#pls read!!

[m1ssrenee]

So apparently there’s a blizzard coming to where I live soon and they’re saying it’s gonna be one of the worst ones we’ve possibly had, so I just wanted to say that if I end up not posting, interacting with, or talking to anybody on here for a long period of time, then it’s probably because my power/internet got destroyed! It’s so scary but hopefully everything will be fine…but yeah, if I disappear from the internet for a long while then at least you all will know why! ☹️

[sungbeam]

gonna say this real quick, but i'm gonna delete the tumblr app for the time being cuz finals szn has descended upon me and it's not looking too good :')

so for the good of my grades, i'll be peacing out for the time being! see y'all hopefully in a week </3

[justacomedy-archived]

Mains & Exclusives  I’ve decided to officially incorporate mains and exclusives on this blog.  Please take a moment to give this a read ( especially if you are interested in becoming a main or an exclusive to my Arthur! )  Please take note that I will be still open to interactions with all mutuals, my mains take priority while exclusivity means I will not ship romantically with another portrayal of the same character! I’ve added a mains & exclusives section towards the bottom of my rules page ( link: x ). There you will find my list of mains and exclusives and information about becoming a main or exclusive. 

Please take note that I will be open to interactions with all mutuals, this change just means that from here on out, my mains will take priority when I’m writing while exclusivity means I will not ship romantically with another portrayal of the same character! 

Mains are those who I write often with, our writing clicks and we as mun talk often and vibe well together! 

   -Mains will get priority when I write and they are not limited to the 1-2 thread rule.     -I will only allow up to 3 of the same character to become a main (as in, I will not become mains with 19 Harley Quinn blogs: only up to 3.)    -Becoming a main takes time! I will only become mains if we actually talk ooc and write together frequently. If we have like, no interaction, don't expect to be come a main.    -If we have been writing together for a while, our writing chemistry is great (we write often, our writing flows, etc) and you want to become a main, please shoot me a DM! 

Exclusives are those who I will only write a romantic relationship with and will not be open to romantically shipping with a duplicate of the same muse. 

   -My exclusives are also part of my mains; they receive priority and are not limited by the 1-2 thread rule.    -Becoming an exclusive takes a lot longer as I have to feel 100% confident that we vibe ooc wise, our character dynamics must be legitimate and that your portrayal is the portrayal I would like to dedicate Arthur to romantically.     -I will expect exclusivity to be a mutual thing: you cannot expect to be exclusive to my blog while shipping with other Arthur or Joker blogs.    -If we have been writing together for a long time, have great writing chemistry and good connection ooc wise,  please feel free to ask to become exclusive with me. I may or may not need some time to think about it before making an official decision as this is a big step; it all depends on our interactions and our chemistry ic & ooc. IMPORTANT: I have the right to drop main & exclusivity status for any reason. I will come to you first before doing so. I can also deny main & exclusivity status for any reason. You also have the right to request being taken off of both mains & exclusives list for any reason- I will not ask questions, though would appreciate an explanation if you are comfortable providing one.

[priorityregistration]

WOULD YALL READ IT IF I POSTED AN ORIGINAL STORY

it’s super long but basically a rewrite of q-force with better and more diverse characters

it isn’t done yet either but when it is would y’all read it???

[billylenzstolemyphone]

new lokius update, my little gremlins!

i have published a new one-shot!! i really like it, actually, which is surprising i don’t usually enjoy most of the things i write BUT im trying to work on not being so hard on myself uhh yeah! please go check it out if you’re interested, i write for fun but i’m always looking to improve so make sure to leave your thoughts/prompts/suggestions/and criticism! it’s all appreciated :) anyways, school starts tomorrow which i am pretty stressed about hdhkdsj i may come up with a posting schedule for the week, i’m not so sure yet so if at some point you guys only get one or two chapters a week i’m very sorry :(( i promise i’ll try to update as frequently as i can!! thank you all so much for reading, it means the world <3 take care!! mwah!

link to the book: https://www.wattpad.com/1119215575-lokius-one-shots-short-stories-to-be-alone-with

[duskholland]

The Rooftop Party - Tom Holland

Summary: Your heart aches to belong to your co-star Tom, who you’re sure only sees you as a friend. Things come to a boil during a particularly eventful party ;)

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: I watched Crazy Stupid Love the other week and I can’t stop thinking about that Dirty Dancing lift scene, so… Here we go. Full inspo came from there, but I put a spin on the relationship and scenario. Hope you enjoy!

His arms are around your waist and his chin’s pressing over your shoulder, and the gentle warming heat of his body slowly drifts over yours. You shiver a little as Tom hugs you, pulling your back into his firm front, the loose tips of his hair tickling the side of your face as you try your best to pretend your heart isn’t beating out of your chest at the contact.

“What ya doing?” He asks, words drifting directly into your ear. You sigh contentedly as he sways the two of you together, and though you aren’t able to see his face, you can almost picture the lazy grin plastered to his lips.

