you mumbled under your breath. “You… You can’t tell anyone this.” 

“Ooh, is it juicy?” She asked, readjusting herself on the couch for the incoming gossip. 

“Yeah,” you said. “He’s a… Umm, a professor.” 

“At our university?” Zen asked, and you nodded. “What does he teach?”

You swallowed thickly. “English lit.”

“Oh, does he know this Dr. Holland guy?” She asked. “I have his class tomorrow morning; you had him this morning, right?”

You sucked in air through your teeth as shame filled your chest. “I did, yep,” you said. “And he does know Dr. Holland… Because he is Dr. Holland.” 

Zendaya sat for a moment, blinking at you. “You…” she started. “You fucked our professor?”

“I didn’t know he was our professor when I fucked him,” you scoffed. “C’mon, Zen, give me more credit than that! But we talked after class and we broke up. It’s better, ya know?” 

“Oh my God,” Zendaya laughed. “Oh, that’s really funny, Y/N. You fucked our professor, that’s--”

“Alright, stop,” you said. Your phone buzzed against your thigh, but you paid it no mind. “I’m in mourning right now, just…” 

“Oh,” Zen mumbled. “Shit. You really liked this guy, huh?” 

“I did,” you nodded. “Like… Love at first sight. That’s stupid, but… I really, really liked him, and not just because he was good in bed. He was sweet and funny and so handsome, and we really got along. I... “ Your phone buzzed again, and you looked down to see a flurry of text messages from Big Dick Tom. “Oh, Jesus, he’s texting me.” 

10:32PM - Big Dick Tom: I’m so sorry. 10:32PM - Big Dick Tom: I’m such an asshole please  10:34PM - Big Dick Tom: Please take me back. 

10:36PM - Y/N: you shouldn’t be texting me right now. i already told you, i can’t be with you. 

“He seems drunk,” Zendaya said, and you tilted your phone away from her. 

“Invasive,” you chuckled, but your heart still sank. She was right; he did seem like he was drinking. 

10:37PM - Big Dick Tom: I’m so sorry darling. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. 

10:38PM - Y/N: you didn’t. just leave it alone.

Before you could properly close the conversation, your phone began to ring with a call. “Christ,” you mumbled. “He’s calling me now.” 

“Put it on speaker,” Zendaya said, and you batted her away. 

“What did I say about you being invasive?” you said, but did as she asked anyway. “Tom, what’re you--”

“I’m the biggest asshole in the world,” Tom said quickly. “Please, darling, please forgive me.” 

“It’s already done, Tom,” you told him. “You’re forgiven. You really can’t keep texting me and calling me like this.” 

“I know!” Tom sighed. “It’s fuckin’… God. I miss you.” 

“I’m gonna hang up,” you said quickly. 

“No, please don’t,” Tom whimpered out. “I just miss you. You’re so pretty and smell so nice, and I loved sleeping next to you. Can we meet somewhere? I wanna see you. I miss you.” 

“It’s half ten,” you sighed. “Nowhere’s open. And we can’t do that anyway, we can’t be seen together--” 

“Oh, fuck off!” Tom groaned. His accent was thick, his voice low, and you swallowed thickly. The sound of it was attractive, and you couldn’t stop the thought of him whispering in your ear with that voice, a hand in your hair and the other… 

Your train of thought was completely derailed when you heard a shattering from Tom’s end of the call. “Tom!” you exclaimed. “What was that? Are you okay?” 

“Threw a bottle,” Tom mumbled. 

“Christ,” you whispered. “You’re drinking, aren’t you?” 

“You know something? I am,” Tom said. “Why do you care, though? It’s not like we’re dating or anything.”

“I care about you, you dick,” you told him. “You’re acting like this isn’t hard for me too. I told you that we had something special, Tommy, and, if things were different… Ya know? I like you, you piece of shit, just… Christ, I’m coming over.” 

“Why?” Tom asked. 

“Because I don’t think you can be alone right now,” you said. “You’re drunk and throwing things.”

“What happened to ‘we can’t be seen together’?” Tom asked. 

“Do you want to see me or not?” you asked. 

There was silence for a few long moments, and you almost thought that you had misread the situation. Then, Tom said, “I do. How soon will you be here?”

“Give me like half an hour,” you said. “Please don’t do anything stupid until I get there.” 

You remembered the way to Tom’s apartment, and you got there quickly. You had to knock on his day and wait for him to answer, and your heart sank deep when he revealed himself. Sweatpants and a t-shirt, his hair undone and frizzy with unkempt curls, his cheeks red with drink. He was holding his hand away from his body oddly, and you saw thin streaks of blood on his fingers and palm. “Hi,” Tom said simply. 

“What happened?” you asked, taking his hand in yours. You saw a little glimmer of green glass in one of the cuts, and you tugged him to the bathroom, kicking the door shut. “Did you really smash a bottle?”

You sat Tom on the edge of the bathtub and began to look through the medicine cabinet for anything that could help bandage up his hand. “Felt like it,” Tom sniffed. 

“Jesus,” you whispered. “Tommy, listen, we both know how terrible this is, but getting angry like this isn’t gonna help anything. Fuck, do you have any antiseptic?” 

“Under the sink,” Tom told you. “I wish things were different.” 

“Me too,” you admitted. You retrieved the bottle and a few cotton balls, along with a set of tweezers and a roll of gauze, and you sat down in front of him. Carefully, you pulled his injured hand towards you, and you began to extract the glass bits with care. Tom winced every so often and you apologized, and, finally, once that bit was done, you began to clean up the cuts. 

“I…” you began. “I should drop your class.”

“Why?” Tom asked. “Am I… Do I make you uncomfortable?” 

“No, no, no,” you said quickly. “Not at all. I just can’t focus. I’ll never pass.” 

“Why can’t you focus?” Tom asked. “Is someone giving you a hard time?”

You had to remind yourself that Tom had been drinking. “You are, doofus,” you scoffed. “I can’t focus on the lecture when you’re the one giving it. If I stay, I’m gonna need tutoring out the ass.” 

Tom pulled his hand away from you with a gasp, and you almost thought that you had hurt him, but the smile on his thin lips said differently. “That’s how we do it,” he said. “Tutoring. I tutor you! We get to meet at least once a week outside of class, in my office, alone… Would you want that, my darling?”

Your knee-jerk reaction was to say yes. After all, you did want to be with Tom, but anxiety kept you from instantly agreeing. “What if we get caught?” you asked. “It’s your job on the line, and my scholarship, I might even get expelled. It’s so… We just can’t.” 

“But isn’t that a bit exciting?” Tom asked. “The rush of it!”

“You’re insane,” you huffed, grabbing at Tom’s hand, but he stopped you. 

“Am I?” he asked. “Or am I actually smart?”

