#i was gonna work on my painting but first tom hardy had to do That and then they did this so i got very sidetracked

[mlobsters]

jared padalecki and jensen ackles spn chicago con 2024 - gold panel

you spin me right round, baby right round, like a record, baby

[waitimcomingtoo]

Hi there! I am a huge fan of your writing. You’re so talented!! All of your stories are pure GEM!!! Anyway, I have a story idea: reader is tom’s childhood friend and she substituting Harry as Tom’s assistant during one of his filming. Only if you don’t mind :) Thaank you!!

Thank you so much!!

Old Friend

part two

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist

more like this:I might be the writer if we were a movie

“Are you serious?” Tom whined Into the phone.

“I know.” Harry sighed. “I’m sorry. But if I don’t make up my exam today, my professor is gonna fail me. There’s no way I can make it to set today.”

“It’s not your fault.” Tom didn’t want to put the blame on his brother. “I just really need an assistant. I get disorganized and stressed when you’re not there.”

“I know. That’s why I’m sending in a substitute assistant for the day.” Hardy replied.

“A substitute?” Tom sighed. “Who? I don’t really feel like teaching a stranger my whole schedule.”

“I already got them up to date on what they need to do.” Harry assured his brother. “And they’re not a stranger. You’ll know her when you see her.” 

As if on cue, Tom heard a knock on his trailer door.

“Tom?” You asked as you entered his trailer. Tom turned to the voice and his eyes widened at the sight of his childhood best friend. You were grown now, as was he. Your baby face had melted into a beautiful young woman. Your hair was lighter and your skin tanner, no doubt from the LA sun. He hadn’t seen you since you were 10, and you told him with tears running down your face that you were moving to America after growing up next to each other all your lives. Tom let the phone fall from his hand and felt his throat dry out.

“Y/n?” He asked hopefully. “Is that really you?”

“I think so.” You smiled. That was something that hadn’t changed. You still had the same angelic smile Tom remembered from his childhood, and it made him smile back.

“I haven’t seen you since we were kids. God, I barely recognize you when you’re not in a princess dress.” Tom laughed, still taking you in.

“And somehow, you still look like a prince. Nice hair.” You nodded towards his quaff and he blushed in embarrassment. It felt like you had fallen right back into how you used to be, and Tom was loving it.

“Trust me, it wasn’t my decision.” Tom defended his Prince Charming-esk hair.

“I like it no matter who’s decision it was.” You shrugged with an easy smile. “I see you still like to wear the same clothes.” You pointed at his Spider-Man suit with a cheeky smile. You and Tom had grown up in love with the 16 year old superhero, and him playing him was a dream come true.

“Yep.” Tom agreed, thinking back to late nights on the trampoline pretending to be Spider-Man. “This ones a little fancier but a lot harder to use the bathroom in.”

“If I remember correctly, you never had a problem using the bathroom in uncomfortable costumes before.” You raised your eyebrows and Tom groaned.

“I pee my pants during one school play and you never let me forget it.” He whined.

“Just trying to keep you humble, movie star.” You winked. “And I can’t get over it since it was during my only speaking line.”

“I was nervous.” He declared.

“You were a tree!” You protested.

“A nervous tree.” Tom defended. “And I can promise you, I have not peed during any scene since then.”

“I hope not, because as your assistant, I’d have to help you clean up.” You pointed out.

“How’d you end up as my assistant anyway?” Tom wondered, not that he was complaining.

“I moved to LA a month ago to follow my career and I ran into Harry yesterday at a cafe. He told me he was about to fail some class and I asked what I could do to help, and this is what I could do.” You replied. 14 years missing each other and you just so happened to run into Harry in a cafe.

“I’m gonna feel bad making you do things for me though.” Tom realized. He didn’t want to boss the only girl he ever loved around all day. Getting coffee was beneath you.

“Don’t.” You assured him. “Do you know how hard it is to find a job in LA? I will be your assistant for the rest of my life if you want.”

“Oh, okay.” Tom nodded, feeling a little disappointed that you were only in it for the job.

“Plus, I get to hang out with my childhood best friend on a million dollar movie set. Trust me, I’m living the dream.” You smiled and poked his arm. At the first contact with you in 14 years, Tom felt his body light up like a live wire. He pulled you into a hug and held you there as if his life depended on it.

“I have missed you.” He said, voice wavering with emotion.

“I guess I missed you too.” You shrugged in his arms.

“Ouch.” Tom laughed at your indifference.

“I’m only teasing.” You laughed back. “My friends from high school and college know everything about you. You were all I talked about.”

“I get it. You wanted some street-cred for knowing a celebrity.” Tom said with a cocky grin.

“I actually never told them you were famous.” You answered, still in his arms.

“Really? You didn’t tell them you and Spider-Man used to finger paint portraits of each other?” Tom looked down at you the best he could.

“I told them about those portraits, but not that it was with Spider-Man.” You replied.

“Why not?“ Tom wondered.

“Because it wasn’t.” You shrugged. “It was with you. I knew you before you were famous and that’s the Tom I remember. I told them about how you were secretly a great carpenter but pretended to be bad so your mom wouldn’t make you go to carpentry school and how you accidentally ran over a butterfly with your bike and cried for a month. Those are the things I remembered and loved about you. You being famous is the least interesting thing about you.”

Tom was speechless with your words. You loved him for him, and clung on to your memories the same way he did. He squeezed you tighter and sniffled a little.

“I really missed you, Y/n.” He repeated. It was all he could say.

“I missed you too.” You smiled softly as you hugged your childhood best friend. You and Tom stood in silence, quietly swaying as he rested his chin on top of your head. No words were spoken, but no words were needed. You let your body language speak the words you didn’t have a chance to all those years you were apart.

“Now go make me a coffee.” Tom said, breaking the silence. You slipped out of his hug and gave him a shocked face.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” Tom pulled your back into his arms with a laugh, placing a gentle “welcome home” kiss on your forehead. “I drink tea.”

You spent the day at Toms beck and call. He was incredibly easy to work with and just as kind as you remembered. He always sent you away with a “please” and greeted you with a “thank you.” You brought him his tea, script, schedule, and anything else he asked for. He was filming all day, but spent every break and lunch with you, just catching up. He learned that you were single and trying to become a playwright. Tom told you you’d be amazing. He was just as you remembered; goofy, annoying, and just about the sweetest guy alive. The day ended before you knew it and soon it was time to leave.

“I’ll see you when I see you.” You said as you gathered your things from Toms trailer, feeling deflated. He was busy at work and your time together was ending.

“Right, I’ll see you.” Tom said before putting his hand over his pocket. “Oh, what’s that? My phone is ringing?”

“I don’t hear a-“ you tried to say.

“-oh, it’s definitely ringing.” Tom cut you off as he took out his phone and held it to his ear. “Hello? Oh Harry! It’s Harry.” Tom whispered to you. “What’s that? You can’t be my assistant tomorrow either? You’re failing another class? Gosh golly darn it. I don’t know where I’ll find an assistant on such short notice.” Tom sighed loudly and you bit back a smile as his ridiculous behavior. “What did you say? You think Y/n should stay for another day? That’s a great idea Harry. Gee, I wish I thought of that idea. I’ll ask her. Okay. Bye now.” Tom pretended to hang up the phone and looked at you.

“Harry’s not coming tomorrow either.” Tom sighed again.

“Really? I had no idea.” You played along.

“I guess you’ll just have to be my assistant again tomorrow.” Tom shrugged as if he didn’t orchestrate the entire plan.

