#Tom Petter

[singeratlarge]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO PETER NOONE, the great singer/actor/musician and front man for the uber-successful British Invasion pop band, Herman’s Hermits. Their run included 3 feature films, countless TV appearances, tours with The Beatles and The Who, and 60 million records sold, with songs written by Sam Cooke, Ray Davies, Goffin-King, and Graham Gouldman. Originally from Manchester, Peter was 12 years old when he entered showbiz. Davy Jones (also from Manchester) told me that when Peter was a “teen idol” on magazines he still had to take the trash out as he was still living at home with his folks. Beyond the 60s, Peter kept on making records, intersecting with Bruce Johnston (Beach Boys), Tom Petty, Phil Seymour, and David Bowie—who produced and played on Peter’s cover of “Oh You Pretty Things.” I also recommend The Tremblers, Peter’s New Wave rock band from 1979. Meanwhile, Peter is still on the trail with the current Hermits line-up, crooning “Mrs. Brown,” “There’s a Kind of Hush” and his other hits. I crossed paths with Peter on the road many times, and I admire the way he avails himself to his fans. Meanwhile, here’s “Today’s the Day,” a Peter Noone/DavyJones collaboration from 1998. HB PN and thank you for the years of musical joy you’ve given to us.

#peternoone #hermanshermits #thetremblers #raydavies #grahamgouldman #manchester #davyjones #monkees #brucejohnston #beachboys #tompetty #philseymour #davidbowie #prettythings #seanmcguire #phillipthornalley

[umseb]

📷 @.tomkristensen_com / instagram

[kaydincenerd]

People be like my crush doesn’t know I exist like bro my crush doesn’t even exist

[paddymoonstruck]

i have a sirius black x oc fic but i’m hesitant to post it here because i think it’s better formatted in wattpad ???? if that make sense 🥹 it’s a fic i started in 2016 but dropped it bc of hectic schedules— i’m picking it up again hehe if you’re as old as me and you’re interested in the 2014-2016 marauders canon —

HERE YOU GO!

ps: the my OC is Marlene’s cousin (aka a McKinnon) THAT’S HOW OLD IT IS PLZ BLACKINNON RISE RAHHH IYKYK !!! please give this a go i promise i’ll make it as it was before 😭

[justfriendsbestthings]

Can we please please please have one more Över Bordet episode with Omar and Edvin together. One last joint podcast with Tom and Petter. Please please with a cherry on top I’m begging.

[rowniebow]

Fic where Peter and reader are already dating and Peter is distant because of his obvious job which leaves reader hurt and angry and starts becoming distant and detached with Peter which causes Peter to get mad and then they fight and peter blurts out “are you cheating on me?” Which causes reader to get furious and start yelling which catches peter off guard and reader leaves, can take the story where you want past this. sorry if this is long and confusing or doesn’t make sense (Tom or andrews pete but you can do Tom if it really matters) ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

it can be okay | tom!peter parker x gn!reader

pairings: tom!peter parker x gn!reader

cw: littol bit o angst but not much

word count: 3.4k+

an: went with tom's because i've yet to write abt his peter but i feel like he was left with so much turmoil after no way home, his peter fits well with this prompt...... ANYWAY thank you so much for requesting and i apologize for my absence, esp if u were waiting around for this ! i appreciate you, please stay safe! sry 4 long an

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you felt an arm wrap around your waist. warmth and pressure spread over your back. you flipped around to wrap your own arms around the man that had climbed into bed with you.

"sorry," his breath found its way to your ear and pulled the hair on your spine up. his quiet whisper held gravel in the smooth concrete of his voice. "did i wake you up?"

"yeah, i'm glad."

"oh, good. i'm glad i woke you, too. get more time to hear your voice."

you hummed, sleep fighting your coherent words.

"how was your day?"

"it was fine. i missed you for our movie night."

petter stuttered out several different sounds, none of them making any real words.

your eyebrows twitched at his struggle.

"i-i'm so sorry, sweetheart, i completely forgot. i-i-i-i got so caught up with homework i didn't even think... it's that stupid biology class! i always have so much reading to do for it.

"yeah, it's okay," you moved closer to him, desperate for as much of his warmth as possible. "school is more important than movies! let me know next time, though."

"of course," he kissed the top of your head. he lingered with an exaggerated 'mwah'. "i'm so sorry, sweetheart."

you hummed and slurred out a reassurance.

"go back to sleep now, sweets."

and it was okay.

⭒⭒

everything was so much louder when he wasn’t around.

the fridge’s song sung by instruments of kinetic energy hummed at the back of your head. the calm air against the glass window was practically visible with how loud it was. the dust that settled on the marble kitchen countertops and sunk it’s way into the fabric of your couch crunched and stretched the fibers of the masses. you couldn’t seem to turn the television up much higher than seven (you hoped the number might bring you luck to bring the man home).

sure, he’s missed nights that were supposed to be set aside for you two and his favorite star wars films. yes, you’ve noticed how he’s missed more than a few fairly important tests for his classes, causing him to fail (he was beginning to fall fairly far behind in his degree, but you weren’t going to comment on that. not yet, anyway).

but, he’d yet to miss out on a date.

he had yet to leave you waiting at your favorite shitty twenty-four hour diner in the middle of new york that was a forty minute walk from your apartment.

you wouldn’t deny to anyone other than peter that it bothered you a bit. your lip was raw and crumbs from a sad, newly empty plate of fries dusted your nicest clothes that you had put on just for him. your eyes wore heavy bags from how late you stayed up in hope that maybe he was just running a bit late.

however, when a bit late had become two in the morning, you gave up hope on that.

you looked outside at the nearly visible air and listened to the chill of the early morning crack at your window after you arrived back at your empty apartment at nearly three in the morning. you listened to the distant wind against the quickly moving vehicles. you listened to the retreating caw from a bird that didn’t sound like any you’d heard before. you listened to the dust float through the air and the television hum despite it being off. you listened to the deafening silence of the room and your mind.

cold three in the morning apartment air hit the back of your throat as you brought as much of the toxic oxygen into your lungs as you possibly could, and released it to be filtered and given to some other poor abandoned soul.

it was okay.

you understood his forgetful habits. you understood why he slept in and took so many naps. he has a lot on his plate. juggling school, and work, and the family issues that he’s mentioned from time to time.

it is okay.

maybe next time.

⭒⭒⭒

waking up alone after a warm night with peter seemed to hurt more than the missing arrangements.

the apartment's chill leaked under the blankets and burned your skin until you awoke. the emptiness of the space next to you in your bed was a sad physical representation of the emptiness in your gut.

the hole in your stomach that you awake with absorbs all the cereal you eat and leaves you feeling hungry for the rest of the day. it absorbs your joy and hope. it absorbs the warmth in your body (and especially in your smile).

your days are filled with sighs when you wake up with the hole of peter. with those deep exhales, you hope to breath out whatever haunts your stomach.

it sticks with you until the end of the day when you fall asleep alone. peter will climb in after you in the depths of the night and the ocean of your sheets. he'll whisper sweet nothings into your ear. he'll apologize if need be. he'll pepper you with kisses and hold you close.

and you'll be okay.

then he'll do it all over again.

