#amykins

[cpericardium]

this is unacceptable, i just saw that ask and i must reclaim my title as most deranged anon

uuuhhh... fuck i got nothing

can you just pretend i said something that profoundly disturbed you on a physiological level? thanks

Attempts to destabilise my psyche are futile because my best friend is chartic

[f1rewalk3r]

listen. i know we’re mutuals. but you can’t be mad at me for not reblogging your posts about thirsting for buff blonde women.

well basically a lot of my followers are victoriakin and they’ve been complaining that when they see posts like that they get forcibly reality shifted back to the asylum. yeah.

no, of course i don’t hate you. it’s not your fault that you’re amykin. it’s just that none of the carolkin are willing to take responsibility for everything. and now half of the taylorkin are canceling me because they think i’m bullying you for not reblogging the thirstposts.

i just wanted to clear this misunderstanding up. so the taylorkins will stop swarming my notes with their bug emoji attacks. we’re cool? great.

[ventismacchiato]

kaipoo🥺🥺🥺 since ur a med student i need u to answer me now!🤬🤬🤬

why do i always feel like i havr to go tinkle even after i js had a tinkle!!! or i feel like i have to tinkle when i dint need to!!

sincerely amykins🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🐺🐺🐺🐺

#freeamyftomhertinkleissues

i’m not an expert but that is a sign of a uti 👁️

[henghost]

You're not really "true" amykin are you? Aren't you just an amy stan?

you people and your labels! it's an incredibly nuanced and complex and situation, but if i had to dumb it down for you i'd say it's a fluid relationship. when i get really high and engage in risky sexual behavior i'm an amykin, and when i use peri's facemash of my face and amy fanart as an inspo moodboard i'm an amy stan. you'd have to call it a "superposition."

[hiremeyuehua]

Number 4 for the ask game 🥰🥰🥰

Ooooooo wifey you pulled X1 Flash Seungyoun. 😍😍😍😭😭😭

This lil swooner came with the X1 Premier Show-Con Binder which was part of their Debut celebration merchandise. You recieved 11 photocards with the binder, then 11 different photocards with the pouch & if I remember correctly, there was a postcard set too amongst a few other cute items like a shirt & tote bag. Anyways this one can also be hard to find unless you know the right people. (Well it is where I am)

Can't remember if you have one of these yourself, but that doesn't matter because this pc is sexy & needs to be talked about again.

Wish this one would have been AR like the Quantum Leap Bisang. Those were cute. If this was AR is would be deadly. 👁💋👁

[mcuspidey-archive]

bulletproof | t.h. — part one

Pairing: Agent!Tom x Agent!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: You have one job. Get the evidence and get out. Should be easy enough but with your incredibly irresistible partner in your ear the whole time, it’s a little hard to stay focused.

Warning: A LOT OF DIALOGUE, crime, cursing, angst, major flirting like, did I mention dialogue !!!! 

A/N: COLLAB WITH @thelazypangolin ! This started as a blurb request but I was so inspired and excited about it that I knew it had to be BIG and I couldn’t do it alone. I’m honored to be writing with her and we honestly are having so much fun with it that I’d be shocked if it didn’t turn into an entire series. (That will depend on the feedback we get so please let us know what you think ok?) We are just so proud of this and we really hope you enjoy it ❤️

Your hands reach for the computer that sat in front of you as drops of perspiration trickle down your forehead. You were well aware that the mission would be risky, but your lazy ass hated time-bound tasks enough for you to start stressing out.

Your hand finds the mini USB drive you had stashed in your back pocket earlier and despite it being a minute device, it would be the deciding factor on whether your assignment failed or succeeded.

“Y/N, you sure you can handle this one?” Tom’s voice flows softly through the tiny earpiece.

He was always teasing you and you loved it, but of course would never admit it. Rolling your eyes at the hidden cameras surrounding you, you hear him laugh.

“I can handle anything,” you assure him, a sly smirk spreads across your face. It was true and he knew it. You had only been working together for a few months and he already knew you better than anyone else ever had. You’re strong, the strongest person he knows, and so fearless. It was the reason you were offered the position in the first place because no matter what, you never backed down.

