#opp: tommy

[the-bowster]

When I say I love mötley crüe. I love Mick Mars, Vince Neil, and Tommy Lee's wives.

[last-pages]

all i can say is thank god for madney being happy right now.

[scarletwitch1918]

The paul/machac match looks like they’re trying to kill each other right now

[twiishaa]

ᯓ★ the subtle art of outrunning your: a guide ｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ

sketch 004. the opps got a power up… this is not good

ᯓ★ here’s the masterlist!

💌 currently playing the rose fragrance, tommy february6

“yn, could you stay behind after class? i just need to talk to you about something,” your art teacher began as he flicked through his register. 

nervousness started brewing in the pits of your stomach— nervousness and confusion. what had you done? or, was it something good? did your gaslighting hard work pay off? 

the entire 2 hour lesson you were slightly out of it. by the end, your palms were sweaty and your head was swimming from trying to think of why he’d call on you like that. 

— 

it was just you and your art teacher left in the classroom; he cleared his throat. 

“so yn. i know as a teacher i shouldn’t pry into personal lives of my students but,” he started. 

what? 

“.. i’m aware you’ve been… seeing my son outside of school.” his eyes bored into yours. 

“sir, i haven’t been seeing your son, that’s-“ 

“he’s an artist i think, his stage name is ni-ki, i think?” 

oh! oh my god! 

unsure of how to feel, your face flushed in embarrassment. 

“i’m sure you know but i’ve been… explicit in saying riki shouldn’t date, so i can only assume that you…” 

your embarrassment turned to bubbling anger. “that i what? sorry, what are you suggesting?” your teacher looked taken aback. 

“i don’t want him going out with you— that is final.” 

trying to stay professional, you argued, “we’re both- riki’s in university. he- we’re not children anymore, we’re both over 18; don’t you think it’s a bit.. silly that you’re still trying to control his life?” 

your art teacher scoffed. “i don’t want him to be around an influence like you and i don’t want him dating around and that is final. quite frankly, i don’t see any potential in your work and i don’t see any point in scoring you more than i do now because good art has to have a good artist. i don’t think you fit that.” 

you slammed your hand on his desk in a fit of rage. “what?! what has my personality or my personal life got to do with anything?!” 

“yn, that is final. our conversation is over.”

seething, you stormed out of the art classroom. 

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[sapchats]

tubbo sayiing tommy doesnt like dream so he doesnt like dream either is on one hand respectable bc ive done that withmy friends fuck yeah your opps are my opps i got u . but on the other BE SO FR

[memeswithdrms]

actually every dream opp should die that would be the appropriate punishment tommy first in line

[sappymix1]

George straight up deciding to haunt his opps is crazy and made me respect him even more lmao

the picture of tommy and everyone with george in the background completely unaware living his life minding his own business made me cry its so fucking funny 😭

[mavcancees]

I see Bad streaming on a new server and I’m like “oh! That’s cool!” And it’s Tubbo’s server full of opps plus Foolish and Hannah. Apparently Tommy’s being added later this week and I am no longer interested

yeah realm. i honestly blocked it out of my mind

there's a hispanic smp and sylvee and shadoune are in it so i'll be watching that instead !

[se-dissimuler]

can't wait for the generational run jani's gonna have at ao destroying all of his ops on the way to the trophy. i hope grandpa (derogatory) never gets that 25th slam and his clown bestie breaks every bone in his body

R1: Tallon Griekspoor

R2: Nick Kyrgios

R3: Denis Shapovalov

R4: Tommy Paul

QF: why did i suddenly forget jannik’s opps

SF: Novak Djokovic

F: GIRL IDK

[purpleglitch]

remembering that tommy got an invite last year and only didnt get in because he forgot to check his dms to accept it,,,, he scares me the most cause i think the other opps will at least ignore them in game and talk shit outside of it but tommy is a wildcard to me and i wouldnt put it past him to try and talk to dream during the game 😭

i don't remember that stop stop i cant do this im gonna throw up, i felt shivers in my spine at that last bit PLEASE DONTTTTT, oh my god, someone distract him away from the internet for the next two weeks please i cant do this

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Sunflower, Book 1 Chapter 24

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: Flashback smut AN: Opps, I seem to have spilled a splash of my daddy issues. Let me mop that right up. Wouldn't do to be splashing that around Sally, now would it? One last fluff before I hurt you.