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it just so happened to be next time.

he promised to make the last time up to you and promised to see you the next friday night for dinner.

so there you sat, leg bouncing under the table at a restaurant that was all too fancy for your taste but peter had insisted on.

you were on your third glass of an odd color wine (that really didn’t even taste good) and you were nearing the second hour of waiting.

“would you like to order yet, sir?” the waiter asked for the fifth time that night.

perhaps it was the alcohol that brought a sting to your eyes when you checked the time on your phone. but you smiled and shook your head and asked for the check instead.

looking at the number on the check, you nearly sobbed at how much three glasses of wine cost you. but you sighed and gave an eighty percent tip anyway as reparations for the waiter having to pity you all night. you almost sobbed, again, when you could hear a couple that had gotten there after you comment to one another about how long you’d been there.

cheeks warm with embarrassment, you made your way back to your apartment. the chill of the late night spring mildly helped cool you down.

the pity in the waiter's eyes and the couple's comments haunted you all the way home. only when you undressed into your sleep clothes and climbed under the covers could you manage to excuse peter's actions.

peter must have simply gotten caught up in homework. he must have just fallen asleep.

it's okay.

perhaps he got the days mixed up and forgot it was friday. or he got his hours for work wrong and he ended up having to work.

it is okay.

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you truly didn’t mean to lean away from his kiss when peter tried to wish you goodbye that evening.

but you did.

you leaned away as if it were a stranger that was trying to kiss you. you truly didn’t mean to. you also knew that you truly felt as though it was a stranger trying to kiss you, though.

you knew it hurt him. quite honestly it hurt you, too. whether it was the pain in his features that hurt you or the fact that you felt that way.

either way, your actions hurt the both of you, and you knew you should apologize. you nearly did right then and there.

"are you cheating on me?" the quiet whispers of words that he choked out hit you like lightning. the frown in his lips and the way he avoided your eyes made your heart crack before you could process the words he spoke. his broken voice distracted you from the content it delivered.

you felt your eyebrows pull together at first. you felt the apology creep in your throat and nearly spill out.

his hurt was a new language for you to learn. it forced you to think over each word and remember the meaning of it similar to how you did in spanish class in high school.

and as the syllables set in and your brain wrapped itself through the vowels and consonants, you scoffed. maybe even laughed.

did he really just say that? did he truly feel like he had the nerve to say that?

"am i cheating on you?" a glare made itself comfortable in your features.

it's not okay.

"...no?" peter’s stuttered, hesitant disagreement made his regret in his words clear. but how could you just brush over his accusation?

"peter parker, i should be asking you that question."

"wha-what do you mean?"

"you're the one who's hardly fucking here. you’re the one that’s left me waiting until the morning for you to come around. you’re the one who ‘forgets’ anytime we agree to hang out.���

it is not okay.

“i-i didn’t-,”

“‘you didn’t’ what? remember? show up?”

his silence was as loud as it is when he’s gone.

“where are you all day, peter?”

so

“where are you at night?”

fucking

“where are you right now. are you even here?”

loud.

“get out.”

“what? no - no, please, y/n, you gotta trust me on this.”

nothing is okay.

“i trusted you to be here!”

“i know, and i’m so sorry, but - ah - i can’t tell you. you just-just gotta trust me!”

“no, peter!”

“please, i’ll make it up to you, i swear!”

“you’ve had plenty of chances for that.”

“c’mon, y/n,”

“no! even if you’re not cheating on me, you obviously don’t have time for me!”

“i’ll make time for you,”

“you really should have already been doing that.”

“i’ll make more time for you!”

“you don’t get more time in a day, and you’re not getting anymore from me, parker. christ- are you going to leave?"

"no! y/n, please, let me make this right, i-i can't lose you, too."

"fuck. i will leave then, jesus!"

"what?"

you slipped your shoes on, ignoring his words.

peter called your name as you opened the door.

"goodnight, peter."

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you stayed at your parents house for a couple nights then came back to your empty apartment. the silence wasn't as loud as it normally was, but the intensity of the emptiness, both in the apartment and in the pit of your stomach, made up for the lack of overbearing volume.

you went about your life for two whole weeks with that emptiness haunting you. not a word from peter. about anything.

you went to your classes, studied in your room, went to work, came back and went to sleep: the college dream.

you hardly even noticed two weeks had passed with the way you had just been floating through the days.

with your mind blank without the joy and excitement of peter parker in your life, you filled it with the words from your humanities textbook to prepare for a final.

the jiggling of your apartment doorknob cut through the sound of the words in your head. your eyes immediately went wide. the air became thick as you heard the door squeak open slowly but surely.

your breath was stuck in your throat, but you found it in you to pick up your heavy textbook to toss if you needed.

you listened to the door creek shut and click closed.

perhaps someone just mistook your apartment for their own? maybe a new neighbor who's mixing it up? you're sure it's just a simple mistake and not some horrible, evil, scary, stronger-than-you criminal who wants to steal the little bits of items you have. certainly they won't murder you brutally, or kidnap you and sell you.

certainly not, right?

your mind ran wild with what-if's and dangers of the situation. what else was there to do in the face of danger, though? hide under your blankets and hope they don't come in?

no, you'd at least like to look death in the face before you go.

that didn't stop your racing heart and shaking hands, of course.

so you crept around your door frame and down the small hall that lead to your tiny living room. you could hear the person rattling through your pots and pans.

you stood behind the corner, telling yourself it'd be fine.

you can do it. just go and ask what's going on. you're sure this is probably just some huge mix up.

"hah!" you huffed as you turn the corner and toss the heavy book at the person.

they immediately turn around and catch the flying pages. your heart drops to your stomach. your only weapon failed.

"y/n? i didn't know you were home!"

your heart manages to repair itself in your chest as the voice and face process in your mind. "peter?" you practically shriek. "what are you doing here?" a breath (that you were fully aware you had been holding) left your lungs, your hands finding their way to cover your face from the stress.

"i-i-i didn't know you'd be home, i'm sorry,"

"so you sneak into my apartment when i'm not home?" the glare you sent him reminded him how snappy you get when you're upset.

"no, no, no, no, no-!"

your questioning glare had him pause his denial.

"well, yes,"

you groaned.

"but listen!"

"i don't want to listen to you when you just broke into my house, peter!"

"well, the door was open-,"

another groan.

"okay, yeah, i can...see...that..."

"leave, peter!"

"wait, wait, wait! okay, listen," he took a deep breath. "i can explain myself-,"

"which part: when you forgot about me constantly or when you broke into my house?"

