#tom cruise dirty imagine

[malavera]

“You forgot I was young, once?” — Tom Cruise +18

Summary: You teased Tom for being old, you joked how his knees would crush if you were to ask him to eat you out. Tom felt belittled, challenged, so he wants to prove you wrong.

Tags: No plot, pure Smut, oral f/receiving, FingerFuck, Squirting, the use of a word “kitten”, Agegap (Reader is 26, Tom is 59) THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND +18 READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

tagging: @deanscroissant @tomsf18 @moondustfairies @helloitstsyu @call-sign-shark @love2write2626 @back-tooo-black

"What are you saying, baby?”

“Nothing.” You bit your lip with a sly smirk.

“Oh, you were saying something. Something about how I couldn’t give it to you just enough? Are you testing me?”

You and Tom had just started dating. You both wanted to take it slow, means… You haven’t done anything. You’re a young blood, while as dramatic as it would sound, he’s lived a lot of life. Being a young blood, means being a kid. You love teasing him about his age, about his stamina, that ends up with him challenging you to do some workouts with him at the Gym in his house.

But this time? It’s different.

Tom have been thinking about this comeback for a while. He understands how he has a jokester of a girlfriend, but sometimes… He just wants you to shut you mouth with something.

“Well… I know for a fact, that after you’re giving it to me goooodd… You’re gonna be falling asleep on my boobs.” You teased.

“And, no offense babe.. Don’t you think you will crush your knees if you do went down on me?”

You watched as Tom suddenly gets down on his knees in front of you, you were taken aback by his reaction but the smirk never leaving your face as for Tom, he’s looking at you with an expression that says you are unbelievable and you’re going to regret it.

Tom didn’t waste any more time and thank god you were wearing a pleated white skirt that he likes so it gave him easy access. His hands went to caress your shaven and smooth legs, eyes never leaving yours before he put his soft lips against your leg. He left kisses up from your legs to your knees, grazing your skin a little bit with his tongue.

“What are you doing, Tommy?” You gulped, trying to keep your cool.

Tom didn’t answer instead he kept his eyes on you and proceed giving you kisses. Your legs were pressed against each other though soon Tom slowly spread them, drawing the hem of your skirt up to your thighs as it is a little too short. Tom continued to give you kisses but this time its on your thighs. His thumbs pressing on each thighs while he leaves kisses on top of it.

Your favorite kind of affection to receive, is when someone gave your thighs full of attention and love. That is why you’re sitting there with your nails digging into the palm of your hands, your bottom lip tugged by your teeth. You could feel yourself getting soaked as it started to pool in your panties, soon you felt Tom’s breath getting closer and closer towards what you need the most.

You whimpered, and that made Tom halted his movements and looks at you from his lashes with a raised eyebrow. A smirk slowly showed on his face before he pushed himself slightly upwards just on top of your tummy.

“What’s wrong, sweets?” Tom slightly tipped his head to the side. “Did I do something wrong?”

“N-nothing..”

“Cat got your tongue, kitten?” Tom smirked before he hunched your skirt up to your waist and rip your panties off from your hips. You gasp at the sound of your favorite navy blue panties being torn, you and your smart mouth was about to protest but before you could even do that, Tom shoved his mouth towards your glistening pussy. His tongue teases your clit, before it goes on to play around your pussy lips.

“Ohhhh…” You moaned, throwing your head back against the cushion. Tom could feel the way your pussy throbs, needing more attention. Of course, he would never stop. He wouldn’t stop proving a point. You whimpered when you felt his finger tease your hole, without further a do, Tom shoved his finger inside your cunt—his tongue never leaving your clit. You gasped even more once you feel him thrusting his finger in and out of you.

His tongue is his weapon.

His big calloused hands are the ones that’s stopping you from shutting your thighs together. He’s spreading your legs as if you were a butter on top of the leather couch. You were panting, gasping, you regretted whatever you said minutes ago that sets him off. Again, he’s doing this to prove a point.

His tongue laps on your cunt like a kitten licking its favorite milk. He could feel your thighs vibrates in his hands, though no matter how many times you’re about to shut your legs together he would notice and adds more pressure.

“Ngh! T-Tom.. P-please, it’s too much.” You breathlessly spoke in between your moans. Your body wanted to stop while your brain couldn’t help but enjoy the euphoria that he’s giving you by licking your wet cunt. You’re practically dripping to the expensive leather coach.

“S-stop, Stop! I’m gonna-” You whimpered, “I’m gonna c-cum!” You yelped before you sprayed out your release to your boyfriend’s, perfectly sculpted by god, face. Your thighs vibrate, your legs violently shook, your panting’s never stop.

Tom gave your pussy one last stride by his tongue before giving her a kiss. His hands went to wipe his face off from your spray. Your chest still heaves from the orgasm whilst Tom was pushing himself off from the kneeling position to sit beside you.

“How’d you do that? That was so good.” You whined as Tom laughs,

“You forgot I was young once?”

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[thisisntmyrightera]

A stinky and dirty bar | Eddie Munson x Fem. Reader

Summary: Dustin use his smart brain for make you and Eddie have a date.

Words: 2,987

Note: English isn't my first language so i make my best.

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The blouses that you held in your hands danced in the air as you moved them trying to find your outfit for the night and then throw them away frustrated without finding the right one.

- Don't you think you should relax? - Nancy looked at you lying from your bed while holding a teenage magazine with Tom Cruise on the cover

-Relax? -You looked at her almost offended by her request while your hands were placed on your hip

-Don't do the same pose as Steve to give me a sarcastic comment, you should relax-she left the magazine on the bed looking at you while she sat against your headboard- you will go out with Dustin, a 14-year-old boy

-I'm not going out with Dustin on a date...- you sighed sitting on the bed looking at your reflection in the mirror - he... invited me to a place where...

-Where?...- Nancy narrowed her eyes suspicious of you

-To...-you sighed taking courage looking at her- to see Eddie with his band

-What? - her body gave a quick jump lying down next to you with a smile - let me understand something, you...Y/N the golden girl...well second golden girl - she looked at you holding her hand gently on her chest while she remembered her own school title - you will go to that stinky and dirty bar to see Eddie Munson play..

-He is my friend, our friend- you looked at her smiling

-Yes, he is our friend, we all love little Eddie but...- she laughed raising her eyebrows-Eddie...has something special with you that he doesn't have with me or with Robin don't you think?

-It's not true, it's... it's just that I know him a little more than you, like Robin and Steve, they are very close and...

-And you like Eddie - Nancy laughed giving you a slight push making you laugh while you swayed a little

-It's not that...it's just

-Then why do you get nervous not knowing what to wear? Do you remember when you went out with Steve because his date stood him up and he called you from the milkshake restaurant to accompany him... that day you were not nervous at all, on the contrary I remember that both of you were laughing and you looked very comfortable and anyone who could see you both imagined that Steve, the magnificent Steve was having a date with the beautiful Y/N...but

-But… -you looked at her-

-You don't like Steve...that's why you didn't care what others thought...on the contrary Eddie

-Nancy...Eddie doesn't like me.

-We don't know that, Eddie is always with you, if he goes to a place he calls you to go with him, if he learns to play a new song he calls you to listen to it, everything has to be done with you, otherwise it doesn't work , it is as if Eddie was created on the basis that he needs you to be able to continue living daily

-He never invited me to see him play, Dustin wants me to surprise him, what if Eddie doesn't want to see me? - You looked at her with your moist eyes while Nancy tilted her head with a crooked smile

-He has never invited you to that place because he doesn't want you to be surrounded by drunks, drug addicts and people who fight when their drunkenness doesn't let them think... he takes care of you too much and he will be very happy when he sees you in that place, pretty as always standing among a lot of people who haven't had a bath in days

-Nancy don't be like that, that's rude - you laughed hitting her with your pillow while you both laughed.

Hours later Dustin knocked on your door, your nerves made your stomach hurt but hearing the knocking made you even feel a little nauseous as you walked to open it, afraid that Dustin would notice your nervous face which changed to one of concern when you saw little Henderson wearing a Metallica shirt and without his iconic hat.

-You like? -Dustin smiled at you opening his arms and turning so you could notice his complete outfit while you pressed your lips holding laugh

-You look very... very according to the occasion Henderson –you laughed nodding approving his style-what about me?

-Pretty as always, as Eddie likes-Dustin erased his smile, realizing what he had said-I didn't say that

-I'll pretend you didn't say it - you smiled denying turning a little to see your mom who was in the kitchen - I'm going mom, I'll be back later - you smiled saying goodbye with your hand receiving a little sermon about being careful and coming back early while you went out and walked with Dustin through the dark streets.

