#Thomas don’t put babies in blenders

[emilykat-artblog18]

Babysitting Little Toot:

It’s not as easy as it sounds.

(I forgot I had these a while ago -me)

[willowaudreykeyes]

Prompt: myths and chaos with Logan with the line “so apparently microwaving this ancient manuscript isn’t a good way to find out its secrets.”

Remus’ Puzzle Temple Of Friendship And Chaos

Warnings: Baby eldritch thing, tentacles, one eye, vague sexual reference that’s from a song

Platonic Logince, brotherly-and-on-good-terms Creativitwins and Intrulogical of whatever relationship interpretation that you want.

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Roman

“Remind me to thank your brother at dinner tonight.”

“That’s if we make it to dinner. And you all call me extra; he made an entire temple for us to explore within a week!” He spent a lot of energy on it too. I still remember the shaky finger he pointed at me after the second day of working on this Incan-like temple; slurring tiredly about not going into the space between our Kingdoms and ruining the surprise. He also forced me to carry him to his room as he dangerously swayed on his feet. I’ll have to thank him by working just as hard for his and Logan’s adventure after the two of us finish this one.

“I know; yet I’ve yet to thank him for doing so. And I must ask how long it took to make this language.” Taking my first glance at said language, I recognise it immediately as the first language that Remus and I had known. We had known it better than English at one point, until Patton insisted that we make English our main language so that we wouldn’t confuse Thomas. 

“Oh, we’ve always known it. We used to speak it in front of Patton as kids to confuse him and we still use it occasionally whenever we send a letter, or in his case a slab of mysterious leather, between our Kingdoms.”

“So you can translate this?”

“Of course!” I hold the slightly chipped black and red tablet out at arms length, quickly noticing that everything on the tablet makes no sense. No wonder he was so tired after every day in the Imagination; he even made us a puzzle. “It’s encrypted though, so we have to figure out what the cypher is first. And knowing Remus, it could be anything.”

He takes it from my hands and adjusts his glasses for the fiftieth time today before tapping his chin. I doubt Logan realises that he has so many visual tells when he becomes passionate and interested. “He would leave a clue somewhere where we could find it. He’s chaotic, not unfair.”

“Aha!” In a spark of inspiration, I rough up my hair and gain a huff of defeat from the neighbourhood nerd as I do the same to his own. It had dust from the temple in it anyway. “We just have to think like Remus! Now what’s the most logical place to put a cypher for this thing?”

“Where we found it.”

“Okay. Now what’s the opposite of that?”

His eyebrows do that cute thing where they pinch down a bit when he’s confused. I don’t bother hiding my smile as his eyes shift around, taking in invisible words as he tries to find my line of thinking. “I’m… not following. The opposite of where we found it is every room that we didn’t find it in, and we went through forty-three rooms and eight hallways; perhaps half or less of the entire temple judging by the size and spacing between each room.”

“And only twelve not-too-tough traps, which is less then his usual quota…��� Probably because of the exhaustion, but I should have figured that out earlier. I’ll up the level of hazards in his next one as a double thank you for his hard work. “Anyway, we must think chaotically if we are to beat the chaotic one!”

With a silent nod, he attempts to fix his hair as I take in our camp and the temple before us. It’s very reminiscent of an Incan temple in design yet is mainly made out of pitch black obsidian; with intricate wall carvings engraved with pure ruby, emerald, moonstone and diamond; and a whole lot of animal and human skulls that are packed tightly into every ceiling. And I must say, adding the creatures from both of our Kingdoms as the wall carvings is a nice touch. 

Except I won’t say it out loud because the majority of them are of naked people, naked cannibals and of naked murders. 

At least our camp has some more class to it! Logan wished for something realistic, but was soon swayed by my enchanted Harry Potter tent that’s magically large enough to have a working bathroom and still look like a ‘regular’ camping tent from the outside. I do like regular camping, but I prefer to have a shower after a tub of Thomas-knows-what is dropped over us and getting into every uncomfortable crevasse. Just thinking about that disgusting concoction makes me shudder.

“... Perhaps our microwave?”

I snap my gaze back to him, beaming at his rather shy sounding remark. He always sounds shy when he says something that deviates from his path of logic. At least he’s opening up a little more. “Perfect! I knew you’d think of something!”

“It was the first usable thing that I saw. Were you daydreaming again?”

“Nope- Using the microwave to solve a cypher sounds like something Remus’ mind would think up. He did mix sardines, lettuce and one of your ties in the blender before drinking it once.” I mumble the last half -I probably shouldn’t out Remus just yet for drinking Logan’s tie a few months ago- and put the tablet in the microwave and set it to three minutes. Three is the magic number after all.

“Did you say something?” 

“Mumbling ideas to myself is all!”

The microwave suddenly glows a bright purple and I manage to drag Logan in close before blocking something from hitting the both of us with my summoned shield. With a pop, crackle, fizz and several loud noises that sound like tearing metal; I risk peeking over it in perfect sync with Logan. The sight of three large tentacles wiggling out of the new holes in the camp's microwave brings out a sigh from me. A very loud sigh. Remus could probably hear it and currently giggling to himself from the comfort of his bedroom.

“It may be best not to touch those. Or the microwave.”

“But the tablet!” Logan pushes by my shield and barely escapes my reach before I am able to pull him away. With a straight posture and a quick slick back of his hair, he opens it and nearly jumps into my arms Scooby-Doo style from the loud pop that occurs. I’m in front of him again within a moment, but the usual feeling of hostility that Remus puts on his dangerous creatures as a warning is lacking. At least this thing won’t try and face-hug me like that faceless chicken that guarded the temple did.

Inside was a brown-black-blue ball of tentacles, with three longer than the others that retract out of the newly-made holes in the microwave. My heart stutters as a singular, goat-like, boysenberry coloured eye opens from one of the many seams in the creature; just to quickly dart it’s vision between the two of us before landing it’s creepy gaze on Logan. “Huh. So apparently, microwaving the ancient manuscript isn’t a good way to find it’s secrets- but a great way to hatch an eldritch abomination.”

“If you’d hand me a blanket, perhaps bringing it with us would be advantageous in future explorations.” Of course he wants to bring the nightmare creature; he always does. I hand him the nearby dish towel instead as I don’t feel like leaving this thing alone with Logan would end nicely.

“As long as you're carrying it.”

“Of course; you’re the one with the sword and shield.” I’m rather sure that that means that he would make me carry the disgusting creature if I wasn’t the one with our only ways of defending ourselves; and I don’t know if I should dramatically put my hand to my chest in horror or just pout.

I go for the pout.

Only for it to be rather rudely ignored as he cradles the little beast in its new home, wrapping it’s longer tentacles around Logan’s hands and attempting to remove his watch for a moment before I manage to grab it before they do. Logan’s too busy holding it in one hand and going through his cue cards to notice though. “And I shall name it as randomly as I can; since Remus seems to name all of his creations.” 