"all of it! i can explain and i just want you to know that i haven't been telling you for your own safety."

"what the fuck are you talking about?"

"just-just come with me."

"where?"

"it's a surprise!" his apologetic smile willed you to trust him.

you stared at him. his waves framed his face - his hair seemed to grow a lot in the last two weeks. his eyes were a whirlpool that sucked you in.

"jesus, peter." you shook your head, but found some shoes and a jacket to slip on anyway. the bright smile on peter's face made you want to forget about everything.

you followed him down the stairs to the quiet, three in the morning college town streets on a tuesday.

"how far away is it?" you asked. your eyes followed a plane as it blinked through the sky.

"kind of far," he moved in front of you to block your path. "but," he sung his vowel. "i know a quicker way to get there!"

"do we need to take the subway-?" you looked around, only for peter to wrap an arm around your waist. "what-?"

"it's going to be a little scary but you gotta trust me."

"what are you doing, pete?"

"you gotta hold on okay?" he guided your arms around his neck. "trust me, okay?" his sweet enchanting smile encouraged you to trust him despite everything. that didn't stop the groove between your brows from forming, though.

"what-?"

and you were in the air. screaming, obviously. you could hear his reassurance and apologies, willing you to keep holding on.

after several minutes of being in the air and coming to the consensus that you wouldn't fall even if you tried with peter's death grip on you, you took a glance around at your setting.

the street was far below you. cars and lights from down below smiled up and laughed at your fear. apartments on the thirtieth floors were eye level but passed so fast that you couldn't see who resided in them.

"isn't it nice?" peter whispered. he was your only lifeline; the only thing keeping you from falling to your death. "it's so peaceful up here." his quiet words didn't calm your racing heart or sooth your stressed features, but it brought you to stay present until your feet hit the solid ground again.

your legs shook you until your knees met the surface you stood on.

"sorry-,"

"what was that, parker?" you sparse breath made your voice come out as merely a squeak but peter knew all too well that you would be screaming at the top of your lungs if you could.

"it- well- i- uhm," the wind helped you push yourself off of your knees and back to sitting like a normal person rather than someone who thought their feet wouldn't ever touch the ground again. "i'm not really sure how to say this i-i-,"

"peter, i swear to god-,"

"i'm spider-man!" you looked up at his avoiding eyes that were as wide as yours. as if he couldn't believe he actually said that.

"excuse me?" you said after several moments of silence passed.

"i-i'm spider-man," his quiet voice was nearly drowned out by the blowing wind.

you laughed.

his eye brows came together in frustration. "why are you laughing?"

"you're not spider-man."

"i just swung us to the top of central park tower and you're going to deny that i'm spider-man?"

your smile slowly faded as you noticed where you were. that he was right. you were among the stars, the moon within inches of your fingers. the street glowed up at you, laughing once more. the usual honking screams from the cars could not be heard from how high you were. all you could hear was the growl of the wind and peter's shy voice.

"oh my god,"

"no-no, don't freak out!"

"i'm not freaking out, i never freak out. you're just spider-man and that's a thing and we're on top of the central park tower and i could totally fall right now but i'm not freaking out."

you were freaking out.

"doesn't spider-man have webs or something?"

peter stuck out his hand, and a white web came tumbling out after your hand that rested on the ground you still sat on. he tugged at the string that stuck itself to your hand and pulled you up with it. you stumbled into him, his hands steadying your shaking.

"that's insane."

"i know, and i'm so sorry. between juggling school and work and this, it's really difficult to keep track of everything. this doesn't have a schedule and gets in the way of you a lot more than i'd like it to."

"i-i guess i get why you didn't tell me."

a breath left through peter's lips. "i-i put together this as an apology, though." he motioned behind you to yet another thing you didn't notice throughout the stress of it all.

a blanket laid out with food from your favorite take out place scattered all over it. small electric candles flickered around the setting providing as the only light that wasn't coming from the city down below along with his laptop that was glowing and set up to browse through netflix for something to watch.

"i'm really sorry. i'm sorry i'm never there. i'm sorry it's taken me so long to see you again. i'm most of all sorry that i can't change it."

your eyes met his once again.

"if how i am is too much for you, i completely understand. you deserve someone who will treat you as good as you deserve and who will show up. but i want you to know that i miss you, and love you, and i will keep trying so hard to show up."

"you love me?"

"i-i-," peter's sure eyes suddenly fell to the floor and his hands found the back of his neck. "i mean, yeah," he stuttered. "but like it's okay, like, i get it, you know? i don't-,"

all the fears of being at the top of the central park tower and dating spider-man and what it means to date spider-man left you mind. all you could think about was how much you really did love peter despite his absent habits. maybe even more so now that you knew this huge secret and what that secret told about him as a person.

so you kissed him.

the heavenly feeling of his lips was something you didn't know you missed as much as you did. as soon as your lips met, tears pricked themselves at your eyes but you refused to let them fall.

you were okay.

peter was okay.

you were both okay.

it was all okay.

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What did she just say? | Top Gun Maverick AU Fic 🧸

Top Gun Au Series

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Setting: After Top Gun, Before Top Gun Maverick

Characters: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell, Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky and Audrey ‘Sunset’ Davidson. Ft. Baby JenPen Mitchell

Summary: What happen when one of your daughter's first clear word isn't what you exactly expected?

Months past and the trio had a good thing going on with the little princess in their lives. Maverick and Iceman lived together with Jenny’s beautiful blushing pink bedroom across the hall, Sunset moved closer to them. Sure they did have work and stuff to deal with but they didn’t care.

Today, Carol and Bradley came for a small visit after lunch. Carol gushed over her niece, never wanted let anyone hold her expect her, every time they came over. Carol liked to sometimes say that Goose sent Jennifer Mitchell to Pete’s doorstep for this family to get some more light in their lives. And they agreed.

After lunch, Pete decided to drive Carol and Bradley downtown to the stores for a quick shopping spree. Meanwhile Ice and Audrey stayed home to clean up, taking care of their 7-8 month year old. Jenny babbled on the floor in her yellow sunflower dress and two pigtails playing with her toys. She said a lot words every now and then across the day, but they sometimes weren’t the clearest just yet.

Ice didn’t care since he knew every baby learns at a different rate, Audrey was a little worried since she would like for her to at least start trying to say their names soon. Iceman washed dishes and noticed the look on her face. “Don’t worry, pretty mama. She’ll talk soon.” He said with a smile.

“I know that! I just would like for her to say Dada or something, I bet Pete would love her to do that.” She explained, putting away extra cups into the cabinet.

“You know the guys have started a bet right?”

“What bet?”

“To see who’s name she’s say first. Slider already started placing 20 bucks down, it’s why he’s always playing with her..”