After about 20 minutes walking and seeing for a couple more minutes the outside of the bar, both looked at each other hesitating to enter or better to leave, the parking lot was surrounded by old cars, motorcycles, some drunks and many cigarettes

-Are you... sure it's here? - you looked at him rubbing your hands nervously, not because of Eddie but because you felt surrounded by something you didn't know

-Yes...it's here - Dustin looked at the pamphlet where in big letters it said the name of Eddie's band and the schedule - that's Eddie's Van, he must already be inside - he smiled at you making his braces shine with the headlights neon that were outside

-Are you sure you can come in? - You looked at him curiously as you walked with him towards the door.

-Don't worry, I've got it under control - he smiled at you pushing the door full of band logo stickers to be greeted by a sound of guitars from the group that was already on stage, an aroma of cigarettes and beer surrounded the place and a couple of people who were near the door looked at you curiously from head to toe whispering a couple of things

-Hey, you can't be here - an older man with a big beard and sunglasses approached you both looking at Dustin - minors are not allowed to enter

-Sir, I would like to come in for a couple of minutes please... you see - the boy looked at you and then at the man smiling adorable - my sister's boyfriend is performing today on stage with his band and it is a great dream for me see it, I'm his number one fan - Dustin looked at you again hugging your arm

-I...no...-you looked at him sighing because the boy always found a way to get away with it and you smiled at the man – yes my...my boyfriend will play in a couple of minutes and my little brother He's a big fan of his band, he's always dreamed of seeing him on stage, I promise I'll take care of him and as soon as they finish playing we'll leave - You looked at the man giving him one of your adorable smiles making him settle down a little while drinking his beer

-Don't take your eyes off him, understood?

-Of course sir, thanks - you smiled at him and then looked at Dustin erasing your smile hitting him on the head - stop lying and always get me into those lies - you roll your eyes walking among the people trying not to touch them but the pushes and looks on You were unavoidable as you glanced from time to time at Dustin so he wouldn't leave your side until you both reached the side of the bar where people were hardly crowded.

-Do you know what time Eddie comes out on stage? - you approached Dustin's ear so he could hear you among all the noise of the place while he looked at his watch

-In about 10 minutes - he looked at you smiling excited.

Your eyes darted around the room, women with heavy makeup and tousled hair yelling at the band on stage, men drinking and shaking their heads to guitars in the background, all holding a beer or a cigarette in their hands. And you just held the drawstring of your bag with fear.

You could feel your breathing marked and sometimes slow, others fast while you passed saliva feeling the nerves again in your stomach and you bit your lip, what if Eddie doesn't want to see you there? What if...Eddie goes out with one of these girls, you wouldn't judge him, they are very pretty and like the type that he surely likes.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a couple of bottles breaking and two guys fighting on the other side of the bar while the man with the big beard and sunglasses with the help of another pair separated them and got them out of the place.

-Wow that's very metal don't you think? - Dustin laughed looking at you while you nodded just smiling at him with fear

After a few minutes the stage went dark, you could see the band that had performed getting off and approaching girls while drinking beer, making your head think again that you shouldn't be there.

-Look... It's Garreth - Dustin looked at you excitedly and then looked at the stage where you could see the boy sit on the drums and adjust a couple of things, after him the other two boys came out arranging their guitars but Eddie was nowhere to be seen side

-Are you sure Eddie will play? - you looked at Dustin while the boy nodded

-Yes, don't worry, you really look very nervous, nothing wrong will happen, we'll just see him play and...

The strong hit on the drums made you both jump and quickly turn to the stage to see the band play, this time Eddie in front playing while he look concentrated at his guitar, you knew that song, but where had you heard it...

Your nerves disappeared or maybe they became butterflies that no longer only moved in your stomach, but in your whole body, your eyes did not stop looking at Eddie, as he moved his hands on the guitar and his rings shone with the lights pointing directly at the stage

Dustin jumped and screamed with the people in the audience but your body did not respond to anything, it was simply frozen looking hypnotized and although you knew the boy on stage perfectly this time it was not like that, for you he was a star who you saw play his music and I was succeeding

- MASTER - the public shouted with the band making you jump a little and a smile formed on your face

Master of Puppets, it was the song that Eddie had rehearsed a week before and he had called you to ask if the notes sounded good while he was playing on the phone and you were listening while helping with the dishes.

The smile on your face didn't fade, even when you bit your lip you could still tell you were smiling and your cheeks hurt.

-You see it? YOU SEE IT? it's great!! -Dustin yelled as he jumped

You just nodded smiling without moving your eyes from Eddie, it didn't matter if your colorful blouse stood out among the dark or revealing clothes of the other girls, or if some eyes judged you for your peach lipstick and blushing cheeks, at that moment no one more existed in the place, just you watching and Eddie playing.

When the song finished and all the public began to shout your hands quickly began to clap but you lowered them quickly noticing that nobody else was doing it, only you.

-That was the wildest thing I've heard in my damn life - Dustin took you by the shoulders shouting euphorically making you laugh - did you see it? he is the fucking god of metal

-It's amazing - you smiled looking at Dustin feeling your heart jump like a drum

-Come, we have to go see Eddie - Dustin took your hand while he walked pushing some couple of people who turned around annoyed but calmed their impulses to hit him when they noticed that he was a boy

-Dustin no...sorry -you looked at a couple of people while you were still being pulled by the boy- I don't think we should go in...

-EDDIE! .- Dustin yelled letting go of your hand and running to hug Eddie while the two shouted and did their ''secret'' greeting

-What are you doing here man? how did you go inside? -Eddie laughed looking at Dustin while he wiped some sweat from his forehead

Your body was frozen again, looking around as girls came and went, some smoking and looking at you while they judged your youthful clothes.

-I brought someone with me- Dustin smiled at him moving to the side while he looked at you making Eddie erase his smile and look at you surprised to smile again later

-Sweethear what are you doing here-Eddie passed Dustin walking quickly towards you hugging you tight and lifting you a little off the floor while he spin a little with you on his arms making you laugh making your arms surround his neck

-Dustin brought me here- you smiled kissing his cheek

-Yes, I see that - he smiled at you, leaving you on the floor with a reddish tone on his cheeks-did you like the show? It's the song that I showed you the other day

-If I liked it? Eddie you are crazy, those were the best 5 minutes of my life, it was great, more than great, I can't find a word to describe how amazing you are on stage - you smiled excitedly without finding the right words making Eddie laugh looking at how you spoke quick, he knew you did that when you got more excited than usual.

-I would have liked you to see me play a little more, but more bands are performing today and we could only play one song - he smiled at you making a little pout and rocking like a little child making you laugh

-Don't worry... I can come another night to see you all play if... that's okay with you

-Is that okay for me? Sweetheart for me it would be perfect if you come to see me play always - he smiled looking at you, while you did the same, both remaining silent while several people around could notice the tension that you both emanated

-We can go? I'm about to throw up - Dustin looked at you making you two look at him and laugh

-Let's go boy - Eddie laughed disheveling his hair - I'll go get my things and help the boys, it won't be long - he smiled again walking looking at them to go with the rest of the band

-So? -Dustin hit you slowly with his elbow making you look at him

-So what? - you looked at him without understanding

-Are you ready to ''Obey your master?'' - the boy laughed winking while you looked at him without understanding what he was saying - like the song that Eddie played...’’obey your master’’...Eddie is your master. .- Dustin sighed rolling his eyes denying- you never understand my jokes

-Yes, I understood-you laughed hitting his arm-it's just that... I don't know...

-You do not know? by god Eddie is more than...

-Let's go-Eddie approached from behind, leaning on Dustin's shoulders, causing him to complain a little about Munson's weight and the guitar that he carried on his shoulder.

The three of you walked along the side of the stage while another band was already playing, making the crowd have the same reaction that you had seen before, some pushed you slowly without realizing it until almost near the door again, the man with a big beard and sunglasses stopped you

-Hey! you - the man approached making you quickly look at Dustin worried and take Eddie's arm and hand making him look at you curiously and blushing - are you this girl's boyfriend? - The man pointed at Eddie with his hand, which was also holding a beer.