Masterlist AO3 KoFi ~~~~~<3

Sally sat in the back seat of the car watching the world go by while her mother watched Tom drive. The adults were strange, she knew that much. But her mom had always been a strange one. That’s what made her so much fun!

Mia had always told the little girl that she simply had to be strange in order to be the best mother possible for her. 

The new man in their life was strange too. But they were a good strange together. She liked it when Tom was visiting and hoped he would visit more often. She hoped one day he would do more than just visit. It felt like she had a whole family when he was there. 

It felt like she had a Daddy when Tom was there, just like all the other kids. 

“Momma?” Sally asked, lingering on the thought. “Is Daddy coming today?” 

Mia stiffened in the front seat of the car. That was something she needed to talk to Tom about still. “I texted him where to meet us for cake and presents.” 

“He’s going to come?” Sally asked hopefully.

“He said he would.” Mia added after a thought, “But you know how busy he is. He could get caught up in work or traffic.”

It killed her inside every time she had to tamper down her daughter’s expectations but it was better to cause a little disappointment now than have total heartbreak later. 

Ray had said he would come but that meant very little to Mia. Ray had said he would be there for Thanksgiving and Christmas the year before too but that didn’t make him show up. 

Tom knew Ray was invited but he didn’t know he was potentially meeting his wife’s ex-boyfriend today. It was a bit selfish but he had assumed she hadn’t heard a response back. It wouldn’t have surprised him, he had been married to Mia for a few weeks as of today and as far as he knew, Sally hadn’t had any contact with her father in those weeks.

“Tommy?” 

“Yes, Petel?” Tom answered absently, focusing on the road and following the directions his phone was giving him.

“What do you do for work?”

“I’m an actor.” Tom answered simply, turning down a dirt road. They were almost there now.

“What’s that?” Mia smiled at Sally’s question.

“It means I get paid to play pretend so other people can watch it.”

“In movies?” Sally leaned forward in her seat. “For real?” 

“Yep, in movies. And TV shows, for real.” Tom enjoyed her simple amazement.

“A lot of them?” Sally asked. 

“I did four movies this year.” Getting to brag about his career to a newly five year old shouldn’t have made him this proud but it did. Oh boy, it made him as proud as it did to tell his own mother. Glancing over to Mia, he took in the look of surprise on her face. “I didn’t get a Marvel contract totally out of nowhere.”

“Like, in the movie theaters?” Sally asked.

Tom chuckled at the question. “Only one here so far. It’s in theaters right now ”

“Can I watch it?” Sally asked.

“It’s not really for little kids but maybe I’ll show you some clips from it tonight if your mom thinks it’s okay. It’s a superhero movie and I play the bad guy.”

“But you’re not a bad guy!” Sally was enthralled with the idea. “You don’t look like a bad guy!” 

Tom laughed, commenting on the magic of movies.

“What about me?” Mia asked. “Can I watch it?” 

“If you want?” Tom was surprised. 

Mia had stayed away from the topic of his work for a lot of their conversations. He never considered that she was putting on a show of disinterest. He had assumed she simply didn’t care to know more.

“Will you take mommy to the movies on a date?” Sally piped up from the back, dissolving into a fit of giggles over the idea. 

“Sure will.” Tom winked at Mia as she blushed. Finding her hand with his, he pulled it to his lips while focusing mostly on the road and placed a slight kiss on the knuckles. Sally ‘awed’ from the back and giggled some more as she watched her favorite fairytale play out. 

Mia wasn’t sure she could survive a day out and about if Sally was going to encourage Tom’s antics. The day was already in danger of feeling far too much like a day out with her boyfriend than some guy she’s only known for weeks.

