holly, uk, 24, she/they*FIC REQUESTS CLOSED*ao3morgana pendragon is the love of my life
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theres bikes around the city you can rent but you have to use an app that needs your drivers license. theres buses that drive right to your destination, but if you dont have change you need the app. you can wash your car here if you sign into the app. you can go to the bathroom here you just have to unlock it with the app that needs your location on. you can order at this restaurant if you scan the code and download the app. im losing my freaking mind
#took forever to park the other day because they needed us to download an app to pay#sometimes. technology is worse.
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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl 2003 — dir. Gore Verbinski
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‘thinking of you x’ oh he’s so pathetic 🥺
#this man went from i can be patient to let’s tell john in the span of 12 hours like man calm down a second#emmerdale
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Morgana Pendragon in every episode: 3.03 Goblin's Gold & 3.04 Gwaine
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What was your obscure chatroom/forum that you used before social media? Don’t say Gaia Online or Club Penguin. I’m talking obscure.
#oh fuck i’ve forgotten the name but there was this role playing site where i once acted as stan laurel#also does moshi monsters count as obscure?
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Wikipedia is lost to our friends across the waters.
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if history speaks, the kiss on my cheek
title from, ironically, john my beloved by sufjan stevens ao3 | 647 words | robron, hurt/comfort
They make it last until they can’t anymore, until Vic is due back any second and their luck, already stretched thin, is about to run out. Even then, Robert is reluctant to let Aaron go, his fingers trailing after his warmth, barely refraining from begging him to stay just a little longer, just five more minutes, another hour. He hasn’t felt this calm, this settled, for a long time, probably since he first set foot in prison all those years ago. Since the last time Aaron held him, right before he handed himself in. Robert’s sure – if he had Aaron next to him, he’d be able to sleep through the night and handle his nightmares and go about his day like he hadn’t spent the past six years terrified to close his eyes for even a second.
But, he doesn’t.
But, Aaron is pulling away from Robert’s grasp and unfolding himself from the bed. He stretches, still bare and entirely unashamed, and Robert’s gaze roves over the muscled expanse of his back, the bulge of his biceps as his arms flex above his head. He’s broader now than he was when they were together and his face has changed, become older, more weathered. There are new lines on it, and, god, Robert wishes he could have been here to see him grow into each of them. He wishes they could have celebrated every year together and that the marks on both their faces could have been from happiness rather than the shitty hands they’ve been dealt.
At the very least, he wishes he could believe that the years have been kind to Aaron, even if they hadn’t to him. But he knows better — from Aaron’s own admission, and the pieces he’s gathered from Vic and the rest of the village — he knows that they weren’t.
How different might things have been, he wonders, if he hadn’t been so stubborn? Where might they be if Robert had never handed himself in, if he’d never asked for the divorce, if he’d put the appeal in sooner? It aches that they’ll never know, but that’s an old ache, one Robert has grown used to with time.
It’s a fresh wound, now, watching as Aaron pulls on his clothes, as he bends to pick up his phone and swears at the screen. It hurts, worse than any beating could, when Aaron picks up the next time it rings, and he sounds so normal as he puts together his excuse, affection lacing the edges of his tone, and Robert can only find the smallest comfort in the fact that it’s different to the voice Aaron uses with him.
“I’m sorry,” Aaron says, after John’s been placated. He fixes Robert with a smile, and Robert searches for any traces of regret in him. It’s a surprise — a pleasant one, for once — to realise that there isn’t one. Maybe he really did mean what he said, then, about commitments and wishing things were simpler — and it’s not that Aaron said much more, but Robert has always been able to read between the lines of him.
“It’s okay,” he says; he knows how this dance goes, even if he’s on the other side of it as before. “But we’ll talk, yeah?”
And there: doubt, uncertainty. It flashes in Aaron’s eyes, in the way his smile tightens at the corners, but it’s gone in an instant and then it’s just his Aaron again, smiling down at him like they still mean something to each other.
“Yeah,” he says, voice husky. “‘Course.”
And it lights up hope in Robert’s chest; hope that doesn’t die, that barely even flickers when Aaron finally ducks out of the room. It’s hope that allows him to breathe easy, for once, to believe that things might turn out alright after all. It’s hope, which Robert hasn’t had in a very long time.
#emmerdale#emmerdale fic#robron#robron fic#robert sugden#aaron dingle#fanfiction#my fanfiction#writing#my writing
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Happy Birthday Holly!
thank you!!!!! 💚
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time for the annual profile update
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Can't get this musical out of my mind 💆♀️💖
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my father and mother btw
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living in England when Queen Elizabeth II died was fucking crazy cuz i had to just sit there and see the government spend billions of pounds on her funeral while the cost of living crisis got worse daily. like oh the state can afford a massive funeral but you can’t afford to lower gas prices in the middle of winter? you’re just gonna let people freeze to death? you can’t bring minimum wage up to inflation? you can’t put caps on bus and train fares? you can’t give money to state schools and the NHS? you’re gonna let things keep getting more and more expensive while still wasting 15% of UK tax money on the royal family??? absolute joke of a country
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is this a fucking joke i'm having to prove my age to access the goddamn internet archive
#KIER STARMER WHEN I CATCH YOU#(i mean obviously i'm using a vpn and not doing the bullshit upload an id thing)#my mp will be hearing about this#uk politics#shut up holly
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genuinely can’t stand summer what do you mean i have to be uncomfortable all the time because i’m being forced to wear clothes that make me want to throw up because the only other option is to get heat exhaustion
#new shorts i was forced to buy are too short and they cut into me and make me entirely too aware of my own body#killing myself tbh#shut up holly
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they should invent women’s clothes that are actually a standard size
#because why do my jeans fit fine but the shorts that are supposed to be the same size make me want to die#shut up holly
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