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lowkey inactive but sometimes I shitpost

[lilyeholland]

Wow hi guys it’s been a while…..

I DON’T write fanfic anymore but I am currently trying to write a contemporary romance novel. (Kinda risky considering I haven’t seriously written in years).

Does anyone want to become writing buddies with me??? We can share our work, give feedback & hold each other accountable???

I started this project in December 2024 & have barely dipped my toe into the whole story because I keep restarting after I decide I hate what’s already there.

[luna-azzurra]

On Writing People Who Self-Sabotage

✧ burning down bridges, then complaining about isolation.

✧ procrastination, but make it existential.

✧ turning every opportunity into a test you’re doomed to fail.

✧ knowing exactly what would fix things and refusing to do it.

✧ saying “I don’t deserve this” until it becomes prophecy.

✧ mistaking chaos for control.

✧ pushing people away, then grieving the silence.

✧ calling it “honesty” when it’s just fear in disguise.

✧ needing to be right about your own brokenness.

✧ craving love but ducking every time it gets close.

✧ sabotaging good things before they can leave you first.

✧ perfectionism as slow self-destruction.

✧ the guilt hangover after every impulsive decision.

✧ healing, finally, and realizing how exhausting it was to fight yourself.

[lilyeholland]

Answer me this pls

Is Fin Argus gay or just a really cool str8 person

[athenaeum-simps-deactivated2024]

Tom Hiddleston 😘

Credit :- @grimyfrightz

*Daddy* *yeah*

[lilyeholland]

You guys I think I’m in love with Michael Cimino

[miserysdesigns]

YOUR HONOR, YOU ARE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND TELL ME THAT THEY ARE IN HETEROSEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS ??

[djdangerlove]

The universal expression for “Stop it. What are you doing?”

[poppin-peters]

when alex yells “IM SWIMMING” when they found out they were playing at the orpheum reblog if you agree

[lilyeholland]

Why does no one write Owen fic lmao this is so sad

[tarlosbuddies]

hey, that’s my emotional support dumbass and dumbasser

[lilyeholland]

Hiya, what's your favorite clown topic? - clown anon 🤡

Buddie from 9-1-1 🤡🤡🤡🤡 makes me clown so hard

Also thinking 1D is gonna come back with a reunion tour someday BAHAHAHAH🤡🤡🤡

Or still clinging onto the idea that I will indeed meet Owen Joyner and he will indeed fall in love with me and we will indeed live happily ever after HAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAIMSOFUNNY🤡🤡

[phantomsandsunsets]

These boys are gonna be the death of me

[lilyeholland]

Will you guys go follow my Instagram🥺

I post some funny things sometimes & my talent agency said it’s encouraged to have a large social media following lol so it would mean so much if you could go follow me!!!

[lilyeholland]

OMGGG I ABSOLUTELY ADORED YOUR LUKE DRIVERS LICENSES FIC!! PLEASE TELL ME YOUR ARE GOING TO WRITE MORE FOR HIM!??

I’m gonna write a part 2 for driver’s license!!! And then I’ll probably take requests after that since I’m terrible at coming up with ideas for fanfic 😂😂 IF YOU HAVE ANY REQUESTS OR IDEAS, REQUEST IN MY ASK BOX!!!!

[lilyeholland]

Driver’s License

[Luke Patterson x Reader]

Requested: YES! By my bestie @dakotagillespie !!! (go follow her, she makes amazing art♥). 

Based off the song ‘driver’s license’ by Olivia Rodrigo

Summary: After a whole Spring and Summer of Luke teaching Y/N to drive, she’s finally ready to get her license and makes plans to take her boyfriend back to his parent’s after he plays at the Orpheum. 

A/N: Bruh I’m literally making little mini series’ about Sunset Curve’s boo thangs before they died..... sorry for all the angst but also I’m not sorry at all :)

“Pull over, pull over, pull over,” Luke repeats enthusiastically, scared but still giggling at how horrible of a driver you are. 

You quickly turn on your blinker and pull off to the side of the road, feeling your heart beat all the way down your arms. You felt like it was making the whole car shake. 

You look over at Luke, eyes wide, nervous to look into his eyes after almost killing him. ‘Almost killing him’ is an exaggeration. You only swerved into the other lane a little because you thought you saw a squirrel in the middle of the road. Turns out, it was just a leaf. 

“Well that was,” Luke struggles to find the right words, “an adventure.” He looks at your face, sees your on the verge of tears and trying so hard to bottle it up and shifts his position in the passenger’s seat. “Hey, it’s okay. I sucked at driving too when I first started.”

