#parkerroos

[spideystevie]

girl was this meant for the main 😭😭

? yes 😭

[brettsgoldstein]

@sapphothetic tagged me in 10 songs ive been listening to lately ty bestie <333 i love putting ppl onto my music

f2f by sza

to the mountains by lizzy mcalpine

hot and heavy by lucy dacus

zoom by dnce

sore loser by ella jane

only the good die young by billy joel

heat lightning by mitski

jealousy jealousy by olivia rodrigo

maple syrup by the backstreet lovers

roddy by djo

tagging: @smfs @thekintsugikid @celestialtoy @parkerroos @stevebabey @starrazorr @postercalum

[hollandroos]

soph the blonde looks SO good on you you’re stunning

alyssa!!! thank you so much :’)) (also why wasn’t i following you?? thx tumblr)

[soulspideys]

mutuals as vines

@parkerroos: “cinderella, why do you want to go to the ball??” beCAuSe stePMoTheR, bALL is LiFE !

@acciopeter: uhh i just got a random burst of energy and uh i think it was my body’s LAST HURRAH before it completely shuts down

@dorkpeter: L E T ‘ S M C F R E A K I N L O S E I T – G E T O U T T A Y O M I N D

@liz-gayllen: not to be racist, but asiAN PEOPLE KSLGHLFDH

@almightyhollands: “release all the sounds trapped in your mind” AAAAAAAJKHGDKLGHJKLDSGH

[milleniumhan]

Christmas Shopping with Sam Holland! - Moodboard.

I’m tagging @parkerroos because I know she loves Sam and I love her a lot! Hope you don’t hate it though, I kinda do. 

Requests for moodboards + color swatches are open! Send in anything you’d like. <3 

[glowwithin]

to my sweet galentine, alyssa @parkerroos 💘

i made this moodboard a collection of your favourite things and hobbies and combine it with the fact that you’re a hufflepuff and your love for sam. hope you love it! 💖

[sunbisou]

s.h. dancing

sam’s favorite thing to do with you was to dance; anywhere, anytime. you never thought yourself a great dancer but just you loved how happy it made him.

- - -

one night sam put on his playlist, “chill”. the first song that came on was “Easy (Like Sunday Morning)”, your favorite. once you heard the song you smiled and turned around to see sam standing there ready to dance. you rolled your eyes and grabbed the boys hands. he pulled you close to were your noses almost touch. “you know i am still not a good dancer. even though i’ve danced with you like a bajillion times” you giggled. “it doesn’t matter, darling. it still makes me happy just to sway with you” he laughed. you rest your head on his chest and you guys just swayed back and forth to the song. sam sang a long to the song just loud enough for you to hear. his voice just practically made you melt. your smile grew wider when he kissed you on the head. “you know i love you right?” he said, his voice muffled by your hair. “i know! i love you too!” you knew that you loved him. you knew that he loved you. you knew this is all you needed. just your boy and you.

[lilsapphicmoon]

baseball!sam pitching & batting the best he ever has in his career and he’s gotten all the bases he’s tried to steal so his jersey and white pants are stained with the dirt all on the sides and front and his team ended up coming out with a win and he’s so excited and you’re so proud of him and your new lockscreen and favorite pic of u & him is with his arm around your waist & ur arm around his and you’re grinning with hat on & he’s kissing your head with his sweaty curls and stained uniform

:’) this is so cute omg

baseball!au day!!

[the-quackson-claxon]

Merry Christmas Lyss!! I love you, even though we don’t talk very much. You’re so sweet to everyone and god you’re gorgeous um so I’m just gonna stop before I start rambling, but know that I love you. @parkerroos

[heyavngers]

Spider-Man: Homecoming + Tumblr → @pparkerppeter @michelllemj @ned-leedss @liizzzzzzyyyy 

[spideywritings]

humble beginnings pt. 3 | tom holland

part one  part two

summary: the hard part’s over; you’re already apart of the family

a/n: this part’s more focused on tom and his feelings for “you”! harrison is my favorite third wheel. also i’m a sucker for parallelism. oh! and let me know if you want to be tagged :)

When Tom wakes up, it’s to the sound of glass mugs clinking together and cabinet doors opening and closing.

The first thing he notices isn’t Harrison smirking at him from the kitchen, but the massive crick in his neck and how the weight of your legs draped across his lap feels strangely intimate. You’re sprawled along the length of the couch, blanket covering  your sleeping figure while Tom occupies one corner, legs propped up on the coffee table in front of him.

His eyes burn from watching too much late night TV in the dark, but if it meant having you back in England, he’d watch as many movies and as many TV series as you wanted.

Gingerly, he moves your legs from his lap and onto the couch, taking a moment to appreciate you. A fond smile tugs at his lips as he realizes that you’ve gotten so pretty. Granted, you’ve always been pretty - both he and Harrison had agreed on that years ago - but something about seeing you so relaxed and comfortable, asleep on his couch, sends tiny goosebumps up and down his arms.

“Have fun last night?”

Harrison’s slightly groggy voice does nothing to hide his amusement as he attempts to shield his smile with the lip of his mug. Tom spins on his heel so fast, Harrison is vaguely worried that he’ll get whiplash.

“When did you get home?”

Harrison hums before setting his cup down to pour Tom a glass, shit-eating grin never faltering, “Around three. You two were already knocked out by then, though.”