“Jus’ looking at the view,” you say, eyes moving from where you’re watching his hands on your hips and up, over the edge of the building. You’re at Zendaya’s birthday party and it happens to be on the roof of a tall building, meaning you’re able to peer over the edge of the walls and look out across the twilight of the city sprawled beneath you. It’s incredibly peaceful, to be standing at the edge of the party with Tom’s arms wrapped around you and his chin on your shoulder. There’s just one thing wrong…

You aren’t together, and you know the arms around your waist are his idea of being close to a friend.

“You’re the view,” he teases, finally pulling away. You try not to pout as he drops his hold and steps beside you, your arms brushing in the slight evening breeze as he looks out across the city. From the corner of your eyes, you make out a few things that cause your heart to beat just a little faster; the soft wavy brown strands of his hair arranged in curls atop his head, the way his eyes are wide with admiration as they scan the horizon, the happily lopsided grin fixed to his pink lips. And you sigh, because, not for the first time, you find yourself aching to throw yourself into his arms and make home in his lips.

“Are you having a good time?” You ask, finally breaking the silence. Tom turns to you, leaning one arm on the railing that tops the walls as he hums agreeingly, meeting your gaze with a grin.

“I’m having a great time,” he corrects. “I feel like I never see you around set these days, ‘n I miss you.” His voice is soft, crawling with care and comfort and you feel a part of your heart melt.

“Yeah,” you mutter, sadness creeping into your tone. You’re starring alongside him in the second Spider-Man film, but with your role as villain and the scattered shooting schedule, it’s been forever since you’ve shared any scenes with Tom. You thought the distance from your co-star would help you get over him, but really, the distance has only caused your heart to grow fonder. “I miss seeing your face every morning.”

Tom hesitates, his expression briefly twisting into something more nervous as he straightens up, running his hands down the front of his t-shirt. You try not to watch his biceps ripple as he does, but it’s awfully hard to bring your eyes away from them. “Listen, Y/N, I- I had something I wanted to say to you.”

An eyebrow creeps up your forehead. “That’s pretty ominous, Tom,” you tease, trying to bite back the nerves suddenly churning in your stomach. You reach up, your hand wrapping around his on the railing and linking your fingers together, trying not to focus on how right it feels.

“It’s not anything bad, I don’t think,” he carries on, teeth grazing his lower lip. “It could just change how things are between us, and I don’t want to upset what we have going on.” He pauses to squeeze your hand, something in his eyes glinting charmingly.

“Tom,” you say, voice firmer, “you’re worrying me. Just tell me!”

As his lips are going to form the next, secretive words, Harrison suddenly appears, barrelling into the both of you with red cheeks and glazed eyes.

“Tom! Y/N!” He exclaims, words only a little slurred. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, effectively breaking your connection with Tom’s hand. “You guys are so annoying. Come back to the party!” He insists. He turns, spinning around, and throws his arm back around your shoulder, hand thumping against the top of your arm as you groan softly.

“Haz,” you mutter, tilting your head to meet his inebriated gaze. “Someone having a good time?”

“Oh yeah,” he agrees, already leading you back towards the party. You look past him to see Tom’s being dragged along by Harrison’s other arm. “The tequila is so good tonight. You guys have to try it, I’m being serious.” His gaze goes to Tom and he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “You especially, Tom. You know, it might help a lot with that thing you need to say to Y/N.”

Your eyebrows shoot up as you crane your neck forwards to see Tom’s reaction, meeting embarrassed eyes and rosy cheeks.

“Shut up, Harrison,” Tom mutters. He forces Harrison to a halt by a chair, and with your help, you manage to get your drunk friend down into it. “We’ll go get you some water. Stay here.” He wags a finger at his best friend, rolling his eyes when Harrison shrugs cheekily.

“Where else would I go?” Harrison mutters. “The entertainment is anywhere you guys are.” He dissolves into a fit of giggles that you don’t quite understand, but before you can ask, Tom’s hand is back on yours, bringing you away from Harrison.

“I’m sorry about him,” he groans, embarrassment clearly in his voice. He meets your eyes with apology in his gaze. “Harrison’s a monster after a few drinks.”

You shrug, laughing lightly. “It’s alright, Tom. I’ve seen him like this before. And anyway, he’s not your responsibility.”

Tom shrugs, squeezing your fingers with his. “Either way, darling, I’m still sorry.” He pauses, coughing suddenly. “Let’s, uh, go get some water, yeah?”

Cheeks flaming from the pet name, you nod quickly. “Alright.”

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The rest of the evening passes by in a blur of Tom.

He’s everywhere. Constantly either with his hand in yours or his arm around your waist or his eyes watching you intently. And you don’t mind - of course you don’t, a part of you wishes he’d never leave your side - but it does act to confuse you and your thumping heart. Each touch is torture. Having him so close to you, his breath falling over your neck as he nuzzles your shoulder, or his words brushing up against your ear or his fingers tracing patterns over the back of your palm… It all just acts to twist your heart in knots.

But it isn’t until a little later that things really escalate.