“I guess I will.” You shrugged back. You and Tom shared shy smiles, feeling like kids again.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked as you made your way out.

“Yes. Tomorrow.” Tom nodded and watched you leave.

“Damn it.” The director grumbled as he got off the phone the next day.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you fixed Toms hair before his next scene where Spider-Man had to save a girl from a falling truck.

“The extra broke her leg over the weekend.” He answered. “She’s not coming.”

“Can’t you just use someone else?” Tom asked.

“We’d have to find a girl who can fit into her costume and act in under half an hour to stay on schedule. That’s not happening in such short notice.” The director sighed and checked his clipboard.

“Y/n could do it.” Tom spoke up.

“What?” You asked him.

“It’s perfect.” Tom continued. “You can act and you can fit into her costume. We used to do plays all the time when we were younger.”

“A year 3 play is a lot different from a Marvel film.” You reminded him.

“Not really. Anthony Mackie acts like a third grader anyway.” Tom answered. “You’ll be fine. All you have to do is scream.”

“Tom, I can’t.” You said out of the corner of your mouth.

“Please?” He begged. “If we don’t shoot this scene today the whole movie will be delayed.”

“I’ve never been on camera before. I can’t just jump into a Spider-Man movie.” You protested.

“I did! Actually, I flipped in.” He corrected himself. “That’s besides the point. The point is, you’re amazing, you’re talented, you’re here, and I need you.” Tom listed. “Please?”

You looked at Tom and sighed. “What do I have to do?”

“Yay! Thank you!” Tom kissed your forehead. “All that’s gonna happen is I’m gonna swing down and pick you up to stop you from being crushed by a falling truck. Then we just swing around New York before I set you down all safe and sound. That’s easy enough, right?”

“Swing me around?” You gasped. “How high?”

“40, maybe 50 feet.” Tom shrugged.

“50 feet?!” You shrieked.

“I said maybe!” He shot back.

“I’m not good with heights.” You whined.

“It’s okay. I’ll be holding onto you the entire time. You’ll be safe in my arms.” Tom assured you, and you almost believed him.

“I don’t know.” You bit your lip.

“Come on, Y/n. We were the biggest Spider-Man fans as kids. You always told me it was your dream to swing around in his arms. This is your chance.” Tom pleaded with you as you felt the eyes of the entire cast and crew staring at you.

“My chance to fall 50 feet and die.” You shot back.

“You won’t fall. I won’t let you.” Tom promised as he held his hands under his chin in a pleading position.

“Fine.” You blurted. “What do I have to say?”

“You don’t have any lines. You just need to scream. You don’t even need a script.” Tom smiled as you were rushed off to hair and makeup.

Next thing you knew, you were changed into your costume, harnessed and had wires attached to you, Tom as well.

“Ready?” Tom gave you an excited thumbs up.

“No.” You answered, but couldn’t help the smile that appeared. Tom shot a grin back at you before slipping on his mask. The first story nodded at you, and you nodded back.

“Action!” The director called.

You did as you were told. You started running away as the cameras followed, always looking back and screaming.

You tried to go left and a car exploded in your way.

You tried to go right and a telephone line fell, blocking your path as sparks flew. You had nowhere to go and no one to save you. Then, the truck came flying at you. You screamed and covered your face just before Spider-Man came swinging in and swept you off your feet. You kept your eyes shut as Tom gave your hip a reassuring squeeze. You didn’t watch as you felt the worse pulling you higher and higher. You just held on tightly to Toms neck and prayed for a safe landing.

“Give is a scream!” The director called from below. You did as you were told.

“It’s okay. I got you!” Tom said triumphantly as Peter. He saw the platform he had to land on and squeezed your hip twice to let you know it was ending. He stuck his landing and you felt your feet touching the floor again. You slowly took your face out of the crook of his neck and looked around, timid and afraid, before looking at Tom.

“See? I told you I got you.” Tom laughed sprightly and gave you a squeeze.

It was in the script.

All of it.

The words, the swing, the moment. The extra who didn’t show up knew that. Tom knew that. The cast and crew knew that.

Not you though.

You’d never read the script. Not that scene anyway. So in the rush of the moment with your favorite superhero’s arms around you and your heart beating rapidly from the adrenaline, you lifted Toms mask above his nose and kissed him firmly without a second thought. The kiss softened and he cupped your face before you pulled away and shook your head to wake yourself up.

“Thanks Spider-Man.” You said bashfully and slowly took your arms from around his waist.

“Okay. You have a good day ma’am.” Tom pretended to tip an invisible hat at you and ran out of frame.

“Cut!” The director yelled.

“Sorry, I kinda went off script at the end there.” You quickly commented to both Tom and the director before it could get anymore awkward between you and Tom. He hadn’t removed his mask yet, and you were glad he hadn’t. You didn’t even know why you kissed him. You just did. Everything in you told you you had to.

“No problem. You were feeling the moment. All good actors do. You’ve felt the moment before, right Tom?” The director asked.

“I definitely felt something.” Tom said in a strange way.

“Y/n, Tom, great work. I think we got everything we need. You two can go home for the day. See you tomorrow.” He smiled and patted Tom on the back. Tom removed his mask and was just as red underneath. At first, no one spoke. Then he cleared his throat, then you. Finally, you had to speak.

“Sorry about that.” You offered.

“Don’t be.” Tom smiled tightly.

“It’s just, you know how long I’ve loved Spider-Man and when we were shooting that scene”, your heart started to pound again like it did when you were in the air, “it all felt so real. You in your suit looking like Peter Parker, I mean it was just magical.”

“I’m aware of how magical it was.” Tom smiled genuinely this time.

“No, but you’re used to it. Swinging around with the wind in my hair and your arms around me, I just got so emotional that I kissed you” you explained. “All I could do in that moment was kiss you. Uh, kiss Spider-Man I mean. I just really needed to kiss Spider-Man.”

“Right. Spider-Man.” Tom nodded, suddenly wondering if he wanted to be more than friends with his old friend.

Part two

Tag List 🏷

@maybemona @sunrise-shawn @meghan-8520xx @writing-for-hours-on-end @lavender-writer @captainmandeestudent17 @whatareyouhidingpeter @takenbyheartstrings @ultrunning @imyourliquor-youremypoison @theolwebshooter @autumnlyholland @andreasworlsboring101 @guksmyfav @waiting-to-be-myself @letsloveimagines @ho-ho-holland @peterparkoure @a-villain-vying-for-attention @m19friend @justcallmehitgirl @iamanerdot @averyfosterthoughts @celestial-skylines

[captainmarvels]

wicked games [21]

Summary: It’s your first night together after weeks apart, and Tom pulls out all the stops to make you feel welcome. Is it the start of a new beginning, or will it not be enough?

Pairing: CEO!Tom Holland x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3397

A/N: we’re back! enjoy this tooth-rotting, sweet sweet fluff because y’all have no idea what @thorsxodinson and i have in store for y’all :) and stop asking for updates, thx

masterlist | tag list - add yourself!

(gif by @bens-hardy )

If someone asked you how you were feeling at that moment, you’d probably describe how your anxiety was scaling your mind and body as if they were Mount Everest, digging deeper and entrenching itself in the sanctity of your peace.

Or what was left of it.

It was 6:01 on a Saturday morning, and you had been staring at the ceiling of your old bedroom for the past thirty minutes. 

Today was “move back in” day, and every nerve in your body was engulfed in flames.

You weren’t sure what exactly was riling up your anxiety - was it the fact that you were finally going to share a bedroom with the man you’d loved for so long? Or the fact that you were overwhelmingly terrified of what living together would do to you? 

