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softspiderling · 5 years

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swanky fortune - part three | t.h.

Summary: you catch a glimpse of Tom’s private life and are torn between letting your guard down or keeping it up (being surrounded by four boys who have nothing but nonsense in their head certainly did not help your case).

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Song I listened to while writing: Heatwave by Robin Schulz feat Akon

Author’s Note: AAAHHHH this chapter turned out way longer than I intended, I hope you enjoy it anyways! BTW obviously the FFH premiere was ages ago and we all know the winners of the raffle did not get to spend as much time with Tom as I’ve been writing here, so pls remember this is all fiction!

Warnings: cursing, swearing, honestly it wouldn’t be a fic of mine without a good old ‘shit’

Word Count: 4,4k

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After lounging around for a while you got changed, ready to hit town. You just spent nine hours on a plane and you were desperate for some exercise. Grabbing your purse and phone, you exited your room and rode down the elevator to the lobby.

With a wave to the receptionist, you walked out of the hotel and exhaled deeply, perching your sunglasses on your nose.

The sun rays hit your bare skin, leaving you warm and you were glad that the weather was so nice. You didn’t have a lot of time in Los Angeles, so you wanted to make use of all the time you got, plus you still were hoping to find the perfect dress for the premiere the next day.

A couple hours later you returned to the hotel, stomach filled with coffee, various baked sweets, shopping bags dangling from your arms. You got really lucky, too. You’ve been strolling through a few stores and smaller boutiques when a pale blue dress caught your eye.

The straps were thin with a classy V-neck, it was tight around the chest and falling in a loose skirt, just above your knees. You’ve immediately fallen in love with it.

Arriving back in your hotel room, you placed the shopping bags on the bed and you pulled out the dress, holding it against your body. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you sighed wistfully. You were really nervous because of the premiere, especially with all those celebrities that were going to attend. You knew you had nothing on them, considering they were styled professionally and you were going to style yourself, but you still wanted to look your best.

Grabbing a hanger out of the closet, you hung your dress on it and put it back in, mentally noting down to ask the hotel for a pressing iron. Plopping down on the bed, you kicked off your shoes and got comfortable, pulling your phone out.

You scrolled through Instagram, looking at different pictures on your feed. You probably should do something more exciting, but you felt awkward walking around by yourself or eating alone in a restaurant. You knew you shouldn’t, you were a grown woman, yet you couldn’t help yourself.

A sudden vibration of your phone startled you and caused you to almost drop the device on your face, but gripping it with your fingertips, you clicked on the notification that just got in.

Tom: We’re heading out to Griffith Park. Do you want to come along? 🤗

Sign me the hell up, you thought at first and then pulled a face while typing a reply to Tom. You really shouldn’t be acting like a crazy fan, that’d probably weird everyone out.

You: Yeah, that sounds cool! I don’t want to impose, tho🤔

Tom: Nah, you won’t impose, I’m inviting you. We’ll pick you up in twenty🤙🏼

You stilled, rereading the text. We? Oh no. Did this mean that you were going to meet his family now? Oh shit.

Jumping up, you went to the bathroom, frowning at the mirror. You hadn’t bothered putting any makeup on before you went shopping, knowing it was going be warm out. But meeting Tom Holland’s family? Your hand hovered over your makeup bag, before you decided against it.

Splashing some cold water on your face to calm yourself down, you shook out your hands and then dried your face off.

“You’re going to be fine, Y/N. They’re just normal people, like you are,” you mumbled under your breath, exiting the bathroom.

You stuffed your things in your backpack and slipped into your sneakers, grabbing the deodorant to prevent any embarrassing armpit stains of nervous sweat breakouts that you knew were coming.

Shaking your head, you grabbed your phone and headed out of your room. In hopes of walking off your nerves, you opted for the stairs instead of the elevator.

Slightly out of breath, you reached the lobby for the second time that day and went out to wait by the sidewalk. You squinted your eyes, looking down the street before taking a seat on the bench, glancing at the watch and putting your sunglasses on your nose.

As you sat on the bench, waiting, sweat started building up in the nape of your neck. You twisted your hair to the side, but after a while you got tired of it, so you bent over and combed through your hair with your fingers.

Your sunglasses perched dangerously close to the edge of your nose so you grabbed it, sticking the temples in your mouth.

While you gathered all your hair in one hand, you heard a car pulling up to the curb and a distinct:

“Is this her?”

Followed by some muffled voices and then a: “Oi, Y/N!”

Looking up with one hand around your hair and your sunglasses dangling from your lips, you saw Tom through an open car window, three eerily familiar looking boys squeezed in the backseat.

Tom lifted his sunglasses to look at you, a smirk gracing his lips. “You okay, love?”

“Just peachy,” you bristled, while the boys laughed and you tied your hair with an elastic, getting in the passenger seat after having put the sunglasses back on your nose.

“Y/N, this is my best mate Harrison and my brothers Harry and Sam,” Tom introduced you and you waved at the boys with a small smile.

“Hey, Y/N,” they chorused. “Nice to meet you,” Harrison added. Dude had crazy blue eyes. “Tom’s already told us a lot about you.”

