#holland press release

[spideylilparker]

Meanwhile in Deadpool & Wolverine - Press Tour

They are so chaotic

[hollandrodensrc]

#HollandWears - On January 18, 2023, for Teen Wolf: The Movie press day, Holland wore:

👗 LBV Crepe Draped One Shoulder Tunic in black + Crepe Pleated Pant in black

👠 Paul Andrew Pointy Cube Satin Slingback Pumps in black

💍 Lilou Paris Cocktail Earrings in silver + Luck Charm Ring in silver

💍 Mara Paris New Wave Ring in silver

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Stylist: Karen Raphael + Ilana Uretsky

Hair and Make-up: Robert Bryan + Jessie Stella Calderon

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

HOLLAND RODEN AND COREY COTT STAR IN ‘MAKING WAVES,’ A NEW, ORIGINAL MOVIE PREMIERING AUGUST 5, ON HALLMARK CHANNEL

Part of the Network’s Annual Summer Nights Programing Event

STUDIO CITY, CA – July 13, 2023 – Holland Roden (“Teen Wolf”) and Corey Cott (Newsies) star in “Making Waves,” a new, original movie premiering Saturday, August 5 (8 p.m. ET/PT), on Hallmark Channel as part of the network’s annual Summer Nights programming event.

Amelia (Roden) is a music executive who goes to a festival to beat out the competition for an elusive new band and discovers that the group is fronted by Will (Cott), her childhood summer sweetheart. Over the course of the week, as Amelia tries to convince Will that her company is the better choice for his musical vision, she realizes there might be a conflict of interest...her feelings for him.

“Making Waves” is from Hallmark Media. Marguerite Henry is executive producer. Charles Cooper is producer, and Allen Lewis serves as Supervising Producer. Terry Ingram directed from a script by Laura Streicher & Kate Schriver.

[destielmemenews]

"The "Spider-Man" movie star launched BERO on Wednesday and said in a press release, "For me, BERO is personal. After two years on my sobriety journey, I wanted to create something that reflected my lifestyle and values."

Holland said in the annoucement, "This beer isn't just for those on a similar path, but for everyone who appreciates quality, craftsmanship and living life to the fullest. BERO delivers the taste and experience of a great brew, and never asks you to settle for less.""

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[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭-𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → fluff

Summary → During a photoshoot, Tom teases Y/n about admiring him too much, leading to playful banter and a messy hug.

Ps: Had to write something with this photoshoot 🥵

The studio was buzzing with activity. Bright lights illuminated every corner of the large garage set where Tom was in the middle of his latest photoshoot. He stood in front of an old, beat-up car, his jeans low on his hips, his white tank top hanging off his shoulders, smudged with grease and dirt for the aesthetic. His body was toned and defined, every muscle a testament to the hours of work he’d put in at the gym.

From where you and Harry stood, leaning against a table piled with props, it was impossible not to stare. Tom looked incredible. He exuded confidence, casually wiping sweat and fake grease off his face with his tank. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, and apparently, Harry noticed.

“You alright there, Y/n?” Harry asked, a hint of amusement lacing his tone.

“Hm?” You replied absentmindedly, still staring at Tom as he adjusted his stance for another shot.

Harry rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers in front of your face. “Earth to Y/n! You completely stopped listening to me two minutes ago. Don’t start drooling now.”

Your eyes snapped to Harry, and you flushed slightly. “I’m not drooling!” You shot back, a little too defensively.

Harry smirked, crossing his arms. “You were about to. I’m telling Tom.”

“Don’t you dare,” you warned, narrowing your eyes at him.

Before Harry could say anything else, the photographer called for a quick break, giving Tom a moment to relax. He grabbed a water bottle and headed your way, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

“Hey, babe,” Tom greeted, his voice warm and teasing as he approached. His eyes scanned your face, and a sly grin appeared. “Why are you so red?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Harry beat you to it. “Oh, she was enjoying the view a bit too much, mate.”

“Shut up, Harry!” You said, your cheeks heating even more.

Tom’s grin widened as he leaned against the table beside you, his sweat and grease making him look even more effortlessly charming. “Aw, come on, darling,” he teased, his voice dropping slightly, “it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“Ugh, gross,” Harry groaned, dramatically rolling his eyes. “Do you two ever turn this lovey dovey thing off?”

Tom ignored his brother, turning his full attention to you. His smirk softened into a playful pout. “You’re not gonna come give me a hug, love?”

Your nose scrunched up as you took a step back. “Absolutely not. Don’t come near me until you shower and scrub all that dirt off.”

“Aw, come on,” Tom whined, stepping toward you.

“Nope,” you said firmly, holding your hands up to stop him.

“Pleaseeeee,” he pleaded, dragging out the word.

“Nuh uh, not happening.”

“At least a kiss, please,” he pleaded, giving you his best puppy-dog eyes.

You bit your lip, trying to stay firm, but it was impossible to resist him when he looked at you like that. With a sigh, you relented. “Fine, but don’t touch me. Just bend down.”

Tom immediately obeyed, leaning down with a victorious grin. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips, but before you could pull back, his arms shot out and wrapped around you, pulling you against his dirty chest.

“Tom!” You yelped, squirming in his grip.

“Gotcha,” he said with a laugh, holding you tightly despite your protests.

“Let me go! You’re disgusting!”

“You love me,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Ugh, not right now, I really don’t,” you shot back, though you couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips.

Harry groaned loudly, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it down in one go. “I’m suffocating in here. Can’t you guys wait until you’re alone?”

Tom laughed, finally releasing you, though he kept an arm around your waist. “You’re just jealous, mate.”

“Jealous? Of you two? No thanks,” Harry said, shoving Tom lightly. “Just don’t get your grossness on me.”

“Don’t worry, Baz,” Tom said with a wink. “All my grossness is reserved for my love.”

You rolled your eyes, wiping some of the dirt off your arm. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Holland.”

“I know,” he said smugly, leaning down to steal another quick kiss before you could stop him.

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[xuchiya]

"Stargazers" || choi san ||

| genre: fluff. fluff. fluff. non!idol choi san | mentions: stargazers.

Every month, your boyfriend, Choi san, would bring you flowers whether they be a bouquet or just a simple 3 pieces of them. It went from various flowers–from roses–tulips–daisy–carnations or including the ones he finds outside the company, small plumeria and would give it to you with his eye smile while his hand outstretched with the said flower in his finger. 

It is sweet and it made your heart melt as it is the first time you were given such a heartwarming present from someone. You grew up technically being given a few gifts like a small piece of chocolate from someone that has a crush on you (and you still appreciate that person) or that time someone gave you a vintage pocket watch telling you how much it means to them. Everything those people you met in the past that made you appreciate the smallest things in life. And you still do.

You smile, admiring the now drying bouquet of stargazer just beside your desk name plate.  The colours were emphasizing the room of black and gold room of your office. Your secretary knocks before entering, “Ma’am Sir Holland is requesting for the reports for the next season of your book.”

“Yes, I’m finishing it right now. I’ll notify you. Thank you, Pia.” She nodded, bowing her head before exiting your office. Opening an empty document and you started typing your book report on your computer for the upcoming event that will be held inside your company for the release of the new season until your phone made a small ‘ding’ sound that you reached out for it without removing your eyes from the monitor. As you went to check the notification and saw that ‘최산’ was live.

You smile widely, feeling such butterflies being alive as you press and place your phone a stand as you continue working. As you watch, San talks to Atiny about his day and the tour along with the concert in a few days in North America, how Seonghwa keeps buying lego sets to bring back home; placing them on his shelf to flex to Atiny on his next live show. Completely not taking in the set up of his live as you were focused on typing that it felt like San is on a video call with you while he is still in a hotel room in the Philippines, and will fly back home later. He is on a world tour with the rest of his brothers and that they will be back on tour for North America next month.