Making his way to the kitchen after tossing you one last sidelong glance, Tom stretches his stiff muscles before taking the cup of tea with a mumbled thanks.

“What’s that smile for?” Tom asks, wary laugh on his lips.

To that, Harrison shrugs noncommittally and raises his eyebrows, “Nothing.”

Before Tom can question him further, Harrison’s gaze averts to the couch, where you’re sitting up, dazed and yawning. Despite your bedhead and slept in clothes, Tom can’t help but find you absolutely charming.

The thought catches him off guard for a second, but after a moment’s contemplation he decides he’s known he’s loved you all this time; he just kept shoving his feelings to the back of his mind for the sake of your friendship.

When Harrison addresses you, he doesn’t miss the adoration in his best friend’s eyes. Harrison knows him too well to not pick up on it. No matter how subtle or sly Tom tries to be, his weakness has and will always be you, and that’s a fact that Harrison is more than happy to live with; part of him is incredibly surprised neither of you have acted on your feelings yet.

But instead of meddling, he resigns himself to teasing;  he’s an avid believer that when you’re ready to be together, you will be and he’ll be the first to congratulate you two.

“Morning, love. It’s good to have you back.”

Tom doesn’t miss the subtle way Harrison emphasizes the pet name, nor does he miss the smug grin on his lips, poorly concealed by his teacup; it’s like Harrison knows.

He probably does, Tom thinks.

Your body, not quite adapted to the eight hour time difference, feels achy and tired, but your mind is alert as it registers Harrison’s voice. The familiar sound is like a shot of adrenaline as you shoot up from the couch cushions and run into the kitchen, crashing into Harrison’s solid body like a freight train.

“Haz! I missed you,” you pull away and hold him at arms length, assessing his bewildered expression. Forcing your lips down in a pout, you playfully pinch his arm, “You definitely didn’t call as much as you should have.”

Tom watches, contended smile gracing his lips, as the two of you bicker back and forth; he finds himself really liking how the apartment sounds more like a home with you in it. Speaking of home…

“Mum and Dad are coming over later with the boys, is that okay with you?” You turn your attention to Tom when he continues, “They wanna see you.”

Your insides melt at the mention of the rest of the Hollands; when you were growing up, they were your second family. If you weren’t at home with your own, you were with Tom, playing with his brothers in the backyard until after dark.

Stealing Harrison’s mug from his hands to take a sip - “Hey!” - you grin wholeheartedly, “Only if Tessa comes, too.”

And it’s in that moment when Tom knows. 

His parents love you. His brothers love you. Harrison loves you. Hell, even Tessa adores you.

His next thought kind of leaves him a little dazed, but he feels so right thinking it.

― I have to tell her.

He feels like the world’s biggest sap when he looks at you, and he doesn’t even try to hide the tenderness in his eyes. He can’t - nor does he really want to - stop his hand from moving to cup your neck, and he feels his heart do somersaults when your immediate reaction is to lean into his touch.

“She wouldn’t miss it.”

Tom’s hand is almost as warm as your heart as you feel it nearly beat out of your chest. Your worries about losing him because of the way you feel or because of the thousands of miles that separate your homes are completely destroyed; you feel a little silly for even thinking he’d ever leave you. An effortless smiles splits your lips when it finally dawns on you to take the leap.

― I have to tell him.

Both of you are snapped out your trances when Harrison clears his throat before loudly taking a sip - when did he take his cup back? - of his tea. Tom pulls away so fast it’s as if your skin is scalding.

Which isn’t far from the truth; your face feels like it’s on fire.

The three of you stand awkwardly in the kitchen before Harrison offers you an out, “Actually, can you help me? There’s this girl I’ve been talking to, but I think she’s mad at me and something tells me it’s because of something I said.”

He starts walking towards his room, and you follow without hesitation; anything to get you out of that mess.

“I bet, if you called me more, you wouldn’t have said something stupid to piss her off.”

Harrison opens the door to his room for you, quipping, “How long are you gonna give me shit for that?”

And as you reply with “as long as it takes to make you call more often,” Harrison turns toward Tom with a wink.

When Tom is sure you’re far enough into Harrison’s room, he sighs and slumps against the counter top.

“Oh, my God.”

He feels wound up and relieved at the same time. On one hand, he almost kissed you, but on the other, when he thinks of you spending time with his family and getting along so well with his best friend - his other best friend, you’d always insist - it feels so right.

part four

tags: @emrysaaryn @hufflepuffholland @apollos-love @davros2004 @muffinfangirl28 @starkintcrn @hiddlesjunkie @ladymercenarywithamouth @lupinlys @quacksontommy @brokenanxiety @songasold​ @fireismysaftey​ @siennarossi @dumpsterofsin

[spiderquackson]

Beautiful

[ghostavastarr]

🌻parkerroos here :)) can i get a moodboard of like fluffy nights with peter?? idk if they makes sense lol and can i get a headcanon request of dating fluffy clingy peter? thank you so much doll and congrats on your first 50!!

thank you so much! your moodboard is here and your headcanon is here !

want one?

[soulspideys]

mutuals as book characters

@acciopeter: annabeth chase

@dorkpeter: harry potter

@almightyhollands: radar from paper towns

@parkerroos: lacey pemberton also from paper towns

@liz-gayllen: sandstorm from warriors

[spideystevie]

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[sunbisou]

i feel like boyfriend sam would want to play with your hair a lot and be like really good at braiding and just brush your hair wow i want to date him