You chewed your lip as you considered it. The fact that you were even considering it at all was enough to make your breath falter in your chest, but you had to admit that Tom was making a good argument. Anyway, you only had his class for one term. 16 weeks. That wasn’t that long, in the grand scheme of things. You could do it, if you were careful. “Let me sleep on it,” you said softly. “I wanna do it, but… I don’t know. There’s so much at stake.” Tom nodded in understanding, and you whispered, “And you might think differently when you’re sober.” 

“I won’t,” Tom said. “I’ll still think you’re the best girl there is.” 

“You hardly know me,” you said softly, looking up at him. You wound the gauze around his hand, trying to cover the cuts, but his other hand cupping your cheek stopped you. 

“That might be true,” Tom said. “But you’re special. I know it.” 

“You are too, Tommy.” 

The smell of coffee filled your head, and you squeaked as you stretched. It smelled different than usual, lighter than Zendaya’s usual dark roast, and your heart nearly stopped. It wasn’t coffee. It was tea. 

You shot up in bed, gathering the blankets in your fists. Tom’s bedroom. Tom’s bed. Tom was making tea. You studied yourself, trying to assess the damages, and you found bruises littering your hips and thighs. If you could see your neck, you would bet that he had left hickeys there too. 

You cursed yourself every which way to Sunday as you got out of bed. You knew what was bound to happen if you saw Tom again, and there you were, right back where the problem had started. Your arms felt weak as you shoved your shirt from the night before back on, and you whirled around. Bra. You had left your bra. 

“Woah,” a low chuckle came from the doorway. Tom stood there, grey sweatpants and damp hair, absently stirring a spoon in a mug. “Late to class?” 

“No,” you said quickly. “I need to--” 

“Need to go,” Tom sighed. You saw a perfect mouth-shaped bruise just under his nipple, and the sight of it stopped you. You remembered every beat from the night before, every kiss, touch, breath, and moan, and the memory of his hands was enough to stop you dead. “Right.”

“No, actually,” you said, taking a breath. Your intentions had flipped as soon as you remembered, and you scrambled for an excuse. “Need to go to the bathroom. I don’t remember if I went after we finished last night.” 

“Ah,” Tom hummed slowly. “What’s it called? UTI?”

“Yes, and they can be painful,” you said quickly. 

Tom smiled, a sleepy, fuzzy thing, and he pulled you into him with one arm. His lips were warm against your forehead, and he whispered, “Good morning, sweetness. Glad you slept well.”

“Well, you nearly exhausted me last night,” you chuckled. Your arms circled his waist and you pressed your nose into his hard chest. “Would’ve been impossible for me not to.” 

Tom landed a kiss in your hair, and he said, “I didn’t wake you up, did I? Seems to be my superpower.” 

“No,” you said. “The tea did. I’m used to coffee.” 

“Oh, my darling, you need to get familiar with tea,” Tom said. “I’m from Southwest London, we do tea.” With that, he offered you his mug, and you peered in for a moment, assessing the light tan drink, before you carefully took it and took a sip. It was warm and tasted good, lighter than coffee, and you nodded carefully. 

“I think I like coffee better,” you whispered, and Tom gasped. 

“You just insulted the whole of England,” he said. “How dare you.” 

“To be fair, England deserves to be insulted,” you said quickly. “Most independence days that are celebrated are celebrating independence from your whack-ass country.”

“That’s…!” Tom began, then sighed. “Yeah, no, that’s fair. Well, do you want me to pop out and get you a coffee?” 

You giggled. “No, I’m alright,” you said. “I’ll make it work with your pathetic leaf water.” 

“Better than bean water,” Tom said, sipping his tea. 

You laughed at him. “Did you really just shade me and sip tea at the same time?”

“What does any of that mean?” Tom asked. “Is that a meme?”

“Jesus, you’re not that much older than me!” you laughed. “I’ll have to teach you memes.”

“And I’ll have to teach you not to sass me,” Tom said. “You can get awful lippy, my darling.” 

“I sure can,” you said and bit your lip as you played with the band of his sweatpants. “Want me to show you?” 

“You little minx,” Tom smirked. “I’d never say no to you.” 

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[webslinger-holland]

Little Flirt | Tom Holland

Summary: In which, Tom Holland decides to flirt with his choreographer for his upcoming Lip Sync Battle...

Warning: harmless flirting and inappropriate jokes

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Type: Oneshot

MASTERLIST

At the given moment, Tom Holland was in his own little world. He danced to his own pleasure, not following the instructions of his choreographer. He hummed in tune with the song and moved his body around in a cringe worthy manner.

“Tom!” Tom’s choreographer shouted over the blasting music. “Can we at least try to get your routine down first before you start going all freestyle on me?”

He smirked at her and continued to let his body flow in tune with the music. “You know what else I would be willing to go down on?”

She rolled her eyes at him and walked over to the bluetooth speaker, turning off the music. He groaned in protest and opened his mouth to answer his own question, but she had quickly silenced him by raising her hand up to him.

“Do not answer that,” she said strictly. “Look, do you want to win this thing?” He nodded his head eagerly. “Then you are going to have to do exactly what I say. Understand?”

“Are you always this sassy and bossy?”

“I don't know. Are you always this childish?” She snapped back. He simply chuckled at her, shaking his head. 

“I run on caffeine, sarcasm, and inappropriate thoughts, darling. So to answer your question...yes. I am always this childish. Some might suggest it being my middle name,” Tom joked.

“I know for a fact that your middle name is not childish. It’s Stanley,” Y/N corrected him.

“Did you google me to find out that answer?” Tom remarked in curiosity.

He crossed his arms over his chest, smirking at her reaction. She had opened her mouth to protest, but ended up just closing it when no words came out. He chuckled softly at her.

“What’s wrong, love? Cat got your tongue?” He wondered.

Y/N glared at him before spinning on her heels, walking over to the speaker again and turning it on. “Again from the top,” she ordered him. He looked over at her with a smirk playing on his lips.

“Yes ma'am.”

“You really know how to get under her skin, don't you?” Harrison told Tom. The both of them were leaning up against the wall, watching the choreographer scurry around her studio in attempts to find some dance shoes.

“It’s almost too easy,” Tom chuckled.

“Hey,” Y/N called to them. “Are we going to get to work or what?”

“Am I making you frustrated, love?” Tom smiled.

“Please,” Y/N scoffed at him. “If I wanted to kill myself, I would simply climb your ego and jump to your IG.” Harrison chocked back a laugh and Tom frowned at her.

“Did you just insult me?” Tom asked her. He placed a hand on his heart as if to show that he was hurt by her words. He just loved teasing her.

“No. I wasn't insulting you. I was describing you.” Harrison laughed out loud, and he had to cover his own mouth to contain his laughter. Tom glared across the room at Y/N. “What’s wrong, love? Cat got your tongue?” Y/N mimicked the british boy perfectly.

Tom stormed off out of the room with a loud huff. She shrugged her shoulders at her side and smirked to herself in victory. “I believe you won that round, darling.” Harrison laughed.