“‘Ey, Tom!” Harrison hollers, now a little more sober but still with his brain soaked in a shot too many. He moves over on wobbly legs, grinning widely when he sees your position: settled on a couch together, your legs thrown over Tom’s lap, his arms wrapped around you. “You remember that film we watched the other night? About those dancing people?” Tom grins. “Dirty Dancing?”

Harrison beams. “That’s the one. And that lift, with the aeroplane thing?” Tom falters ever so slightly. “Yeah, the Dirty Dancing lift.”

“Do it! With Y/N! Right now!”

You snort, quickly swallowing down the remnants of your drink as you turn to Tom. “You want to?” You ask, not completely opposed to the idea. If you’re being honest, part of you has always wanted to attempt the move, and what better excuse to get a little closer to the man you’re fairly sure you’ve fallen in love with.

He meets your eyes, question resting in his stare. “If you want to, I guess I’m down?”

You grin, quickly climbing off his lap and offering him a hand up. As soon as you’re both on your feet, you discard the various cocktails and shots you’ve been slowly devouring and find an open space, Harrison trailing after you slowly.

“You’re not going to drop me, are you?” You check quickly, stretching out your arms as you stare at Tom sceptically.

“Of course not, love,” he replies, sounding just a bit offended at your lack of trust. “I’ll catch you. Don’t worry about it.”

You nod before carefully moving back, thanking your previous self for wearing flats. With the influence of steadying alcohol steeling your veins, you’re able to execute the entire manoeuvre without chickening out. Tom gives you a soft nod, his arms up in the air, and you release a deep breath before running at him. A loud squeal slips past your lips as you jump up, his strong hands catching your waist and moving you up into the air, your feet dangling behind you as you straighten up.

“Oh my god!” You screech, your heartbeat pounding through your ears as you look around, eyes bulging as you realise you’re very far off the ground. “Holy shit, Tom, put me down.”

He laughs loudly as Harrison applauds, and before you know it, your feet are back on the ground and you’re burying your head in his chest, giggling along with him.

“Told you I’d catch you,” he quips, mouth resting against your head. A shiver passes down your spine as you feel him deposit a soft kiss on your forehead, and you peel back from his chest to look at him carefully.

“What were you going to say earlier?” You ask quietly, and it’s as if the background noise from the party slips away as he talks.

“I, uh, I really like you, Y/N,” he admits, a pink blush rounding his cheeks as he stammers through the confession. “It’s okay if you don’t feel like I do, but I- I really like you, and I’d love to take you on a date sometime.”

And it’s as if the weight of the world rolls off your shoulders.

“You like me?” You squeak, tightening your grip on his waist.

Tom chuckles, hesitance on his face. “Yeah? But if you don’t feel like that, we can just pretend this never happened.”

You roll your eyes, one of your hands going to fist his curls as you bring him closer. “That’s never gonna happen,” you murmur. Your eyes drop down to his mouth, and suddenly, you realise kissing him should be your next move.

You slip forward, his hands dropping down to caress your waist, and for a moment, the world stops spinning. You’re leaning up and he’s leaning down, and his eyes are wide and encouraging, and just as your lips are about to touch-

“Yes! Kiss!” Harrison hollers, causing you to break away and huff embarrassingly.

“Harrison!” Tom scolds, laughing a little despite it all. He allows you to grab his hand and tug him away. You shoot Harrison a reproachful look as you pass, but you’re too excited to be truly angry.

You find a new spot on the other side of the party, and press Tom against the side of the building before stepping in. Without words, you mould to his body, your hands finding his figure as you lean up and, finally, after a thousand years of waiting, your lips meet.

The kiss is explosive. The fire in your chest mixes with the months of lust, confusion and heartache, and as your lips slide together, you feel heat press across your veins, drowning your heart in a hazy bliss. Tom moans quietly as he tugs you closer, one of his hands going to cradle your cheek as the other curls around your hair, and he’s pulling you in, kissing you deeper, and it’s like your heart has finally slotted into place.

“I like you too,” you admit, resting your forehead against his.

“You know what, I think I might have had an inkling,” he teases. But then his lips are back on yours, kissing sweetly, savouring the moment. “Let me take you on a date,” he pleads, eyes swimming in an excited happiness, “Tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 7.”

You grin happily, body floating in a suspended state of bliss. “Yes,” you agree. Your mouth nudges against his and you kiss him again, quickly growing intoxicated by the feeling of his lips on yours. “I would love that.”

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[p0cketfool]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Casualty (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Will Noble/OMC, Archie Hudson/OFC Characters: Will Noble, Archie Hudson, Salima Masri - Original Female Character, Sean Engel - Original Male Character, Ethan Hardy, Charlie Fairhead, Lisa “Duffy” Duffin, But Only Mentioned - Character, Robyn Miller Additional Tags: this might be the start of a series???, we’ll see where it goes?????, but then i found this prompt, and this happened, is this wlw/mlm solidarity??, i hope so Summary:

archie meets a girl and is fed up of being asked if she is dating will (based on the prompt “That person asked if I was your S/O. I’m sick of people not believing when I say we’re friends, so I said we were siblings.” (credit: @misscrazyfangirl321 – tumblr)