“Why?”

“It’s only polite to follow custom; and the custom for Remus is to name his creatures.” I hate everything about this -plus the tablet is just full on missing or destroyed now too- but Logan seems enraptured by the little thing. I roll my eyes and put on my backpack as Logan already begins walking up the temple steps. We just had lunch, so we have a chance of leaving before dinner, but I highly doubt it.

Despite not being able to see, the creature manages to grab out one of the cue cards from Logan’s hand before letting him snatch it back. With a quick smile after reading it, he pockets them all again before getting a better hold of the thing before it runs away and eats a whole deer or something. “It’s name shall be Anaconda-Do-Not.”

God-fucking-dammit Remus. I frown at the thing as we enter the fire-lit entrance, glad that its eye is hidden under the dish towel. Sheep eyes have always kind of creeped me out; especially on things that aren’t sheep. “You’re not allowed to hang out with Remus, Virgil or Janus anymore if they keep giving you those weirder cue cards.”

“This one’s from Remus. It’s a metaphor about-”

“I KNOW WHAT IT IS!” A light pain follows my facepalm, but I ignore it and march onwards. Hoping to get rid of this thing as quickly as possible. “Let’s just… go shove it into a keyhole or something already.”

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By the way, I really hate that stupid Anaconda song and so I know that it’d be perfect for Remus. Hopefully the ending is alright because it was the only bit I really had issues with ^^’

Oh and Remus definitely fell in love with the new Eldritch creatures name.

@ladyedwina @5am-the-foxing-hour @sparrowofsong

[fight-surrender]

Happy Birthday @Penpanoply!

Happy Birthday to my dear, incredibly brave, resilient, disturbingly positive, breathtakingly talented friend and purveyor of phenomenal hugs @penpanoply

Here’s a lil ficlet I wrote, inspired by your love of peanut sauce. I hope you don’t hate it <3 <3

Life is a Bowl of Peanut Sauce

Word Count: 1025

Read on AO3

Baz 

“Hey babe.” Simon calls from the kitchen as I walk in the door.

The counter is a war zone of ingredients, as it tends to be when Snow cooks. I pause a moment to survey the damage. Hm. Not the usual dusting of flour and scone ingredients. This time it’s an exotic blend of lime husks, ginger knobs, garlic peels, bottle of tamari and—I do a double take—a jar of peanut butter.  “What the hell are you doing, Snow?” That came out a little sharper than intended, but I’m knackered. Work was a beating and the Thai place was running even more laboriously behind than usual.  “I told you I was getting takeaway.” I drop the bag on the island with an insulted thud.

“I know,” He sing-songs, pressing the button on the blender with a flourish. “I love that place,” he shouts over the whine of the machine. Merlin, I hate that infernal device. Its repulsively loud presence is an insult to the quiet sanctity of my home. The closest I ever came to breaking up with Simon was during his smoothie phase. (I would never actually break up with Simon.) (I did consider throwing the vile machine out the window though.) Thank Circe he decided he’d rather eat his meals than drink them.

If I was an emotionally mature adult, I would share with Simon how much I hate the fucking blender. I’m not, so instead I school my features and seethe in a pit of roiling fury until it cuts off. Simon, selfishly oblivious to my turmoil, has his back to me, bopping his head to whatever insipid nineties pop song is rattling around in there. What spell can I use to blow up the blender that won’t harm him?

Snow shuts the monstrosity off, restoring peace and order to the universe. I can breathe again. Everything is right with the world. I notice Simon must have gotten his hair cut today. I resist the urge to run my hands through the freshly shorn back and sides. It’s like velvet in this state, I usually start at his neck then work my way up into the curls. Simon’s bronze locks are always deliciously silky after my stylist has her way with them.

Simon takes the lid off of the blender and smiles down at his concoction. I sidle next to him to have a look, taking the opportunity to gratuitously rub his head. “What the fuck is that, Snow?” I recoil in horror. “It looks like baby shit.”

“Now, now Baz, that’s no way to talk about my culinary masterpiece,” Snow knocks my shoulder with his. “Anyway, what do you know about baby shit?”

“I have four significantly younger siblings. I have experienced more than my share of baby shit.”

“Oh, come off it, you posh git. You had nannies and staff.” Simon counters.

“They worked part-time. Daphne believed in hands-on parenting,” I shudder, “Which apparently translates to – make Baz deal with the kids while I work or engage in self-care.”  I have nightmares of those summers. If I ever have to see another episode of Caillou or Thomas the Tank Engine, I may actually commit infanticide. “

Simon turns and slides his arms around me. “The horrors you’ve had to endure, my love,” He pulls me into an all-enveloping and vaguely condescending hug. “You are truly an inspiration to us all.”

“Fuck off,” I say halfheartedly, running my fingers through his curls for emphasis. “What is that vile sludge? It smells of peanuts and despair.”

“You’re half right,” Simon says, disentangling himself from me and dipping his finger into the carafe. The finger emerges covered in what looks like a terribly embarrassing bodily secretion and he proceeds to lasciviously lick it off.

“If you are trying to seduce me by licking that slop off of your finger, you are sorely misguided,” I say, leaning away. And that’s saying something, because normally, even Simon putting on deodorant is seductive.

“Come on, Baz, where’s your sense of adventure?” Simon grins at me and takes another swipe at the vile goop, sucking on his finger again.

“It stops at food that looks like gastrointestinal distress, Snow.”

Snow rolls his eyes and bumps my hip with his. “It’s peanut sauce, you coward. That place never gives us enough, so I thought I’d make my own.”

“Disgusting,” I reply, taking the bag of food to the table. “I never touch that stuff.”

I pop the staples on the package and start parceling out containers. “Anyway, I’m allergic to peanuts.”

“What?” Simon has poured the sauce into a soup bowl and dropped it at his spot. Sliding his chair back, “Do vampires have allergies?” His face is twisted adorably.

“Yeah, that garlic thing is a myth. It’s peanuts that can kill us.” I say absently, tossing him a box of spring rolls.

“Well, fuck this then,” Simon gets up with his bowl of muck and heads for the sink.

Shit. I scramble to grab Snow before he divests himself of his beloved sauce, “I’m just kidding, you knob. I’m not allergic to peanuts.”

“Ah-ha!” Snow smiles, managing to wrap an arm around me while holding his bowl, “I got you, you dramatic twat. Now you have to try this.”

“Absolutely not.”

Simon kisses my cheek before releasing me. “You don’t know what you’re missing, Baz. This is what heaven tastes like.”

“It’s a good thing my road goes straight to hell then.”

Simon hums, “I’ll just have to bring my peanut sauce when I follow you there.” He takes a spring roll and submerges it in sauce, swirling it around to ensure full, horrid coverage.

“Good thing I love you despite your culinary atrocities, Snow.”