- Um…yes…yes I am- Eddie nodded with his eyes wide open feeling a little afraid for the big and intimidating man

-Man that was great -the man approached bumping his fist against Eddie's fist making him smile relieved-you played that guitar like a fucking god mate, you're definitely good at this

-I...thank you - Eddie smiled excited looking at you quickly to notice that you were smiling too

-And that girl, take good care of her, you understood - the man pointed to you - she came to this place to see you play, that's brave, she must love you very much - the man put a cigarette in his mouth

-Yes I... I'll take care of her - Eddie smiled blushing trying to hide his face in his hair walking towards the door while you followed him without letting go of his hand and Dustin walked in front of you holding on laughing - can I ask what the hell just happened? - As soon as you left de bar and arrived at the Van Eddie looked at you knowing that something had happened

-Ask the midget, it was his idea - you laughed walking to get on the passenger side while Eddie stood in the back to accommodate his guitar looking at Dustin narrowing his eyes

-Don't ask, I've already done half the work to get you a date, Munson-  Dustin smiled sarcastically at him, getting into the back seat, making Eddie smile sideways

-Well Henderson, I think today we're going to leave you home early...

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[yeslieutenant]

Keep Quiet

Warnings: P in V smut, lil dirty talk, lil inappropriate behavior cause POOR NICK IS IN THE ROOM.

Word Count: 583

“This movie is stupid, Nick. Do we have to watch this one again?” I cry out, grabbing a small handful of popcorn and tossing it in Nick’s direction. He laughs, picking a kernel off the recently cleaned carpet and tossing it in his mouth.

“Don’t diss on ‘First Blood’! Stallone is an action man!” Nick defends, and I hear Jason’s deep laughter from the connected kitchen.

“He’s right, sweetheart,” Jason calls, still chuckling as he walks into the living room, three beers resting in his arms.

“Why can’t we watch something like ‘The Minority Report’? It’s got Tom Cruise?” I ask. “It’s got action!”

“Are you suggesting Cruise over Stallone? Blasphemy Y/N!” Nick cries, throwing himself onto the chair, his hand clutching his heart dramatically. More popcorn flies in his direction as Jason practically lays across the entire couch, his head resting against the armrest, yanking me into his chest before throwing a blanket over us. I curl against him, my nose pressing into his blue cotton t-shirt-covered chest as I take a deep inhale. He smells like home, like warm amber and pine, and I bask in the scent. The movie starts and I groan against Jason’s broad chest, and I feel it vibrate in a chuckle.

His fingers slide down my back, pushing under the hem of my sweatpants and panties to cup my ass. I lean up, my arms resting on his rising chest, my eyes glancing at his, which are still trained on the screen. I press a light kiss on his chin, feeling the stubble beneath my soft lips. His attention is brought back to me, and he smiles as his fingers tighten, giving my ass a firm squeeze. Jason leans forward, and I can feel his lips graze the shell of my ear as he whispers, just loud enough that Nick won’t hear, but I clearly can.

“Wanna play a game, baby girl?” I nod curtly, and his firm hands push my sweats down just below my ass cheeks, and his fingers slip between my folds, and I release a quiet groan into his shirt, hopefully muffling it enough that Nick can’t hear it.

“What kind of game here, babe? We both know I’m not quiet.” I whisper into his chest. He chuckles lowly against me. In favor of responding, his hands move to his hips, tugging his own pants down to release his cock.

“The hell you two doing over there?” Nick asks, what must be an oblivious laugh spilling from his lips as Jason shifts his hips to press his member between my thighs.

“Just getting comfy, Nicky,” Jason draws, his tone slightly breathy as he slips inside my already wet heat. My body reacts to him so much faster than it ever has with anyone else, so it’s unsurprising the amount of moisture that pools there. His callused fingers dance across my thighs, a small gasp leaving my lips as he presses in further, his length filling me up enough to make said gasp catch in my throat.

“Well get comfy quieter, dipshits,” Nick laughs, unaware.

“Not like you don’t have the volume on max anyways, Nick,” I say, trying to keep my voice level. I half expect Jason to tighten his muscles, his cock surging forward, but he doesn’t. He remains still, torturously so. His head shifts beside me, before he lips land on my ear.

“We’re gonna stay like this for the whole movie, baby girl. Try not to move too much.”

*****

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[catelyngrant]

it’s been *checks calendar* five weeks since my last damages crossover breakdown but I am back/still on my bullshit, same song, same verse, different fandom but a whole lot worse, etc!!! (absolutely no idea how I made it a month in the succession rabbit hole before this occurred to me honestly)

ANYWAY, Succession/Damages crossover, Patty Hewes vs. Waystar.

Post s2, Patty tracks down a handful of victims from the cruises and convinces them to file a civil suit against Waystar. She ropes Kendall into it. He is terrified but also in awe of her, she loathes him with every fiber of her being but plays him like a fiddle.

Let’s say this is set during s2-ish of Damages? Ellen still works with Patty but it’s post assassination attempt, so basically it’s them at their messiest. Anyway, Ellen is trying to play both Patty and Kendall and is trying to bring down both Patty and Waystar and it’s all very sexy.

So Logan despises Patty with the misogyny of a thousand white male billionaires and Brian Cox and Glenn Close get imaginary Emmys delivered to their doorsteps just from me imagining them in a scene together where Logan is basically foaming at the mouth but at least starts off pretending to be cooperative until Patty makes some charmingly condescending comment and then he storms out/breaks things/loses his goddamn mind at her while she just gives him a crocodile smile.

Gerri and Patty know each other - the club of super high powered female attorneys based in NYC is not a very large one - and don’t particularly like each other. Patty’s probably been sniffing around Waystar for years, and when Gerri finds out about the civil suit she goes home and drinks like five martinis in 30 minutes and considers moving to Bermuda.

Seriously though, Gerri “I don’t like mess” Kellman who at least pretends to play by the rules vs. Patty “I tried to kill my protégé to cover up my mess that involved at least one dead person and a dead dog but she survived and now she’s working for me again even though she knows I tried to have her murdered” Hewes??? In a situation where Patty is determined to not just win but to personally destroy Logan Roy, his empire, his legacy, and wipe him and his entire family clean of their fortune? Yeah, Gerri’s gonna have to get dirty or get out, and honestly I could see it going either way bc I think she values saving her own skin > winning, unlike Patty, but if Patty could take her down too, she might not have a choice but to get on her level.

Shiv is a disaster. She’s loyal to her dad but she also has always admired Patty, and they actually have a lot in common in that they sort of pretend to care about other people and in Shiv’s case she actually does think she has the moral high ground most of the time, I think? But they’re also self-serving and desperate to win. So Patty would be working the hell out of Shiv, and would probably enlist Ellen in that, too. Shiv would try to play both Logan and Patty and it would end very, very badly.

Patty would consider trying to turn Tom, but would decide against it because she wants to humiliate him and take him down, too. She does sic Ellen on Greg, who doesn’t exactly mean to end up on Team Patty but by the time he realizes how thoroughly he’s been played and how much essential info he’s given her he doesn’t really have a choice but to stick with her bc the Roys would kill him.

Kendall, of course, would start out all self-righteous and Patty would let him think that he’s the crusader here, etc., but that would only play out for so long. At some point he’d probably turn to Gerri or Frank (not Logan) when she casts him aside and he realizes how contemptible she really finds him and give them insight into how underhanded her methods are.

Roman - idk man, he’d be loyal to Logan and Gerri but he’d also probably have to excuse himself from a deposition or three to jerk off after watching Patty and Gerri in action against each other.

Ellen and Willa went to school together, bc why not? So Connor tries to make nice by inviting Ellen over for dinner and they have a very fucking awkward evening together in which it becomes clear to Connor that a) his family’s fucked, and b) Willa might be rooting for Ellen.

At some point Waystar tries to settle (Gerri, Frank, Karl, and pretty much everyone threatens to quit if Logan doesn’t make the offer) but a la Frobisher in season one, Patty is like LOL NO, so idk how it plays out past that...I kind of feel like Ellen and Shiv definitely will sleep together at one point only for Shiv to try - and fail - to stab Ellen in the back; Patty gets blackmail material of some sort over Roman and Gerri’s dynamic (she bugs their phones or sets people on their apartments or something) and that’s, uh, Not Good, and she probably also digs up the details on the waiter in England; in response, Gerri starts poking around Ray Fisk’s death and also begins trying to work Ellen, because she can tell that Ellen has an agenda of her own and might not be entirely opposed to bringing Patty down herself (reader’s choice if that works); Logan probably has a heart attack or another stroke at some point and Patty sends him a giant bouquet of flowers and he might actually die at that point; in the end it probably comes down to Gerri and Roman as the functional defense against Patty, with Ellen as a wild card (she’s telling Patty that she’s playing Team Waystar and Patty doesn’t believe it but thinks she can manipulate Ellen to her advantage anyway; Gerri and Roman don’t totally believe that Ellen only cares about bringing Patty down, not Waystar, but they also think they can use her against Patty; basically no one trusts anyone); Logan, Kendall, and Shiv are all furious but are making everything worse; Tom kidnaps Greg and they flee to Thailand and tbh they’re probably the only ones who get a happy ending.