“Yes. I believe I did.”

Tom held up his costume that he was going to wear for his Rihanna Umbrella performance. His choreographer couldn’t help but wince at the mere sight of the skanky outfit. She gazed at the leathery attire. “You are wearing that?”

“I know. I know you would much rather see me in something else or maybe you would prefer nothing at all,” Tom said. She rolled her eyes at him. “I plan on...”

“Humiliating yourself in public? That’s nice,” she said. She nodded her head in confirmation. “But you do know Zendaya is going to kick your ass, right?”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence. Just remember, you are my instructor. If I fail, you fail right beside me,” Tom spoke directly to her. She shook her head and laughed at him slightly.

“I am so jealous of the people who don’t know you,” She confessed.

Tom would exit the fitting room in his full leather outfit. His choreographer had winced at his look. She shook her head in disbelief. He could only smirk at her reaction. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking her up and down. “What? Does this turn you on?”

“Quite the opposite actually. It turns me off,” she admitted. “I can’t believe you are actually going to go through with this? What are you? Twelve?” She asked him.

“Yes. On a scale of one to ten,” Tom remarked. She rolled her eyes in annoyance. She made her way out of the studio with her student following close behind her. She stopped to stand by the curtain. They both lookout out onto the stage.

“Alright. Well, don’t blame me if you trip and fall on your ass. The water was your idea. It wasn’t mine,” she insisted. She lifted her hands up in defeat. He chuckled softly and shook his head at her.

“I am going to be fine,” Tom claimed. He looked down at her and gently took hold of her hands in his own. “You know, if I don’t make it back alive...I just wanted to tell you that I love you,” Tom was a sucker for being dramatic.

“It’s good that you are confessing now because Zendaya is literally going to slay you,” she said. 

“Why are you rooting for her? I am your student!”

“Yes. And I have zero confidence in you,” Y/N laughed.

“Wish me luck?” Tom asked. He leaned forward in hopes of getting a little something in return, but she shook her head and leaned away form him. She pushed him away very gently.

“Oh no. You don't. If you think that I am going to give you a good luck kiss, then you have got another thing coming,” Y/N said with a shake of her head. He was quick to lean down to plant one single kiss on her cheek. She opened her mouth in disbelief as he hurried past her onto the stage. “You little flirt!” She scoffed at him.

“Promise me one thing?” Tom said. He had turned around to look back at her. She crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head to the side in curiosity. “If I end up winning the Lip Sync Battle, you have to promise me you will go on a date with me.” Tom challenged.

“I already know you are going to lose,” Y/N said. She threw her hands up at his cheeky remark.

“Then you should have no problem agreeing to our little bet,” Tom shrugged his shoulders. There was a split moment of silence between the two of them. The announcer spoke through the speakers to silence the loud crowd, claiming that they were back from their commercial break. “Do we have a deal?” Tom wondered.

She pursed her lips together in thought, slowly nodding her head in agreement. “Alright. Deal.”

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[farfromparker]

Dirty little joy | t.h.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Ok. So! What if you and Tom were watching porn together (cuz some couples do that) and you come across a video with him in it and Tom is super embarrassed but the reader insist on watching it and gets super turned on cuz holy shit there’s a video of her boyfriend jerking himself off for all to see so she gets rlly dominant and possessive and “reminds him who he belongs to”. In short she ties him up and fucks him till he can’t remember his own name. A fucking POWER MOVE

Warnings: just good ole smut

A/N: Shout out to @xximaweirdoxx​ for the request and honestly just being the best!! 

Word Count: 2.3k

You hear the front door open and you bite your lip as you look at the screen, the pornhub homepage staring back at you. Tom and you had talked about this, but the idea still made you nervous, you wanted to do this but you wanted to make  he was going to enjoy this too. 

You ready yourself, hoping up off the bed and heading towards the front of the house. 

“Hey darling,” Tom says, emptying his pockets of the random assortment of things he’s gathered throughout the day; keys, a business card, and a mint. 

“Hi Tommy,” you say, leaning in to kiss his cheek. 

He gives you a look, knowing you only use that nickname when you’re turned on. He places his hands on your hips and cocks an eyebrow. “What have you been thinking about?”

You can feel the heat settle on your cheeks, pressing your lips into a thin line. “Okay, so we’ve talked about it before and I just was hoping you’d want to do it tonight...?”

He’s thinking, the cogs in his head turning, “You’re going to have to help me out here love, we’ve talked about a few things in the bedroom.” He says with a wink. 

And okay, he’s totally right. “Um… watching porn together?”

There’s a flash of something across his face but it disappears almost as quickly as it came. “Yeah,” he breaths, “yeah, we can definitely do that.”

“Yeah?” You’re smiling, arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach. He nods, smiling back and he easily lets you pull him back to the bedroom. 

He laughs when he sees your laptop on the bed, website already open, “So you knew I’d say yes, huh?”  

You pull your shorts off before settling onto the bed. He strips down to his boxers and joins you. “I was pretty confident that you couldn’t say no to me.”

He pushes your hair off your shoulder and leans in, kissing along your neck. “Yeah, you’re right about that.”

He pulls the neck of you shirt to the side, wanting to reach more of your skin but you shrug him off. “Tom,” you whine, “focus. What do you wanna watch?”

He leans in again though, smiling against your skin, “Whatever you want to watch, love.”

You purse your lips, thinking. You’d always been partial to solo guy videos but you’re pretty sure Tom would rather watch something else. Biting your lip, his words repeat in your mind whatever you want to watch... 

Fuck it. 

You type in male solo and a plethora of videos span out before you. Tom’s sucking on your neck now, and there are tiny noises slipping past your lips.  

Focus, focus. 

You scroll through the videos, trying to find one that peaks your interest from the screen cap alone. When you click onto page two, your mouse hovers over the third video from the top. The man is lean, body reminding you of Tom so you’re already intrigued. The caption is simple, hot guy jacks off. There’s nothing extraordinary about the whole thing and yet you can’t bring yourself to scroll past it. 

You give in, clicking on the video and bringing your hands up to Tom’s body. He feels your attention finally turn to him and so he moves and finds your lips. You open up to him, tongue finding his as he presses into you harder. 

Love watching me, don’t ya darling?

You pull back quickly, stunned. That was definitely Tom’s voice, but his lips were definitely on yours when you heard it. He’s staring back at you, eyes wide and you glance towards the computer screen. 

Your mouth drops open as you register what you’re looking at. Your boyfriend, the one who’s definitely in bed with your right now, is also on your computer screen. He’s laid out, stroking his cock absentmindedly, staring into the camera and straight into your eyes. 

Quickly you register things about the video. He didn’t do this at home, the video quality is top notch, there's a logo in the corner; cock-y boys in terrible font, and the room he’s in is staged so obviously you know no one actually lives there. 