Simon swallows the dripping mess in two disturbingly erotic bites. “Good thing I love you despite your shockingly mundane taste in foreign cuisine.”

He eyes me up and down, like I’m a particularly delicious snack. “Now hurry up and eat. I’ve thought up some other uses for this peanut sauce.” He narrows his eyes and gives me his best filthy grin.

“Crowley, Snow.” I nearly choke on my pad see ew. 

[alj4890]

Prompt Request/Rachel Green Friends Quote Prompt

(Matt Rodriguez x Addison Sinclair) with the quote, "Come on, Name! Let's go have sex!" As requested by @krsnlove​

(Matt x Addison) in a Choices Red Carpet Diaries fanfic.

A/N A little angsty in parts but fluff always abounds with this particular pair 😉

Masterlist

Messed Up

"ADDISON!" Shannon cried out.

She and Holly burst into Addison's West Hollywood apartment.

"I'm in the kitchen." Addison yelled out.

The two friends rushed in there, expecting to see mass amounts of blood, broken bones, perhaps even a severed limb. 

The emergency text they had received earlier had said, 911 I'M DYING!

Instead, the two found their friend with an open tub of ice cream, a bottle of rum, and a can of whipped cream.

Holly folded her arms. "I thought you were dying?"

"I am." Addison whined. "I messed up big time tonight." She squirted some whipped cream in her mouth. "I either have to die or move to another country."

"Addi." Shannon slumped over the bar. She held her hand up and put her thumb and index finger close together. "I was this close to getting Chris ready to talk about our future."

Holly softly snorted. "I was sorting laundry." Her usual smirk formed. "I'm all for an embarrassing story."

Addison dropped her head back. "I can't believe what happened."

"Just tell us." Shannon pleaded.

"Remember when I said I was going to that party of Marianne's?" She scooped ice cream in her blender, poured some rum and milk, then added caramel sauce. Within minutes she had the three of them some boozy milkshakes.

Holly and Shannon took their drinks to the couch while Addison settled in her oversized chair.

"I might have made a fool of myself." She began.

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Earlier that night...

"...and these are a sample of what the fall styles will be." Marianne flipped through some of her mockups.

"These are gorgeous." Addison gushed. "I can't wait until the Milan fashion show."

Marianne smiled indulgently at her favorite former student. "I'm going to end it with your winter gown designs."

"No! Really?" Addison squealed and hugged her. "I can't believe it! Thank you so much!"

The doorbell rang.

"Enjoy the party." Marianne winked and hurried off to mingle with those that had come in.

"Someone's happy."

Addison spun around. "Evan? Where--when did you get back in town?"

"Yesterday." His bright smile glowed against his tan skin. "I was hoping I would bump into you."

"Really?" She couldn't quite keep the bitter skepticism out of her tone. "When--"

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"Hold up!" Shannon interrupted with her hands up in the air. "Evan was there? Evan, I'm the biggest cheating scumbag walking, Richards?

"Yep." Addison shot another burst of whipped cream in her mouth

Holly rolled her eyes. "Your mistake that you are dying over doesn't have anything to do with your ex, does it?"

"Kinda." Addison stirred her milkshake. "Anyway, at that moment...you know who walked in."

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"Looks like the tabloids are correct." Evan whispered.

"Huh?" Addison followed his gaze and felt her heart drop.

Matt had arrived with that skank, Elisa, on his arm.

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Shannon choked on her drink.

Holly added more rum to her own shake. "You're not wrong. She is a definite skank of the first order. A destroyer of men. A plague upon the innocent. The pain in my a--"

"And let's continue with the story." Shannon quickly interjected. "What is our sweet and precious Matt doing with someone like her?"

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Elisa Marinova smiled as she held fast to Matt's arm. The famous model made sure to be on her best behavior while around the movie star.

She basked in the attention she was drawing by having someone like Matt by her side. It was just the change she needed to reinvigorate her career. Her agent could not have given better advice than to pursue Hollywood's nicest guy.

Surely if he appeared to like her then everyone else would and the acting offers she coveted would begin to pour in.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" Matt asked.

"I would love a cosmo." She watched him walk away and smoothly settled within a circle that had a number of producers and directors in it.

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"Who was in the group? Was Thomas? Please tell me either he or Marcus was." Shannon begged. "I would love to see them set her in her place."

"They weren't." Addison sniffed and held her glass out for Holly to add more rum. "Tommy Phelps was there and he kept going on and on how he needed her smokin' body in his next film." She took another hit of whipped cream. "The very movie he has cast Matt in."

Holly shook her head. "You still haven't gotten to the embarrassing part."

Addison dropped her head in her hands. "Evan called out to Matt."

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"Rodriguez!" Evan motioned with his head. "Get over here."

Matt's friendly smile firmed into a thin line when he saw Evan's arm around Addison. "Hey. How are you?"

"Good. You?" Addison asked.

"Can't complain." He muttered. His eyes lingered on her a moment then focused on Evan. "How did the shoot go in Prague?"

"Great." Evan replied. He squeezed Addison closer. "Missed a few people while away." He winked at Matt. "Luckily there were a few locals that kept my morale up."

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"That sleeze! He actually said that he hooked up with locals while hugging you?" Shannon held her glass toward Holly for another refill. "He--he--somebody needs to punch him!"

"You at least stepped on his foot?" Holly asked. "Stomped on his instep? Quick elbow to the groin?"

Addison shook her head. "Not exactly." She tucked a blonde lock of hair behind her ear.

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"So you and Elisa?" Evan said in a low tone. "Nice."

Addison and Matt glared at him.

"How did you manage that?" Evan asked, oblivious to their annoyance.

Matt rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, we aren't exactly--"

"I was afraid you forgot about me." Elisa cooed while settling her arm around Matt's waist. She focused her practiced smile upon Addison and Evan. "I don't believe we've met."

"This is Addison Sinclaire." Matt said. His smile turned tender. "If you're lucky, you have worn at least one if her creations."

"Oh, you're a designer?" Elisa asked. "I don't think I've heard of you." She shrugged with a laugh. "Of course, I do typically work only with the top of the fashion profession."

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"That skank!" Shannon hiccupped. "If you ever dress her, I will burn the outfit." She took another sip of her melted milkshake. "Preferably with her in it."

"Shh!" Holly hissed. "I need to hear the embarrassing part!"

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"Evan Richards," the movie star introduced himself while Matt and Addison fumed at the intended insult. "Weren't you a Victoria Secret model a couple of years ago?"

Elisa giggled. "I was." Her eyes cut in a coy manner. "You have some memory there."

"One has to in my line of work." His eyes drifted down her figure. "I think it helps to remember someone when they have such distinguishing characteristics."

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Holly clapped her hand over Shannon's mouth. "Don't stop!" She commanded Addison.

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"My Matt said the same thing." Elisa leaned her body against his side. "Didn't you?"

