Tommy Harrison

Senior at Berkeley Barista, Teacher and Composer R.I.P Harambe

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📱 for our bois

5 last sent texts

I only have two things to say to you: 1) fuck u and 2) bring home a carton of milk. We’re out.

I miss you :/

I know for a FACT we already had to have a conversation about your proclivity for sending inappropriate pictures while I’m with my family!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you don’t stop watching Golden Girls in the middle of the night without using your headphones I’m literally going to leave you

❤️🧡💛💚💙💕💓💗💖💘💞💝🍆

5 last unsent texts

you knwo wha t? fuck you. i can’ t believe you just let me say that an d you didn dt even try ato stop me or try to m ake this wrok

Penny’s pissed at me. Could you like text her and ask her what’s up? be my go-between? she’s freezing me out

not to be gay but I want to spend the rest of my life with you

Wow…..I hate you so much why did you do this oh my god wait nvm I found the cap’n crunch you’re forgiven i’m not sending this

My pillow smells like you

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o-wildes:

Oliver smiled when his eyes caught on Tommy’s. Most days lately, it seemed impossible not to. They were finally done with being undergrads; he had a spot at one of the most prestigious grad programs in his field; and he had a boyfriend that somehow managed to both infuriate him and make him the happiest he had been in a long time. It felt like somehow, some way, things were finally coming together. His dreams were falling into place. “Don’t tell me you’re about to get all sentimental about this place. I thought that wasn’t your thing.”

“No,” Tommy let out a small laugh. He knew he was going to miss college, but Berkeley was his home and he knew he’d always be able to come back here if his post-graduate life were to lead him else where. “It’s just -- a big deal.”

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penny-wilde:

Penny unabashedly rolled her eyes, only stopping herself from doing something equally as childish like sticking out her tongue by the continuous self-reminder that she was an adult — a mature one, even. She bit on the inside of her cheek briefly then lifted her chin a fraction. “Fine. Though it’s funny you say that, because I think I told Oliver the same exact thing when he moping around about you,” she said, a smile cutting across her face. She dropped her hands in favor of reaching out to give him a gentle shove. “But seriously, I need help, especially after my last disastrous foray into the modern world of casual hook ups. I need someone who won’t send me like, a million unsolicited dick pics on snapchat the next day.”

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Tommy snorted a laugh. “Hah. Funny, that,” he mused, opening the fridge to pull out two bottles, offering one to Penny. “Alright, alright. What about -- David?”       

@penny-wilde

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penny-wilde:

“And since when do your principles preclude helping me get laid?” Penny asked, crossing her arms as her eyebrows traveled higher up toward her hairline. She paused for a moment, her eyes narrowing as something dawned on her. “Did Oliver somehow find out? Did you tell him? Can I really trust no one?”

@tommeme-h​

“I said I’d help, but that was before you said who it was. Now I’ve changed my mind,” he replied with a shrug, meeting her eyes with an amused expression. “You say that like Oliver would give me the chance to keep something a secret. Now, if you want me to introduce you to someone who doesn’t possibly have crabs, let me know.”

@penny-wilde​

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penny-wilde:

@tommeme-h​

“Wait, I’m sorry — ‘No’? You cannot seriously be rescinding your promise right now. I’d like to remind you that I have it in writing.”

“I still have my principles.” 

@penny-wilde​

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“No.”

@penny-wilde

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o-wildes:

Oliver rolled his eyes dramatically, dropping his hand to rest on the side of Tommy’s neck. “You’d think I would have rubbed off on you by now,” he said, then paused; a small, mischievous grin spread across his face as he slid his fingers into Tommy’s hair. “Especially given all the actual rubbing off that goes on.”

He cupped Tommy’s jaw, ducking just enough to press a brief kiss to the corner of his mouth. “But since we’ve established you’re a shit actor… What’s up with you?”

Tommy leaned into Oliver’s touch on instinct, closing his eyes instantly feeling some of his stress melt away. Finals always managed to take their toll on Tommy, this round more so than any other, the added weight of what he’s supposed to do after graduation weighing on his shoulders. Tommy let out a small laugh at Oliver’s words, opening his eyes as he focused on Oliver.. “Graduations in two weeks.”

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o-wildes:

“Yeah, okay. That was super convincing,” Oliver rolled his eyes, even as he unthinkingly leaned closer into Tommy’s space. He brought up his elbow to rest on the back of the couch and turned his body, reaching out with his other hand to brush his finger against one of the dark circles beneath Tommy’s eye. “Though you’ve got the evidence on your side this time, I will give you that.”

Tommy let out a heavy breath, his shoulders sagging as he sunk into the couch. Turning his head towards Oliver, Tommy let out a short laugh. “I’m not the theatre major around here.”

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o-wildes:

“No, hey, don’t get all—” Oliver paused, waving his hand vaguely in Tommy’s direction. “You know.”

“I refuse to believe we’ve come this far just so you’d go back to being like, dismissive or whatever. Communication was something we were gonna work on, remember?”

“I’m not --” Tommy sighed, grabbing the menu and his phone as he sat back down on the couch. “Not being dismissive. Just tired, okay?”

[oliverwildes-blog]

anything TOLIVER tbh maybe them in like freshman year lmao

Oliver was rounding a corner in the Music Library when he heard it, tinny as it was, and stopped. He would recognize that sound anywhere and when he peeked around the volumes of Garland Encyclopedias of World Music, the head of brown hair that he saw, ducked as the owner scanned a packet open on the table before him, was the last that he had expected. Tommy’s headphones were snug against his ears and the very familiar opening bars of “Bitch of Living” were just managing to be heard in the quiet of the room.

Oliver grit his teeth and walked over without thinking twice, planting his hands down in front of Tommy and stared him down until the other boy made eye contact with him.

“Er— hi?” Tommy greeted hesitantly, pulling one side of his headphones down as his eyebrows rose. “Do you need something?”

“‘Spring Awakening is overrated,’ you said. ‘I don’t know why you’d like it so much, Oliver,’ you said. ‘Most of the songs don’t even fit into the narrative,’ you said.” Oliver gestured to the headphones now around Tommy’s neck. “So, what’s that you’re listening to?”

Tommy paused, cottoning on quickly to what was happening, and pressed his lips together, visibly fighting back a grin.

“…Spring Awakening.”

Oliver narrowed his eyes. Tommy cleared his throat.

“So let me take a guess… you just told me it sucked because I said it was one of my favorite musicals.”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, pretty much,” Tommy nodded, leaning back in his chair as he began to smirk.

“You are such an asshole,” Oliver replied, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“Yeah… Yeah, pretty much,” Tommy grinned.

After a moment, Oliver grinned back.

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o-wildes:

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          “Whoa, hey — I just asked if you’d call in the order. What’s your problem?”

“Nothing --” Tommy stood, going over to grab the menu. 

“You wanted a number four, yeah?”

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