“..for Jen can say his name! That little sh—”

Audrey stopped remembering Jenny was in the room and would most likely be listening into the conversation. Iceman chuckled drying of his hand and crouched down bopping Jenny’s nose. She giggled and scrunched up her nose the same way Maverick does. Audrey cooed at the sweet moment leaning against the counter

“Watch this, mama.” Said Ice glancing at Sunset before smiling down at Jen continuing, “You will be saying uncle Ice in no time right, princess? Come on let’s try, Uncle Ice.” 

In response she giggles trying to say ‘Ice’ but only got the ‘Ce’ part down then Jen said ‘Ic’. She was getting there slowly but surely putting it together. Iceman stood up from the floor, walking around to kitchen island clearing out the space, singing a random theme song. Audrey was currently picking up toys from the floor watching as Jen’s eyes followed her.

“Hiya princess!” Audrey said with a bright grin, watching the small girl stand up and slowly the petter patter of her feet carried her away towards her auntie.

Jenny kept smiling brightly softly but happily babbling, “..hi..i..hi! Hi, hi, hi!” That was the girls favorite words from her collection, especially one someone would say it back to her first.

Sunset picked up her niece with such glee, bouncing her on her hip repeating the word, ‘Hi’ along with a few words as she cleaned up the best she could with a bouncing gushing baby on your hip. Audrey sang a few songs and tried getting Jen to try say ‘Dada’ properly. Because Jennifer Mitchell knows the words and will point them out with her fingers, if you ask her to tell you where something or someone is. But she likes to tease the person and not say anything, just giggle or loudly laugh. Or something she’s be care free about the situation and not try to say it.

—-

After a while, Audrey sat on the couch bouncing Jen on her lap watching a Disney cartoon with her. Tom came downstairs after taking a mini shower, dressed in comfy clothes saying, “Hey pretty mama, do you know when Pete’s coming home?”

“No idea.” Sunset looked up and grinned, “Give us some time to ourselves.”

Iceman teased playfully, “Play nice, Sunset.”

“I’m nice. Very nice.”

“I know you are. But we’re on baby duty, so no beers or partying.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re responsible adult.”

The two just laughed when suddenly they heard. A soft ‘mama’ came from Jen’s mouth with glee. It was clear was day. The girl giggled leaning against Audrey comfortably watching her cartoons as if it was nothing.

But for Tom and Audrey, it was something. They didn’t expect it. The pair did a double take and almost dropped their jaws, letting out a surprised laugh.

In shock Iceman asked, “W-what did she just say?”

“S-she said..mama?” Sunset choked out with a smile, “Princess said mama! But..how?!”

“Seriously? How?! She must’ve heard it from me and Mav. We call you ‘Mama’ like every day!”

“We can’t let Mav know, he was hoping her first words would be ‘Dada’ not ‘Mama’!”

Audrey sat Jen on the couch, as Tom sat beside their niece. He could see how happy she was in her seat, holding her small handheld teddy bear as she watched her cartoons in peace. Audrey didn’t want to disturb her but she was concerned with Maverick’s reaction.

The pair spend an hour and a half after Jen’s got bored with her cartoons to teach her to say ‘Dada’ or at least ‘Papa’. But nothing worked, she kept saying ‘Mama’ with her classic Mitchell laugh attached to it. And when they thought she would say one of the two assigned names, instead she would mess around with them saying something else instead.

The pair huffed.

Iceman pinched the bridge of his nose and grumbled in annoyance, at not getting anywhere with the situation. Sunset balled up her fists and kicked the table stubbing her toe in the process. “SHIT—!” Audrey yelled and winced then her eyes widen realizing what she said out loud.

“Sh—sit!” Jen yelled out proudly with a toothless, aside from her baby teeth that showed with every smile.

“Sunny!” Tom shouted with his hands in the air, gesturing to the baby in the room, “The heck?!”

“Sorry! It just came out..”

“Now we got these words and Maverick to worry about.”

“Maverick to worry about what?” Said the classic chipper voice that didn’t belong to either one of them, but a smiling Maverick Mitchell.

—

The two froze up like two deers in headlights. Their voices were lost in the air of the living room, the faces turn a faint palette of their natural shade and they squeezed their eyes shut.

Audrey squeezed her eyes for a second more before spinning around with fake charming grin. “Mav! Y-your early.” She said walking over to him running her fingers crossed her fallen bangs.

“Uh yeah, Bradley got tired so Carol and I took him home. I came back with groceries.” Maverick explained looking between his friends and his cheeky grinned daughter, “Is everything alright?”

Iceman spoke this time with a simple shrug, “Yeah we’re just trying to teach Jenny, some uh, new words. No big deal.”

“Oh okay.” Maverick said simply reaching down to pick up his daughter who made grabby hands towards him, “Come on sweetheart, daddy got you blueberries!

“Ah blu‘erries!” Jenny exclaimed in her daddy’s arms, saying another one of her favorite the words to the best of her abilities.

“That’s right, princess. Blueberries!”

Maverick grinned placed her in his high chair after washing her hands, chatting up a mini storm with his daughter. He loved how much his daughter has moved up in milestones on her pace, still he wished she said ‘Dada’ at once. Rarely he would hear a ‘Da’ or a ‘Pa’ when he was looking but never an actual full word.

Pete was told from Viper that he was a talkative child, but he always wondered how he was as a baby. Did he say ‘daddy’ or ‘mama’ first? Did he walk first and then talk? Did he have a favorite song to listen to? Was he a happy baby or a grumpy one? Pete Maverick had so many questions that he never got all the answers to due to not remembering much as a kid and his parents dying young.

“So baby, what did you do while daddy was gone?” Maverick said once he snapped out of his own thoughts.

In response, Jen babbled quickly and waving her hands in the air, as if she was telling a huge story. She said words you can clearly make out such as ‘play’, ‘toy’ and ‘toons’. Jen even said words like, ‘donald’, ‘duck’, ‘blue’, ‘pink’, and ‘mice’. Maverick laughed and nodded proud of her, his daughter was known for being a fast talker sometimes.

“Really? You had a big day with Uncle Ice and Auntie Sunny, huh? Can we say ‘big day’, sweetheart?” Maverick asked with a grinned placing the blueberries in front of her in a Minnie Mouse bowl.

“Da’y!” Jen said proudly with a matching grin grabbing two blueberries and tossing them into her mouth, “B—ig!”

“Good girl. Your definitely smarter than daddy, princess. What words did you learn today?”

Pete Mitchell had always made it a habit to teach or show Bradley and now Jenny, a few new things every couple of weeks and or months. Sometimes it was words or phrase, sometimes it was activities or places. Even if he wasn’t shown much as a kid, he wanted to make sure the kids in his life knew has much as possible at their own pace. It can be the most basic smallest things in the world, he would like to show them.