Was that such a bad thing though? After a few weeks, wasn’t it okay for her to consider their level that of a early boyfriend level? What if it was okay?

~~~~~<3

They pulled up to a ranch and parked. Horses grazed on hay bales scattered around the desert grass pastures. 

“Tell me you didn’t buy her a pony.” Mia demanded threw clenched teeth and a forced smile.

“I didn’t buy her a pony.” Tom whispered in her ear as he wrapped an arm around her waist. This wasn’t on the list of possible activities he had run by Mia. “I bought a family pony ride and lessons. Is that better?”

Mia relaxed and let a smile slip, “Much.” 

Sally was eager to meet the horses and soaked up every instruction given with rapt attention. They were each given their own instructor and each worked on very different things, matching their abilities and age. 

Tom mostly acted as a tool for the instructors to demonstrate positioning and movements with. Mia could see his head grow three sizes under their praise and fawning even at a distance.

He had a foundation of riding though of a whole different style. Mounting on the bulky western saddle was awkward for Tom who was used to the sleeker English saddle. It was disorientating to be in a western saddle with so much between him and the horse. He had quickly become a proficient rider while working on War Horse but everything felt different with the different saddle, making him feel somewhat like he was bumbling along. 

When he accidentally kicked the horse into a trot trying to get a little more get up and go out of him, he found himself getting uncomfortably close with the horn on the front of the saddle.

That’s fine, he told himself as the pain caused him to lean forward, bracing on the horn and groaning in pain, trying not to double over. He wasn’t using that for a good while longer still it seemed anyway anyway. 

Sally’s giggles carried far as she was walked around the large arena, unaware of the pain Tom was in. The instructor was leading her mule through a lumbering slow walk as she instructed Sally on different ways to hold her arms and practice her balance. 

Between him and Sally was Mia. She was a sight on the mule she had been assigned. Sure, he had booked horseback lessons but they had said the mules were better for first timers. Looking down at his own mount’s short horse ears, he was feeling a bit left out of the long eared club. 

They were a cross between horse and donkey, the instructors had lectured. Tom soaked up the information as they were tacking up. It fascinated him that crossing the two resulted in such a functional animal, superior in some ways. They had learned that mules were far more hardy than horses, able to carry more for longer and less prone to losing weight. They ate fine on the desert grasses of Nevada and even tended to live longer. 

Mia was instantly in love with her assigned mule. Tom was pretty sure she’d have fallen for any mount assigned but kept that to himself as he took pictures of her rubbing ears and kissing snoots with the sun lighting up the warm gold in her brown waves. She shone like a beautiful sunflower in the desert. It was a picture he never wanted to forget. 

As she rode, the soft breeze played in the waves that spilled out under her helmet. Tom was struck again by how beautiful she was. It was something that floored him time and time again.

“I wish someone would look at me that way.” The instructor’s voice brought him back to reality. He hadn’t realized he had gotten lost in the view and came to a total stop. “How long have you two been married?” 

“Few weeks.” Tom answered. 

“Newlyweds.” The instructor smiled as she set out a course of cones. “I hope someday someone looks at me with that much love. She’s lucky.” 

“I’m the lucky one.”

~~~~~<3

Mia hated to admit that Tom had made a good call. Sally had loved the lesson and even more offensive to her, she had enjoyed it too. Sally was already asking for more lessons and Tom, having learned his lesson well, was noncommittal, leaving it in Mia’s hands to give a final ruling on, though he was sure he could swing it. 