Especially right after patching things up.

Tom said he and Harrison would be at the apartment at 7:30am to help you carry your things down to the car, and you felt bad about saying no. 

You had only left with a few bags the night you stormed out of Tom’s apartment, but in the short time you had been with Maggie, you accumulated quite a number of things.

“Hey numb nut, need any help?” Thinking of the devil, she appeared at your doorway, hair pulled back in a messy bun, arms crossed over her chest as she leaned against the doorframe.

You flipped her off, groaning quietly as you sat up and looked at her.

“Didn’t think you’d be up so early, Mags,” You said in a tired voice. She shrugged.

“Thought it was best if I was there when the two idiot white boys showed up,” She said, grinning wide as you rolled your eyes.

“I’m just gonna shower and then pack up my bathroom stuff. You mind moving all that to the living room, at least?” You pointed at the duffel bag and set of boxes stacked neatly in the corner of the room across from your bed.

“Anything for you, my lovely dipshit.”

The apartment buzzer rang at exactly 7:30, and you were glad to see that a certain someone was already keeping their word.

A few moments later, a loud rap sounded on the door, and you could hear two faint British voices outside.

“Good morning,” Harrison said as you opened the door, his hands toying with his hair. Tom was next to him, and he flashed you a small smile as you locked eyes with him.

Harrison crossed the threshold and greeted Maggie, leaving the two of you rooted in place.

“Good morning,” Tom whispered, closing the short distance between you as he reached out and gently cupped your cheek.

“Hi,” You said under your breath, smiling as you leaned into his touch.

“Oi, we can’t do all the heavy lifting for you!” Harrison called out, and both you and Tom started to laugh.

“Bugger off mate, we’ll get to it!”

There was no need for goodbyes, as you and Maggie had plans for that weekend. Pulling up to the skyscraper of an apartment building, it only took a few minutes before Harrison left after helping Tom carry your things up into the apartment, but not before telling you he would be expecting an invitation for drinks after work soon. 

You dropped down onto the massive couch, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment before you opened them again.

“When did you redecorate the living room?”

The sofa, which once faced the built in fireplace and massive flat screen TV, was now sitting across from the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked New York.

The TV now sat on a marble stand, which was also adorned with small succulents. 

As you glanced behind you, you notice massive bookcases now stood where the TV once was. Potted plants sat at the very top, their vines creeping down the sides of the shelves. A few picture frames stood out to you - they were all photos of Tom, either with his mother or Harrison. None of his father or his brothers. 

What surprised you the most was a frame on the center shelf, with a photo of you and him from Mary’s gala fundraiser. It was one of the few candid photos from that night - you were sitting on Tom’s lap, laughing at something an out-of-frame Harrison and Mary had said; Tom had one hand on your thigh, the other holding a hidden glass of scotch. The look on his face is what caught your eye. His gaze, focused on you, and his lips curled up in a smile, eyes enamoured with what lay before him.

It never occurred to you how sentimental he could be.

As your gaze scanned over the room, you noticed how empty the bar was. The glass shelves underneath the marble countertop were now sporting what appeared to be a variety of ceramic, handmade plates and wine glasses. Rich people’s version of fancy china?

Tom came in from the kitchen, breaking you away from your thoughts as he rounded the couch and handed you a warm mug, filled to the brim with your favorite tea.

“Mary went on this whole rant about feng shui and whatnot, and suggested I redecorate to help clear my head,” He gestured aimlessly at the space around you.

“I never thought I’d live to see the day you break away from your black and white monochromatic aesthetic, Tom,” You said, giggling when he gently swatted at your knee.

“The greenery is a nice change, I will admit. Besides,” He leaned back against the sofa cushions, bringing his own mug to his lips. “I should be admiring this view more often.”

He gave you a sly wink as he took a sip of coffee. Before you could say anything, the apartment buzzer rang.

“I can get that,” You said, setting your mug down on the new coffee table before heading out to the hallway.

“I don’t even know who that could be, I wasn’t planning on-” Tom stopped in his tracks as you opened the door, revealing the last person he wanted as a guest.

“Mary!”

“What the hell are you doing here?” 

You shot Tom a dirty look over your shoulder, quietly scoffing as you walked into Mary’s embrace.

“I missed you, you little bugger,” She whispered in your ear, smiling cheekily as you pulled away. 

“A little bird named Haz informed me of a visitor, so I thought I’d come and harass you! Not everything is about you, Stanley,” She stepped into the foyer, her heels clicking against the marble floors as she made a beeline for the kitchen. As you shut the door, you could hear Tom muttering under his breath.

“Can you put your temper tantrum on pause for now? I don’t need to deal with a whiny Tom at this moment,” You said as you took his hand in yours, squeezing gently.

Tom’s jaw dropped, eyes wide as you led him out of the hall.

Mary was sitting at the island bar, swirling a glass of red wine.

“Harrison suggested I pop by in case you needed help unpacking and all that jazz,” 

“Actually, that sounds like a great idea! I assume I have you to thank for getting this one to change up the living room?” You were standing across from Mary, your hands resting on the counter. Tom was standing behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist. You could practically hear him rolling his eyes as you spoke.

“Yes, and you are very welcome for that,” Mary winked as she downed all the wine in her glass in one go. She leaned over just enough to set the glass down in the sink before rising from her chair. 

“Just make sure not to water the plants; they’re fake, since this one can’t keep anything alive, apparently,” 

“Not true!” Tom shouted after her as Mary walked into the living room. You tried to stifle your laughter as best you could, but you couldn’t help it as you followed the dysfunctional pair out the door.

“Thomas, Haz and I bought you a cactus to practice with and you killed it in less than two weeks! You have to actively try to murder it for that to happen!” 

“How did you manage that?” You asked, glancing over at him as he buried his head in his hands.

“I thought cacti didn’t need water!” He answered exasperatedly, his words muffled by his hands. 

“They need some, you buffoon,” You rubbed his back as he replied with a loud groan.

“Anyways, shall we get started with the unpacking? I’m sure you have loads of things you want to have in here?” Mary stood up from her seat, smoothing out her dress.

“I think I do! I can go grab the box; I made sure to organize everything so I could unpack faster,” You flashed her a quick smile as you headed to your new room; once the door closed behind you, Mary turned to face Tom.

“I noticed you put up the photo I sent. Glad to see you’re trying, Holland.” 

Tom looked up at her, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“You’re… complimenting me? That’s a first,”

“I’m trying out this new thing - it’s called being nice, y’know? Not that you deserve my kindness in any way but, it’s better than nothing. Just don’t fuck up, alright?”

Tom scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back. 

“Believe me, I’m trying not to.”

A few hours later, and the apartment was finally starting to reflect a mix of your and Tom’s personalities. 

A few colorful throw pillows now decorated the couches in the living room, and your favorite coasters - sporting hand painted elephants - now sat on the coffee and dining room tables. 

Your clothes now lined half of Tom’s personal walk-in closet; it was the size of a bedroom, and you were still surprised your clothing had managed to take up so much space.

After storing your duffel bag in a drawer, you leaned back against the dresser and took in the room before you.

The bed, once covered in a multitude of shades of black, was now brightened up with a simple red throw blanket strewn across the silky duvet, with adorning red floral pillows to match.