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Shannon ripped Holly's hand off her mouth. "I would give anything to have been there to tell that b--"

"I wish you had." Addison picked up the bottle of rum and poured more into her empty cup. "It would have helped me keep my mouth shut."

"Finally!" Holly slumped back into the couch. She held her glass up with a grin. "What did you say?"

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"I don't think I said--" Matt squirmed, trying to be free of her.

"Evan thinks the same about me." Addison declared. "Don't you?" She elbowed him in the ribs.

Evan dragged his eyes from Elisa's chest. "Huh? Yeah, sure do." He smiled down at Addison. "Everyone knows you're cute."

"Addison," Matt's tone gentled. "Can I talk privately to you for a moment?"

"Is it okay with you, Evan?" Addison tried to keep a look of adoration on her face as she gazed up at the slimeball.

"Sure." His lips curved. "I believe Elisa and I can keep each other occupied."

Elisa stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Matt's cheek. "Don't be gone too long."

He untangled himself from her and followed Addison to a secluded corner.

"What did you need to talk about?" She asked.

"You're not seriously back with that jerk are you?" He asked.

Addison narrowed her eyes. "No, but it is tempting."

Matt rubbed his hands over his face. "Addison, I can't stand the thought of you going down that road again."

"Why?" She prompted, hoping he would say what she wanted to hear.

"Because you're too good for someone like him." He replied. "You're one of my closest friends and I don't--"

"Friends." She mumbled. "Is Elisa a friend or something more?"

"I--" he colored some. "She would like us to become closer but--"

"And you talk about my taste in men." Addison folded her arms. "I can't believe you would choose someone like her to date."

Matt's temper flared. "I think of the two of us, your choice is much more worse than mine."

"No one is worse than your gorgeous Elisa." She glared up at him. "I didn't know you were the type of guy to go for looks only."

"I don't--" Matt's jaw spasmed as Elisa and Evan interrupted them.

"Matt, is she upsetting you?" Elisa carressed his bicep. "Why don't you let me take your mind off of everything?

Addison refused to witness Matt leaving with this skank. She grabbed Evan's arm. "Come on Evan. Let's go have sex!"

Matt's jaw dropped. "Addison! Wait! I--"

She jerked Evan along behind her, ignoring Matt's pleading.

Once outside, Evan pulled her into his embrace. "Baby, I knew you couldn't resist me." His lips barely brushed hers. He groaned and doubled over. "What the hell?!"

"Don't ever touch me again!" She yelled, shaking her hand. His abs were not the place she should have hit.

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"Wooooohooooooo!" Shannon bounced on the couch. "I'm so loud--cloud--proud of you." She slurred.

Holly narrowed her eyes. "So Matt thinks that you are here with Evan in naked congress?"

Addison nodded after downing her rum. Tears filled her eyes. "Why didn't I tell him the truth?"

"The one where you think he has a cute butt?" Shannon asked with a giggle.

"The one where you secretly write his name and yours in little hearts?" Holly tipped the bottle toward her lips, swallowing down a gulp of rum.

"The one where you have six babies within the first ten years of marriage?" Shannon reached for the bottle while a goofy grin formed.

"Yes!" Addison exclaimed, burying her head in the throw pillows. "He'll never like me like that now!"

"Whatcha doin?" Holly slurred, when she noticed Shannon tapping on her phone.

"Drunk texting." Shannon sputtered, causing both her and Holly to laugh.

"What's Chris saying?" Holly leaned over to read the text and ended up sliding off the couch.

Addison and Shannon laughed until they were crying at the look on Holly's face.

"He's on his way!" Shannon struggled to her feet. "I gotta meet him at the door."

Holly patted Addison on the back. "You be good. We'll check on you tomorrow."

"Thanks." Addison hugged them both. "You guys are so great."

Shannon broke away when there was a knock on the door. "There he is!" She stumbled over, holding the wall when she got dizzy and opened up the door.

"Matty!" She threw her arms around him. "Thanks for hurrying!"

"I was driving past when I got the text." His brow was furrowed as he noticed how drunk the three ladies were. "What's wrong?"

Addison stared at him slack-jawed.

"Addison messed up!" Holly's glasses were askew as she grinned. "She meant to tell you to come here for sex instead of that walking STD."

"Holly!" Addison cried out. She covered her face, praying that everyone would leave.

"We'll go so you two can Mar--hic--Mar--hic--Vin Gaye it." Shannon swayed as she walked out. "G'night!"

Holly followed her while humming Let's Get It On.

He closed the door and silently studied Addison.

She twisted the bottom of her pajama top while avoiding his eyes. "Have a seat."

He stepped into her living room and bent down to pick up the rum bottle. "Seems like you had a better party here."

"Heh. Yeah." Addison mumbled.

Matt sat down in a chair near where she sat on the couch. "Addison, I--"

"Matt, I--"

They both hesistated. She motioned for him to go first.

"I'm not with Elisa." He explained. "She asked me for a ride to the party and I didn't know how to get rid of her."

Addison looked up at him. "Thank goodness. She's such a skank."

Matt snorted and coughed on his laughter. "Anyway, Shannon's text said you needed to tell me something important and that I had to rush over."

"Oh." She rubbed her sweaty palms on her pajama pants. "Well, I'm not with Evan. And I didn't have sex with him." She shuddered. "Makes me want to throw up thinking about it."

Matt smiled at her. "Good. I'm not sure what the masculine form of skank is but he is definitely that."

Addison giggled and looked up at him. "I'm so glad you're back home."

"Me too." He murmered. "Why don't you get some rest and I come by tomorrow? We can spend the day at the beach. Go by that Chinese resturant you love so much for dinner." He gently cupped her cheek. "There's something I would like to talk to you about."

She searched his eyes for some clue to what he wanted to talk about. "I'd like that."

His smile made her own form.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Me too." He wished her a goodnight and opened her door.

Addison scrambled off the couch and called out to him as he headed toward her building's elevator. "Did Shannon text anything else?"

Matt nodded. "She did."

Addison quirked an eyebrow in silent question.

The elevator chimed and the doors opened. Matt smiled at her as he stepped into it. "She said we needed to finally admit how in love we are."

[thesanderspals]

a big as heck list of the best moments from the new sanders sides video

** SPOILERS AHEAD **

**you have been warned **

it’s hecka long and i’m not sorry

Joan: snORkle

Thomas: what was that?

Joan: that was a diving instructor saying the word ‘snorkle’

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*Kyle holding a single flip flop*

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Joan: shoehorn.

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Logan: do not say-

Thomas: motivated

Logan: *immensely irrigated*

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Thomas: you’re right, you’re right, you’re right, you’re right...

Logan: well now you’re just pandering to my fondness for being told that i’m right

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Thomas: lEAve mE aLoNE yOu sLippEry snAKE

Deceit: *gives middle finger*

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Thomas: hE’S a sLiMY BOi. A SLIMY BOI, LOGAN!