“Shut up, Haz,” Tom hissed and you glanced at him, cheeks tinging. Tom told his best friend and brothers about a fan he just met and picked up from the airport? That straight up sounded like a scene from a bad fanfiction.

“So how come I get to sit in the front?” you asked as Tom pulled away from the curb. “I am pretty sure I am the shortest out of all four of us.”

“What, you want to be squeezed in with two boys in the backseat?” he asked back and Harrison jolted your car seat, which made your whole body shake. Jeez.

“I can sit up front if you don’t want to sit next to Tom, Y/N,” he said and you clicked your tongue dismissively.

“I told you, she doesn’t even like me,” Tom teased and you groaned, covering your face with your hands.

“Stop saying that! Everyone will think I am so ungrateful,” you complained and he laughed, glancing at you.

“Nah, you’re fine.” He gave you a soft smile and you heard suppressed laughter from the back.

“His game is so bad,” Sam whispered and Tom slammed on the breaks, causing the three boys to jolt forwards, hitting their heads.

“What the hell!”

“Fuck you, Tom.”

“You div, learn how to drive!” Harrison yelled, his hand reaching out to swat at the back of Tom’s head, but he dodged his friend’s hand with a snort.

“Should’ve put your seatbelts on, boys,” Tom said with a shrug, a shit eating grin on his face.

Hiding your laughter behind your hand, you turned away, before clearing your throat. “Don’t you have another brother though?”

“Yeah, Paddy. He’s with my parents. Why?”

You shrugged with your shoulders. “Just wondering. He’s the cutest out of all four of you.”

“WHAT!” the three brothers shouted indignantly and you bit back a grin.

“It’s true though. He has that kind of charm that none of you possess.”

“That’s the rudest thing I’ve ever heard,” Harry stated and Tom nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, you’re cancelled, Y/N.”

“Don’t act like babies,” you snickered and shook your head at them.

“I can’t believe you’re so cool, most fans would die being in the same car with their favorite actor,” Sam said and you squinted an eye at him, pursing your lips.

“I never said that Tom is my favorite actor though,” you pointed out and the three boys in the back howled out in laughter.

With a chuckle you glanced at Tom and noticde his reddened cheeks, his gaze fixated on the street. “I’m just kidding, you’re my all-time favorite actor,” you assured him and he grimaced at you, shaking his head fondly.

After a drive filled with easy conversation, much to your luck, Tom pulled into the parking lot next to a black car, three people waving at you.

“Oh there’s Paddy!” you exclaimed and got out of the car, trailing behind Tom as he greeted his parents.

“Hey mum, dad, Paddy, this is Y/N,” Tom introduced you and you smiled, suddenly shy, the false bravado you’ve grown during the ride disappearing.

“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Holland. It’s so nice to meet you,” you said, reaching out to shake their hand.

“Oh please, call us Nikki and Dom,” Tom’s father insisted and shook your hand, his mother doing the same. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Thank you so much for donating to the Brother’s Trust, Y/N it means the world to us. How has LA been treating you so far?” Nikki asked you and you shrugged with a smile.

“Oh no need to thank me, your family is the one being so amazing, helping out others and spreading more light on smaller charities. And LA has been great so far. It’s really nice of you to let me tag along with you. I’d probably waste away in the hotel room if it wasn’t for Tom inviting me,” you said and she laughed, putting her hand on Paddy’s shoulder.

“You must be Paddy,” you said with a big smile, shaking his hand too. “I am. Nice to meet you!” he said and Harry nudged him with a grin. “Y/N thinks you’re cute,” he told his youngest brother and Paddy’s eyes widened, blushing furiously.

“You’re embarrassing him,” you chastised Harry and Paddy ignored you, punching Harry on the shoulder.

“Guys, stop joking around, we don’t have all day,” Harrison called and you winked at Paddy before you were being dragged off by Tom.

“The poor guy’s going to have a heart attack,” he said and you grinned, walking in step with him.

“Aw, no, I don’t want that,” you laughed and Tom chuckled, stuffing his hands as he walked. “What Sam said about you being so cool is true though. It almost feels like we’re friends and met under normal circumstances and not this crazy one,” he told you and you smiled at him, ducking your head.

“Thanks?” you said, the word trailing into a question. He gave you an easy smile and before you could say anything else, the rest of the group joined you.

Everyone decided to take a hike up a trail in the park and when you’ve reached the top, you looked down the city with a big smile on your face.

“This is awesome,” you pressed out, still catching your breath from the hike up. Grabbing your phone, you snapped a few pictures of the view of the city.

“You want to take a picture together?” Tom asked you and you looked at him in surprise, before nodding with a grin.

“Yeah sure, that sounds nice.”

“Oi, Harry, come take a picture of us,” Tom yelled, waving his brother over. Meanwhile, you wiped the sweat off your forehead, hoping you looked decent.

“Come on here,” Tom urged you and placed an arm around your shoulders. You shuddered a bit and smiled up at Tom, when you heard a click of a camera.

“Hey! I wasn’t ready yet!” you protested, but Harry just smirked at his camera, before looking at you. “You ready now?” he asked teasingly, lifting his camera, ready to snap another picture.