Hung up on the wall to the right of the bed were a series of framed photographs that you had taken over the last few months. Your favorite was intricately placed in the middle - a photo of you and Tom that you’d forgotten about until you sent the photos to print. Harrison had taken it one random night; the two of you were on the sofa, all wrapped up in one another. Your hand was near Tom’s face, as if you were trying to cover his mouth because of something he’d said. Your head was thrown back in laughter, eyes shut tight from joy. Tom was grinning widely, his eyes focused on you while his hands rested gently on your legs that lay across his lap.

The sound of the bedroom door opening pulled you out of your memories, your lips still curled up in a smile as Tom walked in, a single rose in hand.

You met him halfway, tilting your head to the side just a bit as Tom cupped your cheek once you were within arm's reach.

“I have a question,” He said quietly, his breath sending a shiver down your spine.

“And?” You answered, your eyes fluttering shut as the pad of his thumb swept across your skin.

“I know you just moved in but… I was thinking, we could… well, I was thinking I could take you out on a date. Dinner, a movie; whatever you’d like to do.” 

Tom’s hand dropped from your face to rest on your hip, his eyes meeting yours for a moment as you processed his words.

“As long as you promise that it won’t be bland British food,” You both broke out in laughter as Tom pulled you closer to him, your breaths mixing together as you looked at one another.

“I missed your cheekiness, darling,” He whispered, grinning as you grew flustered at his words.

“Well there’s more where that came from then,” You quipped, rolling your eyes as you felt him squeeze your waist.

Before letting you go, Tom leaned in and said, “I hope you don’t mind, but I may or may not have picked something out for you to wear.” 

Taking your hand in his, he led you to massive dressing room down the hall. He opened the door and stepped to the side, gesturing for you to enter first.

Nothing could have prepared you for what was waiting inside.

As the recess lighting brightened up the room, you were met with what appeared to be hundreds of bouquets, burying the floor underneath your feet as you walked inside. 

Roses, tulips, calla lilies, hydrangeas, and daisies sat all around the room; vases perched in between the ball gowns on display, on the shelves amongst all the dressed up high heels, and on just about every other surface and available space you could think of. 

Something else caught your eye as you took in what was in front of you; a lone clothing rack in the middle of the room, with a burgundy dress hung up on it. 

You made your way towards it, your eyes and jaw wide open from amazement. Laying a hand on the dress, you realized it was made of a silk-satin blend material; there was a large sash wrapped around the middle, tied in an elegant bow that hit right at the waist.

“Wow…” You whispered, your mind glazed over from all the shock you were still wading through.

“I take it you like it?” Tom asked as he walked up behind you.

You turned around and faced him, gently shaking your head as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I really don’t know what to say,” You replied, your words still laced with surprise. 

“No need to say anything, sweetheart. I’ll wait for you in the living room, okay?” He squeezed your shoulders gently as he stepped back. 

Before he took another step, you took his hand in yours and sweetly kissed one of his knuckles.

The small token of gratitude stunned Tom, leaving him speechless as he simply flashed you a smile before leaving you alone.

Baby steps.

Smoothing over the silk material now adorning your figure, you looked at yourself once more in the mirror before finally heading out to meet Tom.

You found him pacing back and forth in the foyer, hands tucked in the pockets of his tailored suit. He heard you coming down the hall, the loud sound of your heels clicking down the marble floors captivated his attention.

“Even better than I thought it would be,” He said, chuckling lowly when you gently smacked his arm. 

“Don’t flatter yourself too much, Holland,” You smiled sarcastically as he playfully rolled his eyes.

“Don’t sass me too much, love. You know I won’t be able to handle it,” Before you could respond, he clasped his hand in yours and led you to the elevator.

“Let’s get this show on the road, yeah?”

Before you knew it, the night was coming to an end.

Tom had made a reservation for the two of you at one of your favorite restaurants in the city; so high up in the building, you had a gorgeous view of the city lights. 

After a filling dinner, the server brought out a gorgeous, well adorned slice of cake for you to share. Tom generously let you have the last bite, but not after a fair match of rock, paper, scissors. 

Stepping out into the cool New York air, the two of you walked in sync to your favorite place - the bookshop.

You roamed aimlessly throughout the overflowing shelves, your fingers trailing over the old, worn out covers that were hoping to tell you a story. Tom was lost in a fantasy world of his own when you finally found him among the stacks.

“Good read?” You asked, flashing him a small smile as he nodded.

“And it looks like you’ve found quite a few, too” He glanced at the stack of books you were hugging to your chest. 

“What can I say? I’ll never get enough.”

You were standing in the living room, filling an empty shelf with all the softcovers you brought home from the bookshop. As you finished ordering them by genre, you felt two arms snake their way around your waist, hands clasping at your mid-section while an all-too familiar face appeared over your shoulder.

“All done?” Tom whispered in your ear. You nodded, resting your hands on his as you leaned into him just a bit.

“Then let’s go to bed, love.”

Taking his hand, you followed Tom to your bedroom, where you found a cozy, candle-lit space waiting for you.

He was already dressed in his own pajamas; satin pants hanging low off his hips, and a simple black t-shirt that fit him a little too well.

“Do you always to be well dressed everywhere you go?” You giggled when he shrugged.

“Maybe. Now go change,” He said, throwing a pillow at you as he pulled back the duvet and top sheet from his side of the bed.

Laughing, you jokingly flipped him off as you tossed the pillow back on the bed, and grabbed a nightgown off the dresser next to you.

Stepping out of the bathroom, changed and ready for bed, you couldn’t help but giggle when you found Tom sitting up in bed, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, his eyes focused on the pages before him.

“Well hello, Grandpa,” You said in between giggles, your eyes slowly watering as you tried to catch your breath. Tom looked at you over the rim of his frames, eyes narrowing for a brief moment before he joined in on your laughter.

“Even when you poke fun at me, I am still absolutely in love with you, darling.”

You were leaning against the wall, and you rolled your eyes playfully as you put a hand over your heart.

“When did you get so soft?” 

As you climbed into bed, Tom set down his book and glasses on his nightstand, shutting off the light before turning to face you.

“Maybe you just didn’t notice before, bug,”

You scrunched up your nose at the pet name.

“No bug?”

You shook your head no, pulling the covers over your head.

“No goodnight kiss then?” You peeked at him, giggling once more when you saw the pouty look on his face.

“Only because you look cute when you’re sad,” You said.

“That’s a little sadistic, don’t you think?”

“You want a kiss or not?” 

Tom laughed, shaking his head as he leaned down, cupping your cheek as he kissed you softly. The pad of his thumb brushed over your lips as he pulled away, his forehead still pressed against yours.

“Goodnight, my love.”

“Sweet dreams, bug.”

Rubbing his eyes awake, Tom glanced over at the clock on his nightstand. 

4:07 a.m.

Shit.

Slowly pulling off the covers, he slipped off the bed without disturbing you. Glancing back at you as he opened the bedroom door, he couldn’t help but smile before shutting the door behind him.

His phone was still sitting on the counter in the kitchen where he’d forgotten it.

After setting the coffee maker to brew, he scrolled through the notifications waiting for him.

Mary Shithead: Call me when you get the chance

Mary Shithead: I’ll be up all night because why the fuck not?

Rolling his eyes, Tom pulled up her contact info and hit “call”.

“What a surprise. Why you up, Stanley?”

“Why did you want me to call?”

“Just wanted to ask how your date went, sheesh. Remember, I’m trying to be ‘nice’ or whatever?”

Tom laughed sarcastically.

“Yeah, ‘whatever’. It went well. Made me realize just how much I really missed her,”

“Gross, Stanley! You are in love, huh? What does that feel like?” Mary’s words seemed to catch him off guard.

And yet, the words that rolled off his tongue seemed to capture just about all he was thinking.