Did I develop this entire concept because I actually short-circuited at the idea of Patty vs. Gerri? YOU BET I DID, honestly that’s the only part of this entire thing that matters the rest is just lagniappe!!!

#a TYPE? who ME??? #damages #succession #patty hewes #gerri kellman #ellen parsons #kendall roy #logan roy #roman roy #shiv roy #headcanons

[starbright-cobweb]

Tom of Finland (2017)

It's normal for Hollywood for adapt artist biopics in the 'visual style' of their imagery - rightly intuiting that the target market for the film is really fans of their work. This is not that.

It's dour, it's quiet - just like the life of Touko Laaksonen, better known for his gay fantasy illustrations under the name "Tom of Finland". More expansively, it's about the intense changes of 20th century gay life.

This is queer cinema done right. Touko has friends, family, a god-child, life partners and communities; his life is constrained, but still full. The horrors of queer life are neither underplayed to feel-good palatability, nor overplayed as tragedy: blips in a life that's mostly alright, all told, the way that most lives are.

And it's right about leather. Huw Lemmy recently described Cruising, accurately, as "homophobic but good", and compared it to the terrible depiction of leather in Bohemian Rhapsody. Let's unpack "homophobic-but-good". Cruising is a prurient, straight-made film of the 1980s featuring documentary-like footage filmed in real leather bars; it says "in this city is a dark, throbbing sexual underworld - dangerous, seedy, filled with hard, strong men and they want to fuck you, with bulging, muscled arms that can overpower you". And the thing about this is, it's the straight's worst nightmare - it's a profoundly homophobic terror - and also the thing about this is, "...oh do go on; tell me everything. I am quivering in my shiny, shiny boots". You can't misrepresent leather as deviant, hypersexual threat; that's part of its fantasy of itself. One can and should critique the reasons and ways straight creators deploy this imagery; but one will have a fantastic time doing so, scrutinising the work...in great detail...and considerable length.

Tom of Finland doesn't do this - it's a surprisingly nonerotic movie - because it starts with the gay subject as a person rather than a fetish. Leather is community and it is connection. Touko doesn't enter a forbidding, ecstatic sexual underworld; it's a bunch of guys in an average-looking bar, and they're all friends. The owner waves to him and chats about business. He signs some magazines. He's pleased yet discomforted by the liberated joy of the next generation which he can't quite allow himself. It's very much like bars you will have visited. Nobody looks like a Tom of Finland illustration because no human does. They look like men I've met.

Leather is community - and it's community formed around feeling strong and desireable, but that wider context is always present, that what these people are can never be beautiful or good back home. This is community for outcasts, and to be welcomed and among friends is political and homely far more than it is horny. Yes, cruising brings danger - but there's never any doubt about the source of that danger: primarily, cops.

The film touches on leather's role as informal education during the AIDS crisis; a launchpad for rising gay confidence; and a shared language. Touko of the 1940s daringly cruises by slipping his doodles under a toilet stall (dear god, boys; can you imagine the romance of being handed a Tom of Finland original as an overture?). Doug - American kid of the 1970s who responds to artwork published in a magazine by hitting the gym - keeps an illustration in his locker and, in an adorably cringe moment, struts-like-an-illustration and lets out his manliest "hi - I'm Doug" to a fellow who's also got a ToF pinup on display. Same gesture. But these images are transformed from Tom's private language, to a shared one.

It also highlights the importance of amateur archival work to queer culture: "dirty pictures", according to his sister; shredded and stomped by violent bigots; an arrestable offence to draw or posess; elevated to high art by his American fandom who make the exhibitions, the books, the preservation happen. Deftly, the film skips forward to contemporary people browsing glossy Tom of Finland artbooks and students sketching from his work on ipads.

Touko is a sombre figure, and the film moves from the intense claustrophobia of 1950s Finland to expansiveness of the 70s Californian sun. There's an almost Midsommaresque queasiness to how abruptly bright and open the landscape becomes. Touko, getting on in years, is visibly discombobulated by a world he's helped create: confident, leather-clad young men, unafraid of the police, unafraid of their masculinity, their desires or one another. But he's also - quietly, in the way of men of the wartime generation - finally, after a life peppered by homophobia - proud.

Unexpectedly wholesome.

#film log #Tom of Finland #Tom of Finland (2017)

[eggxeggxegg]

Imagine aro twilight with like a Twitter account

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i was just asked if i was alive before the dinosaurs went extinct 😩😩😩 i’m not THAT old

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tom cruise as lestat was a fucking THOT

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someone just referred to the 90s as the late nineteen hundreds and i just. had an existential crisis for a minute

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no but i’m seriously worried people don’t understand what eat the rich means. they’ll be off eating taylor swift and benefit cumbersome while elon musk sits in his spaceship laughing and mark zuckerberg uploads himself onto the cloud. you all really need to take serious thought in who you’re going to eat

i mean,,,, i primarily do white christians and upper middle class republicans but that’s because i need to keep a low profile

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i’m honestly kind of worried about the state of the environment. the rate at which the world is being polluted is really concerning.

but seriously tho where am I going to move when the water levels rise and swallow italy. like that could realistically happen in a hundred years.

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I just wanted to say that if there’s any dirty cop bastardry it wasn’t me. i dont run that part caius does. he keeps on doing bullshit behind my back.

#aro volturi #aro twilight #twilight renaissance #volturi #twilight saga

[gascon-en-exil]

Started watching Succession - through the first half of S1.

I can kind of see the appeal of this series, even though it's on a pretty slow burn. As a New Orleanian I can't help but regard shows set in New York with some disdain; ever since the US bought Louisiana the two cities have been...not rivals, exactly, but sharply contrasting visions of urbanity, and that comes out very strongly in the way this show uses its setting: all sterility and greys and beiges and cold monotonous steel. The central family is technically Scottish-by-way-of-Québec, but their society is exceptionally WASPy in spite of New York's much-vaunted diversity. I suppose that's part of the point.

Cultural contrast aside, there are entertaining satirical bits, and I can see why Tom/Greg is the big ship if only because there's not all that much else of the sort that fandom would gravitate toward. Still I find their relationship so far very strange, and the same goes for Tom in general. I was expecting more of a big dirty secret for him to be tying himself in knots over than some criminal coverups by their cruise liners. I believe that's supposed to be an indication of how he's just as much out of his depth with the Roys as Greg is, but wanting to go public with something like that is indeed very stupid. I imagine this is going to become a recurring plot point.

The rest of the family have their moments, but I'm not sure I have any particular favorites. Connor's mistress is relatable in the sense that I basically do what she does (including the bit where it's an open secret that my connections come from strategic blowjobs given to rich older men), but she doesn't exactly stand out and I can't even recall her name off the top of my head.

#Succession

[papipopsicle]

HANDMADE HEAVEN PART ONE

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Hargrove!Reader

Summary: In which the new Queen of Hawkins High finds herself falling for the fallen king.

Song: Easier by 5 Seconds of Summer

Warnings: swearing, asshole parental figures

Words: 1.7K

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The house itself was fine, not pretty and polished like the one she grew up in, but at the very least she was grateful not to be sleeping in another motel bed filled with broken springs and anonymous stains. Susan greeted her like a good little home maker, tightly waved hair bouncing against her shoulders as she walked down the steps of the porch.

"How was it, sweetie?" The ginger woman waited with pursed lips while her step daughter stood from the vehicle. She really hated that car, it stood out like a sore thumb next to her husband's silver SUV, especially when her brothers parked alongside the two.

"Not the worst." Y/N shrugged. She missed the silent solace already, "Has Max decided which room she wants?"

Susan nodded, leading the blonde into their new home, "She's at the back opposite your father and I. William hasn't arrived yet so you have the choice of the one next to hers or ours."

Without hesitation she chose the one next to Max's. Her father helped unload her heavier furniture from the U-Haul currently fixed to the back of her red muscle car. The room was in the shape on an 'L', mirroring her step sister's. Her small double bed only just managed to fit in the crook, creating a cosy space to drift away in.

Hours of rearranging the room passed before a navy blue Camaro could be heard pulling up onto the curb and a muggy sunset made itself present in her bedroom window. Emptying out her socks into the small drawer of her dresser, Y/N dropped the empty black bin liner behind her and rushed to greet her brother.

"Billy!" She squealed, attacking him with a hug. The two would roughhouse and swear at each other like drunken sailors, but their love for each other would always be the first thing anyone noticed about the twins. He picked her up with ease and spun her around, quickly dropping her to the floor again.