“Tom? You - you did porn?” 

Somehow, your question snaps him out of his daze and he reaches over to snap the laptop shut. There’s a lag though and for a moment, his electronic moans reverberate around the room. 

He looks absolutely petrified, you’ve never seen him so red, eyes wide. He moves away from you and stands up, scrubbing his hands over his face. 

“I should have just told you on our first date. But I liked you so much and I was worried it would scare you off. And I haven’t done it - that was so long ago!” He’s pointing at the computer like it was his associate in all of this. “And I never had sex with someone on film. That was part of my deal, only solo videos and -”

“Videos?” You cut him off, brain reeling from the massive amount of new information. 

His jaw clenches, he’s trying to read your expression but you’re still processing. He sighs, “Five total.”

“And you thought this would scare me off?” 

Tentatively, he sits back onto the bed, you’re not screaming at him so he assumes this is a good sign. “Yeah, I told a girl I went out with before I met you and she lost it, called me a pervert and I didn’t even really like her. Then when I met you… I just didn’t want to screw it up. But I - I should have been honest with you from the beginning.”

And well yes, he definitely should have just told you to begin with, you can understand why he didn’t, why he might have been worried about this particular skeleton in his closet. But you’re curious now, more than curious, because there are five videos of your boyfriend jerking off on the internet. What does he do differently in each video? What are the views? What do the comments say? 

You reach back over for your laptop and open it up. He sputters next to you, watching as you type in your password. “What are you doing?”

“There are five videos of you out there, think I deserve to see them, don’t you?”

Somehow, he turns an even darker shade of red, “You want to watch them?”

You simply hit play on the video as an answer, his small moans and gasps filling the room again. He was young when he filmed this one, you’re guessing 20. Curls unruly, body leaner than he is now, less muscle. He’s cocky - though you suppose with that logo name it came with the territory - he’s talking to the camera like it’s his girl, telling her how much she must enjoy this, how good his cock would feel inside her, how he wants to know how wet she is. 

You’re staring intently, and in turn, you can feel his gaze heavy on you. You glance down and notice there’s a 96% up vote and you think about how the other 4% must be blind to not enjoy this. 

You scroll down and click on the comments. 

God, your cock is fucking perfect, just want you inside me. 

I’d do anything you wanted daddy. 

Just want you to cum all over my face. 

And on and on and on. Your clit has started to throb as you keep reading. They’re talking about Tom, about your Tom, and doing things to him that you get to do whenever you want. About him doing things to them that he only does to you. It’s a fucking power trip. 

“Tommy, fuck.”

“You - you like it?”

You smirk at him, “I really like having sex with you, is that much of a surprise I like seeing videos of you touching yourself?”

He deadpans, “You know what I mean, it’s - it’s out there.”

“Yeah and you’re here.” You move, pushing against his chest so that you can get into his lap. You kiss him, tongue and teeth, and he groans into you, pulling you against his hips. He’s hard. You pull away for a moment, bringing your hands up to cup his face, thumbs rubbing along his cheeks, “And that cock is mine.”

You can see it across his face, his disposition changing, eyes hooded and he nods, “Yeah, it’s yours.”

You push him down onto his back and he smacks his head into the laptop. 

He laughs, rubbing the spot on his head and you laugh too, reaching over to push the laptop out of the way. You’re still smiling when you kiss him, but then he opens his mouth to yours, hands running down your body to cup your ass and nothing is funny anymore. 

You sit up, peeling your shirt and bra off, before leaning back over him, pressing yourself against him. “You’re so cocky in that video, have men and women drooling over you. Think you need to be reminded of who you belong to.” 

You grind against his cock to further push home your point and he groans, “Yes, fuck. I’m yours.”

You shimmy out of your panties, and he follows your lead, discarding his boxers. You grind along his dick, pulling whimpers from his lips. 

“You’re so fucking wet.”

“I might have a bit of a possessive kink.” You place your hands on his chest for leverage, sliding up so that the tip of his cock knocks against your clit. His pupils are blown, mesmerized by your every moment.

Sliding your hands up, you gather his wrists and pin them above his head. He rocks up against you and he could push inside you now, the angle working better for the both of you. 

“Wanna fuck me Tommy?”

He moans, “God, yes, always.”

The tip of his cock catches at your cunt and you sink down on him slowly. He flexes up into you, sighing as you settle onto his hips. You clench around him purposefully. 

“Ah, fuck y/n.”

“Keep you hands above your head.” You instruct as your pull your hands away, and he does as you told him. You can lean back now, helping his cock find that spot inside you. You move slowly when you feel it, biting down on your lip as you rock forward. 

He fists his hands into the comforter, wanting so much for you to stop teasing. You rise up, taking your time, before sliding back down. He’s trying to be quiet, lips in a thin line as you work yourself slowly on his cock, using him. 

That just won’t do though, you reach forward and grip his chin. You slide your thumb along his lips and he opens his mouth easily. You dip your thumb into his mouth and he sucks, eyes locked with yours. 

“Don’t try to be quiet Tom, I always wanna hear how I’m making you feel.”

You pull your thumb out of his mouth with a pop. He groans then, and you watch as his biceps flex. You smirk, continuing to ride him agonizingly slow. His cock on your gspot is good, but it’s not enough. You reach a finger down and slide against your clit, gasping and moaning at the contact. 

Tom is tense under you, trembling as he feels you clench and shake above him. He wants so much more, the pit in his groin growing heavier, but the dynamic is there tonight. He’s completely at your mercy and he won’t do anything until you tell him he can. 

You can’t stop his name from slipping from your lips now, and you know he wants to hear you just as badly. It’s building quickly like this, feeling him inside you, putting on a show for him, using him. 

It’s hard to keep your eyes open, and you dig your fingernails into his skin, feeling like you’re going to snap. 

Tom hisses, and his demeanor changes, knowing you’re close now, “Fuck darling, so fucking beautiful. Pussy feels so good on my cock, want you to cum, wanna feel you. God, no one can fuck me like you do.”

It explodes from deep inside, stars bursting from behind your eyelids. You arch back, shaking from the intensity of it, clenching like a vice around his cock. One long drawn out moan filling the room as you ride it out. 

You start to twitch against your own touch, clit hypersensitive and you curl forward, pressing your forehead into Tom’s chest to try and catch your breath. He’s absolutely whimpering underneath you, body shaking along with your own. 

He’s pleading, voice cracking as your name soon turns into the only word he knows. You slide your hands up his body, thumbing at his nipples as you begin to ride him like he’s begging you too.

“Wanna touch you, please.” He begs. 

“Yeah darling, put your hands on me.”

He’s on you immediately, hands on your breasts and ass. He sits up, pulling into his chest and kissing you like he’ll never get the proper chance to again. He wraps a hand around your waist and places the other on the bed behind him. He can get leverage now and he starts fucking up into you. You gasp, still sensitive from your orgasm, and pull away from his kiss to breathe. 