Logan: i think his scales are just smooth. to the best of my knowledge he does not excrete slime.

Thomas: no, just... it... ok well...

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Logan: *confused side glance at big picture*

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Roman: yOU SUCK AT SUMMONING, LOGAN! YOU PULLED MY HAIR!

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Roman: i’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk about me behind my back.

Logan: oh i wouldn’t talk about you behind your back, you would still hear everything i was saying; i would talk about you in another room.

--

Roman: true that, pat!

Logan: i’m... i’m logan..?

Roman: oh shoot, i’m sorry, it’s the glasses it totally throws me off.

Logan: i don’t believe you, i think you’re just being a jerk. aNYWAYS...

--

Roman: *sticks elbow out to logan*

Logan: oh oH WHAT THE- NO

Thomas: *S C R E A M I N G*

Logan: GET IT BACK

--

Logan: i never thought i’d be able to say this without seeming like a hypocrite.. but you are a huge nerd.

--

Thomas: hI VIRGIL

Virgil: sup thomas

--

Roman: what about my mansion??

Logan: oh yes, of course, that. what about it.. it’s stupid.

--

Roman: geek squad? more like squadless geek. hAH you’re aLONE.

Logan: well, you’re lashing out like a little bratty baby, i’m going to take the figurative high road and ignore your name calling.

Roman: you just called me a little bratty baby-

Logan: aDUBDUBDUBDUB THOMAS

--

Thomas: some sort of beak?

Roman: what? no-

Thomas: oH like climbing a tall tree all the way up to a bIRDS NEST, birds have bEAKS, and from there i will be able to take flight.

Roman: ...you know what? sure.

--

Logan: thomas isn’t pacman, he can’t eat his way to victory

Thomas: mm that does sound awesome though, may i try it?

Logan: *ignores thomas* and as far as reaching your peak is concerned-

Thomas: uh it’s.. it’s beak.

Logan: whatever.

--

Thomas: nods in agreement.

Roman: thomas that wasn’t dialogue

Thomas: *pulls up script* oH. *nods in agreement*

--

Roman: *being sassy* what does thomas putting himself first mean to you?

Logan: i’m glad you asked you quicksodic quarrelsome quaaaaaaaaaaaa- i’m not good at nicknames

--

‘wake up at 6:00am without hating yourself’

--

Thomas: but twitter

Logan: nope.

Roman: tumblr?

Logan: no.

Thomas: tinder?

Logan: no..?

Roman: twinster?

Logan: now you are just making things up.

--

Logan: you should only associate your bed with sleep... and one other thing.

‘cough cough... ahem (complicating)’

--

Logan: one of the most important aspects of any sleep schedule is going to bed and getting up at the same time every day.

Thomas: except weekends

Logan: even on weekends.

Thomas: bro... gan.

Roman: uhh okay dad

Patton: you called?

Roman: oh, uh, no i was just.. um... making fun of logan

Patton: oh sounds like all you’re doin is calling him a cool guy

Logan: see him? that’s patton, roman, alright? see this? *motions to self* serious business. that? *points to patton* silliness.

--

Thomas: love you patton

Patton: love you thomas

--

Roman: this snack over here is wondering if you’re finished or not.

--

Logan: the only, um *pulls up vocab card* shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots i endorse are vaccines

--

Thomas: *takes sip of water from blender*

Roman: why are you drinking out of a blender??

Thomas: because it’s the biggest container that i have

--

Roman: people of all ages have school work, jobs, passions to pursue, corn... to eat- ignore that last one

--

Roman: *sarcastically* wow, you’ve really got it all worked out, huh Logan...

Logan: yes.

--

Roman: how can you be teaching me so many words but also be so wrong today?

--

Logan: pardon me while i laugh... ha.

-- 

Roman: yawn, logan. uber yawn.

--

Roman: every day you will ask yourself, why didn’t i do more in life? why didn’t i just listen to romaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaann

--

Roman and Logan: *bickering*

Thomas: *chilling on the couch on his laptop*

--

Thomas: you know, you guys might not think so but you two make a really good team

Logan: *knowing glare at roman*

Roman: *smirks*

Logince Shippers: *existential crisis*

--

Patton: every dog has it’s day

Virgil: patton i... i don’t think that you know what that means

Patton: *chuckles* to each his own

Virgil: also no

Patton: hm. well may the force be with you

Virgil: *sighs*

[sweetlysilent]

Boyfriend Does My Makeup Challenge

Requested By: A few people (& I just wanted to write it bc lets be honest it’d be cute af)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Description: Now that the secret is out that you’re dating Tom, he’s now apart of your YouTube channel, people loved the fact you two were together, and you did promise them a new challenge.

Warnings: Swearing, pure fluff aw

Word Count: 2,082

A/N: So this gif has nothing to do with the imagine, but I thought Tom just looked really dorky and cute and I thought it was funny. But this was actually fun to create because I am super obsessed with makeup oops. Anyways, I hope you enjoy :)))

Friendly PSA: Please do not steal my writing without my permission, or flat out steal it at all. It’s super disrespectful and 100% plagiarism. So, if you’re someone who does steal other peoples’ work, think about what you’re doing before you hit that copy button. Thank you!

“Hey guys! And welcome back to my channel! So, previously on my channel, Tom and I revealed our relationship to the world, and everyone was so supportive and happy for us, which is honestly so heartwarming.” You smiled into the camera, placing a hand on your heart.

“I also mentioned in a tweet last week that the new challenge would be the Boyfriend does my makeup, therefore, that’s what we’re going to do.” You grinned, clapping your hands together.

“Now all you need is some makeup,” You grabbed your bag of cosmetics, which was a lot since you were hella obsessed with makeup, “And now I just need a boyfriend!” You spoke dramatically as Tom jumped into view, taking a seat next to you.

“Hello everyone! It is me, Tom! Y/N’s very attractive boyfriend here to make her look even more beautiful.” Tom smirked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Anyways!” You laughed, squishing Tom’s cheeks with your fingers, as he swatted your hands away.

“Are you ready Tom? You think you know how to do makeup?” You teased, turning to face him.

“Oh hell yeah, I so got this.” He grinned, the confidence shown across his face.

You handed him your bag of makeup, the look on his face being the most priceless thing ever.

“What the hell, do you have ten pounds of makeup?” Tom muttered, laughing as he picked up the bag.

“Guys this thing is so heavy, Y/N has a serious problem!” Tom shouted, looking at the camera as you gasped dramatically.

“I do not! I just.. love makeup.” You shrugged into the camera, laughing as Tom dumped out all your cosmetics on the floor.

His eyes widened at all the different items, not knowing where to begin at all.

“Okay babe, lets see what you got, yeah?” You teased, making him narrow his eyes at you as you raised your eyebrows challengingly.

“Okay, uhm, I think we start with this?” He lifted up your foundation, trying to show it how beauty people did on YouTube before opening it.