“You think I suck at driving?” You nearly shout at him, only half of you taking offense to that. 

“Wait, no! No, no, no. That’s not what I meant, I mean-” he takes a deep breath and huffs it out in a laugh. 

You give him a tilted look, your pending tears now fading away as a smile crosses her face. “I know what you meant, Luke,” you interrupt his babbling and reach out for his hand. “I’m just giving you a hard time.”

“Well, don’t do that!” He bats his eyelashes as he looks back up at you, your hand fitting snug in his. “Also, please try not to kill me anymore, okay? I wanna be able to live to play the Orpheum.” 

“AH!” you shout in a teasing-defensive tone, taking the map from off the dashboard and hitting him with it. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” he shouts as he reaches through your hands to tickle your sides, knowing it’s your weakness. Immediately, your hands fly to his to try and get him to stop. Loud laughs and high pitched squeals fill the car as you fight off each other’s loving touches. 

“This probably looks so wrong,” Luke say through a breathless laugh.

“What do you mean?” you get out once you’re able to stop laughing.

“A pulled over, fogged up car that’s rocking back and forth? People are gonna think we’re up to something naughty.” Luke decrescendos his voice so its merely a whisper by the end of his sentence. 

“And what if we were?” You tease, brushing the mess of hair out of his face. 

“Aaah,” he nods his head and smiles. “I like the way you think, Y/N,” he leans up closer to you, his nose brushing against yours until your lips meet. He pushes himself up more so he’s taller than you, continuing to kiss you and hold the side of your face in his hand. 

“I’m never gonna get my license if we keep doing this every time you take me driving,” you say in between kisses, your smile clashing on top of his. 

He groans and pulls himself off of you. “You take your test in what? Like a week?”

“On Wednesday, yeah.”

“So, we’re fiiiiineee,” he sings. “We should still probably take you home so your mom doesn’t flip out on me for having you out too late. One of our mothers already hates me, we don’t need both of them to.”

“Luke, don’t say that. Your mom doesn’t hate you.” You reassure him, looking longingly into his now sad eyes. 

“She sure acts like it,” he looks down at his hands and his voice gets quiet. Noticing the tension in the car he’s created, he quickly perks up and says, “switch me spots, I’ll take you home,” with a smile and a wink. 

You hadn’t talked to Luke in a while. Every time you went by his house, he wasn’t there because him and his mom were fighting. You hated seeing how estranged he was from his mother and wished you could do something to help. 

Today, you drove by his house to tell him the exciting news that you had passed your driver’s test!! To your luck, he was outside pulling some weeds when you pulled up in the driveway. He gave you a look and wiggled his eyebrows once he realized it was you driving that 92′ Chevy Blazer. You quickly got out of the car and ran into his arms.

You couldn’t decide if he was more cute or more hot with his cut off shirt, gardening gloves and sunhat. 

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” you smile as you rub in some of the sunscreen on his cheek. 

“Yeah, mom’s making me do yardwork before band practice.” He rolls his eyes and scoffs. “But look at you! You got your license, and a car?!” He changes his mood so quickly, pointing over to your new ride. “This is sick, Y/N,” he wraps his arm over your shoulders and brings you in for a side hug, kissing the top of your head while doing so. 

“I know! Now I can actually pick you up after the show and we can maybe come back here after?”

Luke groans again. “Do we have to? She doesn’t even know we’re playing there, yet.”

“I think it would be nice for her to see how good you guys actually are. Maybe she’ll be more supportive after that.” You shrug at him, trying to convince him that she just needs some time to come around.

“Speaking of the devil,” Luke starts, “let’s go somewhere before she gets back,” he coos as she pulls you into his body. 

“Don’t you have to do yardwork?”

“I’m basically done,” he bites off his gardening gloves and throws them into the yard. 

“Okay, cowboy,” you tease him as you flick his sunhat off of his head and walk off to the driver’s side of the car. 

“Don’t let Reggie hear you call me that, he’s been trying to get us to sing country music for forever.”

You laugh at the messy-haired boy beside you, soaking in the moment of the two of you together before he makes it big with Sunset Curve and won’t be able to see you as much anymore. 

“You know, I wish you were more comfortable driving so I could hold your hand right now,” he looks over at you, although your eyes are glued to the road ahead of you. You manage to get out a laugh, fighting the temptation to look at his cute face. 

Since he can’t hold your hand, he settles for resting his had on your knee. Which, in your opinion, was much better.

[bob-belcher]

[thecluelessredhead]

The amount of times that I quote Owen Patrick Joyner during my everyday life and don’t even notice is frightening.