You and Tom both smiled at the camera and Harry snapped a few pictures, before showing them to you.

“They look really cool, man,” Tom told his brother with a clasp on his shoulder, before he walked off to find his parents. As soon as he was out of earshot Harry looked up to you with a grin and showed you the first picture he’s taken:

Tom was facing the camera, his smile wide, while you were looking at him with a dopey expression on your face.

“Do not show him that picture!” you hissed, cheeks warm from embarrassment. If it weren’t for the situation you were in right now, you’d consider asking Harry for a copy of that picture. It did look pretty cute. But it was also very obvious that you had a fat crush on Tom. And asking Harry for a copy of that picture would be you admitting it. So, no. There’s no way that that’s happening

Harry laughed and shook his head. “Okay I get it now. You are totally in love with him, but you vehemently deny it.”

“Shut up, this isn’t funny. I am just another fan, don’t make it a bigger thing than it is.”

Harry tilted his head and hummed, glancing at Tom who was goofing off with Paddy and Harrison before looking back at you.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen him act like this around a fan before. There’s something about you, that makes Tom feel at ease.”

You swallowed thickly, what did this even mean? Clearing your throat, you shrug, hoping these stupid butterflies would disappear from your stomach. “I did put some sedative into his water.”

Harry slapped his hand on his forehead. “Oh yeah, I can see it now. You’re a dumbass, just like him,” he groaned and you laughed. “That must be it.”

>>>

After taking a few more pictures on top of Griffith Park, you started heading back down the trail, stomachs grumbling.

“Oooohhh let’s get some ice cream!” Tom suggested, pointing to the ice cream cart a few feet away.

“But we’re having dinner soon,” Nikki pointed out and Tom threw an arm around his mother. “Aw, come on mum. You’re attending the movie premiere of your famous son tomorrow. Let’s celebrate with some pre-dinner ice cream!”

“Geez, when did you get so big headed?” She teased, though the tone in her voice was fond. “But fine, let’s go get some ice cream then.”

With a cheer, the group headed to the ice cream cart, everyone talking about what flavor they were going to pick.

Peeking into the cart, you eyed the different colored ice cream flavors, before deciding for one.

“What’re you gonna get, Y/N?” Harrison asked, leaning over your shoulder. “Vanilla?”

“Nah, I never really was a fan of vanilla,” you mused, ordering a scoop of chocolate ice cream and Tom snickered when you glanced at him.

“Duly noted, Y/N.”

“Oh you pig!” You scolded him with red cheeks, thanking the ice cream vendor when he handed you your ice cream.

“I just said, noted as in, I will not bring you vanilla ice cream because you don’t like it,” Tom argued with a laugh and you shook your head at him.

“Just- don’t, Tom,” you groaned and waved your hands at his face to stop him from talking.

Tom and Harrison laughed and you rolled your eyes at them, waiting for everyone to get their ice cream. When everyone was served, you all started walking back to the cars, talking about the restaurant you were going to have dinner at and what everyone was looking forward to eat, when you noticed a group of girls staring.

“Oh my god, it’s Tom Holland!” one of them exclaimed and you winced, when people started crowding around Tom.

“Hey guys,” he greeted them with a bright smile, cleaning his face off with a wipe. The people started talking, everyone vying for his attention.

“Can we take a picture with you?”

“Can I get an autograph?”

“Where’s Tessa?”

The crowd started getting bigger and your eyes flitted around, looking for an exit. You weren’t a big fan of growing crowds. Noticing your discomfort, Tom handed you the keys of his car, giving you a comforting smile.

“Why don’t you go ahead and wait in the car?”

“Yeah, that sounds splendid,” You muttered, taking the keys and headed to the car with quick strides. You noticed a few girls looking at you and you ducked your head, not wanting to deal with so many people.

“Tom! Who was that?” a girl asked and Tom waved her off with a laugh.

“Just a fan. She’s the one who won the brothers’ trust competition,” he replied and you grimaced, feeling like a bucket of ice water has been dumped over you.

Tom joking around with you and Harry telling you, Tom was at ease around you, was a stark contrast to what he’s just told the girl. Even though you knew you were merely a face in the mass, it still hurt to hear it out loud like that.

Clicking the button of the car keys, you opened the car door and got in, groaning into your hands. This was the worst.

You went into this with no expectations, but Tom’s behavior around you was confusing you so much. You didn’t know what to think.

Playing on your phone, you waited until the boys got back into the car. You exited out of Homescapes when the car doors opened and the boys tumbled in, talking loudly.

“I can’t believe that girl wanted you to sign her boobs!” Harry giggled and you gave them a look.

“Sorry love, couldn’t get away,” Tom told you with red cheeks and you snorted. “Don’t worry about it,” you said as he started the car, driving back into the city.

The excitement of being recognized soon died down and exhaustion took over the car, the music on the radio being the only sound, with the boys in the back dozing and you and Tom driving in silence.

“Hey, so how about I drop the boys off at my place and come with you to the hotel? I’ll wait for you to get changed and then we drive back to my place so I can get dressed and we don’t have to drive twice,” Tom suggested and you turned to look at him, puzzled.

“You sure you want to come with me instead of chilling at home?” you asked him and he shrugged, before nodding.