“Alright, now what you do next is grab this squishy thing, and hit your face a ton of times.” Tom grinned, pouring some of the foundation onto his hand, before dipping the beauty blender and starting to place it on your face.

“See I’m already a pro.” He grinned, making you laugh as you watched him apply the foundation to your face.

“Let’s see once you get into the more difficult stuff, then we’ll know how much of a pro you are.” You giggled, making him huff, continuing to blend the liquid into your skin.

Once he decided it was good enough, he took a look at your face, a smile appearing on his.

“Okay now what do you do next?” You questioned, watching him search the items on the floor as you took a sneak peak at the camera, showing the audience what he had done so far.

“I think this?” He raised up concealer, surprising you slightly.

“Yup! But the question is where do you put it?” You smiled, watching his brows furrow in confusion.

“Dammit I forget!” He groaned, opening the concealer and placing it randomly on your face, making you laugh as he shrugged.

“Good enough! Now we blend!” He grabbed the sponge once again, before tapping on your face.

“Blend, blend, blend.” He sang, making you laugh as you watched the smile on his face grow wider.

“Okay! Now what do I do?” He spoke aloud, as you raised your eyebrows, shrugging.

“You’re the expert.” You smirked, watching him bite his lip as he searched through all the different products.

You once again turned to show your face into the camera, laughing as you saw a bit of your reflection.

“POWDER!” Tom suddenly shouted, startling you as you turned back to face him.

“Thomas!” You laughed, making his head snap up and smile sheepishly, before winking at the camera.

“I’ll tell you what brush to use, because I don’t want you to mess them up.” You laughed as you grabbed your powder brush, handing it to him.

“Also, you need to bake.” You added, watching him look at you in confusion.

“But I’m not hungry.” He stated, making you burst out into laughter, his confused expression growing wider.

“Y/N what is so funnnnnyyyy!” He whined, as you dabbed your eyes, looking at him.

“Baking in makeup terms means putting setting powder underneath the eyes that way it doesn’t wrinkle as much and if there’s fallout from eyeshadow you can just brush it away.” You explained, watching as Tom listened carefully, really wanting to do a good job.

“Alright.” He nodded, grabbing the brush, but you stopped him, handing him the beauty blender and explaining you used that instead to bake, then the brush for the face.

“Y/N this is crazy.” He laughed, but did as you said, laughing at your face once he ‘baked’ it.

“You look like a ghost!” He laughed, turning you to face the camera to show everyone before he turned you back, setting the rest of your face in powder.

“Alright, your face looks hella good, besides the bake.” He laughed, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“Now you have to contour, bronze, blush, and highlight.” You spoke nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders as you looked at the camera.

“Bloody hell..” Tom muttered, making you smile into the camera, biting your lip slightly.

Tom picked up what he thought was contour, as you handed him the proper brush.

“You have to do that face.” He mimicked the fish face, making a smile appear on your lips.

“Show the camera that look, you’re a dork.” You giggled, making him laugh and do the face into the camera, before making you do it also, then applying the contour.

“Yesss my baby is looking good!” He cheered, making your face heat up, he was so adorable.

He then grabbed the bronzer, “What the hell does this do?” He asked, while applying it to your cheeks as well.

“I don’t know, it just makes your face look warmer.” You shrugged, holding still as he finished apply it.

He then grabbed the blush, a smirk on his lips making you curious.

“Guys I make Y/N, blush so much!” He joked, holding up the blush and laughing, as you sat there, watching him in amusement.

“You sure do make yourself laugh.” You teased, as he applied it to your cheeks, a grin on his lips as he watched the color appear.

“You look so beautiful.” He smiled, making your heart beat quicker.

He always knew how to make you feel so special, just with simple words.

“Now the highlighter! My favorite part!” You squealed, making his eyes light up.

“It’s true, her cheeks are always blinding.” Tom laughed, before applying it on your cheeks, smiling to himself as he looked you over.

You showed the camera, stealing a quick glance to see your face, you were surprised at how well it was actually looking.

You smiled at Tom as he was choosing between an eyeshadow palettes, before going with a random one.

“What’s the look today?” You smiled, watching as his eyes roamed the palette, a mysterious look in his eyes.

“I want to go with browns, because I actually want it to look good.” He laughed, picking up one of the brushes, before applying a light brown to your lids.

“Aweeee yeaaaahhh this looks bloody amazing.” He grinned, before taking a darker color and blending it also.

Before you knew it he was done, and you slowly opened your eyes, seeing Tom’s smile widen.

“This is amazing, I’M AMAZING.” He smirked, clapping his hands excitedly, as you laughed in amusement.

That was the one thing you absolutely loved about Tom, no matter where or when or even how, he could make you laugh.

“I’m skipping this bloody thing because we all know I’d fuck it up.” Tom muttered, throwing the eyeliner back on the ground as you laughed.

“I am going to apply this though?” He spoke aloud in more of a question, as you took what he was holding.

“He means mascara.” You laughed, handing it back to him as he scooted closer, getting the mascara close to your eyes, applying it onto your lashes carefully.

Once he was done you opened your eyes, blinking a few times before smiling.

“Only thing left is lips!” He grinned, making you smile and dance around in your spot a bit.

He laughed, before leaning over and pressing a kiss to your lips, smiling as you kissed him back.

“Dork.” You mumbled, making him wiggle his eyebrows, as he grabbed a pink nude lipstick.

He applied it carefully to your lips, and smiled once he was done.

“I think this is the best you’ve ever looked, obviously because I did it.” He winked into the camera, as you did the setting spray onto your face.

“Alright everyone, I’d like to introduce you to Y/N!” He cheered, turning you around and showing his masterpiece.

He handed you a mirror and your eyes widened, he did a really nice job, no, it wasn’t perfect but you could see he actually tried.

“Tom this isn’t bad at all, I’m really proud of you babe.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek, making him frown as he saw the mark of your lips on his cheek.

“Y/NNNNNN.” He whined, but smiled anyways, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Alright guys! As you can see this is the look Tom created! This was actually really fun, did you have fun babe?” You rested your head against his that was on your shoulder.

“Of course! I got to see how obsessed with makeup you are.” He teased, making you laugh and shake your head.

“Well that was the Boyfriend does my makeup challenge! If you liked this video please give it a big thumbs up,” You smiled, raising your hands up into a thumbs up, as did Tom, “And subscribe down below! And we’ll see you next week! Bye!” You smiled, blowing a kiss before covering the camera with your hands.

You and Tom then spent the next hour editing the video before uploading it, smiling as people started commenting, they found Tom hilarious, which made him smile.

You two were the ultimate couple goals on YouTube.

[tiemeupspidey]

The Way You Look Tonight..

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom is in awe when you make your entrance at the event. Tom has a surprise of his own if he gets an award either way he wins..