He would have loved nothing more than to book a lesson package for the both of them but with Mia’s ever changing schedule, it wasn’t something he could take the lead on even if he wanted to brave Mia’s wrath. Mia put the idea down, at least for now. She feared having Sally get invested in a hobby and then not being able to continue it.

~~~~~<3

Tom was quick to change into his swim trunks when they returned to the apartment. He washed the horse dirt off his hands, arms, face, and neck then called it good. 

“I’m going to go set up.” He yelled through the apartment, waiting for acknowledgement before closing the door behind him. 

Sally was taking a quick shower while Mia gathered what few pool toys they had. Tom had already taken down the inflatable toys and the pump for inflating them. 

Mia stood in front of the large mirrors and tried to admire herself in her bikini. She wondered if anyone other than models felt good in a bikini. Maybe not even them. Over the years, she had tried to take pride in what her body looked like. The stretch marks that shimmered just above her hips told a story of creation. 

Mia was thankful at least for the under wire in the bikini cups. She couldn’t will her stomach into being perfectly flat or firm but she could prop her breasts up the same way a good bra did.

As Sally called to have the water shut off in the shower, Mia threw on a silk dressing robe. She hardly wore it but it felt good against her skin. She couldn’t wear it in the pool but at least she’d have it to hide in until she got into the water. 

“Is dad here yet?” Sally asked as she wiggled into her swimming suit. 

“Not yet.” Mia didn’t want to tell her that her father hadn’t answered a single text message all day. 

~~~~~<3

Tom arranged balloons and presents on the table. Nothing grand, most purchased either by Mia or with her approval. Tom was able to negotiate his way into buying her a bicycle but that had taken some work on his part. That was no pony but it did have a soft unicorn horn on the little basket hanging from the handle bars and rainbow light up training wheels. 

Mia had told him that Sally didn’t yet know how to ride a bike. In a selfish corner of his heart, he hoped he would be the one that got to teach her. He knew it was something typically considered a father’s task. 

Her father. It was easy for him to forget that Sally did have a father. 

Tom stood up from the table where he arranged the pizzas that had just been delivered as he pondered the man he had hardly given a thought to in the last few weeks. 

Mia had told him that she had inviting Sally’s father so it wasn’t like he was being blindsided. She couldn’t say how much, if anything, he knew about Tom’s presence in their lives though. Mia hadn’t said anything about Tom but the press had pictures of Mia and him together. 

They didn’t know how he would react finding another man in Sally’s life, planning birthday parties and buying bikes. Tom selfishly took pride in the fact that, at least in his eyes, he was filling a role Sally’s father had left vacant already, even if in such small ways. 

He wanted to fill that role in much bigger ways too. 

Tom wanted very much to drop everything and call his mother for advice. She would know how to navigate this situation, he felt it in his bones. His brain though, ever so much more logical knew that the odds of his mother being able to help him navigate the relationship between his wife’s ex-boyfriend, himself and his step daughter in America were minimal at best. 

~~~~~<3~~~~~<3~~~~~<3~~~~~<3~~~~~<3

The sounds of her moans as he moved within her were sweeter than any wine he had ever drank. She was surrounded by him and him, by her. The scent of her shampoo was thick as he rested his head against her shoulder for a moment. 

He was panting as he focused on staying up right. This wouldn’t be his best performance, he knew that. Later, he would make it up to her. Now he was chasing his need and just hoping he hit the right spots. By the sounds she made, he wasn’t doing a half bad job of it at least. 

He peppered her shoulder with wet kisses as he reached down to hook her leg with his arm, pulling it higher and changing the angle of her pelvis.

“Oh, fuck.” He moaned as a deeper moan poured from her throat. Whatever he did, it was good for them both. 

~~~~~<3 Tag List: @winterisakiller @alexakeyloveloki @jennyggggrrr @dangertoozmanykids101 @tilltheendwilliwrite @tinchentitri @wizardcherryblossom @kats72 @buttercupcookies-blog @violethaze @soulpiercing @evedia @princess-ofthe-pages

[onscarlitos]

Tommy Paul is sincaraz’s ultimate opp

[nomsfaultau]

Daily ask №16!

A mashup of random questions edition!

I've seen screenshots from a discord server with all of the fault characters in your posts. Is it like a private rp server where you roleplay? Do you roleplay with friends? Am confusion

What is each character's and yours favourite weather?