“Yeah I’m sure. You’re cool,” he replied and you narrowed your eyes at him, a smile spreading on your face.

“Fine. Have it your way, movie star.”

You saw the corners of his lips quirk up and your heart warmed, hoping that that sight will ingrain itself in your brain. A few minutes later, Tom pulled up in front of a luxurious looking apartment complex.

As the car skidded to a stop, the sleeping boys lurched forward and Harrison rubbed his eyes sleepily, looking around in a daze.

“Wha- Is Y/N not getting changed for dinner?” he asked while Sam and Harry climbed out of the car.

“Yeah, I am taking her to the hotel and then we’ll be back to pick you guys up,” Tom said and his friend yawned, shaking his head.

“Why don’t you just get changed now and then drive her to the hotel afterwards? The boys and I can squeeze into the car with your parents or take a taxi,” Harrison suggested and Tom glanced at you. “You mind?”

“Why in god’s name would I turn down the opportunity to see your apartment?” You asked, already unbuckling your seat belt.

“Alright, alright tiger. You go ahead with Harrison, I’ll go park the car,” he told you and you gave him a thumbs up, getting out of the car.

“Let’s go in,” Harrison said and gestured for you to follow him. You briefly watched Tom drive off in his car before you followed Harrison inside the building.

The door was already open and Harrison pressed the button for the elevator. While you waited, you looked around the building.

“So what exactly is the deal with this apartment? Does Tom actually live here or does he live in London?” you asked, stepping into the elevator when the doors open.

“Marvel provided him with this apartment in LA. But he actually lives back in London,” Harrison told you, winking. “He actually lives pretty close to his parents’ place.”

He pressed the button of the penthouse (figured Tom Holland was living in the penthouse) and the elevator doors closed, riding up.

“And you’re all staying with him at his apartment?”

Harrison nodded, leaning against the wall of the elevator. “Yeah. We wanted to get a hotel, but Tom insisted. Was saying that he barely sees us and wants us to stay with him, so we did.”

“Makes sense.”

You headed out of the elevator when it reached the penthouse, looking around in wonder. It looked modern and sleek, a few clothes scattered around the living room, but it didn’t really look like someone actually lived here permanently. You guessed that Tom didn’t stay at this apartment very often, considering he spent most of his time on working and at his actual home. It was still nice to see how he spent his downtime.

“You feel at home, I gotta go grab a shower,” Harrison told you and you sat down, dicking around on your phone while everyone else got ready.

A few minutes later, Tom trickled in, tossing his wallet on the kitchen counter.

“I don’t need long, just want to freshen up and get a change of clothes.”

“You take your time,” you said, waving your hands offhandedly, watching as he disappeared into the hallway. You checked the time on your phone and pulled a face. You wished you hadn’t just told him to take his time; you were told that the reservation at the restaurant was at seven thirty and it was already past five. You still had to drive back to the hotel and get ready there.

Leaning your head back on the headrest, you stared at the ceiling.

You heard steps coming closer and when you turned your head, you saw Nikki walk in the living room, toweling her damp hair.

“Oh Y/N,” she said when she noticed you. “I didn’t know you came here with us.”

“Nikki, oh, hi!”

You quickly sat up straight and gave her a sheepish smile.

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for Tom and then we’ll drive back to the hotel,” you told her and she hummed, disposing of her towel before she joined you on the couch.

“I’m sure he’ll be right out. So… Tell me a bit more about yourself. Are you in school right now?” she asked you and you nodded.

“Yeah, I’m in university for my business major right now. It’s really interesting but so much work. I had to do a lot of assignments to be able to come here, or else I wouldn’t be able to catch up with the amount of work I have to do when I go back home.”

Nikki grimaced good naturedly and clasped her hands over her knees. “Geez, that sounds tiring. I hope you’ll get everything done in time. What about your personal life though? Any significant other? We did offer you to bring someone along, right?”

You snorted out a laugh and leaned forward a bit, your hair covering your heated cheeks. “I know yeah, uh. My friends were busy and I don’t have a boyfriend- or girlfriend, for that matter. With school, and my job on the side, I just don’t have the time to look for someone I like.”

She smiled at you and shook her head. “You’re not supposed to look for someone actively, Y/N. If it’s supposed to happen, it’ll happen.”

“I guess I never thought about it like that,” you admitted, tucking your hair back. With tinder, bumble and Instagram DM’s, you’ve never actually thought about just waiting and seeing where things would take you. Even though you weren’t a big fan of online dating, you’ve downloaded tinder one time.

It lasted about a week before you got sick of the unsolicited nudes and the weird pick up lines. Though you weren’t sure if you could fit a relationship into your life right now, you barely were able to squeeze in the two days for the premiere.

“Just keep your eyes open, how does that sound?” Nikki suggested as Tom walked in, a pair of glasses perched on his nose. His hair was still a little bit damp and instead of some shorts and a shirt, he was dressed in a striped polo shirt paired with some dark pants.

“Hey, Y/N, you ready to go?” he called out to you, before giving a look to his mother, a look you couldn’t quite decipher. Nikki only smiled innocently at her son and you eyed them while you got up.