Warnings: swearing cause I swear a lot IRL and so does Tom, and cuteness from his infatuation

Word Count:1,800+

A/N: 

[Reader’s POV]

“Tom I’m probably going to have to meet you there, my dress just got fixed and I have to go pick it up.. I can’t believe they just fixed it when it was supposed to be ready two days ago” Your voice full of frustration as you gathered your makeup on the counter. 

“Darling I’m sure everything is going to be fine and you’ll look stunning as always..” he tries to assure you but how your nerves were getting the best of you made you think otherwise.

“Tom this is the Oscars, I can’t look like rubbish next to you” you say setting your phone down putting it on speakerphone.

“I assure you that you won’t look like rubbish but if you do you’re my rubbish” he teases making you laugh a bit.

“Why aren’t you here at the house?” you ask turning on your curling iron. Grabbing your foundation you put liquid dots on your skin. Taking a beauty blender to bounce the product onto your skin. Thankfully the house you were staying in had an awesome sized bathroom.

“I.. uh I’m shopping for a bowtie last minute.. yeah that’s it” his voice uneasy making you raise a brow.

“Thomas, I know when you’re lying to me.. I packed your suitcase and I put a bowtie and a tie in your suitcase”  you stare at your phone waiting for him to respond. There was a slight pause before he continued.

“Oh it wasn’t for me.. I’m with Haz right now” he explains with a nervous laugh. Knowing him and Harrison it was probably true. 

“Alright baby, I have to finish getting ready.. I love you and will see you there okay? Zendaya is coming over to help with my hair”

“I love you more, tell her I say hello and not to burn you” his comment making you laugh before hanging up on that fool.

[Tom’s POV]

“Dude that was so fucking close” my breath shaking from the nerves. I hated lying to her,I’m not great with secrets.

“You’ve kept it a secret this whole time mate,you got this” Harrison smiles over at me from the chair he was sitting in.

“You sure this is going to go well?” I ask holding the box in my hand,my hand shaking slightly.

“Tom if you don’t do it I will make you,It’s about time you’ve done it too.. there’s no way she could say no, you two are head over heels for each other” He laughs rolling his eyes at me nerves. I open the box to see the diamonds glistening in the light.

“C’mon Tom, we need to get to the venue so I can take some pics of you” Haz punches my black suit clad shoulder.

“Y-yeah I got this.. plus my family came here to support me so I’ll get to see them as well afterwards” I walk along with Harrison out of the store. Thankfully they finished cleaning it today cause today was the day..

-

[Reader’s POV]

“That eyeshadow look is gorgeous, what products did you use?” Zendaya asks as you blend another color into your outer corner. 

“I’m using Tarte, I absolutely love their products” you smile taking another brush off of the counter. Dabbing the brush into the glitter shade rubbing it in your inner corner. 

    Her hands working at your hair adding another gem into the thin braid crown. The rest of your hair fell in soft waves down your back. The gems looking embedded into your hair making it glisten in the bathroom light when you turn your head. What is something that Zendaya can’t do? 

    Zendaya’s curls were put into a bun with a intense smokey adorning her eyes. She always looked flawless when it comes to events, a true queen in fact. Zendaya is one of your closest friends thanks to Tom introducing you to her. You wouldn’t know what to do if she didn’t give you advice on how to handle being involved with a celebrity. She was truly a blessing.

“You’re going to love it, tonight is going to be truly amazing” she smiles admiring her work on your hair. Picking up a hairspray can she sprays it lightly running her fingers through the waves.

“I think Tom is hiding something from me.. He’s been acting strange these past few weeks we’ve been here in LA” A gut feeling wouldn’t go away and you absolutely hated it. Zendaya’s hand is on your exposed shoulder giving it a squeeze.

“Tom is just weird sometimes, maybe he’s just nervous for the Oscars?” Her body turns in the mirror as she fixes the belt on her outfit. Readjusting it she gives you a reassuring smile in the mirror.

“You’re probably right, I’m going to go and get my dress on” getting up you walk past her heading towards the dress bag. 

    Grabbing your heels you slip them on. Unzipping your bag the dress hangs in full view in front of you. Slipping off your robe you take the dress off the hanger. Stepping into it and sliding it up your body slowly. The gems on the dress catching your eye making you smile.

    Running your fingers through your hair you turn slightly in the mirror. The dress looking like you were mother nature herself. The plunging neckline wasn’t provocative like the other dresses you tried on before this one. You guessed it was the flowers that added some innocence to the neckline.

“Woah” you look up to see Zendaya looking at you in the mirror. Her face looking at you in complete shock and awe.

“So I picked a good one?” you smile doing a small curtsey towards her. 

“You look breathtaking… let’s take some pictures then head over there” She quickly pulls out her phone aiming it at you. Posing you give her a smile as the flash goes off.

-

“Look it’s Tom’s girlfriend and Zendaya!”

“Ladies pose for us!”

“Look at that dress, turn to the side !”

“Zendaya which designer are you wearing?!”

“Zendaya take a picture with us”

“Go ahead and find Tom, I know how all the camera flashes make you nervous” Zendaya whispers down to you giving you a slight hug. Nodding you wave to the cameras before heading towards the doors. 

    The man at the doorway opens the door for you. Thanking him as you head inside to a room full of actors and actresses. Eyes looking at you made your heart hammer in your chest. Giving the people you know hugs as you make your way farther into the room.

    Chris Evans walks up to you telling you he last saw Tom downstairs with Robert getting drinks. He points over towards the staircase that went to a lower floor. Lifting your dress slightly so you don’t trip on it. Your eyes scan the room to land on the one person you were looking for. His eyes lock with yours in a stare that makes your heart skip a beat.

-

[Tom’s POV]

“So did you get the ring in time?” Robert asks me tapping his glass with mine. He takes a sip of his Scotch waiting for a response.

“Yeah, thankfully it was ready to be picked up in time for today” I laugh nervously at him. My nerves were still getting the best of me at the moment. 

   Murmurs and whispers catch my attention causing me to detach myself from the conversation. I look around to see some people looking in a certain direction. My eyes look up to see the most beautiful woman, my girlfriend to be precise. She looks stunning, absolutely breathtaking… 

    Walking away from Robert I head towards the edge of the staircase. She descends down the staircase as her dress drags behind her. Our eye contact not breaking as she gets closer and closer to me. My heart rate was rising from how she was making me feel. She reaches the bottom step looking down at me.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous,holy fuck” I breathe out looking at her figure in the dress. 

“You look very handsome tonight Tom” her smile melting my heart instantly. Helping her down the last step I pull her body close to mine. Connecting our lips in a longing sweet kiss. When she pulls away her cheeks are tinted a shade of pink.

“Now I feel like rubbish next to you” I laugh running my fingers through my gelled curls.

“Oh shut it you cheeky shit” she giggles taking my hand in hers bringing it up to her lips to give it a kiss. God I love this woman.

“C’mon darling, I want to show you off to everyone” his lips press against your forehead gently calming your nerves instantly.

