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my friend who works in theatre just pointed out to me that WICKED is still showing tonight and the first line of that musical is "GOOD NEWS! SHE'S DEAD!" i really don't know how they're gonna work around that one

mygeekcorner

Important update

the-artificem

sometimes i think about how my all-girls catholic school’s idea of a PE class was to pair two girls up, teach us how to dance tango (one of the most sensual dances) for a whole sem, and have us perform it as an exam with one girl wearing a dress and the other girl wearing a coat and tie and how theyre still completely baffled on why almost half of their students are gay

argumate

so conversion therapy works but only in one direction huh

suspend

loveaffaire

Tom Holland as the Wolf of Wall Street

Requested by @spideyy ♡

hiddenyul

And now,I’m a changed man -Tony Stark

paperpeter

elenas

Avengers: Infinity War (2018) WandaVision (2021)

blackgirlsvevo

drunk girls will meet u for five minutes and show u more unconditional love and support than ur own father

sapper-in-the-wire-old

dulect

“Have you had previous retail experience?”

royalruination

why’s there still so many horny people on here??? don’t you have twitter??? sorry to burst your bubble but here we only talk about being trapped in abandoned grain silos

not-a-tardis

Who the fuck would be horny on Twitter??? Like, elon musk is on there. And on the other end of the spectrum, Michelle Obama? It would honestly feel like indecent public exposure.

eternalstann

The Lucky One

Tom Holland X Reader

You go on a date, Tom and the boys try to play a game of 21 questions about your mystery man...all in all the night goes no where near how you expected.

“Hey, I’ll see you guys later!” You call out to the boys lounging on the couch. You try to make your way past them as quickly as possible.

The click of your heels echoed through the room and you wished you’d of waited to put them on in the car.

You walk behind the couch, and you really thought you were gonna make it...until Harrison’s hand reaches out to grab your arm. You sigh obnoxiously, knowing the interrogation was about to begin.

“Where are you going?!” Harry asks incredulously as all four boys stared at you now. Your face twists up and you debate whether you should tell them the truth or make something up.

“Heels?” Toms eyebrow goes up and Tuwaine joins in,

“A dress?”

You roll your eyes, “Yes guys I own real girl clothes. Are you done, can I leave now?” You say, pulling your arm from Harrisons grasp and crossing it over your chest.

“Um, no. Where the hell are you going?” Harrison presses and you throw up your hands at your over protective friends.

“If you nosey lot must know I’m going on date...” you shrug.

“A date?!” All of them exclaim in unison.

You put a hand over your heart, pretending to be hurt at their combined shock. You couldn’t really blame them though, you didn’t even remember the last time you’d been on a proper date.

“Yes you guys! Now seriously I have to go, he’s outside..” you whine, and they all start talking at once.

“What’s his name?” “Turn on your location okay? “Where’s he taking you?” “When did you meet?” “What time will you be back” “What’s his Instagram?”

You wait for the assault of questions to finish before you speak.

“His name is Carter, we met at the mall. I don’t know when I’ll be back, Harry I’m sharing my location with you.” You call, doing your best run in the strappy heels on your feet.

“Bye!” You yell, stepping out the door and you shake your head when you hear Tuwaine shout;

“Don’t get pregnant!”

Once you’re gone Tom tries his best to focus on the movie he and the boys were watching but his mind won’t let him. Were you okay? Tom has no idea who the fuck this Carter guy was, why hadn’t you mentioned him before..the two of you were best friends.

“Harry can you check Y/N’s location?” Tom asks the red head and Harry noticed the way his brothers leg was bouncing up and down.

“Tom she’s not even been gone 20 minutes!” Tuwaine scolds him and Tom runs a hand through his hair.

“Aren’t you guys worried, nearly 1/5 women will be assaulted in their lifetime! Anything could happen to her” Tom rattled on and the boys all look at each other.

“Mate, you need to tell her how you feel. This is getting ridiculous...” Harrison chuckles.

“I will....eventually. Harry can you see where she is?” Tom inquires again and Harry groans. “It looks like they’re at Maestros over on Main Street” he finally answers and Tom nods.

He feels better knowing you’re in a public place, but he still can’t get rid of the jealously bubbling in his stomach. And the fear that he might never get his chance with the girl he loved now.

It’s going on five hours later, and all the boys had gone to bed. Except Tom. He knew there was no use in even trying to go to sleep before you were home.

The brunette was staring at the four text messages he’d sent you, left on delivered. He was about to send a fifth when he heard keys jingling in the door.

He felt his body relax for the first time since you’d left. But he freezes when he hears you giggle.

“Shhhh! You have to be quiet, I have roommates”

His heart sinks. Tom didn’t even need to see you to know you were drunk. He could hear it in the slur of your voice and extra clicks of your shoes against the hard floors of the front hallway.

“Careful, careful. I’ve got you babe” he hears a deep voice whisper to you. Then a wet smacking sound that he knew was kiss. Tom felt like he was going to be physically sick, and he was going to walk away until he heard you stumbling again.

“Where’s your room babe? I’ve been thinking about this all night” Carter asks, voice getting closer to where Tom was standing. You hum thoughtfully. “Next to Tomsssss, he’s my best friend” you fumble over your words a bit.

Normally Tom would’ve smiled at the sentiment, but now he was concerned. You were shitfaced.