Headcanoning that Evil english would just be slang. From all centuries combined. So like. "Hii, how goes't doing? We sh0ulda sl@y on dis mew1ng rendezvous cuz YOLO n me fam iz gonna bee there. Omg did ya 1nv1te that anti-skibidi loose woman with negative rizz 2?? Damn, ur a real hater." (Hi, how is it going? We should try our best at this gym session because you only live once and my friends are going to be there. Oh my god, did you invite that childish ugly prostitute too? Wow, you are a real asshole.). Like, can you just imagine Wilbur actually speaking like that? Just.. casually? Sounds great to me. (I dare you to try and write a sentence in that style.)

Which any characters from Fault would you want to have as plushies? What types of plushies would they bee, do you think? (Tommy as a weighted plushie because of that drawing on him sleeping on Phil and them both being in denial about his size?)

Are you going to participate in the artfight this year? If yes, then account link maybe?

1.It’s from a small scp server with irl friends. The plot lines were crazy. It’s been dead for over a year, but I’m the funniest guy alive and wanted to share the highlights.

2. I personally like the wtnv weather, and thunderstorms. Tubbo hates rain and wind and cold for bee reasons. Actually I think all of them hate the rain, Tommy gets worried about contamination, The Blade takes forever to dry and smells awful, Wilbur rarely had a roof over his head. Phil’s probably fine since he can just evaporate it and has nice wings for umbrellas. But he personally likes when it’s scorching, since he likes sunning himself like a lil lizard. The Blade likes the wind, how it ruffles through his fur and allows him to smell really far which is good if Foundation goons are coming. Wilbur goes for overcast days, since too bright can sometimes limit the effectiveness of the void. Also a very slight wind, not too much to move its hair from blocking the void but also enough that movements beneath can be handwaved as a breeze. Tommy prefers colder weather, since he wears sleeves a lot.

3. Oh God. Yes I think Wilbur could deffo speak like that, since I think a component is distinguishing between modern and archaic terms since otherwise it would have a very different speech pattern. Wilbur would know what skibidi means even if I don’t. Let’s see.  

“Okay bit of a red flag but an oomfie of mine was rbing from someone who’s moots with the F*und@t10n. Like do they NOT know they’re my opps w straight up ohio level rizz ifkyk. Kinda sus ngl. I’m going to unal1ve them since I’m in my villain era and quirky like that.”

Poor Phil is completely and utterly lost. Tubbo could keep up a little because they have grandkids.

4.I want a The Blade plush sooo much. So incredibly fluffy. I think he’s one of the reversible plushies where the other form is a blood splattered Blood God. Tommy should be a little chibi head with the weight to it so kids can chuck him at each other and get in trouble with their mom. Tubbo too and they have little charms attached, like some bees and little representations for the Hive. Phil is in dragon form, super long, and has a wire so you can position him in loops and what not. Wilbur is frowning in a cute way and the void is a pocket where you can store snacks and whatnot. 

5. I’m not really sure what art fight is! :D

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Arthurs Sacrifice part 1

Realized I never posted 1 or 2 on here. Opps. ADHA for ya.

Arthur finds out he has an 18 year old half Italian daughter from his first love. Tommy see's it as an opportunity against the Italians but her lover may be a bigger problem then they all expected.

Chapter 1: Prologue plus Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Prologue

Arthur had fallen in love before the war. Maria Amato had been out walking with Greta Jurrosi and Tommy when he’d been flagged over by the river. Arthur was smitten before she even extended her hand. She was as delicate and tiny as a toy ballerina. At 5 feet no inches to his 6 foot frame he instantly wanted to protect her. She also had a sharp wit and would match her interest to his. She had been patient, kind and amourous. He’d loved her for a year and she’d promised to wait for him.

When he came back he’d found out she’d left the country and she’d married. She had written him a single word not even to tell him she was no longer interested.

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Chapter 1 Arthur stood stunned, too shocked to speak. His whole world was caving in on him. Linda was in tears, her fists clenched in rage begging for an answer. She paced Tommy’s expansive wooden office like a caged tiger.