-

“I just want to thank everyone in my life for supporting me through my acting career. My family has helped me tons with everything , Harrison has been one of the greatest friends I could ever ask for.. Now if my lovely girlfriend could come up here I want to say something special to you darling..” Holding my award I look over in the direction where she was sitting. I see her figure stand and make her way towards the stage. Setting the award down by the mic stand before I walk over to her.

“Tom… what are you doing?” she asks taking my hand as I helped her up the steps. Walking her over towards the center of the stage.

“Well I wanted to thank you the most darling, you were always there through everything since we first got together.. you saw me as a person rather than a celebrity,I love you so much for that.. Oh shit whats that!?” I freak out pointing behind her causing her to turn around. The crowd gasping in confusion at what’s happening.

“What the hell Tom ,why are you shouting?” She asks while her back is to me. Getting down on one knee I pull out the ring box opening it. 

    Her hands going up in confusion not knowing what I pointed at.The audience starts shouting for her to turn around. Her body slowly turns around to see me down on one knee. A big smile on my face as I looked up at her.

“Thomas Holland..” her eyes start filling with tears her hand covering her math.

“I want to you to always be there with me in the future.. I want to spend the rest of my life with you .. Will you marry me?” I ask as my heart pounds in my chest. The audience growing silent waiting for her answer. 

“Yes! Yes I’ll marry you Tom” she smiles making the audience clap and Zendaya screaming loudly in the background. I could see her at the corner of the stage recording.Putting on the ring her finger I stand up. She attacks me in a hug holding onto me as I spin her around. The audience of my co-stars peers and role models were experiencing another moment of mine that I will remember forever.

“I love you so much” Tears fall down her cheeks as she looks down at me. Her hands pull my face to hers sealing everything with a kiss.

[but-the-library-of-alexandria]

I was tagged by @ace-louis​, thank you!

1. if you were able to travel the world, where would you go first? I’d want to do all the places here in the Uk first, then Iceland is next on my list

2. do you prefer driving or being the passenger? I don’t hate driving but I don’t love it, so passenger probs - but driving alone, on a familiar route, with music you can loudly sing to is great

3. what is your dream job? why? Writer probabl? not sure

4. do you have a favorite or go-to outfit? I love many of my outfits, so not really. 

5. what would amortentia smell like to you? not sure about what ‘attracts’ me but my favourite smells are fruity smells and roses, and large bodies of water - ocean, lake, swimming pool, all of them

6. what web browser do you prefer? chrome all the way

7. tell me about your dream house. well I have my dream bedroom already haha, but house wise? I guess a fancy apartment with high ceilings and lots of sunshine, loads of plants and near to a river/the sea

8. do you have any pets? what are their names? I have a cat, Pumpkin, and three fish - Marius, Valjean and Cosette

9. describe your ideal date (platonic or romantic). Somewhere beautiful like a national trust house or a stunning park/waterfront, maybe a museum or aquarium - somewhere we could get food/drinks but also look around and be like ‘wow look at this stuff, I’m learning and I’m having fun’

10. what is your favorite quality in a person? least favorite? Ughh idk I’m really bad at judging these things, I know people I like and dislike but I’m bad at pinpointing why? I like people who are open-minded and accepting, and dislike people who are pushy - basically I like people who respect my opinions/boundaries/decisions and dislike people who don’t

11. do you have any hobbies? what are they? Baking, writing (ish), reading, walking, shopping, a little gaming, sometimes drawing

12. Fave book series? At the moment? The Magnus Chase series - I’m re-reading it for the third time since I got it for Christmas. Of all time? The Skulduggery Pleasant series, which I’ve re-read about thirty times

13. Fave name? This changes a hell of a lot. At the moment, if I was gonna have a kid right now and had to name it? Dammit I was thinking about this the other day and I’ve forgotten! I honestly can’t answer. I like boys names that end in N. that’s all I know. 

14. Most recently watched movie and your opinion on it? Umm I’m not sure, I’m thinking it must have been The Force Awakens? Which I ADORE of course, Finn my sweet child

15. Most recently added song to your playlist? Dodie, Thomas Sanders and Ben J Pierce’s cover of Waving Through A Window

16. Fave/best meme? I LIK THE BRED - that or anything to do with history

17. Weird fact/story you read or heard of? My friend told me that her medicine lecturer told them today that if you were to put a newborn baby in blender (not that you would but still) it would have the same water content as a mcdonalds milkshake, so. There ya go. We were drinking mcdonalds milkshakes at the time

18. A memory that makes you feel good? I have lots! Most recently, my time in Italy

19. A quote. Any quote. My go-to for this is Hazel Hayes on catcallers - ‘they’re like a dog chasing a car; if they ever actually got the car, they wouldn’t know to fucking do with it’

20. Preferred subject or topic in school/uni? I’m studying English rn but it’s tied with history and environmental studies, but I didn’t get to study all three haha

21. Preferred hair color? I always have my hair some shade of brown, be it my natural shade, or darker, or more reddish. But in theory I LOVE that hair that’s like, opal/oil effect with loads of iridescent colours? I want my hair brown though

22. Something you are looking forward to in the near future? For my friend’s birthday there is a tentative plan to have a breakfast picnic and watch the sunrise on the Plymouth waterfront, which sounds like A DREAM

23. beach or mountains? Beach probably but like, mountains are cool too

24. space or ocean? Ocean probs

25. what’s your worst nervous habit? Constantly talking about myself. I mean, I do this when I’m not nervous too, but it’s worse if I am nervous

26. what’s in your ideal sandwich? Good classic cheese and ham toastie

27. pick one song you like for the lyrics and one you like for the music. Both from musicals - I like the intro to ‘at the end of the day’ from les mis for music, it’s just a burst of pure excitement, and the entire of phantom. And for the lyrics - most of les mis, and also the gaston song!

28. name a few people/places/things that inspire you. All my favourite books, movies, tv shows etc inspire me. Place wise, almost anywhere beautiful. People wise? My friends and family.

29. think of a person you haven’t talked to in a long time. write something you wish you could say to them. Um, hey dude, up until I read this question I hadn’t thought about you for so long it’s probably the longest I’ve gone without thinking about you in three years. Huh. I guess I’m getting over you.

30. what’s something that always makes you laugh? Tonight my friend showed me just… the funniest picture of her ever. I laughed so hard I had to unhook my bra or risk rib damage.

31. everyone has that one food place from their hometown that is nowhere else and it is to die for. what’s yours? Holy shit, in the village where my mum works there’s a cafe, they do THE BEST ham and cheese panini, the BEST chips and the BEST loose-leaf tea. Amazing.  

32. what’s the video game you’ve probably logged the most hours on? Dragon Age Inquisition probably, but I’m not a huge gamer

thanks this was fun! I tag anyone who wants to do it, and all the usual suspects - don’t be shy!