“Yeah, I am ready to go.”

“I’ll see you kids at the restaurant, drive safe!” She gave you and Tom a hug before you two headed out of the penthouse, taking the stairs to the ground level.

“What’s the deal with those glasses? Too lazy to put your contacts in?” you asked him when you exited the building.

“Oh no, I don’t actually need glasses,” Tom told you with a grin. “They’re a fashion statement.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes at him. “Geez, movie stars are so vain. Having to wear glasses is such a bother, I don’t understand why you would willingly put up with that.”

“Because I look great with them,” he pointed out and laughed, getting into the car after he’s unlocked it.

“It’s true though, admit it,” Tom teased you and you narrowed your eyes at him, huffing with a blush.

“Whatever.”

Tom snickered and started the car, wiggling with his shoulders. “You totally think I am handsome.”

You didn’t bother with a reply and he’s left grinning to himself as he drove back to your hotel. When you’ve reached the hotel, you made your way up to your floor, chattering about idle things. Entering your hotel room, you kicked your shoes off and tossed your backpack on the bed while Tom took a seat on the couch.

“So I’ll just take a quick shower and get changed, it won’t take long,” you told him, gesturing to the bathroom.

“Sure, I’ll wait here!”

He gave you a thumbs up and turned back to his phone while you disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

You quickly stripped off your clothes and stepped into the shower, not wanting to waste any time. You didn’t want to make anyone wait at the restaurant for you. After washing the sweat and grime from the hike off, you turned off the shower, shaking off the remaining water. Drying yourself off, you wrapped your hair in a towel, stilling when you looked into the mirror and saw your naked body. Something was wrong. You felt like you were missing something important. Your cheeks grew red when you realized your mistake.

“Fuck.”

You had forgotten to bring a change of clothes into the bathroom.

to be continued...

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cydie · 3 years

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i was playing something

[[MORE]]

in this communal area and it was like not gaia online but i called it that and it was creepy kinda and add in about the game it was like i was looking for the next part of the story so i guess it started out like sky but ended up being something else and i was in this massive castle thing where i was vulnerable and after a bit i said i was lost and the guys tried to help me

and these three guys were in the same game also but not with me and we started being friends and cameron griffiths was one of them but the other two i didn’t recognise but there was only 2 of them irl in the gaming room we were in

we got into a different game that was supposed to be astroneer but it turned into something else and we were starting and i was new and they were with the log wood people???? the boss sort lady spoke cantonese so i badly spoke it back and i was “in” the sentence was i like to listen to music and i said i speak cantonese i also like to listen to music

there was also one point before this but after gaia

me, brad, rubii, and a third person i couldn’t place were shopping?? shopping centre was a lil weird but i guess it incorporated me thinking about savannah cos we both didn’t like savannah instead and we were friends and we got this cake ????i could draw it it was like flat vertical and the cover went over it and there was an extra flat thing that looked like a coffee template that i slid in somewhere

going back to the game dream where idk if it was gaia or not but we had challenges and before that there was this like section where we were idk marching??? and i walked all the way to where the boys where, chatted a bit and went to the bathroom and two ladies were “freebleeding” sitting in these sink things?? but they stopped and the other one was like why did you stop its just another girl and the other one was like idk she might not like freebleeding not everyone does and I was like i dont mind keep going this is your space or smth and got into the cubicle and idk if i was on my period or not but they were announcing the “best newbie” award or some shit and that’s how i found out my name

my name was hollie somethingi’veforgotten and i missed the award because i was in the bathroom

later we were actually marching and i’d lost my place but i saw the boys so i just got in line randomly and made friends with another girl who was also lost - i think this is where i also accidentally meet another guy that knows the boys and is out of place??

next challenge we were in the line and the line got tot he front and there was an fox and the girl pointed it out and bc i wasn’t listening i had no idea what we were actually doing so i got very low key scared of the fox and the way it was being pointed out but we got to the front and i guess we had to remember something??? but there was candy all on the table in bowls and plates and the large guinea pig character behind the table took some and the girl used her mouth to suck in and up a large freckle chocolate thing so i did the same it was in a bowl in the middle and we both had plates of what looks like a lot of skittles or m&ms but we walked around to the boys and i found another girl i guess i knew (maybe from shopping) and hugged her and saw the boys and another boy was like wtf you know everyone and the boys/cameron??? was like yeah she’s our friend tho or smth

i guess we switched games or restarted something cos we were in the loading screen again out of game in character out of game character and first guy that looks kinda like uhhh ??? plop from the office maybe or like bumper from pitch went from robot to this animal like character and the same happened with cameron but he was a different animal based character

and then i woke up?