“Oh this flower? I think it’s called lily? Ah no~ … It’s a stargazer!” Your fingers hover on your keyboard as you turn your attention to San. Indeed, in his hand was a stargazer but it was drying up. Similar to the one on your desk,

“Since you guys “mentioned it. I almost forgot to deliver a new one.” He was so busy on his phone that you frowned slightly as you read the comments of Atiny and you noticed one comment in particular and it also caught San’s attention.

It seemed impossible to see but San’s face turned slightly red as he placed a hand on his rising lips as a cheeky smile was evident even behind his large hands, “Well ~ I wanted my girl to feel special every month … NO! I want my girl to feel special all the time even if I’m not here.”

Showing the stargazer close to the camera, “Reason why I have a flower with me so I know when to buy her new one. “

Your heart pounded inside your chest and the warmth came crawling from your neck to your cheeks. So, that is why he knows when the flower had wilted without you knowing. And now that you figure out through the live and now because he has a single piece of flower to himself to monitor the condition of the bouquet, he gave you; he will give you fresh ones after every flower wilted.

You chuckle, shaking your head as you continue working with a happy and satisfied smile on your lips.

[she-wolf09231982]

Joe Liebgott

“You Nervous?”

Summary: You thought your relationship with Liebgott was complicated…until it wasn’t and it led to an unexpected evening of overwhelming emotions and sexual tension.

A/N: One shot, Mature audience, JoeLoebgottx!FemMedic, WW2, Female Pronouns, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Military and Medical Terminology, Inappropriate Nicknames, HBO Band of Brothers References, Mentions/Descriptions of Injuries, Weaponry, Smoking. Angst/Conflict, Smut, FOREVER FLUFF

This piece was at the request of @awaterfalls ❤️ hope you like it Nat!

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

~~~~~~~

You weren’t the type to take being treated like a doormat. You were raised to find your place amongst others regardless of gender. You earned your respect because you did your job and you did it well, not because you were pretty and the guys wanted to bed you.

It was heavily frowned upon that women be on the front lines alongside men, but when nurses and medics started to get caught in the crossfire, they resorted to allowing females to do just about everything men did to fill the gaps. You had been assigned to Easy Company right after Toccoa, and most of them were less than receptive to say the least.

Eugene Roe was grateful to have an extra set of hands. Don Malarkey, Skip Muck, and George Luz were very taken with your sense of humor so they warmed up to you rather quickly. Joe Toye, Bill Guarnere, and Babe took some time, but when you tackled Bill to avoid getting blown up by enemy artillery, their demeanor towards you made a complete 360.

Easy accepted you as one of their own…except for one: Joseph Liebgott. He was the most ornery son of a bitch you ever met. He always found a reason to trash talk you, or find fault in anything you did. All because you were a ‘broad,’ as he referred to you. The guys tried to defend you but his opinion never changed about you.

You learned to just avoid him unless he needed medical attention. He did alright not getting hurt up until you guys posted in Schoonderlogt, Holland in October 1944. He had been on patrol late one night and returned with an angry gash on the right side of his neck. One of the other patrolmen they brought back, Alley, had been hit by German gunfire and needed immediate attention.

They set Alley onto a table for when Doc got there

"Boyle, get Doc." Winters instructed then looked at Liebgott, "Where?"

"Crossroads." Liebgott replied. You notice he took a dressing and pressed it against his neck.

"Well, if it wasn't for your loud mouth-" he started to accuse Joe.

"-Hey, you know what? Back off!" Liebgott shot back as Roe pushed through the gaggle.

"Get the boots off, elevate...Lieb use the sulfur... Doc directed but noticed Joe’s neck.

“Lieb, go see Y/L/N and get that checked out.” Doc added.

“Yeah, no thanks, Doc, I’m good.” Liebgott said all too quickly with disdain.

“Joe, I wasn’t askin’ ya. It needs to be cleaned and dressed properly, it can get infected then you’ll have a bigger problem to deal with that will take you off the line. Go. I ain’t got enough hands to help ya.” Doc said sternly.

Liebgott released an irritable huff before pushing through the group to find where you were.

You had already grabbed gauze, dressings and sanitizing fluid when you heard Doc scold Joe about getting his neck looked at. He sat on a bale of straw waiting for you to tend to him. You spread out the supplies and examine his neck wound. You reach out to gently move his head to the left to get more light on it and he dodged your touch.

“What the fuck are you doin’?” He asked harshly.

“I was moving your head where I had more light on the wound. Why are you so squirrely?” You ask.

“Oh, I don’t know, because I just got shot at by a bunch of fuckin’ Krauts!” He replied sarcastically as he glared at you.

“Ok well then let’s get this fixed, shall we?” You returned with as much calmness in your voice as you could muster.

You press the cloth with the antiseptic onto his laceration and he pulled back upon feeling the sting.

“Ack! THAT HURT!” He barked.

“If you’d hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much!!”You bit back.

You were over his childish behavior towards you.

“Just get it over with.” He grumbled, finally maintaining his composure.

You made your hands busy on his neck, wrapping the dressing like a scarf around his neck after you cleaned it. Thank goodness you didn’t need to stitch it, that would’ve been hell for both of you with his attitude.

“There. You’re good.”

“Fantastic.” He replied without a thank you.

He stood up and trudged off to join the rest of Easy for the return to Crossroads to reclaim the position. The patrol had been gone all night into the following morning, but they had eventually took victory. That evening, Winters allowed the men an evening of enjoyment at a local pub in the town to boost morale.

The men had worn their dress uniforms, each looking handsome and ready to mingle with the local women and vice versa. You hadn’t dressed up since graduating Toccoa and even then, you hadn’t been with Easy Company then, so this would be the first time they ever saw you in dress uniform,

“Hey! Get a load of this!” Toye called out to the guys when you breezed through the front door.

Liebgott standing at the bar looked over his shoulder upon feeling the cold air on the back of his neck. His jaw dropped when his eyes landed on you. He scanned your figure from head to toe.

Hair clean and perfumed pulled back into a neat fashionable bun and a face with fresh make-up and painted lips. And those gams (legs) emerging from the pencil skirt and heels and of course a clean white medic brassard displaying the Red Cross around the left bicep. You almost had the entire room at a complete standstill when you walked in.

“…Woah.” Joe whispered to himself, unaware that Talbert was near by.

“Not bad, eh, Lieb?” Tab teased.

He grimaced at Floyd and turned back to the bar to drink his beer.

The night was filled with laughter, darts, dancing, and liquor. Most of Easy had at least one dance around the room with you to favorites like Bing Crosby, Ella Fitzgerald, and The Andrew Sisters. You had just finished a dance with Toye sometime around midnight when a soldier from Dog Company had approached you.

“May I have this dance?” He asked politely with a slight bow.

Joe, standing with Buck, Luz, Babe, and Toye, watched with intensity from the dart boards.

“Maybe the next song.” You reply kindly, having just sat down for the first time in an hour.

“Come on, doll, ain’t no time like the present, right?” He insisted yanking you be the arm to the dance floor.

Liebgott’s clenched jaw and furrowed eye brows caught the attention of Toye.

“Hey, uh, you ok there, Lieb?”

Joe looked at Toye inquisitively.

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, you look a little…pissed.” Toye said plainly.

“Well, I ain’t.” Joe retorted.

He looked back at the dance floor to see where you were but was suddenly concerned he couldn’t find you right away. He saw the unknown soldier had taken you to the bar to get you a drink.

He handed you a pint and insisted you drink the whole thing.

“You said you could drink me under the table, so prove it!” He said.

“Fine, just this once.” You accepted.

You started to chug the pint, but when you started to lower the glass before it was empty, the soldier tilted the bottom up so you’d keep drinking. You finished and propped the glass open side down on the surface of the bar.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go back to my-“ you started before the soldier grabbed your upper arm.

“Oh we ain’t done here, honey.” He declared.

You tried to pull yourself out of his grasp but he pulled you in by the waist to hold you close.

“Get your meat hooks off of me.” You warned through clenched teeth.

“Or what?” He mocked.

“Or you’ll have half of Easy raining down on you.”

You hear a gravelly voice behind the brute soldier. He turned and there stood Joe Liebgott squaring up to him. Behind him Toye, Malarkey, Guarnere, and Luz.

“Come on, guys, there’s enough ladies here to go around, why can’t I have a little fun with this one?”

“Because she don’t wanna have fun with you.” Joe shot back, “Let her go.”

The soldier released your arm, as Liebgott gently tugged you behind him by your wrist.

“Enjoy the rest of your evening.” Liebgott said to him as they all walked with you to the dart boards.

Suddenly you feel Joe’s hand on the small of your back, guiding you to a more secluded spot in the back of the pub.

“What the fuck is the matter with you??” He sneered at you, positioning you against the wall to talk to you.

“Excuse me?”

“You fuckin’ heard me. Why would you put yourself in a position like that? That guy could’ve walked out with you easily with as much as you drank tonight.” He lectured.

“How do you know how much I’ve been drinking? And what business is it of yours who I’m interacting with anyway?” You returned crossing your arms.

Joe took in a deep breath through his nose as his anger started to elevate in his chest.

“If I wasn’t watching out for you, you would’ve gotten yourself into some real shit.”

He leaned in placing a hand against the wall you leaned on. His face hovering centimeters from your own. You feel his breath on your face, and notice his pupils blown out from what you thought was hate and detestation for you.

His eyes undressed you from your red lips down to your fitted blouse then looked into your eyes. Your breathe started to hasten, causing your chest to heave.

“You nervous?” Joe questioned.

Your breath caught in your throat.

“-no.” You breathed.

He moved closer to you, pinning you against the wall as your chests touched. Your arms relaxed to your sides as your nails dug into the brick behind you. You were, indeed, very nervous. And he knew it.

The scowl Joe had slowly curled into a mischievous grin.

“I think you are.” He whispered confidently as his hand cupped your cheek.

Your eyelashes fluttered, “Wh-what are you doing?” You managed to ask.

His thumb stroked your cheek, “Admiring the view.”

You released an exhale after holding your breath for almost 5 minutes.

“I thought you hated me?”

He brushed his nose against yours, “No. As a matter of fact, I always liked ya.”

“Then why-“

Before you could finish your sentence, he closed the gap between you, locking onto your lips like it was his dying wish.

You snake your arms carefully around his neck as he pulled you into him by your waist. You slack your jaw open to allow his tongue to run along your lips. You nip his bottom lip playfully causing his hips to thrust into you.

You yanked at his jacket, pulling him into you again to feel his hard on against you. He groaned into your mouth.

“What are you doin’ doll?” He asked with a devilish grin.

“I really don’t know but-“ you pull him in again, bringing his earlobe gently between your teeth then whisper, “we can’t stop now.”

“Let’s get outta here.” Joe suggested ushering you out the back door.