As much as Pete was told he wasn’t the best dad or fear he wasn’t doing the best to care for his kids, seeing his children smile told him everything he needed to know. That he was doing just fine, especially with the support system he built with his friends and family.

He ate some blueberries himself and smiled softly, just watching his daughter eat happily one of her favorite food made him simply smile, brighten up his day. He waited for his daughter to speak, knowing it will take her a minute before she can fully take the time to tell him something. One thing he had to learn with becoming a parent, was patiences and to have a hell-lot of it! He was still learning to stay quiet, calm and patient but he’s getting there.

Then he heard it. “Ma..ma-mama!” Yelled his daughter softly after eating another piece of fruit. Her big green eyes that grew into a dark shade as if late locked onto his. Maverick stayed silent for a moment. He wasn’t expecting those to be one of her words.

“M-mama? Did you just say ‘mama’, sweetheart?” Maverick repeated gently with a soft grin. He didn’t get a response from her, she just kept eating. He laughed still kind of surprised at how clear it was and continued, “Where did you learned that from, huh?”

—

Pete thought for a moment trying to think onto how she came to say that word. He thought she must’ve heard it from Bradley calling Carol ‘mama’ plenty of time and—his thoughts came to a pause he heard Audrey’s slide into the room.

“MAV—! I can explain!” Sunset said taking a breath as Iceman came running in after her.

“I tried to stop her but she escaped..” Iceman explained running his hands across his light blonde locks.

Pete chuckled for a moment and nodded, “You taught her that word?”

“We-well i-no I didn’t! I was trying to teach her to say ‘Dada’ or ‘Papa’, when Ice came in and called me ‘Pretty Mama’ and then—” Audrey exclaimed pointing to the tall blonde with a slight glare.

“How mature, Sunny! You shouldn’t blame me, she called out the word ‘Mama’ randomly. I was trying to teach her to say Ice.” Tom exclaimed pointing to himself.

“Fair. If anything, we should blame Maverick!”

Pete’s eyes widen at hearing that and gasped, “ME—?! I didn’t teach her to say ‘Mama’. It’s your nickname!”

“If you and Goose didn’t start with the nicknames in High School we would’ve gotten her to say ‘Dada’ like i wanted! And Ice came in with that nickname too!” Audrey exclaimed pointing to both of her boys.

“Again! You love the nickname, Drey! And clearly she decided to call you ‘Mama’ instead of calling me ‘Papa’ or ‘Ice’. I change her poopy diapers, give her baths, feed her and sing to her, i deserve at—” Tom yelled.

Pete cut him off and scoffed, “Sing to her?! I sing to her, change her diapers, I give her baths too and oh yeah, she has my DNA Ice, I deserve to be called ‘Dada’ or ‘Papa’!”

“Ok fair—still Mav I mean—we deserve something! We all deserve it!”

“So do i—i mean, hell yeah we do! I wouldn’t be surprised if Slider made a bet to see who’s name she said first!”

“Actually he did! Placing 20 bucks.”

“Y’all were betting on that and didn’t think to include me?!”

“Hey, I said Slider not me, Mav!”

The two men bickered back and forth like a old married, as Audrey cut in every few lines. It’s one voice on top of them other. The voices were high and mighty. It was like the sun in the sky, the ice of a snowstorm and the wind from between the heavy clouds has entered the kitchen in full force.

—

It kept going on for almost less than 5 minutes straight until a loud squeak and bursting squeals were heard from the princess of the two story castle. A mix of different sounds came her. But Jen said them loud and as clear as she could.

“..Da..dada!..M..mama!..Pap..Iceee!” She said loudly, repeating a couple of other words, as it came out in patches of sweet babbles.

The three rapidly whipped their heads towards the baby girl, as they’re jaws dropped. They all looked at each other then at Jen, then right back to one another. Iceman blinked at the sight, Sunset scoffed breaking into a grin and Maverick shake his head not believing that he heard. Eventually the guys followed suit, grinning softly at the young girl repeating the words.

Maverick was the first to sprint over to the baby girl, grinning brightly and cupping his daughter’s chubby cheeks kissing her face. “Yes sweetheart, that’s right! Your right, I’m daddy. I’m dada.” Pete said responding to her laughter.

“Mav’s head over heal prime time in love with that girl.” Audrey exclaimed, walking over to kiss Jen’s forehead before grabbing a baby wipe for her face.

Tom chuckled, taking one of Jenny’s blueberries from her bowls, resulting for the baby to pout and glare at him. Like father, like daughter. Ice laughed this time, seeing so much of his wingman in her eyes. He fell in love more and more everyday.

“Sharing is caring, princess Jen.” He said taking another one from her bowl looking at the group, “If I’m Pa or Iceeee, according to her, Mav is of course Dada. Does that make Drey…?”

“Mama?” Maverick replied finishing his questions with a smile growing onto his cheeks, “Now we got someone else who can call Audrey, mama..”

—

Audrey was drying a bowl placing blueberries and blackberries inside and softly grin, as slight blush reached her rosy face. She didn’t expect to be called ‘Mama’ by another Mitchell or anyone else in a while, but she was more than glad she was.

Sunset took Jenny from Pete’s arms showering the baby girl in a few kisses mumbling sweet nothings in her ear as she giggled. After less than a few second, she followed Mav and Ice into the living room. Audrey placed her into her daddy’s lap sitting in between her boys, stealing a blackberries from Tom’s bowl.

Pete chuckled at Iceman’s face from his berries being stolen, as his wingman glares playfully tossing a few at him. Audrey tried blocking the berries from behind thrown across the couch, Jen giggled eating her own. After a while, the trio laughed and ate, watching a movie when suddenly the character in the film said ‘Shit’, a mere moment later a small ‘Sh-sit!’ came from Jenny with a soft laugh.

Maverick almost choked on his blackberries and now set of grapes, looking down on his daughter. The poor man blinked a couple of time and took a breath. Finally he found the small words realizing what she said.

But just to make sure, he asked, “What did she just say?” Pete looked over at his friends, hoping for an answer of kind.

But all of he got was a simple scoff from Tom and a few giggles from Audrey. It took a moment but Maverick eventually got the gist of it, laughing along too.

Thank you for reading this story! Hope you loved it ;)

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[kruemel8]

https://x.com/randomsonali/status/1772213010175512812?s=20

https://x.com/emmyyoungroyals/status/1772221040808108316?s=20

Of course they have to remove the poster.

But that makes me fucking sad. No Tom& Petter interview and I was so looking forward to it. 💔

[gaphic]

If you want a masterclass in 'there are no accidents' and 'fixing the system instead of telling people to Be Better' philosophy (and you're not squeamish about airplane disaster stories) I urge you to check out Mentour Pilot on youtube.