#personal #dreams #havent posted a dream in a while

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piduai · 6 years

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b d k l u w x y z

thx jam u always got my back

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

cant think of anything, it’s usually me who doesnt stfu about my shit so i get people on hook to consider what they didn’t. im a bad victim of peer pressure

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

i feel like if i didnt loathe ginzura my blood pressure would thank me in this cruel, cruel world. i don’t wish i liked it tho i just wish it didnt make me wanna vomit my half-digested dinner every time as much as a mention of it appears in front of my godforsaken eyes

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

zuko from avatar. that’s good character work there. from anime i’d say anthy and aiko, even tho neither of them has a _development_ arc but rather bits of unveiling their apparently flimsy characters that hide incredible depth. i love the three of them so much anyway

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

i would LOVE seimei if i read loveless as an adult or at least teen and didn’t have personal feelings involved. he’s a terrific character, normally he would be my #1, he’s really well-written and has basically everything i need to love (sick in the head, family issues, aspd, villain). too bad i want his guts spilled all around and him having a horrifying painful death

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

Soubi from loveless, he is, was and always will be my #1. it’s way too personal. i love him much more than i can afford, and much more than i ever loved anything under the sun.

kikyo from inuyasha, she’s my childhood puppy love, i was obsessed with her as a kid. actually it was her, hotaru from sailor moon and lumiere from kiddy grade but kikyo will always have a place in my heart, dear and warm

griffith from berserk. outstandingly brilliant character writing, developement and ending. note that i consider actual griffith gone after the eclipse, neo!griffith nor femto are half as raw and well-rounded as the original griffith, who still had his humanity in his hands. i can go on incredible lengths wrt griff but point is, this is my top 3, never changing fav characters.

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom

dude mc whose dick craves everyone and their cousin for no reason. he’s just there and everyone wants a piece of it even tho he’s mediocre at best (case in point: g*ntama, m*gi, k*roshitsuji, bl*ck l*goon, etc etc etc). i usually just end up hating the dude and wanting the title to have a downer ending where he dies (c*wboy b*ebop delivered)

he was a boy, she was a girl, they fall in love for no fucking reason just bc they were het material

woman’s entire character revolves around a dude, her core motivation and actions are adhered to cater to some dude just because

self-sacrificing women

hero complex mcs

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

tragic characters, especially women (case in point: aiko, anthy, kikyo, tamaki from mononoke, Soubi, nanami from katanagatari, sansa from asoiaf, vash from trigun, etc). when life keeps giving them lemons and putting them through incredible hardships and fucks them up bad and tragic, that’s my jam. i said “especially women” bc male characters are rarely put in such roles but i’ll take both. i’ll also take any kind of development, whether the character killed themselves out of despair, was killed, lived on and managed to get better, lived on and managed to become bitter and a villain, idc, just fuck someone up and let me watch

trope where villain has an ephiphany, rethinks their whole life, and befriends the main party

rivals to lovers

selfish women, unapologetically unfeminine (personality-wise) women, women who care about themselves and their loved ones more than about some randos, women who are strong and resilient and intelligent and use their wit

powerful women. girls with guns and swords, women in command, domineering women, “don’t fuck with her” women, stoic, strong women

the puppeter, or the spider, or the one behind the throne kind of characters, eminence grise

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

you know it’s dangan ronpa bc of u

hannibal unfortunately

v*ltron unfortunately (x2)

various video games i have no business knowing about but i do

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)

i really miss the feeling of being A Lot into something, like sure hyperfixations are technically unhealthy but they make life so much easier… they fill it with some kind of purpose, it’s just nice to know that there’s a safe spot somewhere that will make you feel less miserable, that you can genuinely enjoy and share with other people and just love it. im lost now but i really miss the feeling

#thank u jen

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Kevin Cage of @spotlightsaga reviews… Veep (S06E02) Library Airdate: April 23, 2017 @hbo @veephbo Ratings: 0.625 Million :: 0.27 18-49 Demo Share Score: 8/10

*******SPOILERS BELOW/SORT OF*******

Life after D.C. It’s a bitch right? Well… Its more like a bittersweet bitch. I’m not sure if I ever shared this story, or it’s even relevant… But I’ll spin it in favor of the episode as much as possible. It’s a long one, buckle up. Back in my ‘Rave Days’ (yes, when Raves were actually Raves… And no one ever uttered the disgusting three letter acronym EDM)… We used to grab a flyer and jar of pills or sheet of LSD and take off driving to a random city that was throwing the best party or had the best looking flyer tacked on to the 'Party Wall of Fame’ at our local vinyl shop. There was a party at the D.C. Tunnel and we had to go, the flyer was literally a 5-Page booklet! We booked a room right smack dab in the middle of D.C, amongst the monuments and touristy tourist attractions, and let me tell you… It was FANTASTIC… But when we got to the rave it was in the mother fn’ ghetto… We parked by train tracks and headed over to the tunnel. This was seriously wrong turn area, but there were several thousand people at the party, surely this was a safe place to park the car right?