Y/N's twin would sometimes forget the rude masculine persona he put on and actually behaved like himself, but it never lasted long with their father close by.

"See that hunk of crap didn't kill you on the way here then?" Billy joked as they both carried a bed frame into his new room. His distaste for the nineteen-sixty-eight Mustang Cobra was evident whenever it came up in conversation, only due to it being left to her rather than him in their mother's will.

"Not just yet." His sister hummed and the two let out a huff as they dropped the mattress onto the wooden frame. They talked about the bullshit of finishing their senior year at a completely different school and what that we're going to dress up as for Halloween. It was their favourite holiday and this year she planned on being Tom Cruise from Risky Business. Nobody would understand it but it was better than Billy's 'slutty teen boy' costume he wore most days anyway.

"Y/N/N honey, could you come into the lounge!" Susan's sugary tone rang through the house. The twins shared a look that always subconsciously found their faces when she attempted to play doting step mother.

Fucking doormat of a woman.

"Coming." The blonde shut her brothers door on the way out and walking down the hallway into the small living area. By now any remnants of the sun had long hidden away from Hawkins and only warm ceiling lights lit up her face.

Susan appeared from the kitchen door with a tray full of oatmeal cookies, grin etched into her features like puppet strings pulling at her cheeks, "Try one, would you?" She gleamed, pushing the metal tray out for emphasis, "I'd ask your father but he'd just say they were nice, never wants to upset me. He's too good."

Not wanting to answer, Y/N took a small crumbly cookie and bit into it, eyes bugging out at the statement only able to nod in response.

The step mother watched in anticipation, hair bouncing at her shoulders as usual, "So, gorgeous? Be honest with me, how are they?"

"Really good," She didn't like the woman, but couldn't deny her ability to copy a recipe, "I think these may even top the peanut butter ones."

Susan's sterile smile managed to stretch further and Y/N was scared her lips may crack and bleed from the force, "Perfect! We're handing them out to our new neighbours tomorrow. Which reminds me, I need you to get some new trainers for Maxine tomorrow, nothing expensive though, they're just for gym class. She's a four now.

The blonde resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and instead nodded while an idea popped into her head, "I drove past a giant superstore on my way here, I'm sure they're still open I can just go now."

"Are you sure, honey?" Susan sounded concerned, but Neil didn't share the same feelings, "Curfew is eleven until you start school on Monday, same rules apply here."

"I know, Dad." She nodded curtly and turned on her heel, not wasting a moment grabbing her brothers old khaki bomber jacket and her car keys. The front door shut just as quickly as it opened, leaving the small U Haul sitting on the driveway next to Billy's Camaro.

It had been her brother's favourite jacket since he was sixteen, but he'd gained so much muscle his arms couldn't slip into it anymore. Although Y/N was tall for the average girl, the material still managed to shroud her frame.

Y/N felt amazed after managing to get to the store fairly easily, she picked up some plain black pumps and paid for them with cash, pocketing the receipt to make sure Neil would reimburse her. That took less than fifteen minutes. There were still over two hours until she needed to be back at the house and she needed to make the most of any freedom from her father.

She was her mother's daughter and the opposite of Susan Mayfield-Hargrove; if someone showed themselves as a thorn and not the rose they seemed to be, they were a thorn. She could accept it and move on, which is difficult when they own the house she calls home. Her step mother was a fixer, finding wilted petals and taping them up against the thorn to appear more sightly. If Neil was the thorn, Y/N the rose, then Susan was a daisy in a field where she didn’t belong.

The younger Hargrove twin decided to explore her new home, driving around cul-de-sacs and roads which mirrored one another. After a while of aimless driving, Y/N parked up at the side of a quiet road, seeming to back onto a rich neighbourhood. She locked the muscle car, Ellie, and began walking on the edge of the road.

"Stay put, El." She whispered to herself, echoing her mother's voice. Meredith Hargrove always swore her car changed parking spaces whenever they went somewhere together.

Y/N couldn't imagine having so much space, no family was big enough to make use of it all. Her feet brought her into the small forest area, passing a few more eccentric gardens before finding one which intrigued her. The lights were all off, moonlight bouncing off the unmoving water in the centre of the garden.

Swimming had always been something the Hargrove girl not only loved but turned to in uncertainty. Billy would surf alongside her a long time ago, but he hadn't for years now. Her eyes danced around each room, unable to see any kind of life within the mansion. Against Y/N’s better judgement, she left the tall trees and let her toes edge onto someone's private property.

It seems a shame not to.

Fallen leaves stopped crunching under her brown boots as they found concrete slabs. The family must have employed a cleaner and gardener as nothing seemed out of place or dirty. The water was clear and not a single leaf or bug lay on its surface. Crouching down, her fingers drifted along the water, creating a small ripple, confirming her suspicions of how cold it would be.

She didn't care, stripping down into her underwear in the cool autumnal winds, anyone would've thought she was a crazy person. Y/N ignored the small ladder next to her and gracefully dived into the pool, swimming down to the bottom until she needed to come back up for air. The blonde lay on her back, staring up at the stars wondering what her friends were doing on the other side of America. Probably at Sadie's getting high.

Y/N wasn't sure how much time had passed, her fingertips were now wrinkled but it didn't bother her. She was in her element, so much so she didn't register when the kitchen light turned on and alerted the homeowner of someone in their pool.

Steve's body was overcome with terror as he did a double, triple take out of the kitchen window at the figure in his garden. He only wanted some leftover lasagne. Grabbing his nail punctured bat, the home alone teenager unlocked the back door, and against his own better judgement, creeped towards the intruder.

As he came closer, he was thankful to find a girl than a demogorgan, a girl he certainly didn't recognise. Her blonde hair lay on top of the water like a halo as she floated in her own world.

"Hello?" He questioned, bat still firmly in hand, "Why the fuck are you naked in my pool?"

Y/N left her mini trance, flailing in the water as her eyes found a teenage boy wielding an odd weapon, only a scream leaving her lips in response.

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[chaotically-cas]

Mini thought I had but sometimes I find it interesting to thing about actors who almost had famous roles but turned them down. For example.

- Tom Hanks turning down Jerry Maguire. I think it was a good choice because who is better to play the mentally loco & crazy Jerry than Tom Cruise. But I think it’s also a role we’ve seen Hanks in before a lot (sleepless, you’ve got mail, etc)

- Tom Cruise turning down Ren from footloose. Now I’m not sure exactly why he turned it down despite the director saying Kevin Bacon wasn’t ‘f**kable’ but as much as I love TC I think that was the right choice because. Well. Kevin killed it.

- Val Kilmer turning down Johnny from dirty dancing. He turned it down because he didn’t wanna be known as the ‘hot shot’ (ok top gun volleyball scene whatever) even though that’s part of what got Swayze to be so famous, plus I think he got nothing on his dance moves.

- Leonardo DiCaprio turning down Ennius Del Mar (broke back). Because even though this role was turned down by many other a list actors I think this one is what strikes me most because of the similarities between DiCaprio & Ledgers other work but I think they did make the right choice.

- Tom Cruise turning down Edward scissorhands. Now this one gets me because the sole reason he turned down the movie is because the director refused to answer his questions on his the character used the bathroom lmao. But I think Depp was great for the role cause he has a kinda eeriness Cruise doesn’t

- John Travolta turning down Forest Gump is the best thing to ever happen. No offense (kinda offense) but I think he would have absolutely killed that role but not in a complementary way. I don’t think you could get better than Hanks for that role.

- Will Smith turning down Neo’s role in the matrix kinda tickles my fancy not going to lie. I think that would have been an incredibly in style & good role for him especially at the age & stardom he was when it came out.

- Jack Nickolson turning down The Godfather kind of confuses me because it seems like such a role made for him considering his gravitas, not that Pachino wasn’t amazing, but I think that with such an iconic & long lasting role it’s hard not to imagine

#even though probably no one cares #I find this all interesting yup #pos #I talk about movies #Stan Tom Cruise for clean skin

[malavera]

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[multific]

Paradise

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Requested by: scorpionchild81

Request: Imagine winning a ticket to a luxury cruise, disaster strikes and you end up shipwrecked on an island with none other than Tom Hiddleston…

 You thought that this was your chance, you finally won something!

A not just a bar of chocolate or something, but a ticket for a luxury cruise. And you just couldn’t wait to be on the ship. You won the ticket when you went with a friend of yours to shop at a mall, there was a young woman trying to get people to spin the wheel and win. You and your friend thought why not. She won a coupon while you won the ticket.

The only downside was probably that you had to go alone. But other than that, your prize included everything.