~~~~~~~

You snuck off to one of the abandoned homes down the street from where you were and barely got through the door before you were undoing his belt. You kicked of your shoes into darkness then made your way up a flight of stairs leaving pieces of your uniforms trailing the steps as you ascended.

When you were down to your slip and him down to his briefs, you scamper off to an open bedroom hoping he’d chase you…which he did. You kneeled on the bed waiting for him to come to you. He approached standing at the bedside.

You seductively crawled over to the edge of the bed and suckled a trail of kisses from his collar bone all the way down the waistband of his underwear. Joe inhaled deeply through is nostrils as he closed his eyes in ecstasy. You nip and licked at the sensitive area above his pubic line.

“Quit teasin’.” Joe purred.

“Or what?” You ask looking up at him through your lashes.

A joker like smile appeared across his face as he swiftly pushed you onto you back then crawled over you, caging you between his arms.

“You’re asked for it, sweeheart.” He proclaimed before locking onto your mouth again.

His hardened cock grinding into you, you wrap your legs around his waist to feel as much of his friction as possible. He pulls back and began pulling your slip over your head then sat back on his heels to remove his underwear.

He gaped at you laying in front of him. He ran his hand from your stomach up to one breast, groping it then repeating on the other. He hovered over you, enveloping one of your peaked nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirling over the tip while sucking had you writing beneath him. Sensing your pleasure he switched to the other, taking the tip between his teeth.

“Please, Lieb.” You beg.

“Joe.” He corrected.

You look at him.

“I want to hear you scream my name a hundred times before the end of the night.” He growled.

You beam at him, “Please, Joe.”

He palmed himself, pumping a few times before he lined himself up with your drenched opening. He glazed his tip with your wetness, groaning at the amount of saturation.

“I really did a number on you, didn’t I?” He goaded.

All you could do was smile coyly.

He pushed into you deliciously slow. You whimper, both of you feeling every bit of your tightness around him. He embraced you instinctively until he bottomed out. He pulled back gradually, then snapped his hips forward against you with a grunt.

“Jesus Christ, Y/F/N.”

“Please, Joe.” You implore quietly in his ear.

This triggers him as he begins spearing into you roughly. He sits up, propping your legs up where he can hold you around the thighs as he drives into, hitting that perfect spot so deep inside. You push against the headboard to steady yourself onto his dick, feeling that tightening feeling in your stomach as he chased your orgasm.

He watched your face expressions purposefully, feeding off how they changed as he switched up his pace.

“Joe…” you’d moan, spurring him on to go harder.

“Yeah, sweetheart, say it again.”

“My God, Joe…”

He brought his fingers to your clit, using your slick to vigorously rub the vulnerable bud as he continued to plunge in and out of you. He loved watching you get overstimulated as you try to paw at him to pull him back into kiss.

“Right there, Joe…keep goin’.” You lament.

“Yeah? Let it go, baby.” He leered as he railed into you at a heart stopping rate.

“Oh…my GOD, JOE!” You wailed as you dig your nails into his shoulders.

He kept his pace, making sure you ride out your high until the guttural noises that emitted from him as his hips started to stutter and his load coated your insides.

He remained on top of you and inside of you, holding you like a life line with sweat dripping from everywhere. Both of you breathing in sync, each of you trying to steady your heart rates.

After a moment, you decided to break the silence.

“That was…wow.”