“I know. But are you sure you can stay focused, love? You look so sexy right now.” He tests you and you know he’s busy eyeing the black, skin-tight pants and red leather jacket that were hugging you in all the right places.

“Something tells me that you are the one who's having a hard time focusing, eh Holland?” you chuckle, hiding the underlying anxiety.

“I might be more focused if you dressed more professionally, ya know,” his voice saturates your being, officially distracting you. Though it wouldn't be exactly wrong to say that you did love all the distraction he brought to the job.

“Maybe I’m just trying to show you what you’ve been missing out on,” you say, a little too confidently. You knew you needed to be completely invested in the screen in front of you, but couldn’t help yourself. You dished it right back, only you were better at it and you wished you could see his reactions.

You hear his voice hitch and he lets out a soft groan. “You sure, this is the right time and the right place to show that?”

“Better now than never.” Your fingers tap nervously on all the possible combinations of numbers to unlock the information, yet you manage to let the words glide effortlessly.

“How 'bout after we’re done here?” He says, sending a shiver up your spine as you imagine the gorgeous, uneven grin he most likely had on his face. You gasp dramatically. “Tom Holland, are you asking me out?”

“I might be,” he says and a nervous laugh escapes his lips. It had been months of continuous flirting and ensuing tension between the two of you, and he chose now to do this?

Getting too caught up in him, you enter just enough wrong combinations.

The analogue display immediately sets to 10:00.

“Y/N?”

“I’m fine, it’s just- I may have set off the intruder alert, no big deal,” you try to brush it off. The fact that you made a mistake in the first place was bad enough.

“Y/N, they’re going to be there any minute, most likely armed, do you hear me? Get out!” Panic ringing clearly through his words.

09:00

“I uh-” you glance at the illuminated numbers. “-still have nine minutes. I can do this.” You fake confidence to pacify your partner's concerns but on the inside, you knew that you were fucked, big time.

“No damn it, the moment that clock hits zero, this entire building blows up and all the evidence with be destroyed. You are not going down with it,” Tom was almost yelling through the earpiece, his shrill voice making your already pounding heart beat out of your chest.

“Tom, I have nine-” you correct yourself as your eyes find the blinking red warning once again. “-eight and a half minutes and I can and will make it.”

It would go against the image you had worked so hard to maintain so no, you were not leaving this unfinished. You were given the nearly impossible task of catching these guys. Known to be one of the most dangerous group of criminals and their specialty? Importing stolen money which you were chosen to get proof of on the tiny USB drive now plugged to the computer. It was safe to say that you were scared, a feeling you weren’t familiar with because when it came to what you did for a living, you almost never felt fear. Now with the time still ticking down, 08:00, your nerves threaten to get the best of you.

“Come on, come on,” You urge the data percentage to move faster as it feels like it stays at 43% for hours instead of mere seconds.

Tom was still frantic, his melodic tone that usually calms you down, now builds you up and not in the good way.

“Listen to me, Y/N. Get out right now or I swear I will come in after you,” he scolded seriously and there was no doubt in your mind that he would. But you couldn’t let them get away with this and he was just going to have to trust you.

07:00

“I can’t,” you shake your head, about to say exactly what he didn’t want to hear. “I-I have to see this through, otherwise it’s all for nothing.”

“If they see you, you’re dead. If you hide and that timer stops, you're dead. You might be willing to risk your life but I’m not!” Tom yells again, needing you to just listen to him for once. You could tell he was pacing back and forth and with each step that echoed through the speaker, you felt more anxious and equally annoyed.

“I’m staying, Tom. I’ll be fine. You know I always am,” your wavering tone barely convincing you as you try to ease his frantic heart.

“This is different! Your life's on the line and I refuse to just sit in this damn van and let it happen.” He was trying everything because maybe something he said would change your mind. Or at the very least, his voice. Always calm and smooth as silk somehow, even when he was pissed off. One of his many features that typically made you weak, but right now? It just wasn’t enough.

As much as the situation was testing you, Tom's words weren't making it any better and engulfed with rage, you snap. “My life is always on the line. None of our missions are without risks!”