To my knowledge commercial aviation is the only industry that takes systemic critique this seriously, and Petter does a phenomenal job of breaking that down into engaging, digestible videos. As much as I love Well There's Your Problem, I don't think WTYP can hold a candle to MP in terms of teaching the viewer how to think about accidents, how to look past 'this person made an obviously stupid decision' and truly examine what conditions produced that decision.

Also, he did a fun collab video where Tom Scott hops in a simulator and tries to land a B737!

[grinkcore]

of course vinny’s got tom petty lined up for BRB, based but also idk i’ve never been too interested in a lot of tom petter?

[chussyracing]

Race of Champions 2023, confirmed drivers (so far):

Sebastian Vettel

Mika Hakkinen

Valtteri Bottas

Jamie Chadwick

David Coulthard

Felipe Drugovich

Tom Christensen

Johan Kristoffersson

Thierry Neuville

Felix Rosenquist

Oliver Solberg

Petter Solberg

Mick Schumacher

Travis Pastrana

Tanner Foust

Sebastien Loeb

Adrien Tambay

Mattias Ekström

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

The Storm Rolls In

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: future ABO, slick, Viking Col, fae Dom, beginning of Big Sad™️, I'm serious guys it's starting to get bad, mentions of death, mentions of war, suspicion of lies, suspicion of a usurper, secrets being revealed, a little Tod fluff to help (Tom/Mod), scared boys, overwhelmed boys, caring for dead bodies, crying boys, a small fight, mentions of cheating (kind of), Dom trying to be a big boy, waivering hope, slow burn ☠️ rating: mature ☠️ ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

The village was buzzing and had been since the night Bjørn stumbled in beaten and bloody and announced Armageddon. Perhaps Dom shouldn't have been thinking that way but there was a pit in his stomach that promised it would be the end of his world as he'd come to know it. Of course the Bastard seemed perfectly alright since, possibly happier even, but the fae and his lover were so wrapped up in preparation and bonding they barely even noticed. Inga did though, and Modig, and they kept a close eye. Not that they felt it was doing any good. It wasn't as if he was boasting anything or doing something that could be called into question… it was just a feeling.

"Wha's ya end of the world?" Dom didn't mean to startle the seer but gods did he. Some of the clan took to calling him 'Köttr' because he crept around so silently but he didn't think seals were anything like cats. He had been sitting with Mod for a bit, Kol was busy with the few men left of the village. They'd gone to find the bodies of their loved ones but he wouldn't let Dom go and he'd basically left the other fae in charge of his safety. Not in charge of him obviously- that would be absurd and certainly get him in trouble. Tom was with them but still grumpy, he felt like a protective statue behind the boy but he was used to that. Besides, he knew it gave his best friend an excuse to stare at the forest nymph.

Mod took a deep breath and squinted his eyes as he glanced to his new friend. He hadn't forgotten he wasn't alone, they'd just all gone quiet in their individual concerns and hearing the boy talk suddenly was jarring. He was supposed to keep him safe though he was very confused how he ended up the best option. He supposed the only other options were Petter or Bjørn and he was quite sure he was to keep the bear away from him and Pete was… He seemed to have a bit of a crush or he was jealous- none of them knew exactly which. He didn't mind though, it gave him more time around the silent newcomer who was glaring at him. The focus felt nice in a way, it tickled his aura. "Ragnarok. All will end, even the gods. If you believe that kind of thing. Why beib?"

Dom didn't know if he was more confused by their apocalypse word or the fact that his friend called him babe but he huffed softly and set his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands before sighing. He wasn't a baby damnit. They had found seats on the steps of the great hall, it was the best view to watch for the man returning but his ass was starting to ache and he was anxious. He didn't know what else to do but chat. "Jus' wondering what to call tomorrow. Wha' time you fink?" The fae tried not to whine but he was so worried. It was eating at him from the inside out.

Mod wrapped an arm around the boy. He was supposed to keep him safe but he couldn't protect him from this. He tried so hard to put on a happy face and be the cheerful stoner, he knew that's why he was so often the body guard, Kol thought he'd make the kid laugh or something. He just couldn't do it so easily now, he was so scared of the knot in his own stomach telling him death was near. Well… it was by far his most confusing portent. He felt both life and death when he looked at the prince now and he didn't know how to sway the gods. "Before our fearless leader returns?" He asked, trying to keep his voice cheerful enough. "Perhaps nearer to nightfall but not long now." He soothed, ruffling the boy's wild hair.

"Mooood!" Dom squeaked, trying to wriggle away but he forgot his lifelong bodyguard was behind him and Tom reacted to everything. In the next moment the hand in his hair was gone and so was the seer, tackled down the stairs and wrestling with the other selkie. Happily wrestling it appeared, Mod was laughing and even Tom cracked a smile when he landed on top and pinned him. "I actually meant the end of me world but…" Damhnaic trailed off the whisper since he thought no one was listening. He enjoyed seeing them happy though, he felt the whole village deserved it.

"Silly boys, never grow up do they?" A soft voice eased some of his fear and he looked up to find Inga leaning down to wipe the step off before she sat next to him. "Pups they are. Absolute pups." She gave Dom a sly wink and he choked on his heart as it jumped into his throat.

"Pups?" His voice broke as it went high and he had to clear his throat.

"I'm worried for you love." She sighed, scooting closer and taking the same position her son had been in. Her arm felt better though and he laid his head against her chest so she could hold him better. He'd never had a mother like that, he'd never been worried over or taken care of. He was quite sure he'd had a nursemaid his first few years but he wasn't allowed to know who because he wasn't allowed emotional attachments. He was still confused about Tom and Ádam but he supposed one acted cold and growly all the time and the other was so focused on getting his cock wet- as Kol would say- that they didn't act loving towards the prince. "I think Bjørn knows too but I won't let any of this be the end of your world or ours. My boys are finally happy for the first time-" She paused to sniffle and laugh as Mod pinned Tom to the dirt and roots started to grow from the ground to hold him. The selkie blushed for a moment but broke free and they were off rolling again.

Dom wanted to enjoy the sight but his stomach was in knots. What did she mean? "Bjørn knows?"

"I didn't even know exactly what you were but I saw tomes in his room from other lands… one had a word I recognized but I couldn't understand the rest of it. I don't know how he would be able to read it but… Damhnaic, yes?"

Her blue gaze locked on his when he sat bolt upright and trembled. How- where- when- "Oh gods." It was probably just about what his name meant, he didn't believe there had been actual books written about him. Not yet at least. It still made his skin paler and his heart race. He thought he might be sick. "I knew 'ey raided land near mine. I… I suppose I didn't fink." He rasped. "Wait if you can't read it… 'Ow did ya know wha' I am? You said 'pup'."

"Aye. Liv and Helga came to me. He's been rougher these past nights in his glee and he's been very drunk. Ranted about the 'fucking fae everywhere'. Which I knew but... He's always tried spreading a rumor that sirens killed our kin but it never quite made sense and now he's talking about them infiltrating our land. Sirens and selkies and nymphs."