Joe chuckled then rolled off of you as he positioned your head on his chest.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself, sweetheart.”

~~~~~~~

[itwasnotahamster]

- Letters from the Dead - (Part 1)

Langhus, 21 March 1990 | © The Old Nick | Source: Letters from the Dead

The brackets will indicate possible context or corrections (sometimes commentary). - 💜

"Only Black is true, only Death is real!!! Gore is trend! Hello Nick! It's Dead here again. Hey- you're really good at drawing, I use to do some drawing stuff myself. I enclose something of it in this letter. Maybe we together can work something out, maybe even in Metal Destruction…? You asked of releases, if we need some artworks for that... Well we rarely give out much and as for the next release we'll probably have some photograph instead. But if we would need something that you might feel for help us out with I'll tell of it. So what we can use drawings for is for stuff like flyers, ads and letter­pages. So far I have done the drawings for that... well the main reason of that is that we have a (old!) xerox mashine and I'm the one in the band that 'can' draw. It's not so often that I have time left to spend hours or sometimes days by making drawings and too many don't like that kind of drawings I make (but fuck them wimps!). But onto the Deathlike Silence Prod. now. The 2nd edition of the 1st release on DSP. - Merciless is out now, the one you get here as promo. We're looking for distributors everywhere and everybody who can sell 10 (or more) records will receive a copy for free + that 10 records will be cheaper. As soon as this the 2nd ed. has paid, Imperator will go in studio.

Imperators LP will contain 8-10 songs (depending on how many "old demo songs" they'll use - but it'll be new trax as well) and it'll be entitled "The time before time". After that it'll probably be the colombian Masacre as the next release. Masacre will be very soon release a 7- inches with 3 demo songs on the greek label Scene of Love. That's a new started label and I hope they can give out enough copies, not limited ed. of it. Of course we give the bands free hands and they're not bounded to use at all, but I'm thinking of the fact that Masacre is selling so much... Only in Colombia their 1st, and only demo sold 1000 copies ( which is more than our Deathcrush demo has sold worldwide...). We can only press up 1000 copies each time of every edition of DSP, and the first ed. Of Merciless sold out as fast as we could pack and post it. This second ed. we recieved [received] for not a so long time ago will depend on how much stamps we can get, of how soon it'll sell out. In Norway it's very hard to sell records - it's far away from USA or South America and I don't think any real scene exists here. Do you think you can take care of some distribution/selling of DSP releases, or you maybe know someone else who's interested? [True dedication]. I think Merciless will be very easy to sell in Italy. Many zines exists there and we recieve many letters from there also. We also sell other records (given out by various underground labels) but it can be so different of what records of others releases we sell 'cos we usually don't get so many of them, so they sell out so soon. But anyway - I can tell of what we presently have got (except of Merciless)

LP's (£10000 + postage)

Agressor/Loudblast (split LP, France) "Licenced to thrash"

Arakain (Czechoslovakia, speed metal - I do not like this one!) "Thrash the Trash"

Nomed (France)... very boring mainstream... "Like..."

Abomination (USA)

Disharmonic Orchestra/Pungent Stench (Austria, split LP)

Malicious Intent (Canada) "Shades of black"

7's (£5000 + postage)

Asphyx (Holland, Limited ed. 1000 copies) "Mutilating Process"

Atrocity (Germany) "Blue Blood"

Pungent Stench (Austria) "Extreme Deformity"

Disharmonic Orchestra (Austria) "Successive Substitution"

Do not print this in Metal Destruction, I will explain it to you, ok. If you want any of these records above, please tell of how many and of what records so I can see how much the postage will be. Now over to Mayhem. For the first time we've been in studio and recorded 2 songs (first time with this line-up I mean). It'll be released on Chicken Brain Records, a swedish kind of underground label some time in this autumn. It'll be 8-19 other (swedish) bands on it, among them Merciless. I don't know the title of this compilation LP/CD. Our songs that'll be on it are "The Freezing Moon" and "Carnage". The Freezing Moon is a new one and pretty different from our other songs, as example it's a long guitar solo on a very long Doom part on it and that's because we wanted to have a solo at only one track (of our new ones). Carnage was made in '85 (!) so it's really old. It was on the 1st demo/reh - Pure Fucking Armageddon (released in only 100 copies and not available) but with the thought of the very bad sound on it we feeled for playing it again and try to keep the original sound of it. I'll tape these trax for ya but I'm not so sure of if it'll be enclosed in this letter or if I'll put this letter togeather [together] with the Merciless record but anyhow you'll get this tape. You can record it to others if you like to but please don't trade it, and I'll record some else bands too for filling out the rest of the tape. Have you heard of the INCREADIBLY KILLING GREAT band Tormentor from Hungary? Their demo is about 4 years old but it sounds like the Death/Black metal bands of today. We try to find out if they want a deal on DSP. But unfortunately they hardly speak any English at all so it seems like neither them or us understood it... We think of releasing a full-lengtht LP of Mayhem but it seems to take a fucking longtime before we got material enough for it... The only we know about it is a title that MUST be used - De Mysteriis Dom. Sathanas. That was about all future plans I can tell of I guess. I look forward to see Metal Destruction. There's a possibility that we can sell it also, but I can't say if for sure.

About Satanism... well, I'd like to join a very underground and Illful, Evil and Grim Coven. I think you know of the hassles by finding any or getting any contact with a such. I do NOT like what's created by Anton LaVey like 1st Church of Satan. I came in contact with a dude who's a degree in the American Satans Sons - Church of Satan and he explained of it has nothing to do with LaVey at all. I asked of if it does exist in Europe also and of what it is exactly... well he didn't reply. But I heard later thet Satans Sons shall exist in Europe but I still don't know in which countries it is. In Norway it's not much of this, but in Sweden (-I am swedish) that 1st Church shall be in Stockholm (the capital there) and it shall be about 5 churches built by satanic sects, used only by satanists, mostly it's under christian churches - like the one under "Mariakyrkan" (Mary's Church) in the South of Stockholm where the 1st Church of Satan use to hang around at. I know it exists really Dark covens that use human sacrifices and are eating human flesh - them are those I try to find. I do not know much about magic and I can't say I'm a practicer of it 'cos I havn't succed. What is depending on what one can do in magic (all of its kind) is of what books one can get...those are hidden in libraries and so hard to even see... 'cos of course they don't let anyone even see them. You must be a scientist or something like if you would see the microfilms of that kind of books. A great library of many various kinds of magical arts and the Blackest of Black Arts too is the British Museum in London. But it's so damned difficult to get ones claws on those books. One book I really wanna get is De Mysteriis Dom. Sathanas, unfortunately it exists only in one copy... are you practicing any magic and do you know of any covens? Have you seen/heard/felt anything supernatural? I have but I didn't understand much of what that was and I think the most of it was only so-called echoes from the past or the future [I am curious about this]. Do you know anything about astral planes and out-of body travelling? You seem to be into it and I agree about stupid trendmakers so it is something that I feel I can tell you of. I had a weird experience once, I had inner bleedings and it couldn't be found at x-rays so when it continued to bleed and bleed I finally fainted and dropped down the floor 'cos I run out of blood. The heart had no blood left to beat and my veins/artairs were almost emptied of blood. "Tecnically" I was dead. At that moment I fell down (into a door I heard of later) I saw a strange blue colour everywhere, it was transparent so I could, for a short moment, see everything in blue, till something shining white and "hot" surrounded me. What happened later is out of interest, I woke up when some ambulance men came and drove me to a hospital and there the bastards of surgery started to cut me up at the wrong side so I got a huge scar for that. However, it's someone I know who's had many out of body experiences and is using magic of various kinds and knows much more than I do of "supernatural" experiences, that I asked of this 'cos it was so strange about those colours. She told me that the first 'plane' in the astral world has the colour blue. The "earthly" plane has the colour black, then comes a grey one that is very near the earthly one and is easy to come to. The next one further is blue, and then it gets brighter and brighter till it "stops" at a white-shining one that can't be entered by mortals. IF any mortal succee enter it, that one is no longer a mortal and can not come back to the other planes nor back to this earth. After the white plane or level or whatever it goes further with other colour I don't know of, there only spirits and great sorcerers can travel. I was told that the white plane I then entered, without I knew it, was the dead world and I died. But I also got thrown back after a short time which very rarely happens. So of what I've heard of I have some kind of purpose to achieve here."