He buries his head in the crook of your neck, breath fanning across your skin. He’s not quiet now, a string of curses leaving his lips as he chases his high. 

He moans, “Fuck, god y/n, gonna make me cum.”

“Yeah, no one can make you cum like I can.”

His grip on you tightens, keeping you close. He cums loudly, groaning in your ear, the words only you on his lips. 

His breathing echoes in your ears. You trail your fingers along his shoulders and up into his hair, he shivers under your touch and presses his lips against your neck. 

“Wow,”

You both laugh. “Yeah.”

He pulls back to look in your eyes, “I think I like it when you get possessive.”

You smirk back, kissing him softly, “So, about those other videos…”

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[rucbarthatbowtiesarecooldw]

Saturday Afternoon Session

Hark All Ye Nations Sustaining Vote – Pres Eyring Beautiful Savior D Todd Christofferson

A thriving society can fail in time if it abandons the principals and virtues it needs to uphold

Trust in God – make Him your highest priority

God: The Devine Author of Human Rights and Human Dignity

Seek to grow in the knowledge of He who created you – or in the knowledge of all that is just and true

Integrity, Responsibility, Compassion, Respect for others, Service, Fidelity in marriage (I missed a couple I think)

Belief in and allegiance to God are important

Those who profess no religion can be and often are good and moral people.

Do not cut the plant from its roots

Reliance on culture and tradition alone is not sufficient

The truth of God points a better way – let it guide your lives

Refers to the core truths:

God lives

He is the Heavenly Father of our Spirits

As a manifestation of His love he gives us commandments

He sent Jesus Christ to suffer for our sins and rise from the dead to bring about the atonement 

Jesus Christ doeth not anything save it be for the benefit of the world. 

Steven J. Lund – YM President

• His poor son oh goodness

“Are you sure you are strong enough to go to church?” “I’m supposed to pass the sacrament today . . . I see how people look at me when I pass the sacrament. I think it helps them.”

Willingly suffering to serve

The Saviors mission has always been to serve his father by saving the children of men. 

Young men and young women do not need to get sick to discover joys and purpose in serving the Savior. 

Our youth cannot wait for the world to right itself to find their true identity

Gerritt W. Gong

As saints, we’re invited to change the world for the better

We worship God, the Eternal Father, and His son, Jesus Christ, not Joseph Smith or any other mortal man or women

In 138 nations and counting, BofM in 112 languages

New magazines for everywhere!! For the Strength of youth, the Friend, and the Liahona!!

https://store.churchofjesuschrist.org/magazinesfaq

Heavenly Father invites us everywhere to feel His love

He loves us better and knows us better than we love or know ourselves.

One person. One village. One tree at a time

I the Lord make you free, therefore ye are free indeed.

Great things often begin small but God’s miracles are manifest daily

Go Forth With Faith

Bishop W Christopher Waddell

What am I doing to prepare for what is to come??

The prophets understand the needs to prepare

Devastating things like covid -19 and natural disasters affect everyone with no respect to anything.

God does not expect us to do more than we can do, but He does expect us to do what we can when we can do it. . . The Lord loves effort

Personal Finance for self reliance

https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/bc/content/ldsorg/topics/self-reliance/personal-finances-na-eng.pdf?lang=eng&download=true

Embrace small and simple things – a demonstration of faith that God will supply

The most important step of all is to begin.

Mathew S. Holland – Seventy

He yearned to become extinct, both soul and body (yeah dude me too)

Until he was filled with exquisite joy because of the atonement

Christ does not want us to suffer like He did. That is why He did what He did – He suffered and offers the atonement and repentance to prevent us that pain.

Sometimes, exquisite pain comes not from sins, but honest mistakes, the actions of others, or events beyond our control.

All good gifts come from the Savior

Regardless of the source of pain the ultimate source of relief is the same – Jesus Christ

The process will unfold in his way on his schedule but Christ stands ready to heal every ounce, every aspect of your pain.

Through your sufferings you may be made perfect. 

Your particular ashes will become beauties

There shall be no more sorrow or crying or pain

William K Jackson – Seventy

The greatest of all cultures – The Culture of Christ

We need the culture based on the Savior’s teachings 

We are here for a reason

Unites rather than divides

There is no prejudice or “us vs them” – we are all “us” and we are all “them”

Women are full and equal partners here and in the world to come – not servants

It is inclusive not exclusive

We can indeed all cherish the best of our individual earthly cultures and heritages, and still be full participants in the oldest culture of all.

(This is great honestly I love it I just want to reread already)

Dieter F. Uchtdorf

Heavenly Father knew this was going to happen.

Even though this pandemic is not what we wanted or expected, God has prepared His children and His church for this time.

We are seeds, and for seeds to reach their potential they must be buried and sprout

God will never forget us – He has something unimaginable in mind for us.

We will do more than simply grit our teeth, hold on, and simply wait for things to return to the old normal. We will move forward, and we will be better as a result.

We all must walk through difficult times and those times will

our heavenly father knows that we suffer and will not abandon us

God will watch over and Shepherd you through these times of uncertainty and fear. . . He will fulfill His promises.

Our best days are ahead of us and not behind us.

The righteous are not given a pass that allows them to avoid the valleys of shadow

You can choose how you prepare and how you react

Return to what matters most

Make decisions based on what you can do

Airplane reference, sometimes clouds with come up or storms or whatever and we will need to get through them

With Christ at the helm things will not only be alright, they will be unimaginable

Focus on the things you can do, and not on the things you cannot.

Things will not only be alright, they will be unimaginable!

God holds us in the palm of His caring and compassionate hand.

 How Firm a Foundation

#ldsconf #tumblrstake #general conference #genconf #generalconference #church of jesus christ of latter-day saints

[caribbeanblu]

The Circle

~spoiler alert~ So I stumbled on a movie called The Circle starring Emma Watson (Harry Potter) and directed by James Ponsoldt. It is all a conspiracy theorists worst nightmare. Honestly, if you’re someone who has always struggled with social media and keeping updates, The Circle plays on the very real life horrors of this abuse of power and/or just simply staying relevant. I’m not sure what major companies The Circle was inspired by (or do I), but apparently they are the most advanced technological media platform, akin to Google. The employees are forced, or should I say, encouraged to living their entire lives in full “transparency.” All the data from your phones, every website you search, and every location you travel to are all monitored and stored in what the movie calls “the Cloud.” Sound familiar? The government of course is avidly involved in using this platform to secure their votes as this “supports democracy.”  The movie glides over the wonderful side of modern technology that provides convenience to everyday living and how it aids in accidents and crime. I didn’t realize how uncomfortable it can possibly be having to wear a camera 24/7 as you work... Leading me to the negative side: If anyone in the right position... or with enough financial incentive... wants to make any John Doe (or politician) go viral or look like a monster, this would be all too easy. Mae Holland (Watson’s character), advocates for this technology to the extremes and even suggests making it illegal for anyone to not have their entire lives uploaded to the Cloud. “Secrets lead to crime.” ...Yikes! Her childhood friend gets bullied by cyber trolls to the point of death and it is this catalyst that causes her to wake up.