It was a month and a half trip on the Atlantic Ocean, the trip would start from Portugal and it would go over to America, the first stop is Brazil and then Miami and then it would be back to Portugal. It honestly sounded like the best vacation one could have. Being on a luxurious ship that offers everything you can wish for, beautiful rooms, restaurants, shops, and scenery, really sounded like a dream.

It was almost as if it was too good to be true.

And it was.

Because on the fourth day of the ship, everything went downhill.

You got woken up by an awful loud sound and then the alarm went off. Everyone was yelling, panicking and running around.

Everything was chaos.

At some point a person pushed you and you ended up hitting your head. Just as you reached the dock, you saw what caused the panic, fire.

The loud sound you heard was an explosion and then came the fire.

You heard crying, shouting as you ended up falling over the railing and into the water.

Luckily for you, you found a piece of wood to hold yourself up.

You were on the open water for a day, trying to find other survivors was impossible, since after you fell off, the ship another explosion hit, but this one, blew the whole ship up. The whole ship was gone in a matter a minutes. Leaving everyone dead.

You were devastated.

You watched hundreds of people die, a huge ass ship sink and the fact that your whole life was ruined wasn’t even your biggest concern. All you could think about is the bodies, as you floated with them in the water. Reminding yourself that all of them had lives, families. So, this is what they call ‘survivors guilt’?

Another day passed on the piece of wood. Now you floated far away. And honestly? You were ready to die. Thirst will get to you quick or exhaustion.

Then you heard a faint noise, it made you pick your head up, but as you couldn’t see anything other than water, you blamed it on your imagination.

Then you saw it, in the corner of your eye, an island.

The revelation lit a fire inside you as you basically raced there.

And once you were on land, you flopped down in the shade of a tree, you slept what felt like days, hunger and thirst woke you up.

You sat on the sand for a good minute before going into the forest and finding a water source and a coconut to eat. You were extremely lucky to be able to find a water source that is safe to drink and food at the same time in such a short amount of time.

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You didn’t know how long you have been on the island. On an island in the middle of the Ocean. Every day, you’d go to the beach in hopes of seeing a ship or plane, to see someone who will help you. After all, it wasn’t that small of an island, it had a mountain and when you climbed up there, you noticed that the place was bigger than you originally thought. The water has washed some wreckage from the ship to shore, from those materials, you were able to build yourself a shelter, but after a few days you found a cave in the mountain, and now you were living there. It rained a lot on the island. Which was a great way for you to collect water. You even found a pond and river in the forest, but you saw enough episodes on Discovery Channel and you knew better than to immediately jump into the water. After you made sure everything was fine with it, which was, you decided to go there every day to clean yourself and to collect water.

You managed by yourself, but one thing never left you, the nightmares. Whenever you thought back, all those people, children as well. Just… dead.

One night, it was the worst storm since you have been there. You sat back at the furthest part of the cave, trying to keep yourself warm with your found clothes and blankets. You watched the entrance of the cave with fear and alarm. Then suddenly out of nowhere, a man appeared in front of the cave. He was breathing heavily, clothes dirty and wet, he had facial hair, which was an obvious giveaway that he had been there for some time now.

Both of you froze as you just stared at each other. You grabbed your defense knife so if he tried anything, you’d be ready. But he didn’t, instead, he was the first to talk.

“Are you from the cruise as well?”

That’s when you recognized his face. You saw him, wearing a nice blue suit, shaved, eating with the rich. You heard that he was an actor, but even so, you were glad to have at least one person with you.

“Yes. How did you get away? Are you alone?” you asked, putting your knife down, he came a bit closer to you, the storm was too loud outside. He sat down on the opposite side of the fire. He looked tired and relieved that he found not only shelter and warmth but a person too.

“I’m alone. After the cruise blew up, I was knocked into the water. I survived, but I have this.” he said as he pointed at a very nasty looking cut on his chest.

You stood up and opened a luggage, looking for the first aid kit you found earlier in one of them.

When you pulled the white box out, you heard him letting a sigh out, probably relieved that he would get help. You patched up his cut as best as you could. You prepared him by saying that you had to sew the cut together.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N.” you said while you applied the finishing touches, trying to keep his mind off of the pain. It was rather hard to do so since you weren’t a nurse and he was grunting and moaning in pain.

“Tom Hiddleston.” he got his name out during another groan.

When you were done, you put everything into a bowl to wash it. When you looked back at him, he was sleeping. The exhaustion and the pain got to him.

***

The next day you were there when he woke up. You gave him some food.

“I don’t know how long I have been here. What about you?”

“About a week I’d say. I tried to keep track but I just couldn’t.” he said as he looked at you. “But you made a shelter, I never did. I walked around this island, trying to find something or someone. Then yesterday, during the storm, I was looking for shelter and then I thought I saw light coming from here. I’m glad I was right.”

Hearing someone talk was like a blessing, having someone to talk to was even better. You and Tom talked for a very long time. You both shared your stories and basically helped each other get through and over the trauma.

If it wasn’t for the tragedy, you would have never been able to sit down with him like this and talk.

And you were glad you had the opportunity since he was a very sincere and kind person. And the fact that he helped you a lot was only a bonus.

You made the most out of your situation, you built a house in the forest near the river, a small wooden house, but it fitted perfectly with the weather and was a lot warmer than the cave.

Since Tom and you were the only ones on the island, you became close. He helped you hunt and skin animals, when you asked how he knew about those things, he said that he had a role like that once.

You soon became friends.

But as one night you finally had enough, you decided he needed to shave. He said he never did it with a blade, so you had to do it.

As you sat in the cabin, next to the fire, shaving the man, you admired his face.

Sure, he was handsome, but without his beard, his cheeks were more visible so was his jawline, and those eyes, those blue eyes had you mesmerized.

He smiled when he noticed you staring at him, but that smile soon turned serious when he noticed just what state you were in. You looked like you were under some kind of spell.

You slowly moved closer to him, staring at his lips then into his eyes. You stopped for a brief second, waiting for him to pull back and reject you, but when you felt his hand on your back, pulling you closer, you weren’t afraid anymore.

As your lips melted into his, you completely forgot your situation, you completely forgot the place you were at, all that mattered was how perfectly his thin warm lips felt against yours.

The next morning you woke up naked, on the floor and in his arms.

You wanted to sit up or at least change your position, but he held you way too close and tight. All you could do was wait for Tom to wake up while you stared at the wall thinking.

You wondered if he’d wake up regretting last night. You wondered if he even saw you that way or he just let you do what you wanted to.

And when he finally woke up, you didn’t even know why you were so nervous, even if he said he wasn’t certain about his feelings, he didn’t turn you down, instead, he said he was interested where it will take the two of you.

Sure, the two of you had different backgrounds but the tragedy brought the two of you together, the two of you were able to find heaven on earth and changed the hellish place into a paradise of your own.

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Radio Silence | H.O.

Pairing: Ex-Boyfriend! Harrison Osterfield x Reader Word count: ~2.7k words Warnings: A lot of Angst... Maybe some fluff in the end... ⚠ Mentions of self-harm, hospital, cheating... (Mentions of Tom, Harry and Zendaya)

Summary: After your break-up, Harrison made his life miserable. Sitting in his car with him, you both could relate to the unspoken words with the lyrics of the songs airing on the radio. But are those songs enough to break this radio silence? 

( Songs used: Drive by Halsey  & Stuck by Imagine Dragons - Lyrics written in bold ) (This is actually a part of my first ever series 'Ocean eyes', but could be read as a standalone too... So here you go!)

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Everyone said, you and Harrison were inseparable. Bullshit. All they said was bullshit.

After a great platonic to romantic chemistry and now history, you two were no longer together. After what he claimed to be 'an accidental sleeping with his ex-girlfriend who took advantage of his drunken state'  you had left him and he didn't even have any right to stop you, he was the one who messed up, right? Right... He knew that, but being away from you was something that was killing him from inside. Damn, it would be a lie if he didn't actually think of dying at least once. He did, but he knew he can't die, he has a family and he wasn't the kind of person who'd chose to die for escaping trouble. He knew his life was not just his, so he decided to push back those dirty suicidal feelings only to be replaced by yet another self-harming ideas.

How much blood is required to forget you? He started off slow. Just some minor cuts along the inside of his sleeves. But they weren't enough to suppress the pain he thought he gave you. They quickly evolved to be deeper. With each passing day, he would see how his blood mixed so well with the running water, as if they were meant to be together. He even started writing random words mainly apologies or drawing random patterns over his hands and chest using the blade. His shirts became darker, his sleeves longer with each passing day. He significantly started eating less, so less that he could feel like starving. Not eating accompanied by the loss of blood he suffered every day worsened his health dangerously. He couldn't even to walk properly. He was always dizzy, his vision blurry. He tripped over things too often. His blood sugar level was going significantly low, rising anaemia making his condition adverse. His family and friends especially Tom was so worried for him, but he didn't allow anyone to help him.