Reached the limit for this one, I will add on!

[weclassybouquetfun]

Netflix recently held their NEXT UK event which rolled out their upcoming slate of films and series; and while not a UK production (but a European one), surprising no one there was no info on THE OLD GUARD 2. In fact, the only news remotely about THE OLD GUARD 2 comes from Matthias Schoenaerts who was asked about the project while doing press for HBO's THE REGIME.

No more A LITTLE CHAOS, Schoenaerts' Zubak is trying to bring big chaos into the kingdom.

What says Matthias?

Until the release of THE OLD GUARD sequel - whenever that will be - what is the gang up to?

-Charlize Theron is reuniting with her F9: THE FAST SAGA director Justin Lin in TWO FOR THE MONEY, which will pair Theron with Daniel Craig. The film described as a heist thriller which casts the pair as career thieves whose relationship evolve over the course of three big jobs.

-Still awaiting word on the distribution and release of Homer's ODYSSEY inspired THE RETURN starring Ralph Fiennes, Juliette Binoche and Marwan Kenzari

, but a bit of Marwan adjacent news is that Dutch influencer/ Holland's NEXT TOP MODEL participant and presenter Anna Nooshin's partner actor Thijs Boermans  recently told the story of how when they were picking out names for their baby

- if it was a boy they had a name chosen for someone Anna knows and who Thijs looks up to: Marwan Kenzari. Were it a boy, they were opting for Chico which is Marwan's nickname and the name he used to go by when acting.

They ended up having a girl, but prior to delivery, they opted not to go for Chico because they thought it was so exotic, only to Ibiza and realize chico is just boy in Spanish.

-Luca Marinelli utilized the casting couch and is sleeping with the director of his now in production film PATERNAL LEAVE! The director? His wife, Alissa Jung.

What is it about? "On the desolate beaches of the Romagna Riviera during the winter, a young woman of German origin meets her father, an Italian, for the first time. The film tells of an intricate and painful comparison between decisions made in the past and the consequences that are reflected in the present."

No solid release date has been given for Joe Wright's Benito Mussolini limited series "M. IL FIGLIO DEL SECOLO / M. SON OF THE CENTURY" with Marinelli playing Il Duce.

However, the head of one of the production companies who produced the series, recently said it will be out in Autumn in this year.

Excerpt from her interview.

One of Luca's costar in M... Gabriele Falsetta mentioned the project in an interview. Although he said he couldn't reveal details, he praised Luca and said that he raised the "temperature" with the level of his acting and that the cast still keep in touch via WhatsApp.

-Kiki Layne's film DANDELION premiered at South x Southwest.

[dissidiacloudstrife]

i talked about this idea with a friend, and while i dont really enjoy bittersweet endings, i wanted this idea Out.

It was time again, as he was so graciously told by Cloud. Or not told rather. At this point in their relationship, he could tell just from the head nod as he passed him what it meant.

Genesis just hoped he could handle it this time.

Their clothes fluttered harshly on Fenrir, Cloud rushing as he throttled the bike as fast as he could to the most deserted part of the Wastes he could. It was like a pulse, Genesis realized, his hands holding onto Cloud's chest. His heart was beating so much. The red head wondered if it was because this was their first time together meeting him. Or just the rush of having to fight Sephiroth again.

The tug of a smile on his face, at the idea that Cloud may have, at one point loved sparring. Then his body throbbed in pain, and he exhaled hard through his noise. The blonde shifted his head slightly, and Genesis shook his head.

Their ride was quiet until the pulse singing in Cloud's blood was too loud to ignore. The bike only slide to a stop momentarily, ride to the "edge" of the battlefield they had apparently chosen. The entire area was empty regardless. Genesis knew Cloud was trying to keep one of the few things he cared about out of the way.

Genesis looked up at the clear, blue sky. It was funny, as if the world couldn't care less that Calamity's son was appearing. He knew better as he looked over, Cloud's swords in their holsters and him doubling over. The red head frowned, walking over, and taking his hand, his other hand on the blond's holster, and walking him away from his bike.

Since there were no more Jenova cells except from within their bodies, and what few SOLDIER's live, of course Sephiroth rips whatever pain he can from Cloud himself.

The sky above them bloomed into pastel colors, surrounded by white and purple. It looked like a bruise of the planet.

Genesis huffed, releasing his partner, and unholstering Rapier, fire materia activating in preparation.

He was impressed with himself when he only had to move one leg back to keep himself where he was as the world suddenly rushed by him. Sephiroth had already charged with lighting speed to Cloud's blocking blades.

Really, as much as Sephiroth changed, the more they seemed to have stayed the same.

Genesis thinks he must have heard his thoughts because his eyes moved over to him, facial expression moving from glee to rage.

The movement was out of his abilities, and the only reason Genesis wasn't dead with Sephiroth's second move, was because of Cloud.

"You felt the need to bring in a third for our time together, Cloud?" The smirk was already back on his face. "Losing your touch?"

"You wish." The blond huffed, moving his sword out of the way. "He wanted to see you himself."

That made the facade fall, for all of the microsecond the corners of his mouth dropped. But Genesis knew. He always knew.

"You can't fool me, love." Genesis wasn't going to waste this. He was going to strike where it hurt. "I know about you."

"What could you possible be getting at-"

"I loved you. I loved you, and I threw you away. You tried to help me. Remember? You tried to save my stupid ass, and if I had just not listened to Hollander, or my own selfish instincts-"

"Genesis-" He said his name, he was frowning now, but Genesis pressed on.

"You loved me. You loved me, Sephiroth. You had so much love to give, you not only gave to to me, you gave it to Angeal. You would have given it to Zack.

You would have given it to anyone, and you did."

Another quick movement, side stepping Cloud all together, but at least Genesis could see this coming, Rapier coming up to meet Masamune.

"Don't you miss him? You can hate me, but you can't hate him."

The rage hit him before the impact of being shoved back by a force that made him skid along the earth on his back.

"He was a traitor, just as you were, as you all were."

Genesis, despite being older, and in more pain than he's ever been in since Deepground, stood up.

"He was following me! I tempted him! Manipulated him!" Genesis cried out, fire crackling in his hand now as Sephiroth stalked towards him. He saw Cloud behind him start to move, and furrowed his brows down at him, making him stop.

"I did everything I could to hurt him and you as well. ON PURPOSE." The fire spread in a wall on the ground in front of him, as he twisted his body, shoving it forward at the silver haired man. It barley stopped him as he slashed his sword to make an opening.

"I don't ask for forgiveness, love. I never had." He saw the sudden change this time, Rapier up, and actually holding Sephiroth back. His arm ached. They stayed like that for a few seconds, unblinking eyes looking into his dulled ones.

"Aren't you tired, love?" There was silence.

"Why would I ever be tired? There's-"

"Because I fucking feel it, Sephiroth." Genesis growled out. "I feel it, I know it's there."

"You never had my-"

"Listen to me! For once, can you please just listen to me, love." He begged at him. "I'm tired, I'm so tired. I can feel he's tired too. I know you're tired. Your humanity was as ever there as you were alien. You cannot remove the two." There was a questioned push down on Rapier, he pushed back as his blood sang pain.

"I know you. Sephiroth. The love of my life who I banished to the worst parts of myself."

He knew, that in the end, this was how he wanted it to end. Even as Genesis saw the blade as it moved up, and then back. It was almost in slow motion to him, as it gleaned in the hot sun, as it was thrust forward.

Genesis didn't stop it as it bloomed a horrible pain throughout his middle.