The deafening sound of Tom's fists slamming on the tabletop fills your ears, making you flinch. “There is no mission if you're dead,” he screamed and you take a deep breath and keep watching the data that was close to 78% now. Any second now.

“Can you hear me, Y/N?” Tom heaves a sigh and you swear you could feel his warm breath calm your nerves. You shut your eyes close and muster the courage to utter at least a single word that wouldn't shatter your hopes anymore.

“Please… Listen to me, I can’t lose you,” Tom's voice is a mere whisper and your heart sinks at the possibility of the inevitable.

Nevertheless, you shake your head and put your fingers to your ear. “Tom, I'll make it. Trust me,” you assure him and swallow harshly as your eyes well up. You never were the emotional one, you had aced the impossible before, but today just happened to be the day when your heart ached and you wished to melt in someone's arms. Tom's arms.

“I love you.”

You blink your eyes and furrow your brows. “What?”

“I said I love you, Y/N.” You feel the pain in his voice despite the barriers and your brimming eyes overflow just enough to let a tear stain your cheek.

03:00

“Y-you?” Your lip quivers and breath gets caught up in your throat. You sniffle and shut your eyes, it wasn't real. “Do you-”

“I have been in love with you ever since that first fucking day,” he said, sure and steady.

Silence.

You swallow harshly as your eyes watch the data percentage reach close to 98%. Your fingers tap on the table in front of you, ready to pull out the device and run for your life. To run to him.

“Y/N?” You feel heart-wrenching pain as your name rolls  off his tongue. How little a gesture, yet still left you in misery.

01:00

“Dammit, talk to me!” The voice in your ears was loud, loud and desperate. You could even hear the tapping of his foot, like the world silenced every other sound so you could savour the last moment, let his words engulf you for the last time.

100%

“Done,” you manage to slip the word out.

“Run, Y/N!” he screams over the comms and you inhale deeply. Show time.

Your fingers wrap around the device and you pull it with a jerk and take to your heels. Your vision grows hazy and you hastily wipe your eyes with the back of your hand but it doesn't help. Your pools were clouded, but your thoughts weren't. Tom was quiet yet his voice was still playing at the back of your mind like a broken record and you loved it. Maybe it was the last time that you got to hear it and if so, at least it was filled with the love that you desperately needed.

You stumble and then regain your balance.

You had done this before.

You harshly clear your throat and part your lips to let the words out. You couldn't wait to be in his arms, to tell him that you felt exactly the same but your current situation wasn't assuring your chances of escape. You take a gust of air in through your parted lips and manage to push the words out.

00:00

“I lo-”

Boom.

My masterlist | Amy’s masterlist

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Tags: @hazsterfield @tomhollandeu @kick-namestake-ass @starksparker @curlytoms @screamholland @tomnhaz @pbnjparker @starkschurro @spiderboytotherescue @theprincesofasgard @spdys @anthonyed @hollandsbaby @petalparker @madmadmilk

[uglypastels]

hi yes, hello. how are you. 

just a reminder that everyone should send all the love in the universe and follow my big sis @thelazypangolin cause if you don’t, you’re missing out big time. 

thank you. 

[infernosablaze]

The middles don’t get to survive I guess…

[zakiyyah]

tagged by @luvtxt 🥺❤️ to post my top 5 songs on repeat hiiii ily

tagging the first 9 mutuals i see in my activity so its fair :o) @notravinsorry @laracroftpussy @awfulaccident @amykin @pekingopera @relelvance @ror2 @bubblegunnm @akukutsubytricot

[quietlykinsidering]

A dump of kin drawings! P much all of em are me (except for Gamzee aka the Popplio, he’s just someone I miss)

(((PS the lil Hedgehog is a fankid created by a miss @/holoska)))

Please don’t tag as kin/me/id without permission, since this is more personal to me.

[kinda-iconic]

17 Questions Tag

Thank you for the tag, @boowoomuu!

Rules: Answer these 17 questions and tag 17 people to do the same.

Nickname/s: Ames, Amykins, AmyJaynicus, Jay Jay (courtesy of NK) and Monkeynuts

Zodiac Sign: Taurus ♉️

Height: Roughly 5ft 6/7in

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff 💛

Last thing I Googled: Probably Boohoo ngl; I brought a really cool Pride hoodie the other day, and my Mum wanted to browse using my account...