Tom had his fair share of drunken hookups, but never when he was this far gone. He was battling with himself on whether he should intervene or not. He didn’t want to upset you or make you feel like you couldn’t handle yourself, you were grown.

But he was your friend. He knew you, and this wasn’t you.

Then, in the blink of an eye you were in front of him. And so was your date.

Toms eyes scanned over you, the red tint to your face. Eyes barely open.

But you still saw him.

“Carter, this is my best friend Tom!” You exclaimed you moved to hug Tom but tripped over your feet for the millionth time that night. Tom was ready though, steadying you before you even knew you were falling.

“Nice to meet you man, I’ll get her upstairs and out of your way” Carter smiles but Tom doesn’t smile back.

“Actually it’s okay, I got her. Thanks for getting her home.” He responds dryly, tightening his grip around your waist.

“Seriously, it’s no problem. I want to”

And the way Carter said those words made Toms skin crawl.

“It’s time for you to go” Tom said sternly and Carter rolled his eyes; “Oh fuck off!”

That made you sober up a little and you noticed the way Tom clenched his jaw. “You’ve got 10 seconds to get the fuck out of my house” Tom threatened but Carter didn’t back down.

“Or what?” He countered, stepping up so he and Tom were chest to chest.

“Stop!” You yelled, feeling dizzy and overwhelmed. The two stayed in their standoff and you turned to the sound of footsteps descending the stairs.

“What the fuck is going on?” Tuwaine asks groggily, eyeing the situation. You walk wobbly over to Tuwaine and look up at him. “Make them stop, please” you motion to Tom and Carter.

Tuwaine stands up straight, “It’s time for you to go Carter”.

Carter puts his hands up in surrender, shaking his head as he leaves.

“Call me Y/N”

Once the door shuts you burst into tears.

“I’m so sorry you guys, I can’t believe I let myself get this drunk...on a fucking first date at that” you cry, and Tom pulls you into his lap. He mouths to Tuwaine that he’s got you and your other friend goes back upstairs.

“Y/N, you have nothing to be sorry for. It doesn’t matter how much you drink you shouldn’t have to worry about dickheads like him taking advantage of you.” Tom turns your head to look him.

His face is blurry through your tears but you hear his words loud and clear. “It’s just so embarrassing” you half laugh; “I’m so lucky to have someone like you Tom” you admit and Tom smiles,

“Trust me Y/N; I’m the lucky one. Now let’s go get some sleep”

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Just some cute, jealous bestfriend!tom for your TL featuring the boys!❤️ I always write smut so just wanted to switch it up. Enjoyyy, ily babes.

christinky

Help | Part 9

Summary: They have rescued you, its going to be hard. Two years of pain of being under hydra did a toll on you. (Y/N) has to decide what she has to do next.

Pairing: Dad!Tony x Stark!Reader (by this point you should know the relationships)

Warnings: Crying? PTSD Symptoms? Maybe? I say bad words.

A/N: This one is almost 3.3k guys. Its the last chapter in the series, thank you to everyone who read it. I had a fun time writing it. Please let me know what you all thought! I may write one shots with this as the backstory too as kinda a continuation.

You slowly start to open your eyes; the light starts to peak through the crack between your eye lids. Still in a daze, you can feel your entire body aching. You decide to rest longer, not moving so no one can know you are awake. You are confused, you are more comfortable than normal and it’s brighter than usual. Suddenly, you remember what happened. You jerk awake, sitting up in a panic. Trying to wrap your heads around the memories of the events that happened, not being able to remember how it ended. You look around, your breathing is heavy, heart is pounding. You recognize this place, this isn’t the room that Hydra kept you in. No, this is your bedroom.

You try to calm your breathing, calm down, you are home, Hydra isn’t controlling you. You are safe. Even though you are safe at home, you can’t seem to feel relieved. You are still nervous, scared, you feel guilty for everything. You fought your friends, you hurt them, you got kidnaped, you made them all worry about you. Your stomach starts doing flips, it’s a waiting game, knowing someone will walk in at any moment. F.R.I.D.A.Y probably alerted them when you woke up. Sooner or later you are going to have to face them all again. It sucks, even though you weren’t in control of your actions, you had no say in the matter, the memories of everything are still there. You are forced to remember everything you have done to them.

After sitting in silence for a few minutes, worrying about when someone will walk in and trying to get your thoughts together, there is a quiet knock at the door. Your heart stops. You start preparing yourself for who will be walking in. In your heart, you know exactly who it is, everything in you knows your dad is about to walk in, the real question is if someone will be with him. The door knob starts to turn, the door slowly creeks open. Once there is enough room a head pops in, it is your dad.

Instantly, his eyes light up at the sight of you. He walks in keeping his composure, he is calm and gentle. Making sure not to startle you and make sure you are comfortable. However, you look like a deer in headlights, not really knowing what to do. “Hey kiddo” His voice is soft and gentle and she shuts the door behind him, “Everything is okay, don’t worry. You are okay now.”

You remain silent, bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs. Your dad walks over, he sits at the end of your bed. Making sure to keep his distance until he can see your reaction, make sure the transition is smooth for you. He turns to you, you can see the worry in his eyes, looking at you as if you are broken. Noticing the way he looks, it makes you feel bad. Thinking of what he must have gone through, he doesn’t deserve this. You remember the look on his face when you were fighting them, remembering how he never gave up, how hard he fought to get you back. The guilt starts to overwhelm you, staying strong you hold it inside so he doesn’t see your breakdown.

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