He only wanted you. He wanted you back so badly.

All this led him to end up in a hospital, tripping over and hitting his head on the sharp metal door edge. And that was when you realized what he had done with himself when you were away. You had visited him to the hospital often, but none of you had share even a word. Even after his recovery and extra care by his family you both haven't talked about what he did, yet... Even when you stumbled paths... Just silence...

•••

Days went by like this...

No words shared between both of you. Whenever you were at the same place, whenever your eyes met with him, either of you looked down or turned away. It was Zendaya's birthday party and she invited both of you as usual. The party was really great, both of you had a great time, but not with each other. You were talking to Zendaya when Tom interrupted you.

"Y/n I need to rush back home right now, Harry took my car. Can I borrow your car? Haz please drop her to her house, I need to leave" Tom stated, didn't even giving you any chance to answer. You knew what he was trying to do, but you had no choice but give him the keys.

•••

Your heart skipped an unhealthy amount of beats, nerves starting to cruise through your entire body as you walked towards Harrison's car.

"Maybe I could ask anyone else to drop me home!" you whispered, looking around, only to see Harrison coming towards you.

"Ma-My car is over there," he pointed, you nodded, moving towards him. You could see how stiff his body appeared, he was surely more nervous than you.

A drive with Harrison, alone.

You took the passenger's seat as he began driving, both of you never looking at each other. The usual silence filling in between you making the noise of both of your breathing and heartbeat clearly audible. These sounds made both of you even more uncomfortable. Harrison finally decided to turn on the radio, only to lead this silence somewhere else.

'My neck, the feeling of your soft lips,'

The way his fingers ran softly through your face, the way his eyes out stared yours, the way his eyes darted from your eyes to your lips. The way he slowly leaned in, his lips on yours, moving slowly to rest on your neck. His hands travelling from your cheeks to hold your hands in his, squeezing it gently nibbling your neck. His touch, his lips, memories...

'Illuminated in the light, bouncing off the exit signs I missed.'

Didn't he had a chance to excuse himself and leave alone? Didn't you have a chance to excuse yourself, deny his offer and ask someone else? You had, both of you had. And you both intentionally missed it. How can't you? Those flares in his ocean eyes made everything hazy, except for him.

'All we do is drive...'

That's where you are right now. That's where he's right now, with you. Driving... No interaction, no expressions... Nothing!

'All we do is think about the feelings that we hide.'

You still care for him right? If not then why were you shedding tears fearing that he could die? Why was he harming himself? Didn't his love shrink over time? Can't he move on from you? Why didn't you moved on after that? Did you ever think of getting into a new relationship?

'All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign,'

This silent drive, where his eyes are glued on the road ahead. The silent drive, where your eyes are glued to your window. The silent drive, where both of your eyes are threatened to fall on each other. Aren't you waiting for him to make a move, break this aching silence? Isn't he waiting for you to do the same?

'Sick and full of pride.'

Isn't he sick of your absence? Isn't he sick seeing the vacant bed beside him? Isn't he sick not seeing you try making a new dish for him? Isn't he sick of missing you? But it's your pride not to react, it's your pride not to look at the person who cheated you. Right?! Can't you just break this pride? Don't you want to?

'All we do is drive...'

But still, you are enjoying each others company, even when there are no words exchanged, even though you both aren't even looking at each other, even though you and he are wanting the leeway... Isn't it?

'Your laugh echoes down the hallway. Carves into my hollow chest spreads over the emptiness,'

The time when he was facing continuous rejection, the time he was struggling extremely hard with his career, the time when he almost lost all hopes that he could even get signed for the project, he remembers it very well. And one thing he remembers in addition to that struggle is -  you, your smile, your laugh, your support, all of you. The mere presence of you could make him feel better, he used to forget all the failures and just sit with you, holding you close for hours talking and giggling at even the most non-sense jokes you made.

'It's bliss...'

Having you by his side was his biggest win. Isn't it weird you both were just strangers once, and then you just became inseparable? The way he comforted you, the way he made you feel beautiful, the way he brushed his lips on yours... How can you get over all that?

'It's so simple but we can't stay.'

But after what all happened between you and him, you both are finally separated, right? You both don't care about each other? You both surely can never stay together, right?

'Over analyze again,'

Think... Think... Please think... Isn't there a way? Anyway? That these things could be corrected? Think... Think... Please think...

'Would it really kill you if we kissed?'

Can't you drop your pride– for once? Can't he face you– for once? Can't you both get along– for once? Just kiss him and you're back together. Just kiss her and you're back together. Is it that simple?

The song only made you both furious. Even now your ears felt like filling from guilt?!

This needs to stop now.

His hand moved from the starring wheel towards the off button on the radio. Before he could even barely touch the radio, his hand brushed with yours. His gaze instantly shifted from the almost vacant highway road to you. The faint light from the street lamps reflected your eyes shining with tears and his own. You were at the same point as him, stretching your arm to shut off the radio.

None of you moved further, hands still touching... Even the slightest touch was making everything seem hazy. Even the music felt like fainting, even though it was still at the same volume. The loud noise of a car horn made your both jolt, back to reality. Harrison instantly gripped the starring wheel, focusing on the road, taking over the front vehicle.

Silence? Again?

Your tongue took over your body, maybe it was just actually bad at keeping things hidden. Your lips parted, faint words forming...

"We need to talk!"

He didn't respond. He didn't even listen. He was preoccupied with his thoughts, thinking how weak he was.

"We need to talk Haz!" you spoke again, louder and confident. He startled at your words.

Haz...

Seems like a whole life, you called him Haz, or even actually called him.

"Stop the damn car Harrison, we need to talk!" Unsure of how to react, unsure of what you wanted to talk, he finally decided to let you take over. He took a deep sigh, shutting his eyes for a split second. His hands travelled to the car's gear pulling it. His feet slowed down the accelerator. His hand reached the indicator light switch pulling it to the left side. His hands turned the wheel to the left, the speed of the car dying down until it came to a halt.

You got yourself out of the seatbelt, opening the car door walking out of the car. But he was still inside, he didn't even release his seatbelt. Your knuckles were white as snow. With clenched fists you marched to his side, banging his window.

"Come out Harrison. Just come out." Your banging made Harrison's heart skip so many beats that he couldn't even count them himself. He unbuckled his seat belt. You stepped a little back, to give him space to open the car door. He slowly came out looking down.

"Yeah" he mumbled.

"Yeah, what yeah! Nothing is yeah" you grabbed his collar making him look at you. He jolted at your sudden pulling him towards you. The whooshing sound of passing by cars cutting through the wind made you both walk behind the car. The new song on the radio could be heard faintly, still, it was audible.

'I been afraid, don't wanna fade out of my body,'

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You questioned pulling back his collars, anger could easily be spotted in your tone.

"Huh? What? " Innocently he tried to understand what you were trying to say.

"What? Seriously? I should ask this! " You said, almost yelled grabbing his left hand unbuttoning his cuff's button.

'I have been astray, barely awake, floating above me.'

"What are you—"

"Just shut up. I am the one who'll speak now!" You spat cutting his words, rolling his sleeve to his elbows, revealing those old self-harm marks.

"So yeah what are these? Why in the hell you did these? Why?" your voice cracking, eyes now lined with tears. Your reaction made him surprised.

'Covered in red, what can I say? I've been a zombie. I'm feeling like I've been locked in a grave.'

"Y/n," he said softly, his hand reaching to caress your cheek.

"What if you died?" Your voice almost a whisper as the tears spilt over and a sob escaped your throat. You quickly turned around, pushing his hand away, hands folded on your chest, your back facing him as more tears escaped your eyes.

'You were the laugh, you were the life, you were the party.'

You tried to divert your mind on the occasional whooshing sound of cars at high speed and their horns, but that was a stupid thought. The cold wind touching your face covered in hot tears made you flinch at your own touch as you occasionally wiped your tears.

'You were the faith, you were the truth, I was the sorry.'

"I'm sorry Y/n," you felt him standing right behind you. You wiped your tears, a chuckle left your throat as you turned to face him. His eyes filled with tears, felt like even if he shook his head a little bit they will spill all over his face.

'I'm feeling like you've been taking away.'

"It's all my fault." you sighed facing down. You could see tears falling directly on the ground.

"No," he said lifting your chin with his finger. "I cheated you, I broke your trust." His voice soft, tears spilt over his cheeks. You moved your hand to rest on the cut on his forehead.

