#me and my mom got breakfast at the pub before visiting my brother in hospital today and i told her all about the show

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im back watching the terrible cruise ship murder show i was liveblogging last night and heres some more notes:

i havent mentioned the show's intro yet but its exactly what youd expect it to be, both in style and budget. i have friends who have made much better videos on less of a budget and those videos were ship edits for holby city.

said friend showed me said videos whilst we were sat on a curb at like 9:30pm just before we were approached by police thinking we were lost children. we were in university

im beginning to adore the red colour filter over the ocean, unironically

showing a giant cruise liner docked at any small island really does not make the cruise ship look good. it towers over the island like its about to attack.

...you know, everyone laughed at isambard kingdom brunel for his big fuck off ship, we should bring that back.

oh hey, a case i actually know about prior to this show. im sure this will not highlight any flaws of the show going forward

#kai rambles #kai liveblogs #cruise ship killers #i unironically love this show now #me and my mom got breakfast at the pub before visiting my brother in hospital today and i told her all about the show #she did actually enjoy the infodumping for once because she also watches this kind of thing #im saving that conversation topic with my brother for when my moms not there to act as buffer because hes so hard to talk to #and hes somehow ended up on conspiracy tiktok and i simply just do not engage when he starts talking about putin body doubles #i genuinely warned his nurse about that as we were leaving because Its Not Fun #...also i think my mom lowkey wants to set me up with said nurse? as we left she was like ''i could see you with that nurse'' and on the #ride back she was talking about how nice his hair was and how his eyes seemed to sparkle and oh my god mom #shipposting

[sankt-brekker-the-demjin]

The Lockdown Letter Part 2 - Tom Holland x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: Before leaving back to Washington days before the quarantine, Y/N sends her best friend Tom a letter. But what he received was a folded, white blank piece of paper.

a/n: (gif definitely not mine) lmaooo!!! ive reached this level of boredom. stay at home, kid. stay at home.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

The next few weeks seemed all a blur. Staying inside the house for no reason, (although with a very important reason for this time) sounded like a dream come true for Y/N. It was Tuesday, and the sun was setting. She didn’t even realize what the dates were at that point), but she found herself getting bored. Her dad was still asleep in his room. So she decided to call her friends.

She dialed Tom’s number without realizing it and heard his groggy voice on the other end. Tom blinked at the morning light shining at him from window the window.

“Oof - I’m sorry, did I wake you?” She mentally slapped herself for forgetting he was in a different time zone.

“It's morning anyway,” he muttered, his voice heavy with sleep.

Y/N laughed at his state, but didn’t want to inconvenience him any further. She heard him shuffle in his bed, “Go back to sleep.”

“How are you doing?”

“Good.” She bit the side of her lips. It was half true, everything was fine; only a little bored at the very moment.

“How’s your mom?

“She’s fighting.” She told him about how her mother was getting better but was still being monitored, and how she couldn’t visit her until further notice. They were being updated daily by the doctors. She sighed.

“Tell her to get better already. I wanna meet her.”

She chuckled.

“But how are you...seriously?”

“I’m good. Just didn’t know what to do right now.”

It was his turn to chuckle lowly, the sound making her heart warm in delight. “Go watch one of those favorite movies of yours ... by that good looking dude you’re so in love with I don’t what’s his name.”

“His name’s Chris Evans.”

“Right. Yeah he always cheers you up,” he flipped to the other side of the bed, shoving his face to the pillow, “And since I’m not there to cheer you up with a hug, he will have to do.”

“I’m seriously way better looking than him though,” he added, his voice muffled.

“No way, mate.” She mocked his British accent. Y/N’s laugh echoed through the house, slapping the couch in amusement. Then a thought crossed her mind, and she felt her heart stopped for a second. She went quiet.

“Y/N?”

With everything that was happening, she had forgotten about the letter and its contents. She shifted on her seat, “Have you received any mail or ... I don’t know?” She shrugged; feigning indifference but her mind was racing.

“No, not that I know of, why?”

“Oh good.” She said more to herself. “Good good good good.”

“Is something wrong?”

“What, no. Why would you think that?”

Tom scratched his eyebrows in frustration. “I don’t know, you tell me. You’ve been acting kinda weird lately.” He sighed. “Is everything ok?”

“Yes, everything’s fine, Tom. My mom’s on a hospital, there’s a pandemic, the world’s ending - I’m jolly good.” She snapped back. She opened her mouth to say something but no words came.

He sighed. Neither of them saying anything for a few moments.

“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, “No, no. I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have pressed. I don’t...” he sighed. “I miss you though.”

“Yeah ... same.”

“What are you doing right now?” He asked softly.

“Lounging on the couch like a potato. We watched Gifted earlier.” She let out a little laugh and sniffed. “Dad's hanging out on the porch.”

“How many times have you seen that movie?”

“I lost count anymore.” She yawned. “I still bawl my eyes out like the first time I saw it. You should watch it.”

“Hmm. Maybe I will.”

“Really you should...” she groaned and propped her feet on the coffee table. “I like looking at Chris’ face.”

Y/N heard footsteps and the door opened. “I have to go my dad just came in.”

“Ok. Bye.” He hung up.Tom sat up and texted with his friends, Haz inviting the gang to hang out on the pub the minute the quarantine ends.

Y/N sent him a picture of her playing Chess with her dad and how he lost to her. His lips tugged to a smile. He didn't hear the door open.

“Ew. You’re so gross in love.” Sam leaned on Tom’s doorframe.

“Fuck off, Sam.” Tom chucked a notebook at him from his messy desk. Sam leaned away. He got out of the room and ate breakfast. He went out to help his dad by the lawn for the rest of the day before coming back to his room.

He heard her mother’s voice from Sam’s room next door. “Sam, clean your room. It smells like something died in here.”

“Mum!” Sam muttered. Tom laughed at his brother’s expense.

“Clean yours, too.” His mother walked by his door and pointed her fingers all over the room. “And get down for breakfast.”

“On it, mum.” He got out of the bed as she closed the door.

His eyes shifted to the unmade bed, shirts scattered across the floor, and his desk that resembled a dump. He sighed.

After a few minutes of cleaning, he patted his bed and went up to the door, noticing the notebook he threw at Sam earlier lying flat on the corner.

He picked it up and a plain white envelope with his name written on the side of flap fell off.

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