~SPOILERS ENDED~ This movie brings up the issue of privacy abuse addressed in “The Social Dilemma” documentary on Netflix. I urgently suggest watching this movie-like documentary to bring awareness to what you receive on your feeds and how this is being used to manipulate you. 

#the circle 2017 #The Social Dilemma #Netflix #movie reviews #Google #privacy data usage

[mattygraygubler]

our campus: chapter 4 (tom holland fanfic)

summary: frat!tom and reader go to the same college and y/n is tasked with being his tutor, they don’t really get along at first (because i love reader and tom hating each other trope)

warnings: none ?????

word count: 2.1k

a/n: so many texts and so much dialogue fuckin kill me also texts are bold

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“I don’t know what you did to get her to give you a second chance, but I need to warn you.” Ally said. Tom turned to look at her, they had only ever spoken when necessary for theater stuff. 

“Warn me?” He asked. 

“Y/N can make your life either very, very good or very, very bad. She has most of the professors in this school wrapped around her pinky. And she doesn’t make it obvious, but she’s the smartest person I’ve ever met. She can really help you if you let her.”

“Well, thanks.” He said awkwardly and turned back to his stuff. 

“One more thing.” Ally said. Tom turned again and raised his eyebrows. “Don’t you dare catch feelings.” “Seriously? No need to worry about that.” Ally scoffed. 

“I’m serious, Tom. Don’t. She doesn’t need that right now.” 

“Yeah, fine, I get it.” He said. 

“Alright guys let’s get started.” Gigi said, signaling rehearsal was about to start. 

* * * 

It was finally Friday, and your phone was blowing up as you walked to the library. Class had gotten out late, so you were walking as fast as possible so you wouldn’t be late to your meeting with Tom. 

Al

if Y/N is ok with it its fine with me

Iz

i still dont know how i feel about this

Em 

pretty pretty please guys i really like this guy and he really wants me to go

You

what are we talking about i was in class

Al

harrison invited em and all of us to the delt party tonight

Iz

and i said we shouldnt go bc of what happened

plus isnt tom a delt? wouldnt that be a bit awk?

You

honestly i couldnt care less. after the week ive had im gonna too blacked to even realize where we are

Em

lets take it to a vote

aye

Al

aye 

Iz

nay

You

im abstaining

Em

the ayes have it! delt BABEEEYYYY

ill have harrison put us all on the list

You 

glad we got that sorted ill see u guys at mine at 8

You walked into the library, checking your watch and seeing it was 4:02. You bit your lip. Hopefully he didn’t give you any crap for being late. 

You walked quickly into hlab, and you knew you looked like a crazy person. Your bag was falling off your shoulder, you had a coffee in your hand and your water bottle tucked under your arm, and your phone in your other hand. 

You scanned the room and saw Tom sitting across from Max, both of them had books out. 

“Hi,” you said breathlessly. Max slid over a seat so you could sit across from Tom. “So sorry I’m late, crazy day.” 

“No worries dar-” You heard him start to say darling, but stopped himself. “No worries. It’s only 2 minutes after.” 

“How long have you been waiting?” You asked.

“Max and I have been hanging out for a while, not a big deal.” 

“Speaking of, I’m on alc duty for tonight so I better go.” Max said, did his stupid handshake with Tom, and walked out. 

Hlab was almost empty except for some freshman. Most people don’t like studying on a Friday, who could blame them?

“So I got a copy of your lectures from this week. What do you want to start with?”

“I don’t care.” 

“Ok, what is currently confusing you the most?” He thought for a second before saying “Astronomy.” You nodded. 

“Great, grab your notes and your textbook.” He pulled out a notebook and his laptop, opening the online textbook. You pulled out your laptop and a pen and highlighter. 

“May I?” You asked and pulled his notebook to your side. You went through his notes, circling certain things with the pen and highlighting others. 

“These are really good, Tom. I like how you put question marks next to things that confused you.” He laughed. 

“Do I get a gold star?” He joked. You rolled your eyes. 

“So phases of the moon.” You started. 

“Wait a second,” he said after you had been talking for a while. “You’re telling me that the moon doesn’t actually, like, change?” 

“It’s all shadows.” You replied. He nodded and seemed to finally be getting it. 

“The phases will most definitely be on your next lab, which isn’t open note, so make sure you memorize them.” You said. “Let’s move onto stats.” He groaned. “What?” You asked. 

“Statistics is so stupid. Letters and numbers shouldn’t go together.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Stats is easy, I promise you. This is the first unit, all we’re doing is descriptive statistics and graphing. Let’s start with some vocab.” You said, highlighting certain words in his notes. 

Once you could see his brain was about to explode, you moved onto writing. 

“There’s not much to talk about, just email me your most recent paper so I can go through it and look for themes we need to discuss.” 

‘“Themes?” He asked. 

“You know, on going issues that need to be addressed.” He nodded and emailed you his paper, which you would read tomorrow. You heard your phone buzz and took a quick glance. 

Em

al dont be upset

Al

then dont give me a reason to get upset

what is it

Em

……….. It’s themed

Al

are you kidding? were not freshmen, i dont wanna go to a stupid themed frat party

Em

its blackout !!!! itll be fun i promise

You turned your phone back down and didn’t realize you had an upset look on your face. 

“Everything ok?” He asked. 

“Just arguing in the group chat.” 

“Do you need to go?” He asked. 

“No, no, just arguing about tonight.” 

“What’s tonight?” 

“Tonight is not related to political conflict, which is what we should be talking about.” He laughed. 

“Do you ever have fun?” 

“Excuse me?” 

“I’m serious, do you ever have fun, or do you just go to sleep surrounded by planners and textbooks.” 

“That’s not funny. There’s a lot more about me that you don’t know.” 

“Clearly.” 

“So we’re starting off with socioeconomic issues over time and the class strugle. Did you read the Marx chapters?” 

“Yup. Didn’t understand a word of it.” 

“Ok, let’s get into it.” You said and began rambling about the bourgeoisie and the communist manifesto. Politics was your favorite subject, you could talk about it for hours. 

You were having a really good discussion with Tom. It was global political conflict, and he was able to connect the themes to both America and England, which made you really pleased. 

You were pulled out of your discussion when your phone vibrated. 

Iz

pickin up panera anyone want anything 

“Jeez it’s already past 6:30, I gotta go.” You said. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He said. 

“No it’s not your fault, I get so into politics I lose track of time.” “I can tell.” He said as you both packed up your stuff. 

“Wanna grab some food?” He asked. 