He didn’t know until 18 years later that his first love, Maria, had passed and kept a secret from him. A little half Italian girl sitting on a couch in Tommy's den, was his teenage daughter. She stood at 5’2 if he was being generous. Looked just like her mother. Delicate, soft and sweet.

Filomena Giordano had brought a letter, a birth certificate and a small bag with her to Arrow house hoping for a home and a family. Arthur felt helpless. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined all this. Nothing could have prepared him for the news that Maria had left intentionally when he’d gone to war. Taking his child to Italy, marrying another and raising HIS girl never caring enough to mention why.

“I want an explanation Arthur!” Linda bellowed in pain. She stood before him begging him with her sorrow filled eyes. He felt her pain.

How could he give anyone answers to questions he had himself? He just shook his head looking back and forth from his daughter to his wife.

They stood in Tommy's office frozen in time. You could hear people breathing; the room was still and unnerving. John poured some whiskey but dropped the lid roughly on the table, causing everyone to jump.

“John, no.” Tommy said, breaking the silence again.

Arthur walked in front of the girl, his little girl. He felt lost, robbed and anger started building. He could deal with anger. It was familiar to him.

There before him stood a carbon copy of his first love. She’d been a friend of Greta, Thomas’s first love. They hadn't initially hit it off, however she was the first woman who had made Arthur believe he was smart and capable in life.

Maria Amato, she’d quit writing when he’d left for the war. He hadn’t been surprised. A lot of men got dumped after they enlisted or were shipped off. He understood she didn’t want the pain or fear that he might not come back.

Instead she’d apparently gone back to Italy and disappeared. His math wasn’t wonderful, but the 18 year old girl that stood before him would have been a trip to Italy…..his child.

She’d never told him about and raised with another man. Now Maria was dead, the girl homeless and her stepfather enraged. Apparently Maria had married him in Italy, hence why Arthur never met the girl. Probably had been convinced the girl was his but upon her death bed had written a letter of confession crashing all their lives together.

Filomena Giordano…Shelby.

“I….I…” He stumbled looking as helpless as the little women in front of him. She’d apparently gone to the betting shop looking for work and answers. Tommy had recognized her face, like her mother’s, and immediately brought her to his home for an emergency family meeting.

She was nervous, crying and clearly uncomfortable with all the emotion. He’d wondered what kind of life she'd had. She was sitting on the couch in a ball, slapping at Polly or Ada’s hands when they tried to comfort her. She kept looking at him with those soft saline filled brown eyes. Her pain was searing through his heart.

“Someone needs to say something!” Linda demanded exploding into righteous anger. She’d found out with Arthur but was less forgiving toward the situation. Linda had just given birth to their son Billy. Hormones were still raging and the situation wasn’t helping.

“This was a mistake. I’ll figure it out.” Filomena, who barely reached his chest, got up to leave. The Shelby's shuffled to block her. She stumbled back and was caught by Arthur whos’ large imposing frame tucked her into him nicely.

“Your family, you belong with us.” Arthur said in a steady voice. He’d deal with Linda later. Polly was upset, muttering in Romany. John and Tommy were amused. This was going to be a shit show.

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[15ktherapy]

Question—noo that’s not right- request. Can someone tell me what the oppsgiving dinner picture is and also explain to me all the opps the only photo I saw was like tommy and one other guy like was that it Orr what. I need it explained to me I’m so out of the loop

[multitrackdrifting]

Peaky Blinders, despite the funny ass name is peak british teleivision just going by the innumerable opps that Tommy Shelby has.

He has fought:

Germans ? (WW1, prior to the start of the show)

A bloke who rigs horse races

His majesty the King (by instigating dissent in poorer parts of England)

Winston Churchill and his hired gun

Russian Aristocrats that fled to England

American-Italian Gangsters

The Economic League (British Anti-Communists)

The British Union of Fascists

The Billy Boys (apparently Protestant extremists who hated Catholics, from Glasgow)

The fucking IRA

He goes from just a regular gangster in season 1 to the house of commons in season 5 which is hysterical.