"Are you not tired? Gift of the Goddess? I am." His body shook betraying himself. "I know I am." He heard Cloud scream for him, and he could only look with his half lidded over to him, smiling at apologetically as he could.

"Your hair..." There was a choke back, "You grew your hair longer."

The almost fanatical laughter that came between blood on his lips, "It was time to grow it out." There was words between them there.

Sephiroth grabbed at Genesis as he started to fall. Masamune didn't leave his body, he didn't mind.

"Are you ready to go home?" Genesis smiled at him, Cloud close enough to hear him, stopping at what he was watching.

Sephiroth didn't say anything, didn't blink, and only stared down at him, searching. Always searching. His eyebrows down, unable to understand.

He was never good at human emotions.

Genesis' hand reached up to gently rub his thumb over his silver lover's cheek.

"Come with me, I don't want to be alone, Sephiroth." His voice was soft, a whisper of what it once was. "I don't want to be alone..." He felt the cough, blood splattering between them.

"Cloud. I'm sorry. The fates are cruel." Genesis' eyes rolled over to see him standing, up behind Sephiroth's back. "Can you send us both back?"

He felt Sephiroth tense, and saw Cloud do it at the same time. He tried to chuckle, but more blood got in the way.

"I won't last too much longer, love."

Both of them looked at him incredulously.

"You can't, you can't ask me that, Genesis." Oh, Cloud's voice broke.

"Consider it the final wish of a forgotten old man." His vision was fading now. He could see white feathers beyond.

Sephiroth moved again, taking Rapier from his hand easily, and plunged it into his own chest. Genesis couldn't speak, or laugh like he wanted too now.

"Do it." Sephiroth said, the tail end of Rapier poking out from his back being the only thing Cloud could see.

Genesis heard a cry, and the sickening sound of sword meeting flesh, his own flesh. The Fusion Sword right beside Masamune, spearing both men.

Poetry if Genesis ever knew.

"Don't leave me too." It felt so small, he reached his hand out to the small blond locks that he could touch.

"Did-" He gasped, "Didn't, you say, he always came back?" The smirk was somehow still in his voice.

There was silence between all of them. Green started floating off of him, and Genesis felt a hand on his shoulder.

It felt so warm. He knew those leather gloves.

Cloud was left sobbing on the ground surrounded by green lifestream and red blood.

[wiidvw]

Please

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ 𝑥 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 ! 𝐹𝑒𝑚 ! 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟.

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑'𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒. 𝐻𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑖𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑦.

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡—𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑥(𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔), 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒-𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑖-𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑠𝑒𝑥.

“𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘,” Holland begged, whispering into your ear.

Somehow over the span of the ten minutes you two were at your friend's party, Holland had become incredibly horny; his way of telling you was walking behind you and pressing himself against you, his growing bulge poking into your ass.

Your eyes widened, you quickly turned around to face him. "Holland," you started, "we just got here—you can't"—you lowered your voice—"be this horny."

His hands traveled down to your ass, his fingers digging into the fabric covered skin. You gasped softly. "Fuck, Holl—"

"Come on, baby," he leaned in to kiss you, but the hand resting on his chest pushed him away.

"If we do this . . . we have to be quick," you looked up at Holland. "Can you do that?"

He nodded; you grabbed the hands squeezing your ass and quickly led him to the bathroom. You closed the door and locked before he pushed you against it and kissed roughly, a surprised and muffled yelp escaping your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

One of his hands grabbed your thigh, squeezing the flesh in his palm, and wrapped your leg around him as the other reached under your dress and pushed passed the waistband of your underwear. His fingers brushed your clit, making you gasp against his lips before pulling away, gasping for air and leaning your head against the wooden door. Two long, thick fingers entered your dripping cunt, and you bit your lip, holding back a moan. Holland's lips trailed down to your neck, sucking slightly on the brown skin.

His fingers moved at a fast pace as his thumb started to rub rough circles on your clit. He wanted you to cum before he worried about his release. "Oh, fuck," you moaned as Holland kissed your collar bone, his free hand pushing the strap of your dress down your shoulder.

You felt your body tense up as you got closer and closer to your climax. Typically, you don't cum this fast, but at the pace Holland's going, it was only going to take a minute—or a couple of seconds—to cum.

"Holland," you groaned as he removed one of your breasts from your dress, his lips wrapped around your brown nipple, "m'close."

He didn't let up; instead, he curled his fingers inside your cunt, and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan as you came, your eyes squeezed shut, head pressed against the door, and your nails digging into his shoulders.

His fingers finally slowed their pace as you gradually opened your eyes. He removed his fingers, and you immediately got down on your knees, your hands unbuckling his belt.

"What are you doing?" he asked, letting out a groan as you slid his trousers and boxers down, his hard cock springing out. His dick was undeniably thick and long and his tip had started to become red.

You wrapped a hand around his cock. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

Your tongue circled his tip, licking the pre-cum from it. You wrapped your plump lips around his cock and slowly moved down the base of it until his tip hit the back of your throat. You hollowed your cheeks and wrapped your hand around what couldn't fit inside your mouth.

You didn't your best not to gag, breathing in and out your nose, as his hips bucked up into your mouth. You swallowed around him, and Holland moaned loudly, the noise going straight to your cunt. Your other hand rested on his thigh, squeezing the pale flesh as he placed his hand on your head, holding it in place. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, causing you to pray that you don't mess up your make-up—you know you will though.

You swallowed around his length again, groans and whimpers escaping his lips.

"Fuck, Baby, you're gonna make me cum," Holland groaned.

You removed your other hand around his cock and rest it on his thigh, letting him fuck your mouth until he came. Gray tears fell down your cheeks as thick ropes of cum shot down your throat.

Holland removed his hand from your head, and you released his cock with a plop, panting. You wiped the tears on your face with the back of your hands. You stood up from the floor, and he kissed you, resting his hands on your waist.

"You made me ruin my make-up."

"M'sorry, baby," Holland murmured against your lips. He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead on yours. "Jump."

"Why?"

Holland dug his fingers into your waist as you felt his cock poking your stomach. "Holland—"

"Two minutes, please," he pleaded as he slid your underwear down.

You bit your lip. "I'm gonna kill you."

He discarded your statement and smashed his lips against yours.

You better pray that no one noticed how long the two of you were gone.

[destinyc1020]

I 100% know they are engaged but TMZ is a horrible source for this kind of news. Remember when 12 months they were reporting that Tom and Z had broken up and Tom himself had to tell them that it was false? Or when they said that Tom and Z were a throuple with Darnell?

I trust the LA Times reporter that actually checked the Bulgari press release and asked Z, not TMZ making up stories our of thin air

TMZ is good when there are legal news because they have sources with law enforcement but definitely not with Tom and Z and their inner circles

Also Z and Tom's publicists won't trust TMZ as a good source to spread this kind of news

TMZ can have some misses at times, but they're still pretty reliable.

Also, people posted as well! I rely the most on People because that's usually coming from the teams directly, or at least from a very reliable source. 😊

[austinslounge]

Hey babe!

Do we know what Austin’s next job is and when? Like is anything set in stone? So sad Caught Stealing is done bc we got so much content of him 😭😭 but super excited for what’s next. I hope the next project has scenes that are in the public so we can’t get a peak.

not gonna say it but also so over the talks of the other thing 🙄 just hopes he goes home enjoys some down time and goes back to filming so we have have other things to talk abt. I really hope he gets time with his family, I wonder if he’ll travel to see his sister or vice versa.