“Sorry, can’t,” you said. 

“Why, got a hot date?” He joked. 

“Maybe,” you said. 

“At least let me walk you to wherever you’re going.” 

“You don’t have to do that.” 

“Well where are you going?” 

“Congression Hall?” You replied. 

“Wait, you live there?” 

“Uhm, yes? Me along with practically every other junior.” 

“What floor?” 

“8.” You said. 

“Should’ve guessed.” He replied as you started walking across the quad. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Honors 8. I forgot you were in hc.” He was referring to the eighth and top floor of Congression Hall, which was reserved for the honors college juniors. 

“Yeah.” You said simply. 

“I’m on six, by the way.” He said. “That’s why I was curious. I’ve never seen you around there.” 

“I’m not usually, I only really use it for sleep.” 

“Of course,” he replied. 

“I assumed you lived in a frat house.” You commented. 

“Nah, next year.” He said with a wink. “Speaking of frat houses, there’s kind of this party going on at Delt tonight-” 

“I’m aware.” You said, cutting him off. 

“Ah, well, if you want I can get you on the list.” You smiled to yourself. 

“No need, I’m already on the list.” You said. 

“Oh?” He said, clearly embarrassed. “Because of delta nu?” 

“Nope.” You said, not offering any other information. 

“Well maybe I’ll see you there then.” 

“Even if you do see me there, I will be pretending I don’t know you.” 

“Why?” He asked, clearly offended. “I run that house.” He joked, trying to play off the embarrassment. 

“No offense, but your reputation would not be good for mine.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Well I have a certain reputation in the greek community, and if people see me with you they’ll get the wrong idea.” 

“The wrong idea?” He asked as you walked in the lobby of your building. 

“Well, see, the thing is,” you said, stepping into the elevator. He pressed the button for six and eight. “I have certain standards. If people see me with you, they’ll think I’ve…” 

“Wow, you are really uptight, aren’t you?” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Certain standards? Jesus christ, you’re not the queen, Y/N. And I don’t have a bad reputation. But god forbid I don’t live up to your ‘standards.’” He said, storming off the elevator without another word, clearly upset. You sighed. Good job, Y/N. 

Tom got to his room and threw his stuff on the floor, collapsing on his bed. His head hurt from all the tutoring, and trying to focus on not staring at your lips. 

delt juniors

Tom

aight important question guys

Cal

whats up tommy

Tom

do you guys know a girl called Y/N Y/L/N? shes a delta nu

Joey

dan knows her ;)

Cal

fuck, Y/N? what are you doing with her? 

Tom

shes tutoring me stop buggin 

Max

i know her which u know shes in hc with me 

Liam

oh danny DEFINITLY knows her 

Will

who doesnt know Y/N? shes a hot commodity

Tom

what do you mean? 

Cal

shes like the perfect girl next door, totally hot and so smart which just makes her hotter

Will

doesnt help that shes a huge fuckin flirt AND can hold her alc

Joey

dan is being suspiciously quiet……..

Dan

shut up joe

Liam

care to share with tommy your story with Y/N, daniel? 

Dan

i hate u all 

fine

i was like in love with her freshman year

and i thought she was into me too

and we made out a couple of times but nothing else

the second she found out i was in delt she stopped talking to me

like complete radio silence 

Tom

wtf? Why? 

Cal

she doesnt fuck with delts

thats like common greek knowledge

Will

maybe its because shes gonna be dchi sweetheart? 

Joey

nah theres gotta be something else

Harrison

well i just put her on the list for tonite

Tom

wait YOU put her on the list?! 

Harrison

yeah i invited her friend Emily Gold and she doesnt go anywhere without Y/N and these two other girls

Cal

Ally Park and Isabelle Miller

Harrison

yeah howd u know? 

Cal

theyre like those cool girls from high school everyones obsessed with that are just out of everyones league

Tom

wow american high schools are so weird

Dan

tom if u wanna get with her i wont be pissed

Tom

nah like you said she hates delts, and after three tutoring sessions with me i guarentee i am her least favorite delt ever

Liam

theres no fuckin way she shows up tonight

she wouldnt be caught dead at a delt party

Noah

wait you said Y/N Y/L/N may come tonight????

DIBS

DIBS DIBS DIBS

I CALL DIBS

Cal

noah u seriously show up just to call dibs?

Noah

yeah bro have u seen her? if she comes tonight and any of you try to cockblock me i stg ill deck you

Dan

pretty sure tommy has rightful dibs to this one

Tom

nah fam she hates me so fuckin much

let noah try his luck

i doubt she’ll even show

Max

she’ll show. 

Tom

what makes u say that? 

Liam

max does know her best

Max

she and ally and emily and isabelle are ride or die. they circulate who picks what party they go to and if its emilys turn and harrison somehow conviced her to go, Y/N wont miss it

Dan

she hasnt set foot in a delt house since freshman year, you seriously think she’ll show? 

Max

five bucks says she does

Dan

youre on 

Noah

i just wanna make it clear

that if she does show

D I B S

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #frat!tom

[lindoig7]

Tuesday-Thursday, 1-3 September

Tuesday

Spring has spronged and what a fantastic start to the new season!  A tad cool in the breeze, but looking glorious with the sun shining and the birds enjoying the day as well.  I had a magpie visit me while I was doing the dishes after lunch.  He was looking for his lunch in the small patch of grass outside the van so I chatted with him and next thing, he was on the step about 30 cm from my feet. Lovely! We had 6 Eastern Rosellas chasing each other and squabbling almost all morning low in the trees behind us, and our friend the Grey Butcherbird has been carolling in his crystal-clear melodious voice on and off all day.  Even the wonderful Blackbird got into the act first up this morning.  We got a great rendition of his complete repertoire in the tree immediately in front of the van last night, but he was back there again practising for a while early today too.

There are some birds that evoke special emotions and memories of times and places for me (some described in my Birding Blog at https://www.tumblr.com/blog/lindoig6) but the sounds of Currawongs, Butcherbirds, Blackbirds, Galahs, Lapwings, Magpies, Australian Ravens, even some wild ducks, are particularly evocative for me, albeit for several quite different reasons.  They take me back to times and places of great significance in my life.  Very nostalgic and sometimes emotionally disturbing in a mainly pleasantish way.

We finished watching Series 1 of True Detective last night. It was not the best series we have seen (quite violent, often a bit hard to follow, not always quite credible, and with no likeable characters), but there are two more series in the set and they appear to be self-contained with entirely different characters so I hope we will enjoy them more.

We have been around the van all day. Heather did some light washing, I had a couple of small jobs to do on the car, a few bills to pay and emails to send, but with no real incentive to do much.  We even got to read a bit during the day and watched another Brad Pitt movie at night.

Wednesday

We had a great day driving around south-central Gippsland today.  We topped up with fuel in Traralgon again at 105.9 c/l – even cheaper than previous times with other servos in town still offering the identical product at 131.9 c/l!! Ah, the power of vigorous competition….!