“Like everything I’ve ever lost, come back to me.”

tags, part 1:

@cherrynat @anytimebitches @joyfullyje @jobean12-blog @emotchalla @enigma-xlii @illletitgrow @cloverrover @lovelyttom @justaveryobsessedfangirl @ssweet-empowerment @killmongerdreams @spideytrxsh @eyestheyseeyou @aussie-mantle @spidergirlwanab @i-think-i-am-adorable @amanda51015-blog @princessskylarsblog @whoneedsalifeanyhowxx @chinalois @clairesrainbow @darkerthanspace @slighttinsomniac @curlytomholland @wanderlustomaha @hollandazing @mendes-marvel @wowspideyholland​

[trcve]

h hey hey gays!! i’m kit, 20 yrs old, currently working full time in the mdt timezone! i use them/they pronouns n i’m a whole ass cancer... yea the stereotypes r true. i love marvel in general and p much have interests all over the place?? harry potter, lotr, kpop, anime, u name it pal. feel free to mssg me on discord (or here) for plotting, or like this post and i’ll go to u!!

now get ready to meet eden, or as i like to call him, the dumpster fire. 

i kind of already have his bio, just not entirely fleshed out, which you can find here! i’m gonna list down a summary below, plus a few points i missed and will be adding eventually. so, as a wise man once said, let’s-a-go!

tw: murder, physical abuse, guns, mentions of alcohol&drugs.

the weapon’s expert, codename: trove, thirty-seven, tom hardy fc.

eden harvey was born into a family of criminals. his father, possibly the only real psychopath in the family, was sentenced to life in prison after he murdered the man he called his best friend, along with his wife and two children. 

eden was seven years old in the year it happened, and his mother didn’t paint over anything when she told him about the gruesome crime. he grew up with sparse visits to his father, because while he didn’t exactly love the man, he didn’t despise him as much as he thought he should. this event was the reason he grew up into having very grey morals. 

his mother was the type of woman who didn’t make a habit of showing affection, or praising her children when they did well. instead, eden and his brother grew up with the idea that they got hit as a form of love and education. neither of them actually held it against her later on in life, though. the two were so used to the roughness of life that they could happily appreciate their mother in all her coldness. 

his brother was essentially his guide as a young boy. eden was four years younger than him, and he learned all of his ways from him. especially his love of weapons. he was eight years old when his brother let him shoot his first gun, and from then on there was no return. 

he’s had adhd his whole life, which means that his school life was hell. eden never bothered with it, because even if he did, he’d still find it too difficult. besides the fact eden thinks that even without the adhd he still wouldn’t like school, no subject he learned in a classroom ever seemed to grab his attention, and he spent his days skipping and then getting detention for it. he was the kid in the back of the classroom making wisecrack jokes and disrupting lessons. the one no one seemed to care about, they all shared the collective thought that he wasn’t going anywhere in life. 

he dropped out of school when he was a junior in high school, not caring about disappointing his mom, the only person who (kind of) gave a damn about where he was going in life. he decided that he’d had enough of having enough. enough frustration, enough of feeling like the stupidest person in the classroom, enough of getting hit whenever his mom received complaints from the school board. 

he focused entirely on being a disaster. parties, drugs, alcohol-- discovered he was into doing anyone who he found attractive, man, woman or otherwise. overall, he was having a pretty good time, and then he moved into the shed in their backyard after one particular bad fight with his mom, which was exactly what he hadn’t thought he needed. he turned the place into a workshop, where he started pulling guns apart and then making new ones from parts. at first, it was mostly aesthetics changes from the original models, but soon enough he became well-versed enough to start working on original ideas. 

he was eighteen when he received a visit from his uncle, a man he’d met very sparsely in the past; when he turned four years old, and the day his dad received his sentence. he was there for the recent engagement of eden’s brother, and as the appointed godfather of both boys, he made a promise to their father to be there. it turned out he was an arms dealer, and when he discovered eden’s creations, he suddenly became a fixture in his life. his uncle offered him work in the company, and the money was more than eden had ever made, so he agreed. 

the two started working side by side. his uncle would handle the business side of things while he had the freedom to work on original creations, but he was too irresponsible to seriously dedicate himself. he’d still party too often, miss deadlines, and make his own inputs on client orders. it took three times of getting ganged up on by groups of thugs to realize that they were being hired by his uncle, but that was just part of their differences. eden took everything too humorously, even getting beat to a pulp by some guys that his own uncle hired to teach him a lesson. after all, that was family. it was how they showed love.

 twelve years into the future, he was still working under his uncle. his brother had somehow gotten his life together with his wife and now three children, but eden was still a mess. he was now thirty-two and still too selfish, too careless. in the blur of a year, three things happened to him that changed things forever: his brother’s death, the first time he killed, and a run-in with the cia.

the killings the the run-in were unrelated, but his brother’s death was not. when he got the news that he was fatally shot during a shootout, eden had enough information to follow a lead, and he killed the man who shot the gun, and the man who made the order. both childhood friends. the run-in happened during business hours. eden wasn’t surprised that they’d be interested in him, and he didn’t hesitate to leave the family business for the cia. he was the godfather of his brother’s three kids, and he promised that he’d take care of them and his wife if anything were to happen to him. he took the opportunity to be a clean provider, put his uncle in jail right next to his father, and betrayed the whole family. 

he moved his sister-and-law, her three children, and his mother to an apartment complex with high security. he knew that if anyone found out that he betrayed everyone for them, they’d surely come after them, and part of his agreement with the cia was that they’d be placed under protection. 

and that has all brought us to the eden we know today! lastly, though, some personality!

very unhinged, very careless, honestly just here for a good time. he loves anything that goes ‘boom’. the bigger the better kind of person. you know, go big or go home. 

he’s been receiving therapy for adhd, which means that it’s easier to live with now, but he’s still a very distracted person. he spaces out of conversations, brings up random subjects, and basically his train of thought just goes a lot of places in a small expanse of time. he needs to find interest in something to truly be focused, otherwise simple tasks can take him a while. something that has always captivated him are weapons. they’re like the love of his life, pretty much.

his whole coping mechanism is humor. he laughs at the things that happen to him in life, and he’s so used to the bad things happening that it’s easy to take them as they come. a trait he received from years of living with his mother. 

he’s catholic, though not too involved in the religion. definitely believes in god and definitely believes he’s going to hell. he prays almost everyday but only goes to church every now and then.

you can literally do anything to him. punch him, stab him, offend his entire heritage, there will (eventually) be no hard feelings. he’s incredibly understanding, to the point of a fault. instead of caring, though, it has an opposite affect. he simply does not care enough. just don’t say anything about his brother, threaten those he protects, and things will be chill. 

ok, i’ll stop here because i absolutely gave into my habit of long intros fhdifughfd soRRY im just EXCITED. this was garbage and all over the place, but hmu anyways? hfiusdhf 

[zagenta]

Ooooh it’s a tag

@jamieanovels lmao of Course I’m gonna do this of all tags b/c i love lists and i like being self-important by treating my favorite things as objectively good. Also a bunch of ur favs are mine too. But the rule is name 6 movies i can watch anytime, not my 6 favorites, i’m splitting hairs here but i’ll see if that makes any difference. 

The rules are simple: List 6 films you can watch anytime. Tag 5 people afterwards.