Dom could tell she was scared, not just for him or Tom but for her own boy. She trusted fae because they'd been kind to her as long as she'd lived. Obviously at least one had been very kind. "Does he know of 'im as well?" His voice shook but she just shrugged and Dom looked to the playful pair. He knew bringing Tom might cause problems but it sounded as if Bjørn may have known the whole time. "I don't know wha' to do Inga, he's… he 'ates us for no reason."

She huffed softly and shook her head, patting his back. "He hated Kolvidur. He despised he wasn't the oldest even watching how heavy the world weighed on his shoulders. He hated he couldn't have Åse, she was… well you can imagine her beauty. You've seen Kol." She teased and for some reason he blushed. "Everyone was in love with her, two clans warred over her. To this day the clash lasts. Obviously. She was so sweet as well and smitten with Kolvi, they were as lovely a couple as the two of you. That just drove his hate deeper. My brother isn't a good man, he hated my sweet Kol from the day he was born because he was no longer next in line to rule. It's not about your magic, love. It's about his black heart that can't feel it. He was fine with you I think when he thought you were a distraction from family for Kol. Now that he knows…" She sighed and trailed off. She didn't need to say it, he understood her fear now. He understood what she had been trying to say. Now that the Bastard knew he could breed he was enemy. How strange the difference a womb made. "One problem at a time though. What do you think we should do about this little bitch Megna?" Dom was so surprised he laughed.

He started to reply when they heard hoofbeats and everyone froze, looking off in the distance. "Finally he's 'ome." The selkie grinned, jumping up and running for the horses.

"Dom, wait!" Mod shouted, darting as fast as he could to catch the boy around the waist.

"Wha'? Why? Put me down!" He huffed, still trying to see through the trees and fog, it was getting too dark though.

Tom stepped up next to them, brushing off his tunic and baring his pointed fangs. "That's not our men. There's too many horses."

The fae couldn't even enjoy the fact that Tom had said 'our', he was too wrapped up in the fact that the other clan lied and came a day early. "It's Ragnarok." He whimpered, his skin going cold but at least his friends were moving. Rushing to hide him and figure out who could take Kol'son's place to greet them. He knew though, he already knew. There was only one and he felt sick thinking it had perhaps been designed that way. It was the man who convinced his lover to gather their dead today. "Fucking Bjørn."

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Kol'son's heart felt heavy as he loaded another of his men onto the wagon. There were only ten bodies but each one broke him a little more. It was strange though, none of them seemed exactly war torn. He thought if they'd been slaughtered it would be a mess. Some of them had obviously fought but many of them appeared as if they'd quite literally been stabbed in the back. He hadn't thought Harald the type to tell his men to sneak, he was normally very bold in his moves. As he and Petter and some of their elder men had wrapped the bodies he thought he'd seen hesitation on some of them. That was another thing that felt strange. He'd never seen a Viking falter in battle but… maybe the warriors had been young. He couldn't know.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking chief?" Pete asked, leaning against the wagon and crossing his arms. Kol raised a brow at him but he was far too tired to actually speak unless it was important. "It's dead quiet here." The leader wanted to curse him for joking about their men but he couldn't help cracking a small smirk. "What? Too soon?"

"I'm pretty sure six seconds is too soon, Stowaway." He huffed, shaking his head. His body ached and his heart and soul felt heavy. He needed more than anything to get home to his love and just spend the next night and day wrapped in his hold. They had much to prepare before the other clan arrived but he needed more time with Dom. He needed to feel better. Stronger. This was destroying him. "Let's get home." He declared before whistling for his men and mounting his horse.

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Dom was shaking, hiding in a clearing in the forest. He wasn't entirely sure why they'd put him there, he wasn't sure why he was hiding at all except that it was just Tom's first reaction. Keep him safe. He'd been there a while with so many thoughts racing through his mind. He had so much distrust in his heart but he knew he couldn't voice it to his love. Kol was too overwhelmed already. He wasn't even sure he'd get to see him for a time and it was breaking him. They'd planned to steal most of the next day together. Both Tom and Mod were near he believed but they were keeping themselves secret among the trees. It was for his protection he was sure but it reminded him too much of his childhood. Many other kingdoms had wished him dead so his family wouldn't be blessed by the gods. This was normal for him even though no one presently was after him. Just to break his heart and steal his mate. There that word was again…

He heard something and startled, pushing himself back against the tree at his spine but when a voice whispered to him he felt so much weight off his shoulders. He was safe. Thank the gods he was safe. "Boy? Are you here?" Kol whispered on the wind and Dom lunged into his arms as he tried to bite back sobs. He didn't realize how scared he'd been that they already slaughtered him. "Odin bless us- fuck! Are you okay?"

The siren nodded and sniffled, hiding his face in his daidí's neck to breathe him deep. He could feel the man doing the same to his hair and it warmed his heart. "'Ow- You didn't get caught?" He whispered back, keeping his voice low in case anyone was listening. He had a feeling they were surrounded by fae but he knew they were good ones. Kin even.

"Mod found me before we got too close. He told me and brought me here. Petter is waiting with my- with my men. We have to go but I needed to see you. Are you okay?" He asked yet again but he knew neither of them were. He cupped his boy's face and caressed tears from his cheeks before he pulled him closer for a desperate kiss. They were supposed to have time. Why didn't they have time? "I'll fix it. You know I will. We'll talk to them and they'll… I don't know." Kol'son huffed, he was too enraged to speak correctly. "Pete suggested if all else fails at least I can keep you as my thrall. No one can tell a chieftain no. Even… even if I have to wed her it would be only in name. You'd have my heart."

Dom pulled free of the hug, his entire being running cold as ice. What had changed in the few hours they'd been parted that his lover questioned his ability to make them leave? He… he vowed. He vowed! Dom couldn't share him and survive. "Wha?"

Kol took in those reflective gold eyes, they were so bright in the moonlight and his throat felt choked by his heart. He hated the idea but he couldn't part from Dom, and his people… "Gods Damhnaic you didn't see it! You didn't have to wrap them and carry them and see- some of them were around your age! You just don't get it! You don't have people like that. You don't have people you'd do anything to save!"

With that Dom pulled completely away and stumbled back against the tree. He felt faint. How was their meeting going so badly so fast? His heart was breaking in his chest but he tried to stand up straighter. He tried to look every bit the prince he used to be. If he wasn't part of Kol'son's clan then he was just that, a runaway lone rebel prince. Gods he'd never felt so alone as he did in that moment. Even with the man he loved most so close. "I fhought 'ey was me people too Master- 'scuse me, Chieftain Kol. I told you not to bloody call me tha'! But I'm sorry I misunderstood wha' I'm doing 'ere!"

