#Tom Shell

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[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Surf Nazis must Die 1987

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The way Mrs Chen and Venom dancing was the last time Mrs Chen ever sees them is...

[iamgonnagetyouback]

Hi! Congratulations on 1k. Could I get a story in a shell. My favorite trope is like boss and employee kind of thing (Tom riddle as the boss). And could I get that with cowboy like me by Taylor swift?

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ TOM RIDDLE boss/employee with cowboy like me by taylor swift

The office party was a glittering display of excess. Golden chandeliers cast shadows over designer gowns and tailored suits, the wealth dripping off every word spoken in the tent-like structure erected in the courtyard. You adjusted your dress, a sleek black number that Tom had insisted you wear. As his assistant, you weren’t meant to draw attention—but tonight, you were here as something else.

His date.

Tom stood beside you, the ever-imposing figure of quiet power. His sharp features were unreadable, his dark eyes scanning the room like a hawk. He sipped from his glass of whiskey, barely acknowledging the pleasantries thrown his way. You wondered if anyone else noticed how his hand rested on the small of your back, possessive and unyielding.

"You’re quiet tonight," he murmured, tilting his head toward you.

“Just observing,” you replied, your voice steady. You knew how to play this game. After all, you’d learned from the best.

His lips curved into a faint smirk. “Careful. Observing can be dangerous in a room like this.”

The conversation around you blurred into meaningless static. You were used to this world of lies and manipulation, but standing next to him, you felt more vulnerable than you had in years.

The band started playing, a soft melody weaving its way through the crowd. Someone near you laughed—too loud, too fake—and Tom turned his attention to you entirely.

“Dance with me,” he said, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

Your throat tightened. “Dancing is a dangerous game.”

“That’s why you’ll do it,” he replied, his smirk deepening.

He extended a hand, and despite the alarm bells screaming in your mind, you took it. His grip was firm but not unkind as he led you to the center of the floor.

As his hand settled on your waist, you couldn’t help but remember the first time you’d met him—how he had seen through you, just as you had seen through him. He was like you: a hustler, a bandit. Someone who’d learned to tell people what they wanted to hear to survive.

“Do you ever think about what brought us here?” you asked as he spun you gently, his eyes locked on yours.

He chuckled softly, a sound that never quite reached his eyes. “Which part? The lies we told or the truths we refused to see?”

You hesitated, but the words escaped anyway. “Both.”

For a moment, the mask he wore so flawlessly faltered. His hand on your waist tightened ever so slightly. “Careful, darling. That almost sounded like regret.”

You laughed, but it was hollow. “Regret isn’t in my repertoire.”

“Good,” he said, his voice low and sharp. “It shouldn’t be.”

The music swelled, and you let yourself fall into the rhythm. For all the lies and half-truths, this moment felt real—terrifyingly so. You wanted to believe it could last, but the skeletons in both your closets loomed like dark clouds, plotting to ruin whatever this was.

“Tom,” you said softly, stepping closer.

His gaze darkened, a flicker of something almost human crossing his features. “Don’t.”

You bit your lip, the words dying on your tongue. It was a dangerous game indeed.

Later, as the party waned and the crowd thinned, you found yourself perched at the edge of the makeshift bar, nursing a drink you didn’t want. Tom was speaking to some high-ranking executive, his charm on full display, but his eyes kept flickering toward you.

When he finally approached, his face was unreadable again. “Let’s go.”

You followed him without a word, the cool night air biting at your skin as he led you to his car. The ride was silent, the tension thick enough to choke on.

At his apartment, he poured two glasses of scotch, handing one to you before sitting across from you on the leather couch.

“What’s wrong?” he asked finally, his voice softer than you expected.

You stared at him, the weight of the night pressing down on you. “This.” You gestured between the two of you. “Whatever this is.”

His jaw tightened. “And what is this?”

“A con,” you said bitterly. “Forever is the sweetest con, isn’t it?”

Something in his expression cracked. “You think that’s all this is?”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

Tom set his glass down and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Do you know why I hired you?”

“Because I was good at what I do,” you replied automatically.

“No.” His voice was firm. “Because I saw you for what you are. Like me.”

The truth hung between you, suffocating and undeniable.

“I don’t know how to love,” you whispered, the confession slicing through you like a blade.

His gaze softened, but his voice remained steady. “Neither do I. But I’m trying.”

The silence stretched, heavy and unbroken, until he reached out, his fingers brushing yours.

“Stay,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

And against all better judgment, you did.

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Tom Waits - “16 Shells From a Thirty-Ought-Six” performed live for the UK music program The Tube on October 16, 1985.

[panevanbuckley]

still not over how the way tom didn't go to logan's funeral because he was working was huge forshadowing for him becoming ceo. like roman cries and shows that he's actually human and boom. he's no longer in the running for the top job. but tom misses a funeral for work (something logan would absolutely do too), becoming the most inhumane of them all in that one moment, and it shows he can handle the job. he has basically become logan 2.0 with that decision and i think that's so wild

[compacflt]

ice and his obnoxious ass academy ring are my fav part of TG 86'

does your mav have any thoughts ab his husband wearing that damn ring

he’s probably still a little bitter about it but it’s not like ice SHOULDNT be proud of going to the USNA or anything so what is he gonna do, ask him to take it off??

i have this image ive yet to incorporate into any of my writing where ice spends his whole life with the USNA ring on the fourth finger of his right hand & feels a little imbalanced. something’s missing. & then he marries maverick, and he has the wedding ring on the fourth finger of his left hand, and finally he is complete. he has both. he is both a great officer and someone capable of love. neither side is subservient to the other anymore. they coexist in harmony at the end of the day. and of course that’s something maverick would respect.

oh shit brb adding that image to my slider one-shot rn

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The Matrix (1999, Andy and Larry Wachowski)

07/11/2024

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[morganhopesmith1996]

This release ♥️

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What kind of pranks do you think Sonic Wachowski would pull for April fools?😈

😈Tortilla Shell Surprise😈

We play this game in my family! You hide a random tortilla shell around the house and gently toss it into the direction of the person you want to land it on. It’s like the same thing you do with cheese, but we kept losing the cheese. Besides, tortillas is a good excuse to always have tacos.

[gougarpaw]

Shell Claw is a gray tabby or a bright ginger tom.

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12:03 AM EDT October 18, 2024:

Tom Waits - "16 Shells From A Thirty‐Ought‐Six" From the album   Beautiful Maladies: The Island Years (June 15, 1998)

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TOM WAITS

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Tom Waits - "16 Shells From A 30.6" and "Cemetery Polka" (Live On The Tu...