In reverse order:

(honorable mentions b/c i’m a cheat: Love Actually, When Harry Met Sally, Pride and Prejudice (2005), Zombieland, Finding Nemo, Kung Fu Panda, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Knight’s Tale, The Outsiders, Rogue One, Any of the Lord of the Rings excluding the Hobbits, Harry Potter 3, Moana, Beauty and the Beast, Mulan, Lilo and Stitch, Howl’s Moving Castle, My Neighbor Totoro, Kiki’s Delivery Service, Spirited Away, A Bug’s Life, Crazy Stupid Love, Steel Magnolias, The Breakfast Club, Hercules)

6. Inception - it’s my favorite not-as-deep-as-it-could-have-been-nor-as-complicated-as-people-pretend-it-is-and-is-way-too-overhyped-but-still-really-solid film. Also, I’m a sucker for Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Tom Hardy. Chris Nolan is pretty legit despite his movies being boringly overwhelming This Is a White. (also I’ll be forever disappointed in Dark Knight Rises and Interstellar). And it’s got the dream thing i like, i think part of the reason this is on the list is that its one of the first stories that inspired me to try and create a shallow rip off of my own hereby inspiring my own creativity

5. About a Boy - its literally just a british comedy featuring everyone’s favorite jerkass Hugh Grant and a young adorable Nicholas Hoult. There’s literally no depth to my answer for this one it’s just really funny and i watch it a lot with my family. Although I think it’s a got a rly good theme that i really feel like has influenced me as a person, so i guess there is Some depth: no man is an island. Spoiler alert (b/c y’all should totally watch it): And what’s so interesting to me is that the main character has no job or hobbies, and he doesn’t have to work. The other characters judge him for not having a family, but i dont see this as a problem, the real tragedy is that he has no passions. Even if i didn’t have to work, i’d still spend my days drawing or writing or SOMETHing. 

4. Pacific Rim - listen,,,, it’s like,,, a fun visually stunning movie w/ a kickass female lead (sorta?) and i want Newt’s kaiju tattoo sleeves, and if people want to call it overhyped then my rebuttal is.... u right. But Mako Mori kicks ass and if either Newt or Hermann get love interests in the sequel i will flip every single table

3. Road to El Dorado - I had a hard time choosing between this and a Bug’s Life b/c i felt that a kids/animated movie deserved to be on this list, and while I really do love a Bug’s Life and for some reason I seem to be the only person in the world who still gives a crap abt that rly underrated pixar movie, it really isn’t anything beyond just being funny (and a comedic riff of that 7 of thebes/magnificent 7/7 samurai story w/ bugs), and Road to el dorado has a modicum of depth beyond that, so it goes here. Also, it never fails to make me laugh and I rewatched it recently and was surprised by the relatively nuanced portrayal of the citizens of el dorado, and how it doesnt shy away from portraying Cortez as the Demon he was.

2. Mad Max: Fury Road - literally this movie will never stop being badass?????? Ever???? it’s so good??????? It’s visually stunning and has like.... multiple nuanced female characters and oh look my favs Tom Hardy and Nicholas Hoult are back?

1. The Princess Bride - i know its a cult classic but i feel like people don’t appreciate how great this movie is?? I read the book and while it’s fine, i don’t actually think it’s nearly as interesting or exciting as it could be despite Goldman jokingly referring to his edit as “only the good parts”. But the movie doesn’t feel the need to pat itself on the back for being so clever, there’s no “if you start singing i’m gonna throw up” (no shade to Moana it’s quickly become one of my fav disney movies). It’s such a great family film because it caters so well to both adults and children, i heard somewhere before that kids have their own strange logic to the world, and I think the Princess Bride encapsulates that so well because as a child i watched it and took it completely seriously, it doesn’t seem any more outlandish than say, Cinderella or The Little Mermaid, or any other fairy tale. But as an adult I can watch it and get all the humor and satire because the story is ridiculous, yes, but it’s also fun and entertaining and the stakes feel real and you feel clever because Miracle Max is now funny instead of just a weirdo. Also, as far as a framing device goes an old grandpa reading a story to a child is a lot more endearing than hearing abt Goldman’s tangents abt the seriousness of the publishing industry. Also Inigo Montoya’s subplot is probably the best and most satisfying revenge story ever (and tangentially related but i still maintain that Jyn wouldve been more interesting as a sidecharacter in this father-revenge vein than as the protag of Rogue One)

this is way too long. Anyways I tag.... @paint-music-with-me-larry @grafitisonny @victhechick @antijynerso @lavanderbrwn @spaceensignglow @louisthesixteenth @frogyell and anyone else?? u totally don’t have to if you don’t want b/c i literally never do tags also if i forgot u my bad u can totally still do it consider this a tag esp if you’re a mutual

[infinityknight25]

Legion episode

Legion: Dan Stevens Sydney Barrett: Rachel Keller Melanie Bird: Jean Smart Lenny Busker: Aubrey Plaza Ptonomy Wallace: Jeremie Harris Cary Loudermilk: Bill Irwin Kerry Loudermilk: Amber Midthunder Devil with yellow eyes: Quinton Boisclair Walter/ The Eye: Mackenzie Gray Logan Howlett: Tom Hardy Mystique: Nina Dobrev

Scene 1: Summerland during the day specifically the memory room a glass room with a table that has metal post like handles at each seat. Ptonomy, Melanie and David are having a session to try see if they can locate The Eye and other members of Division Three. Melanie: Okay, David remember we are not looking at memories this time. We are going to test your telepathy skills to see if you locate Walter and the rest of Division Three. David takes a deep breath clearing his mind. He takes them to a scene of deep green pine trees. It’s a forest covered in snow. The snow is still coming down. The three look around astonished at the sight. Melanie: Ptonomy. Do you recall seeing anywhere on the news about a place getting a massive snow storm? Ptonomy: Yeah. Northern Canada was supposed to get hammered this week. David why did you take us here? David looking at the two shrugged his shoulders. David: I don’t know. I cleared my mind and focused. This is where it brought us.