Kol'son cursed himself and pushed a hand roughly through his hair. He didn't know how he'd been so stupid so fast. He took a step closer and fell to his knees, wrapping himself around his thrall's waist. His cheek pressed to the tunic covered belly he longed so badly to fill with babes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Fuck ástin min I- I raised those boys and grew up with the others. My kin are dead. Slaughtered. And the rest may be by sunup but all I can think of is hiding here with you even if-" His voice broke and tears poured down his cheeks. He never cried. He never fucking cried but he turned his face to his lover and the light so he could see. "Even if we make love to the sound of their screams. I don't want to go back. I don't know how to save them."

Dom could tell how hard that was to admit, his man was broken and he had to help. He had to forgive him and help, no matter what. He couldn't let him lose the rest of their people. He pet through the almost white golden hair and smiled down at him even as his own tears dripped to Kol's cheeks to join his. He was after all from the sea, of course all he could give his mate was salt water promises and hopefully a little strength. "Tha' won't 'appen. Neiver of 'em fings. We'll fix it jus' like you said. Come on daidí, you ain't gonna kneel to your fhrall are you?" He teased, pulling the man up to his feet and fixing his clothes before wiping the tears from his face. "Stand strong and I'll kneel for you later." He winked though he wasn't sure. He could put on a brave face because he'd always had to learn how to mask his fear or any emotion from his parents but he knew the Viking could feel him. "We got fhis. Remember you a king. You me king." He soothed and after getting Kol to rights he curled his wrists around his shoulders.

"Are you sure we can't stay here and fuck?" The human groaned, he'd had a rough day and he wanted a rougher night to wash the pain away.

"You wouldn't anyway. Not yet." Dom teased, standing on tiptoes to give the man a quick kiss and fix his crown. "I love you. No matter wha' comes remember tha'." He purred against his lover's lips and even so scared their bodies reacted being so close. He could feel his thighs slick and his daidí's cock jerk.

"I love you too. Just don't leave me? Stay close please?" He bagged softly and Dom nodded. He would act as thrall for the night, he could do that at least. Support his lover. He just prayed it was only for the night or he might not survive. "You ready?" He asked, squeezing their hands together. Of course he wasn't. Neither of them could be prepared for what they were about to face. There was no way to ever prepare for heartbreak.

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

So here we are! The Big Bad™️ I hope you're all ready and you trust me to get us through with a little smut and levity. I actually like this chapter so I hope you do too! Thank you so much for being here 🖤☠️

[kaydincenerd]

Why does y/n always die or not get the guy in fics now I’ve read 15 in the last month and I die or the guy gets with the other love interest can y/n not be happy.

[edvinception]

I really really really hope for another tom och petter interview from edvin and omar for s3. the chaotic energy in the last one was so good. and it's not always the same questions over and over again.

Me too, I've listen to theirs as well as their individual ones several times. I love them all.

They are so relaxed, and seem to have a blast. Since they are so popular I can't see why not. But it might take a while before they have time to record it I reckon.

[pickinglilahs]

Zodiac Signs of Dead Gay Wizards

(and others that I thought were interesting)

Aquarius: Lilly & Evan

Pisces: Remus & Newt Scamander

Aires: James & Dorcas & Fred/George

Taurus: Walburgha & Orion & Slughorn & Sprout

Gemini: Draco & Lucius

Cancer: Narcissa & Alphard Black & Pandora

Leo: Harry & Marlene & Alice

Virgo: Petter & Mary & Frank

Libra: Minni & Flitwick & Olivander

Scorpio Sirius & Regulus

Sagittarius: Barty & Hagrid

Capricorn: Andy & Tom Riddle & Snape

[contentissues]

SPOILERS for The Crowded Room. Available on Apple TV.

June 19th 2023

The Crowded Room Thoughts / My Opinion so far as to what is happening

Episode 4

Facts of the TV Show:

Danny(Tom Holland) is talking to an old business associate(Jack) of his father(Peter Sullivan) when you learn that Jack knows who Yitzak(the man that Danny stays with) is and gives the last name for him which is Safdie. We also learn that Jack has not spoken to Dannys father in years(how many is not specified).

My own thoughts: This is where I am starting to wonder if the man Jack(Dannys fathers old associate) is actually a friend or foe. Movies and shows tend to flip people like this that seem like they are here to help the main character. Learning that Jack has not spoken to Petter Sullivan in years leads me more to the thought that either the man Jack is a less likely “friend” and more likely a reason for the character Petter to have left or be in hiding. Maybe even the character Jack has killed the father of Danny. Jack seems genuine up until he says “Quiet the curious one aren’t you.” A phrase that commonly in film tends to lead to a sinister character lying about a situation. Jack still seems genuine after talking about Yitzak Safdie. Even more so now as he discusses that he kept his “promise”.

Facts of the Show:

Danny tells the detective that Jack called Yitzak. In this talk on the payphone Jack says that he is earning Dannys trust and Yitzak asks if its wise to let him drink before a job and that the job isn’t earning the trust of Danny and Jack says that Jack will deliver and Yitzak says that the boy meaning Danny must deliver. 

My thoughts on the show:

I am assuming that in this moment where we learn this new information on the two characters Yitzak and Jack that they are trying to get in touch with the character of Dannys father, Peter. The detective talking to Danny about how he knows this information asking “you saw him out the window in a booth how could you know what he was saying?” Leads me to believe that the character Danny is playing all of these characters in his head.

Even more evidence that this is setup to make you think that the character is possibly going to be a multiple personalities type of character is with the line “ Git rid of your passport Danny and any connection to me and go home.” This is Jack wanting Danny to own up to his mistake and to take the most likely prison time for shooting two people. 

Facts of the show:

The detective asked Danny “Why do you think they would disappear and just leave everything that they own.”

My thoughts on the show:

So the word disappear could allude to the characters that Danny has interacted with throughout this story so far are made up characters that just vanished because of what I would assume is a disease or mental disability. 

With that said it is all still in the possibility that Danny is still telling the truth.

Facts of the show: 

Jack shows up in the interrogation room. The detective is now questioning him. Tells Jack that “I think its time that he knows the truth” and the detective say he is referring to Danny.

My thoughts on the show:

This is an undeniable moment that I have decided the truth is Danny has multiple personality disorder. The clear omission of Jack coming to the police station or even the united states for that matter. And just now thinking back to the character of Danny going to the UK to see Jack could all have just been an imagining for Danny being that it would be hard for him as a young man trying to leave the country after committing a crime in daylight with lots seeing him do so and that person that he was trying to shoot was his stepfather so I am sure that the police would have been watching for him too try to flee.

Fact if the show:

The detective asks what happened to Dannys brother and Danny decides that he’s done talking. 

My thoughts in the show:

Possibility that Danny may have killed his brother but from an earlier scene where Danny looks to the house and hears a rope straining and some noises I would assume that his brother committed suicide by hanging himself.