Song stuck in my head: Definitely this one👇🏻

Number of followers: 1’116

Amount of Sleep: Normally around 6 hours, but it depends on the day...

Lucky Number: 11

Dream Job: I’ve already achieved one dream, though the other is to be a published author 🖋

Wearing: A Monster Inc. nightshirt and Halloween pyjamas bottoms 😂

Favourite Song: My current choice is ‘Someone you Loved’ by Lewis Capaldi, but my favourite nostalgic song - and one I play at least once a week, is ‘Number 1’ by Tinchy Stryder ft. NDubz

Favourite Instrument: This would be the piano, though I don’t actually know how to play...

Aesthetic: Disney, cute animal things; soft blankets, pyjama days, long walks in the countryside, rainbows and things that are out of the ordinary... but also horror films, ghost stories, conspiracy theories, black and white. I’m a mixture, really!

Favourite Author: I don’t actually have one 🤷🏻‍♀️

Favourite animal noise: Probably when Lily purrs - it’s the cutest thing 🥺💜

Random: A friend and I once attempted the lift from Dirty Dancing in the middle of the kitchen in our Uni accommodation... it didn’t end well.

I believe that’s everything I needed to say ♥️

Tagging: @bloodboundismylife @nk-writes @adrianadmirer @shelley-parah @adriansbiss @astridvolari @choicesfannatalie @darley1101 @clansayeed @octobereighth @mrsmatsuo @flowerpowell @queerchoicesblog @bobasheebaby @isporticus1234 @kamilah-the-bloodqueen @kamybelen-blog

[tadokorojin]

I was tagged by @bulbaloo (I somehow wasn’t following your main I fail)

Nickname: Amykins, Aimers, Angel.. Nobody really uses them much lol but that’s alright. 

Height: 5’7”

Last film I watched: I finally saw Spider-man: Far From Home on Sunday.

Favourite musician: Ahhh I don’t even know. I’ve seen RED 10 times so I’m going with them

Song stuck in my head: Currently I don’t have one!

Other blogs: This is my most used these days I have a Hockey one and a NSFW one that is RIP. 

Do I get asks? Hardly ever, feel free to ask me things!!!

Blogs following: 273 (most of which are inactive)

What I’m wearing: Black tank with flowers and I just put my Punisher pajama pants on

Dream job: Photographer

Dream trip: Finland!

Play any instruments: Guitar 

Languages: English, French, Latin and Spanish. None of them well lol

Favourite food: God it’s either chocolate or steak. 

Favourite song: Don’t make me do this I feel bad picking only one!!

Random fact: My birthday is now exactly one week!

Only if y’all wanna do this, I’m tagging @perla-speedofsound-adventuring @elleoquentwrites and @alwaysdrowninginfeels

[blizzardbeaches]

All of this I have seen, and I have applied my heart to every work that has been done under the sun, during the time I learned that the moral of the story is never have feelings for anyone. — AmyKins 8:9. • Without cheating, who can correctly quote this scripture? (at Bensalem, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChQ3HMbDUl_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[quietepics]

   . ✧ . * . ˚   gigi’s birthday ! ft.  @efflorcscences​

         ❝  AMYKINS !  YOU’RE NOT BUSY ,  are  you ?  well ,  even  if  you  are ,  i  must  ask  you  to  pause  for  a  sec .  birthday  girl  request !  ❞  with  a  giggle  of  excitement ,  the  blonde  opens  the  camera  app  of  her  phone .  ❝  i  need  at  least  one  pic  with  each  of  my  ambassador  friends .  also ,  have  you  ever  tried  a  petit  four ?  ❞  

[hiremeyuehua]

A big fat Thankyoun to @obligatoryidolblog for trading with me! Equal is soo close to being completed! I'm going to cry. This is too emotional. 🥺

Thankyoun so so much Amy. LY, these are going straight in my binder. 🥰

[mcuspidey-archive]

warm birthday morning w/ tom

*✽・ ゜゜・ ✿ ・゜゜・✽*

for @thelazypangolin - happy birthday sweets, ilyvm 🧡