Suddenly two soldiers in black clothes come into the picture. Both men were carrying They are walking beside a now distinct road. Soldier 1: Where do you suspect the target could be? Soldier 2: Not sure. The Eye said he’d be hard to track and find. Last time we checked coordinates, He said we were on the right track. The two continued down the road about twenty feet when there was a loud man like roar from the trees. The two soldiers rushed into the trees. Machine guns ready. The sound of machine gun fire ensued. Followed by more of the same roar. The next thing the three seen soldier two fly out from the tree with multiple stab wounds and lacerations. More of the same man’s roar came from the forest. Ptonomy pulls the three of them back to reality in the memory room at Summerland. Melanie: I think we need to go to northern Canada and investigate what we just witnessed. David go get Sydney and be out front in ten minutes. Melanie gets up and exits the room. Scene 2: The bunk room at Summerland. David comes in to talk to Sydney. David has a mix of urgency and confusion on his face. Sydney: David what’s wrong? David appears to be lost in thought. David: Hmmmm? Oh Melanie told me to come get you. We have a mission to do in Canada. Sydney: What’s in Canada? David: Melanie thinks there is a mutant there that can be of value for the war against Division Three. Sydney: Okay…. Well I guess we had better go… Is everything okay? In David’s mind there was a flash to a white room with a bed and furnishings. Even a couch. Everything is white. Standing in the center of the room is the Devil with yellow eyes. Then it quickly flashes back to the bunk room where David and Sydney were. David: No. I’m fine. (Shrugging his shoulders) Sydney smiles and using her gloved hand grabs David’s. Sydney: Then let’s go. Scene 3: The scene from David’s mind where the two men from Division Three were. Standing at the forefront of the group were Ptonomy, Melanie, David and Sydney. Thier breath can be seen in cold air. Melanie: Ptonomy can you see what memory the road holds? Ptonomy: I will try. (Ptonomy kneels down next to the road and touches the shoulder. It pulls up a car going past. Ptonomy begins to do a rewind of the memories. Cars go by backwards. Suddenly a woman wearing a big fur coat comes back into the picture. Her face is covered by a hood. Melanie: Stop here Ptonomy. She stoops down by the road and then goes up by the trees. She looks toward the direction of the next town and starts walking. Melanie: I have a feeling there may be another team in the picture. Someone we may not yet be familiar with. We’d better hurry. The group takes off for the town in a car that wasn’t in the scene until now. Scene 4: The group is standing outside of a bar in a very small town that is made up of the bar, a grocery store and a gas station. The bar is very small and seems somewhat unkempt. The white paint is starting to peel and the Windows seem unwashed. There’s a neon sign lit but it’s still daylight out. Melanie: Okay once we are in David. I want you to seek out the one we are looking for. If you are having a hard time sensing him. Try to find someone who seems like the angry type. Kerry: What makes you think it’s a he? (Somewhat snooty tone) Melanie: I know you like to fight too Kerry. This is most definitely a man. His roars were so savage it put me on edge. Whatever we find in here it will be the most savage mutant we have come up against. The group goes inside. The bar is fairly lit.David looks around , trying to locate the mutant that had been the focus of this mission. Then he caught it. He seen him sitting at the bar. He was short but strongly built. He has a very interesting haircut. His hair is black and comes to points over his ears. David began to approach him. He felt nervous. After all hours before he seen this man destroy two men with M16 machine guns.The man is drinking a beer and smoking a cigar. Logan: (removes cigar from his mouth) Look bub, I would calm myself if I were you. Your starting to seem like your gonna wet yourself. David: (now even more nervous) Um… Look I am apart of a group.. Logan: (cutting off David and now looking at him) Not interested. Walter: What if someone told you that you didn’t have a choice. Logan: (Thoughtful face) Then I’d rip his heart out and make watch its last beat. Walter: (seeming aggravated) Your awful cocky for someone who’s all alone. Logan finishes his beer and puts his cigar in his mouth. Logan: (Stands and turns toward Walter) Funny. Your men with the high powered machine guns thought so too. (Clinches fists) Walter: (Now appearing to be slightly intimidated) Now. Now. There’s no need for violence here…. Is there David. David appears puzzled. Melanie approaches the group. Melanie: (Looking at Walter from his right side) I’m not sure why you are trying to drag David into this. Walter: (cutting off Melanie) You got involved by coming here asking him to join in on your little “war”. Don’t turn this around. This man deserves to…. Logan cuts him off. Logan: Save it pal. I can smell the deception on you. It Stinks! I can smell the scent of your goons that tried capturing me. We will just say it didn’t go as planned. Walter swallows hard. Mystique looking like a regular human walks up. Mystique: I’d say that you do good work. Melanie: Who are you? Mystique: A third option Walter looks around at the scene they are causing in the bar. Walter: Look, we are starting to draw attention. Why don’t we go somewhere else hmmm? Logan: I’m not going anywhere. (Claws slightly protrude out of his hands. Showing he means business) David is now staring at Logan’s claws. Walter: There’s no need for that. The intensity in the bar is building. David feels it and it begins to affect him. The devil with Yellow eyes appears at an empty table off to the side of the scene taking place by the bar. Cary is the first to sense that the entity is there. He begins to shiver with fear. He walks off without anyone noticing. David: Look there is no need for all of this we just want to talk to you. Logan: Yeah well bub I hate to disappoint you. But I don’t talk too much. Lenny appears behind David and strolls up to him. Lenny: Listen to this guy. He thinks he’s so tough. Guess he doesn’t know your more cracked up than bar peanuts. Guess he doesn’t know you can turn his brain into soup (she says touching the side of David’s head.) David: (out loud) Quiet! Everyone looks at David. Then Logan looks back at Melanie. Logan: What’s his problem? Lenny: Maybe I’ll just leave you and latch on to him. I could use his aggression that is clearly building up in that pint sized little body. Off to the side Cary pulls a fire alarm. The regular people began to scurry out. Walter: Okay. I’ve had enough of this. More soldiers dressed in black carrying M16s come into the bar. Logan puts his cigar out on his forearm. David notices that it’s already healing. Lenny pulling herself out of a mirror behind Logan sits on a stool. Lenny: Me too let’s all go crazy and uh start killing people. Logan looks back at her then back at the group seemingly very confused. Logan: Okay…. Who the heck is she? David: (Scratching the back of his head) Ummm very bad news. Walter: Hmmm well that will have to wait won’t it. Seize him. (Gesturing toward Logan) Logan roars and let’s out his claws. He begins stabbing man after man. David begins using his mental powers to slow down the slaughter. Many men were on the ground when Logan turned his sights on Walter. He advances toward Walter when the devil with yellow eyes appears between them smiling. Logan: What are you!?! David: No! I’ve had enough of you! (David begins using his telepathy to scramble the demon’s mind) The Devil with yellow eyes screams at David and runs at him jumping back into David. Logan: Holy crap. Logan turns back toward Walter and extends his claws. He begins to head toward Walter again, but Sydney touches Logan making them switch bodies. Logan now in Sydney’s body roaring like he was going to stab Walter. Then he realized they had switched. Logan: (As Sydney) Seriously?!!! Melanie: Please. Tell us about you. I just want to speak with you. Logan: (sighs) My name is Logan Howlett. I am a member of the U.S. Army. I’m Canadian and a mutant. Much like you all are. Melanie: So Division Three learned of you through their government channels. Logan: Yes this is my first leave from ‘Nam and I’ve spent it all killing these poorly trained bums. Melanie: They were gonna turn you into a deserter? Logan: (chuckles) Then you don’t know Division Three’s involvement in the government. Mystique: Which is why I’m here as well. I know a very powerful mutant looking to put a stop to not only division three but humans pursuing our kind as well. We are special Logan. (Turns to her blue flesh tone)We have to stick together and stop them before the next holocaust is Humans imprisoning mutants. Logan: I don’t have to do anything. I’m not anybody’s puppet. Okay? Now if you excuse me I have to report back to my base so I can ship out. Melanie: When your service is over…. Please give us a call. We can help you. Logan and Sydney switched back. Logan now in his own body, still talking wasnt no longer looking at Melanie. Logan: (pointing finger at Kerry) I dont need any help. (Logan confused lowers his finger.) But him.(Looking at David) He needs help. Seriously bub, find a priest or some frickin thing to deal with that problem of yours. David kind of smiles shyly. And gestures with his right hand. David: Yeah we are kind of working on it. Logan: mmm. Scene 5: Walter sitting in a U.S. army base meeting room at a steel table. He’s talking to someone who is cloaked in shadow. Walter: Look this man. This Logan. He’s a lost cause. His temper is out of control. He just wants to kill. He doesn’t listen well. His healing abilities are amazing. He still is a lost cause. I mean he’s…. He’s…. The man steps into the light. He’s young but in a higher rank. The name on his olive drab army suit read W. Stryker. William: He’s perfect….(stepping toward a window looking out onto the base) He will be the cornerstone of my program. He will be the face of....Weapon X. Scene 6: Mystique has chosen to take temporary refuge at Summerland in hopes that they may become alies. It's almost time for bed and all are heading to their respected sleeping quarters. Melanie: I hope you will find the bed comfortable. Mystique: (smiles) It will be nice to be using the same bed for a consecutive number of nights.... It's been a while. Sydney: Well I know that I'm happy to have you hear. I look forward to getting to know you. Mystique: (Thoughtfully) That might be nice.... David: Welcome Mystique. It's very nice to have you here. Well I'm kinda tired. So I'm just gonna go.(David pointing toward his sleep area) Mystique: Sweet dreams demon boy. Well I guess I need to turn in to ? Melanie: I think we all do. We have a big day ahead of us. The lights cut off. David closes his eyes and falls to sleep. He is now in a dream world. The world looks like a memory of his childhood room. Lenny comes in the room behind him. Lenny: Look at you still playing team member. They don't care about you. And that guy today... You should be more like him. A lone wolf ripping through everything. You have the power to lay waste to anything. To create a new utopia for your kind. To be the true ruler of this world. And you do Nothing! Lenny changes form into the Devil with yellow eyes. David falls onto the bed in the fetal position. Devil with yellow eyes: Perhaps it's time I take the reigns for a while. David: No I won't let you. You can't control me. This isn't gonna be like last time. The room changes back the the room David had at the psych ward. He's strapped to the bed. Devil with yellow eyes: No.... It WON'T!!!!! David awakes the next morning with yellow eyes. End of episode