Hey girlie! 😁

Good question! The only confirmed projects that I know for sure are:

American Speed

Barrier

City on Fire (??)

Everything else, like "Heat 2", all seem like just rumors. (If any anons have anything else to add to this list, but all means, please let me know if I'm forgetting something.)

I actually think Austin may have a little bit of a break from filming for a little while, unless something else comes out announced unexpectedly that he ends up filming soon.

Right now, American Speed is nowhere near ready for filming. Plus, Tom Holland has the new Nolan project that he's filming next year, plus Spiderman 4, so I don't expect he'll be free anytime soon to film AS with Austin.

Keep in mind, though, that Austin still has "Eddington" coming out. While there hasn't been a firm release date announced yet, rumors are that it might come out around March of 2025. 😊 He will have press and promo for that film, I assume.

Wrt other stuff, and the holidays lol --

Yea girl, I really want to focus a little more on Austin and less on the other stuff as well. 👀 Don't get me wrong, sometimes, we as fans really need to vent (totally understand), and we need to feel comfortable doing so. But at the same time, I don't want Austin's fandom to just become all about his relationship either. 😩

I've seen a lot of fandoms get ruined by shippers and fans who focus so much on the relationship of an actor. I just hope that Austin's fandom can ride this current wave of his relationship in relative peace, and continue to focus on him, as opposed to his relationship.

I would love to see Austin visit his sister, or just his family period this holiday season. But based on what we've seen for the past couple of years, I'm not holding my breath for that lol. 😅

I'll expect the worst, and who knows, maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised lol.

[heresthestorymorningglory]

Daddy's Girl

Summary: It's a big day for both Holly and Holland.

A/N: I was missing my Mom this week and unfortunately can relate more to Holly than I'd like recently. Give your moms (and dads) a big squeeze while you can because friends, one day you won't be able to anymore and it sucks hard.

Holland x Holly (With a small dash of Marchly...it is Pride after all <3)

740 words

As per usual, @ken-dom my beta reader, soul sister extraordinaire, as always my darling, I thank you for your support and inspiration and late night chats.

This one is just a fluffy feel good (I have them on occasion) none of the usual warnings, but as is par for the course with the Holland works, it comes with a loss trigger.

Enjoy my loves <3

She took a deep breath in through her nose studying her reflection in the mirror. She swallowed hard as someone knocked softly on the door before it cracked open. 

Glancing over her shoulder as Holland poked his head in the room. 

He opened his mouth to speak and she watched as he took in the woman standing in front of him. 

She laughed a little as he came into the room closing the door behind him, his eyes immediately welling with tears. 

“Hi Daddy” she whispered 

Holland came to stand in front of her taking her face in both his hands and kissing her forehead before he stepped back, tears streaming down his cheeks. 

Holly laughed, reaching to wipe her hands down his face as tears slipped down her own cheeks. 

“Jesus Daddy, keep it together, we still have to walk down the aisle”

Holland nodded, carefully wiping the tears from Holly's cheeks with his thumbs, but kept her face held firmly in his hands. 

“You look just fuckin’ like your Mom” he whispered, barely able to keep his voice from cracking. 

Holly pressed her lips together and clenched her hands into fists briefly before releasing them. 

“I still can't believe you kept her dress” 

Holland snorted “She would have haunted me if I didn't”

Holly sniffed with a laugh wrapping her arms around Holland’s neck and hugging him tightly. 

He hugged her back just as tightly kissing her cheek. 

“I wish she was here” she muttered against his shoulder. 

He nodded, a hand rubbing over her back gently “I know, sweetheart,” 

Holland sighed and took a step back before unclasping the chain around his neck; Holly looked at him quizzically before shaking her head when he held it out 

“Turn around”

“Daddy no, I- I can't”

He shook his head and motioned for her to turn around. 

She sighed, turning and gently lifting her hair and veil out of the way as the wedding band on the dainty chain landed heavily on her neck, dropping slightly as Holland clasped it into place. 

Holly's manicured fingers rubbed gently over the metal as she turned back around to face Holland. 

He stood in front of her with his hands at his sides. She had seen him in a suit every single day for almost her entire life, but today, he looked more together than she'd ever seen. His black pants creased perfectly, meeting the tops of his shined shoes. Holly stepped forward adjusting his matching jacket over his crisp white dress shirt. 

“I'm so proud of you, Daddy” she smiled, adjusting his tie 

He huffed a laugh “I think the roles of this conversation are backwards” 

“Well,” she smoothed out the front of his suit jacket  “Today is a special day for you too”

He cocked his head slightly in a way she knew all too well. 

“What?” She laughed lightly “You didn't think I'd forget did you?”

“Didn't think you'd kept track” he muttered more to himself. “It's only  been a year” 

“Daddy, you've been sober for a year “ she smiled “You should be proud, Mommy would be proud”

He snorted again with a laugh “Your mom would have beat me senseless, kid”

“I can ask Healy to break your arm again?” She smirked 

As if on cue there was another knock on the door, and Healy peeked around the door. “Showtime, kid”

“I'm not a kid anymore, Mr. Healy” Holly smiled, making her way to where he stood

“And I’m not Mr. Healy anymore” he bent to kiss her on the cheek.

“Sorry, Dad” her smile exaggerated as she squeezed her eyes shut before giving him a more genuine smile.

“You'll always be a kid” he winked before disappearing. 

Holly scoffed, rolling her eyes. 

“He's right y'know,”  Holland nodded, coming up behind her and offering her his arm. “You'll always be my baby”

Holly took it without saying anything more and they walked together to the second set of double doors where her future husband waited mere steps away. 

“Daddy?” Holly turned to look at him swallowing hard. Her hand squeezing hard on his forearm. 

Holland looked at her, and looking back at him was his little girl, scared and uncertain. She let out a shaky breath before she spoke again. 

“Don't let me fall, okay?”  she whispered 

He nodded “Of course, baby”

She held up her pinky finger “Promise?”

He hooked his pinky around hers and smiled “I promise”

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → anxiety, paparazzi, protective

Summary → Tom saving you from paparazzi and crowd.

Requested by @theslayerofthevampires : Where the reader attends the launch of bero with Tom and maybe what happened to Z happens to the reader

The gentle hum of the black van was a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere waiting for you both outside. You sat next to Tom, his hand intertwined with yours, as the vehicle approached the venue for his new non-alcoholic beer, Bero's, grand launch party.

"You ready for this?" Tom asked, his brown eyes gleaming under the dim interior lights of the car.

You gave him a soft smile. "As ready as I'll ever be. It's your night, after all. I'm just here for moral support and to steal all the appetizers."

He chuckled, his laugh warm and comforting. "Well, you’re my favorite person, so you being here makes it even better."

The van slowed to a stop. Outside, the muffled noise of cheers and camera flashes grew louder.

"Looks like they're excited," Tom muttered, glancing out the window at the crowd of fans and paparazzi. His thumb rubbed soothing circles on the back of your hand.

The security team moved swiftly, surrounding the van as one of them approached to open the door. Tom squeezed your hand. "Stay close to me, alright? It’s going to be chaotic out there."

You nodded. "Got it. Stick to Mr. Holland like glue."

The door opened, and Tom stepped out, his free hand lifting in a wave to the crowd. Fans screamed his name, phones snapping pictures and recording videos. Still holding your hand, he helped you out of the van. The noise grew deafening as more eyes landed on you, recognizing you as Tom’s partner.

"Tom! Y/n! Over here!" Shouted a photographer, while fans waved their signs eagerly.

As you stepped onto the carpeted entrance area, the weight of their excitement hit you, but it wasn’t overwhelming yet. Tom began guiding you towards the venue entrance, his protective nature shining as he kept you close to his side.

But then you noticed a group of fans waving their merch and posters, desperate for a chance to interact. Your heart softened.

"Go on ahead, Tom," you said, releasing his hand. "I’ll be right behind you."

Tom frowned, hesitating. "Babe, are you sure? It’s a madhouse out here."

You nodded, already moving towards the fans with a warm smile. "I’ll just sign a few autographs. I won’t take long."