We got into the venue and sold what drugs we had, I wanted Acid badly, I was dead set on it… Nigel Richards & Skylab 2000 were playing that night, TJR was bringing the Acid House in a side room, and there were some Hardcore & Happy Hardcore legends there (Rob Gee & DJ Storm, it’s weird how I remember those little details so vividly - Major points to anyone who knows these DJ’s) and I wanted to be tripping balls. We met some guy who was really 'nice’ (not PLUR nice, but nice enough, he certainly wasn’t dawning a tee-shirt that said 'I Eat Kandy Kids’ like I did) and he really did seem totally legit… We bought several hits (a few too many, where were you Dansafe?), but once we figured out they were bunk, lil man was nowhere to be found. Now start keeping tabs: *Robbed Once*

Fuck it! So what?! We may have been drugless in DC’s notorious Club Drug palace but there were rooms and rooms filled with East Coast’s finest Party Kids and there legendary DJ’s for days… We weren’t going to let that get us down. One of the people we were with had eaten a bunch of the rolls we sold and he was absolutely FACED. We danced all night, but I wore quickly and eventually wanted to hit an after party or the hotel to wind down into chill mode. We get back to the car, and mind you, we were just 20 minutes from the hotel but we were like 9-10 hours from where we were living at the time… The car greeted us with a somber tale… It had been broken into and the whole passenger side window had been shattered to pieces. No other cars around us appeared to have been hit. My immediate reaction was 'Oh shit! My Rare CD collection!’, but they had left every last CD and literally everything of value in the car except for an Outkast Hoodie that had been purchased at a concert… WTF?! It wasn’t mine, but I was to be the one to sit in the passenger seat, and now the kid who was rolling balls had no hoodie… And this was November in DC. At least there was some silver lining… It wasn’t my hoodie! Keep up, y'all: *Robbed Twice*

The neighborhood was… uhm… sketchy, to say the least, but I wasn’t going to sit in a damn car that was full of glass with frigid cold air smacking me in the face, so we stopped at the closest gas station to clean up and patch the window up with some duct tape and some plastic bags… A decision I very much regretted later due to the decibel levels of the plastic bags waving in the wind on the highway on the way home. Our friend who was rolling was walking around this VERY sketchy gas station at 5am in the hoodiest HOOD in DC and suddenly I look up and he’s walking over to us with two thugs. “Hey these guys have some 'Harry Potters’! He says they’re dank!” (Yes we said things like that back then.) We were just robbed twice, and these guys looked more likely to sell you crack than ecstasy, so I personally politely declined… But our rolling, hoodie-less friend couldn’t resist. They make a transaction and he heads back to the car with an open pack of Newports that supposedly contained 5-6 Harry Potters and some weed… But upon inspection it was revealed to be stuffed full of actual dryer lint from a public dryer. You could tell because of the boxy nature of the lint and… JUST BECAUSE. Anywho… You’ve been counting right?: *ROBBED THREE TIMES IN ONE NIGHT!*

Despite the bullshit, the party was fantastic and we made the noisy and *very cold* 10 hour ride home the following day. That’s D.C. in a nutshell, you can get robbed 3 times in one night and still have the time of your life and even end up going back again and again. The whole city is weird and Baltimore is even worse, just ask Melanie Griffith’s 'Honey Whitlock’ in John Waters’ 'Cecil B. DeMented’, you know, before the weird Stockholm Syndrome she developed alongside a fetish for Outlaw Cinema and 'Celibacy for Celluloid’. Never seen it? Don’t ask! But if you read my reviews and tolerate stories like these when I should be reviewing Veep to a tee, then you really should be brushed up on your Waters’ films!

THE POINT IS, and yes there is a point… Is that no matter what terrible thing happens to Selina Meyer in, around, or about Washington DC, she’ll never be able to shake it. Believe it or not D.C. Is a tough city for the poor and a tough city for the elite. America’s capital was once the poster city for the Crack Epidemic in the 80’s, but it bounced back. And D.C. itself is like crack, it gets you high as fuck, it’s pointless, it ruins your life, but once your low on it, all you can think about is more… That’s exactly where Selina Meyer is in her career. She’s a hot fucking mess who has proverbially robbed three times in one night, Mike is the rolling kid in her backseat who bought fake drugs from thugs at a seedy gas station (in this case tho, he bought Asian kids over the internet), and all she can think about is repairing her window and making an epic fucking comeback. Did I at least halfway edge that story into Veep’s 6th’s Season’s 2nd episode 'Library’?! If you said no, you must’ve never spent any quality time in DC then or the generational gap is REAL! But looking at the age group numbers that watch this show, I believe that there are probably mainly 'Me’s’ that are watching the show.

Long winded, real-life tragic party story turned Selina Meyer metaphor aside, I’m *really* liking this slightly more shrill 6th Season. Everything they are doing with Jonah is brilliant. The only thing that would have been better than seeing him bomb the only 4 matches of dates they found for him, would be a speed-dating session ala low budget reality show. That would fucking slay. We have a core narrative starting to spread its wings and show its blueprints, and the whole tone of the show feels far more menacing… Everything from Chlumsky and Bakkedahl’s delivery to Selina and Gary’s raw desperation. These bitches are thirsty, but the jokes are landing like Amy Schumer at a show at The Apollo after she watched a marathon of 'The Greatest Comics of All Time’s Best Moments Most People Won’t Remember’. I really hope none of that flew over your heads. I seriously doubt it would. Veep is the smartest comedy on television and it’s audience is very niche. That’s why I feel comfortable dropping bombs like this Review/'Bullshit Aftershow’ in your lap after an episode like 'Library’. In its character’s darkest hours, 'Veep’ shines like it’s in its finest… And that’s why I love this show to itty bitty little tiny pieces.