We followed the highway to Sale then turned slightly south-east to a place appropriately called The Heart, and just past that we found the Heart Morass State Game Reserve on the shores of Lake Wellington.  We spent an hour of so exploring the area, avoiding the dozens of 600 mm deep boggy patches.  It was a really interesting area, partly wetland, partly woodland, partly grassland – all of it very muddy, but with quite a few birds.  We actually visited a few Game Reserves on the day (and have seen others previously so there must be quite a few around) and fortunately saw nobody else there at the time.  It seems odd that such easy access is available for shooters and birders who might well get in each other’s way.  (They also have quite a few Morasses around too – several of the Game Reserves and rural localities have Morass in their names too. Probably makes sense given the amount of water laying around.)  On the other hand, they seem to be really great places to find birds, including many that would be of no interest to shooters, so we will continue to look for them and explore them whenever we can.

(Many years ago, I was caught out in a shallow lake with half a dozen drunken shooters blasting away at ducks that may or may not have been near me and my brother-in-law.  We hid behind a dead tree with bits of branch falling all around us.  We shouted at them to cease fire until we got out of their way – to no avail – and had to make a run for it when there was a brief lull in the fusilade.  I would not like to be in that situation again so I was a little surprised at the likely proximity of shooters and birders at certain times of the year.)

We tried exploring a few roads that turned out to be impassable tracks or dead end lanes, but we also explored quite a bit of country in that isolated corner of Gippsland. There are a few quaint names around the area – Perry Bridge and Eagle Point are OK, but Meerlieu, Bengworden, Goon Nure…….  All very rustic and most attractive to us.

We explored a little at several places around the edge of Lake Victoria and eventually arrived at Holland’s Landing.  Not a lot to see there, but there is a very narrow peninsula that runs out from there for several kilometres separating Jones Bay from Lake King. It has a single road, Rivermouth Road, (presumably named for the mouth of the Mitchell River that appears to be no more than a small billabong nearby) that runs straight out with water within a few metres on both sides of the road.  It seems that the tip of the peninsula may recently have been purchased by someone because it is now a building site and the road is closed a little short of the point.  It was a very quaint little drive out there and back and a pleasant drive back into Bairnsdale.  We actually bypassed the township and headed straight back along the highway, arriving back in Warragul just after dark.  It had been a wonderful day exploring a less known (we think) corner of Gippsland.  We cruised country lanes with minimal traffic, avoided anything that looked like a town, and had a wonderful day, notwithstanding that some of the morasses were very hard to navigate and we were thrown all over the car when we lurched in and out of potholes, ruts and other obstacles in the mud.

Thursday

It was a beautiful morning, warm and sunny, and we did a few jobs outside. Being so lovely outside, we decided to walk into town to the supermarket for a few essentials.  On the way in, we called in at a florist to send some flowers to our wonderful travel agent whose father had just died.  Really feel sad for her because with the lockdown, funerals must be absolutely horrific – they always are of course, but that just makes it so much worse.

On the way home, we bumped into my former wife and her husband and stopped to have a chat for a few minutes.  They live in Drouin, ten minutes from Warragul.  It was odd because we were all wearing masks and as we walked past them, I thought the woman had an odd frown (a mannerism rather than a surly frown) that reminded me of Colleen and as we walked a few steps further, Heather said that she thought the woman looked a bit like Colleen and should we go back to check?  We turned around just as Colleen recognised us too and we spent a few minutes chatting about the vagaries of life under current restrictions.

Back at the van, I hosed the worst of the mud off the car.  It had rained again overnight and there was a vicious wind that had caked dust all over everything. It still looks pretty dirty, but more rain was promised (and the wind howled ferociously all day and half the night after we got back), so there was no point in doing more than simply hosing the worst of it off.

We had another Zoom session at 6pm – this one was the Annual General Meeting for our Owners’ Corporation at home.  It was a surprisingly quick meeting, much more formal that usual, so perhaps people were inhibited a little by the technology although most of those participating had been in Zoom sessions with the Committee before.  I was elected to the Committee again for my 18th year, but that was not unexpected.  The Committee rarely changes greatly from one year to the next and there are never enough nominations to cause us to have a vote anyway.

After dinner, we started a new series of True Detective.  It looks like being as obscure as the previous one with constant time switches and mid-sentence scene changes – obviously clever arty devices that the director imagines will win him some sort of accolade – but not from us.

[skymoonandstardust]

I GOT SO CAUGHT UP IN THE MOMENT I DIDNT EVEN GIVE A PROMPT ONG WHO AM I??? Okay, so CEO!Tom has a crush on his secretary and is constantly flirting with her and making her feel like she’s back in high school... tbh do anything else with it! -workitholland

i’m a whole sucker for ceo!tom so you know my vote… -workitholland  

lol I got you girl – you’re fine. I was going to do something with assistant reader anyway 

Okay Y/N, remember, Today is going to be different … today you’re not going to swoon. just breathe and those brown eyes will have no power over you

“Good morning Y/N, How are you doing today?”

Just like that your breath hitched imperceptibly and your fingers fumbled on the keyboard before halting, letting you look up to meet the chocolate toned eyes you got lost in every day.

“Morning Mr. Holland.  I’m doing great, thanks for asking? what about you, sir?”

You smiled, trying not to let him see how flustered you were really feeling and keep it simply professional. which it was. You had strictly platonic feelings toward him and your relationship was nothing but professional… .look up the definition of “professional relationship” in the dictionary and there would be a picture of you and tom.

You pounding heart laughed at you and gave your real thoughts and feelings away as he unleashed a breathe-taking  smile right back at you, shifting to lean against your desk as he replied 

“I was doing good before but i’m even better now that i’m talking to you and looking at your pretty face.” the cheeky flirt even had the spine to wink at you.

to your humiliation you felt your face get hot and you brushed some hair out of your face.  Still attempting to hide you feelings and be somewhat business like you nodded at him “  I’m glad to hear that, sir. unfortunately it seems like it’s going to be a busy day. there are already plenty of folders waiting on your desk and I have a long list of calls for you to make and receive.”

Tom took the list with a sigh “so much for a nice easy day.” He shook his head then held it up “Well I better get on this, i’ll talk to you at lunch, alright?”

He shot one last disarming smile at you and walk into his office. 

As soon as the door shut behind him you closed your eyes and let out a sigh 

god, would a day ever come when he’d stop making you feel like some idiotic high school girl with a crush? 

As for tom …  the second he was alone at his desk he put the list down and groan, running a hand  through his hair.   How could he stop from feeling like a lovestruck teenage boy every time he was around you…and more importantly how could he get the nerve to ask you on a date?

Blurb night

#tom holland #tom imagine #tom blurb #tom holland imagine #tom Holland blurb #peter parker #spider-man