Reluctantly, Tom continued towards the hotel entrance, but he glanced back frequently, his brow furrowed in concern.

The fans were ecstatic as you approached. "Y/n! You’re looking so pretty!" One yelled excitedly.

"Can I get a selfie, please?" Another begged.

You laughed softly, taking a quick picture with a fan and signing another's poster. "You guys are amazing. Thanks for coming out to support Tom."

But as more people noticed you, the crowd swelled. Suddenly, the paparazzi shifted their focus, their cameras clicking rapidly as they moved in closer. Security tried to hold them back, but the mass of people grew overwhelming.

"Y/n! Look here!" Shouted one photographer.

"Y/n, over here! Smile!" Yelled another.

You started to feel the pressure of the crowd, your chest tightening. Too many people, too close. Your breaths grew shallow as the cameras pressed in.

Inside, Tom was just reaching the entrance when he turned to check on you. His stomach dropped when he saw you surrounded, the crowd surging closer. He didn’t even hesitate.

"Jack!" He barked at his personal security guard. "Stay with me, mate. We’re getting her out of there."

Tom pushed back into the crowd, his jaw clenched. "Excuse me! Coming through!" He shouted, his voice firm.

You looked up just in time to see Tom breaking through the mass of people, his eyes blazing with worry.

"Y/n!" He called, reaching for your hand. The relief that washed over you was instant as his hand found yours, his grip firm and reassuring.

"Tom, it’s too much," you murmured, your voice trembling slightly.

"I’ve got you," he said, his tone steady but tinged with anger at the crowd. He pulled you close to his side, his arm protectively wrapping around your shoulders. "Let’s get inside."

Jack stepped in behind you both, his large frame acting as a shield as he and the other security guards cleared a path.

"Back up! Give them space!" Jack ordered, his voice booming over the chaos.

Tom’s protective grip didn’t falter as he guided you firmly towards the entrance. "I told you to stay close to me," he muttered, though his voice was more worried than scolding.

"I didn’t think it’d get that bad," you admitted, your heart still racing.

Inside the venue, the noise from outside was muffled, leaving only the steady buzz of conversation from the event attendees. Tom turned to face you fully, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders.

"Are you okay?" He asked, scanning your face for any sign of distress.

"I’m fine," you assured him, though your voice was a little shaky. "Just a bit overwhelmed."

His hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently along your skin. "You scared me out there. Don’t do that again, alright?"

You nodded, leaning into his touch. "I won’t. Promise."

A soft smile tugged at his lips as he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. "Good. Now, let’s go inside before your appetizer stealing plan gets butchered."

You laughed, the tension finally melting away as he led you further into the venue, his hand never leaving yours.

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[stitched-mouth]

Madame Web Production BS

Just to be clear, I love this movie. But I love talking about what a dumpster fire it was behind the scenes so let me point everything wrong with my favourite of the year so far. SPOILERS!

• Cass’s personality is not fleshed out… that’s a major problem. I feel like they just told Dakota Johnson to do what she wants the whole movie BUT then right at they end they decide to give Cass a personality completely ripped from the comics. And it doesn’t work with the way Dakota was playing her the whole movie and these no character development over the course of the movie, so it’s actually a little scary seeing her switch at the end.

• None of the characters have a personality actually. The villain was the worst to be fair because I still don’t really understand his motives. Like… you tricked and murdered a pregnant woman and a few others because your family was poor? And you think Spidey strength will fix that? Um, ok. So is mine but I don’t know.. wouldn’t kill anybody over it though.

• I hate Sydney Sweeney’s image. And it’s not her or her marketing teams fault. It’s her fans’ and her directors. She’s constantly purposely dressed sexy in movies (even when dressed down like a nerd, she’s still sexualised) but then is playing a child. Like wtf. They did it to her in Euphoria and they’ve done it to her again in Madame Web. And how Sydney dresses for press also is clearly influenced by directors and fans’, like the look isn’t just what they want for her characters but also how she’s expected to be irl too. It’s kind of sick and related to how paedophilic things are still normalised in our society today, I’ll have to say that rant for another day though.

• Why does it feel like nobody cared about this movie? The script feels like the first draft that was supposed to have rewrites but nobody was bothered. Same with the editing, everything but especially the dialogue and music feels so placeholder, why was it in the finished project? Like even the Google cast page is not finished, only the leads have their character names on there. Zosia Mament (the villain’s assistant) is credited as fucking ‘Actress’.

• Why was Cassie able to fly to Peru when she’s a wanted criminal? Why is she flying to Peru when talking about laying low because she’s a WANTED CRIMINAL??!

• The writers constantly forgetting what year it is was hilarious and the editors just throwing one Brittney Spears song in and a few Beyonce billboards in to cover up their mistake is also hilarious.

• ACTUALLY, apparently the whole reason the movie was set in 2003 was because the director really wanted to use Toxic in the movie. Because apparently you can’t play a song in a movie if the movie doesn’t take place in the same year the song was released 🤡

• BUT Toxic was released in 2004 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

• The writers taking the time setting as a opportunity to reference Garfield’s Spider-Man but then also forgetting that that SM was born in 1995 🤡🤡🤡🤡

• Yes I checked, they specifically wanted to reference Garfield’s Spidey, but through editing they realised their mistake and started trying to make it look like they were talking about Tom Holland’s SM instead, which risks breaking some rules with Marvel… AND THAT SPIDEY WAS BORN IN 2001 SO THEY STILL FUCKED UP. The fact that a simple Google and common sense (like they must of know Garfield’s fist SM movie took place in 2012 and if he was born in 2003, he would of been only 9 years old in 2012 😑) would of fixed this problem is again hilarious.

• Obviously the biggest goof was Dakota Johnson not realising she’s not in a Marvel movie and firing her agent the same day the trailer got dropped 🤡

• She also might be in trouble for posting the teaser on her Instagram and tagging Marvel before the trailer dropped (so before she found out), but I don’t think Dakota manages her own socials tbh. That post was removed then put back up without a Marvel tag.

• The press tour is amazingly bad, I love it.

• Not seeing the girls turn or become heroes was probably the worst part about this movie but I knew that going in so didn’t mind too much. But the real issue is with how Sony keeps straight up lying to their audience with their trailers. Obviously some studios add somethings into their trailer to create more interest for the audience but that’s not what Sony is doing, they are straight up LYING. And they do it so often now I want to fight whoever is in charge of that, they are the reason this movie flopped.

• Them and the writers… and whoever decided to hire the Morbius writers again, everyone there deserves to lose their jobs.

• The only reason I want this movie to do well is because I want Madame Web to have more movies with Dakota Johnson, Sydney Sweeney, Adam Scott, Isabella Mercer, Emma Roberts and Celeste O’Connor all returning. But I really don’t see that happening now, I can’t see Dakota signing another contract with Sony or doing everything to get out of this contract if it’s not over yet.

• The fact that they had to dub the villain’s lines makes me so confused to why he was hired? He didn’t even give a good performance, not saying he’s a bad actor (I’ve heard he’s great on other movies), but he really didn’t do anything in MW.

• And the part with the FBI agent and the villain had me so confused too. Like, did she seduce him to find out information about him? Because it makes sense that the FBI would be suspicious of this guy. But then did he see through her act and decide to at least get laid before killing her and stealing her passcode? But everyone is saying he seduce her for her passcodes and yeah I’m confused.

• The problem is the pacing and how everything that needs explaining isn’t, but everything that doesn’t need an explanation IS explained. And too much.

“He worked with my Mom in this place looking for this spider right before she died”

That’s not the exact quote but it’s pretty close to and that’s less than 5 minutes in. Ok thanks spoiling the whole movie to me. I really didn’t know a movie could spoil the movie to me.

• I’ll add more to this post when I remember more bs this movie endured or forced me to endure, feel free to add to this list in the comments or reposts.