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I like how Muria did everything in his power to prove that Griffith is not some kind of "evil heartless monster" antagonist type, but people end up misinterpreted him anyway. What a shame! Do you know why?

Yeah it’s really unfortunate bc he’s such an interesting complex character and I wish more people appreciated that. Tho I have a few ideas on why so many Berserk fans ignore most of the text and write Griffith off as evil from the start.

I mean obviously the biggest one is that Femto’s defining act of evil is rape. And tbh I put the blame pretty squrely on Miura for that one lol, like, I can’t actually blame anyone for being unable to feel sympathy for or enjoy the complexities of a character who later turns into a monster and rapes another major character.

Like the problem with using sexual assault as your major illustrative example of the ~darkness in the hearts of men~ or whatever is that it’s pretty damn common for people to have experienced it themselves, or know someone who has, and therefore reactions to a depiction of rape are inevitably a lot more visceral than reactions to say, murder or torture. Even if Griffith is depicted as a sympathetic, three dimensional, very interesting character throughout the Golden Age, I can’t blame anyone for not giving a fuck and just hating him anyway because his evil alter ego’s first act was rape. People ignoring your good writing is a price you pay as a creator for using rape as shock value and cheap drama.

(Plus when you add his badly written night with Charlotte to the mix, like, again, I can’t blame anyone for going “fuck this guy” and not caring about his depth of character. Like I don’t think the night with Charlotte is meant to be read as rape because there are zero indications that we’re supposed to think it’s skeevy or even potentially morally dubious once Charlotte gets into it - to me it reads like a badly written bodice-ripper type scene where the woman just has to get turned on and then she forgets propriety and enjoys herself - but again, that’s on Miura and his sometimes shitty writing.)

However, that said, from what I’ve seen the vast majority of Griffith haters still love Guts, who also sexually assaults the very same character (except Guts hadn’t even just been magically transformed first, and the first time he sexually assaulted her was long before the hound ever made an appearance), so like, when so many people condemn one character and excuse another for the same thing, there’s obviously something else at work.

So putting aside the rape, I think there are a lot of other factors as to why Griffith is so hated while very few of his haters extend that ire to Guts as well.

Like, for starters, Griffith is gay, or at the very least, gay coded and feminine in appearance and clearly in love with the protagonist, which definitely makes a lot of straight cis dude fans uncomfortable and a lot less likely to be able to empathize with him, judging by the offensive nicknames they tend to use for him.

But then there’s also just the way Griffith lies to himself, which, if you tend to take things at face value in a story, is going to give you a serious misunderstanding of his character. Eg, a lot of fans think that when he tells Casca he doesn’t feel guilty for the deaths of the people who follow him he’s being genuinely truthful and sociopathic lol, ignoring the fact that he’s self-harming grotesquely during that conversation, among other hints that he’s deluding himself. Lots of people take character dialogue as ultimate truth, missing other context clues that are often more revealing.

And then there’s the fact that he ends up betraying the protagonist and becoming an antagonist, and a lot of people just aren’t interested in moral grey stories so they project black and white values onto it. So since Griffith/Femto/NeoGriff is the antagonist, everything he’s done must have been evil and he must’ve been solely motivated by selfish desire for power, and they’ll twist the story to find support for that. Like I’ve seen people who take Griffith’s “I will choose the place that you die” as evidence that he’s been planning to sacrifice everyone for power from the very start lol, even though that makes zero sense, just because they need Griffith to have been villainous all along or the story doesn’t fit their moral framework.

Like, while Berserk takes a general moral stance that a person’s actions shape them, a lot of people believe that a person’s actions reveal their true, innate nature deep down. So, to them, Griffith sacrificing the Band isn’t an act that turns him into a monster, it’s an act that reveals he’s always been a monster and now the veneer of humanity has been removed. Yk, the kind of fans who say that if Griffith was a good person he wouldn’t’ve sacrificed his friends, because no good person would ever do that, as though Good and Evil are qualities a person is born with. Which I consider to be an extremely boring way of looking at fiction, and a troubling way of viewing morality, and totally at odds with what Miura’s attempting to say, but people will always bring their own philosophy to the table.

Similarly I think that, at least for some people, this is why Guts’ frankly evil actions get totally downplayed or written off - because he’s the protagonist so he has to be A Good Person. Therefore he had to have been possessed by an evil spirit when he assaulted Casca (despite the fact that the first time was in Godo’s spirit-repelling cave and most people forget that even happened, and the second time was in broad daylight without a ghost in sight or any visual indication that Guts was anything other than himself.) Or they say it’s okay because Guts stopped before actually penetrating her, and he’s had a hard life, and cut him a little slack and let him get back together with Casca bc he’s a good person and he deserves to be happy blah blah horrifying blah.

idk I’m definitely not accusing everyone who hates Griffith and flattens his character of being a hypocrite lol, like I said, there are plenty of possible reasons to view him as evil, and some are totally reasonable. But yk there is kind of a double standard at work when people love Guts and hate Griffith and I think it’s worth looking at why that might be.

#ask #cw rape//#only text but discussed at length #Anonymous #b #theme: critique #character: griffith #character: femto #character: guts #character: beast of darkness #theme: fandom

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