[smokeybrand]

Smokey brand Movie Reviews: Up An Asshole

So Venom is better than it had any right to be. Also, it’s a f*cking quandary, man. Like, straight up, Venom is not a good film. It’s not. But, at the same time, it’s not terrible. It’s the oddest sh*t i’ve ever experienced. There is a lot of good here. In theory, this should have worked and it kind of does but not really. Full disclose, i am approaching this as a thoroughly versed in the language of Spider-Man and his mythos. I know a great deal about the Venom character. In fact, he’s my third favorite Marvel character. Spider-Man, Dr. Doom, Venom, Captain Marvel, and X-23. Top five, right there. I’m going to do my best to be as objective about this review as possible but, understand, i am wildly biased.

The Good

The performances in this thing were really f*cking good. It’s rare that i see a flick where every major character gives it their all like this. In a bad movie. That’s the thing about this; I don’t know if it’s really all that bad. Independently, the components are mediocre to terrible but together, with an added lift by how great the leads are in their respective roles, this thing gets elevated considerably. it’s schlock, don’t misunderstand, but it’s schlock handled with care, love, and reverence which makes it more? I dunno, man.

Tom Hardy does his thing as usual. I’ve seen a lot of reviews saying this is the worst he’s been since his last terrible performance but that’s not the case. I don’t think those people actually understand the character of Venom. I don’t think they get that he’s a dark reflection of Peter Parker so, yeah, he’s gonna be quick in an edgelord, try-hard, kind of way which is exactly what Hardy gives you. Dude is one hundred percent true to who Eddie Brock and Venom are as characters.

Michelle Williams as Brock’s Ex-fiance (Ex-Wife in the comics) Anne Weying was phenomenal. She’s everything i wanted Mary Jane or Gwen Stacey to be in Sony’s Spider-Outings. Madame is intelligent, strong, and a force all in her own right. Plus, i mean, but dat She Venom, tho!

Rhiz Ahmed does a fantastic job as Carlton Drake. Seriously, he does insidiously sinister Elon Musk brilliantly. There was a quiet danger to this cat that just seethed with every second he was on screen. This is a man who knows he can destroy a person with little more than a phone call. His metered, subtle, insanity is just f*cking breathtaking to watch. Drake, as the main antagonist, would have been spectacular if he maintained a kind of Kingpin-esque level, someone who is just out of reach of our protagonist, as Brock tried to find a way to topple his entire regime. Think Lex Luthor. Bring in Cassidy to play the part of The Joker but with more slaughter, and you’d have a rather compelling narrative to follow through a trilogy of films, i think. But Sony dumb and blew their load on this one movie so we’ll never get to see just how smarmy of a sociopath Rhiz could have crafted with Drake.

The adaption of Lethal Protector for film was pretty dope. I like the liberties they took with the characters while still hearkening back to the comic origins. I didn’t think Venom could work without Spider-Man but it kind of does. There is a lot here to unpack for a first attempt but, as a first attempt? it got a lot right. There is a solid foundation to build something better on and that bodes well for the future. Unless this thing doesn’t make any money. it might not make any money...

The Meh

Everything is cohesive, for the most part. The pacing here is brisk but competent. You get from one scene to the next, all in service toward head-biting and tongue-punching. It’s not the most smooth in it’s stride but it gets to where it needs to, even if it stumbles more of then than it should.

The script was ehh. You can tell someone had some ideas and they are very apparent but the execution just didn’t do it justice. I don’t know if it was the overall plot or the characters, themselves, or the corny dialogue but everything felt just under good. Not pitch enough for me to say it stinks but nowhere near good enough for me to praise it.

The fact that this flick is PG-13 is a goddamn disservice. Seriously, there is, apparently, 40 minutes of raw, violent, footage left on the cutting room floor. This movie probably needed that.

The tone of this flick is mad jarring. I feel like if it was hard R but kept that rather sarcastic, nonchalant, tone, it would have been a better film overall. Not quite like Deadpool but more like Kiss Kiss Bang. I think this film’s strength was when it was calling out the absurd nature of it’s own premise. Which brings me to my net point....

The direction in this film is... wrong. Like, it doesn’t fit the film, you know? Ruben Fleischer, the guy who did Zombieland, helms this and he does a decent job. Dude sucks at directing action but the interpersonal parts, the actual character dynamics, are spectacular in this film. I particularly enjoyed the weird love (?) triangle between Eddie, Anne, and Venom. While i was pleased with what Fleischer gave us, i can’t help but feel like this was the perfect vehicle for Shane Black. HIS version of Venom would have been spectacular.

The Bad

The plot holes in this thing are ludicrous. There are entire subplots just dropped. Main characters are killed off left and right. There are rules established, things inherent to the logic of the world that was created for Venom, that are just thrown out the goddamn window for plot convenience. It’s f*cking insane

Riot is a flaccid antagonist. I understand you don’t blow your load with Carnage in the first film, but really? Riot wasn’t even good in the comics. Dude was a red shirt symbiote. Seriously, he gets consumed and amalgamated, along with, like, three other ones, into a D-Class antihero called Hybrid. If i’m not mistaken, Scream, a female symbiote from the same lot, is the only on that doesn’t get fridged by the end of that Life Foundation arc. To make him the big bad was ridiculous.

That climax was sh*t. I literally didn’t know what the f*ck was going on. Nonsense looked like a f*cking Pollock painting with teeth.

This movie looks like sh*t. The CGI is poor, man. Almost unforgivably so. This thing cost 100 million to make and it looks like it cost a quarter of that. There’s been a lot of comparison to Upgrade but for the money, Upgrade is a FAR superior situation. I can’t say if it was a better film overall but it definitely did the whole takeover thing just as good as Venom, but for a fraction of the budget. Hell, f*cking Life is a better looking Venom movie and it only cost 70 mil!

Why are all of the goddamn symbiotes named human things? The host comes up with that name in the comic. What f*cking alien even understands the English word “Riot”?

The Verdict

Overall, Venom was entertaining. There are a TON of issues, man, but i don’t think it’s as bad as everyone is saying. This sh*t ain’t Shakespeare but it definitely isn’t Batman vs Superman either. There is a lot to like and a clear path toward something better. I think, in the hands of a better director who understand how to execute this type of film, we could have something fantastic. Still, for what we have, it’s pretty decent. I’d say give it a chance. It’s mad entertaining and watching Hardy do his thing is more than worth the price of admission.