"And this? I—" your tired voice was cut his finger resting on your lips.

"Ssshh," he whispered looking into your weary eyes, his eyes even wearier.

'You were my one, you were my one. When all has been said, all has been done.'

For the next few seconds, no words were exchanged between you both. Just silence, but not the usual silence, it seemed like you both were trying to read each other's eyes.

'You were my one, you were my one. Now I am left reaching above me, oh, oh.'

He removed his finger from your lips placing his hand on your cheek. His other hand reaching to cup your face in his shaky hands. You felt like leaning on his touch, your body lost its control, eyes shutting slowly as he repeated your action. None of you aware who initiated. You felt his lips pressed firmly on yours. It wasn't a heated kiss, by definition, but it was full of emotions. The kiss was slow, your lips moving with his, the occasional parting of lips giving each other chance to get closer to each other. Something you both have missed from long. His hands moved to rest on your waist pulling you even closer as your hands travelled to his neck closing any distance in between. The kiss felt needy, soft, never-ending, full of so many emotions that it was almost impossible to name all the emotions. You both finally parted, foreheads touching. You didn't even open your eyes still trying to devour this old feeling that just renewed. His hand travelled to hold your hand, his fingers entangling with your fingers. He gave your hand a little squeeze making you open your eyes, smiling sheepishly.

'Time goes by and still, I'm stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh...Well, time goes by and still, I'm stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh...'

"I missed you," he whispered, a small smile forming on his lips as he lifts up his hand holding yours to your eye level glancing at the intervened fingers.

"I am not leaving you, again." You reassured.

"Then marry me, Y/n."

***

Written by: @fanficparker

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[borhapparker]

odd love  |  tom holland

summary: in which the reader is 28 hears old and a costume designer for spider-man: homecoming, as well as mutually pinning for tom holland.

Word Count: 1481

Masterlist

Y/n is a famous makeup/costume coordinator. Best known for fitting Grant Gustin into his Flash suit and Barry Allen’s clothes, Gal Gadot into her Wonder Woman suit, Tom Cruise into his outfits and fighting makeup and Jennifer Lawrence with her Katniss Everdeen attire.

And now, she was in charge of fitting the newest Marvel actor, Tom Holland, for his role as Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man.

She was most excited about this role, because she had been asked to play with the outfit a little more than the other ones.

‘Make it unique,’ they had told her, days before they were set to meet in Atlanta for Captain America:Civil War.

And that’s what she did. She changed the style, made it tighter and more fitted to the body. She added little details in the suit, alongside his new chest piece.

As soon as she had gotten to set, on the first day of Captain America: Civil War, she immediately headed over to the directos, turning in her finished costume before she headed off to makeup.

Every day the same routine, as it became a habit rather than a chore. Soon enough, it was time to leave, as filming was finished, and everyone had gathered at a cast crew’s house to watch the raw footage of the movie, where everyone would help pick out little things that didn’t go into the movie.

This was her favorite part. Everyone was at their most vulnerable, where they would not only joke around and bond, but they would also share a small part of their contribution. Everything that they put into a year be half of filming was coming together and they felt they were at their most vulnerable.

And then, it was over. She was back to making her own costumes to sell, until her manager had called her.

“Marvel called. They want you back to fit Tom Holland for Spider-Man: Homecoming.”

That’s how she came to be where she is now. Walking back to set in Atlanta, her jansport backpack sling over her shoulder, converse on her feet and her hair up in a loose ponytail.

Jon, the new director, had welcomed her, a smile on his face as he told her how much he admired her work and her costumes. “The costume details are perfect for this movie!”

They had handed her back the suit, asking her different questions about the details and how to incorporate them into the movie. It was simple. And then, it wasn’t.

“We are up for playing with anything at this point. So, hit us with some effects and anything you’d like to change about how it might look on screen.”

Her list was long, but it was worth it, because it was approved as soon as the words spilled from her lips.

“I was thinking, for the new spidey symbol on the front, we could do it so whenever he wants to take off the suit, he just pushes the button and it loosens from his body, making it like an oversized suit and it just slips off his body. And whenever he wants to put it on, he presses the button again and it instantly adjusts to his body.”

“That’s an awesome idea.”

“And we could have hidden spidey wings between the elbow and his ribs.”

“How?”

The design was simple, and made for a good easter egg in the movie, since it would connect to the Disney XD show, Ultimate Spider-Man.

That’s how her first day went, talking to the directors, and meeting the new cast.

Some people she had been before, since she worked on the set of Captain America: Civil War, and others she met occasionally, when they were doing casting.

And then, came her time to see Tom Holland again.

Over the course of her job, she had developed feelings for the brunette boy, who was actually 7 years younger than her. Yet, during her time there, she had seen him grow into someone she never imagined. And he greeted her with a smile and a wave.

The smile that made her heart hurt.

She was 28. He was 21.

The age gap was huge.

She didn’t mind. He didn’t mind.

But they knew it wouldn’t work. The media would go crazy, the fans would call it “sexualizing” and “illegal”, when they were both adults.

She wanted to tell him. Tell him everything. But she ignored it, knowing it could ruin their careers.

She never expected for him to make the first move.

Especially, in front of everyone.

“Hey, y/n, you got a minute?”

Turning around at the sound of her name, she noticed Harrison standing there, a smile on his face as he waved.

“Hi Harrison. What’s up?”

“Uh, are you available this weekend?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because I’m throwing a surprise party for Tom and we need some help. Also, because we wanted you to help design the cake.”

Did I forget to mention that she knew how to bake? Not only could she decorate like a professional, but she could also make the best chocolate coffee cake out of her whole family.

“Yeah, of course! Where is it gonna be?”

“Do you want me to text you the address? And we could meetup so I can help you with the cake.”

“Sure.”

They exchanged phone numbers, as she smiled at him before Tom walked through the door.

“Hey guys. Y/n they told me to come in here for my makeup for scene 67.”

“Right! Sit and I’ll put it on.”

He sat in the chair, his phone in hand as he started to record the process, something he really liked to do. Her hands moved quickly as she brushed layers and layers of makeup, making him look dirty and beat up, a bruise on his cheek and a split lip.

“This looks amazing, mate!” Harrison exclaimed, a huge smile on his face as he watched her brush move over his lip, adding the finishing touches on masterpiece.

“It does! Thank you so much, y/n!” Without a second thought, Tom pulled her in for a hug, his arms around her waist as hers circled his shoulders.

They pulled away with a blush on their cheeks, as Tom, with another smile, walked out, Harrison behind him before he stopped, and turned to her.

“You know, he really likes you.”

The blush grew, as she smiled, looking at Harrison.

“Really?”

“Love, I can see it in his eyes.”

“But, I’m so much older than him. He could have anyone he wants his age.”

“Darling, do you have any idea how much he doesn’t care about the age gap? He is utterly in love with you.”

“I really like him too.”

“Then tell him.” Harrison then left without saying another word, leaving her with a lot to think about.

-

Y/n was packing up her things, as filming had ended for the day, and everyone was told to stay in their trailers. She had been putting away her makeup when she got a text message from Harrison.

'Love, would you mind meeting me at Stage 6? To talk about Tom’s birthday surprise.’

She responded immediately, while grabbing her adidas jacket.

'Course. I’ll be there in 5.’

Heading out, she headed straight for Stage 5, seeing the whole cast waiting as she entered.

Everyone looked at her, before making a passageway in the middle of the crowd, reaching Tom on the other end, who was waiting with roses in front of him.

A smile was on her lips, as she walked towards him. It almost seemed like a dream. Everyone watched the pair as they neared each other, before she had stopped, a couple inches from his body.

“These are for you.”

Handing her the roses, she smiled, before looking up at him.

“Y/n, I know it might seem weird, especially since I’m younger than you, but I really like you. I’ve liked you for a while and I didn’t want to wait anymore. I don’t care if others don’t approve of our relationship or if they find it inappropriate. I really don’t give two shits. I love you. I love you so damn much and I don’t care what others think. I only care about you.”

A smile was on her lips, as a tear slipped down her face. Tom wiped it from her cheeks, a smile on his face before she stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his.

Time seemed to stop, as they were only focused on the feeling of their lips against each other, smiles on their faces, and knowing, that this, was true love.

When they finally pulled apart, Tom was looking down at the girl of his dreams, a smile adorned his face as he took her in.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

Without hesitating, she answered a simple word, that changed their whole lives.

“Yes.”

#skye's writing #tom holland #tom holland imagines #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker imagines #peter parker fanfic #peter parker fanfiction

[laughableillusions]

Imagine it’s the zombie apocalypse, you are wandering around the streets of Clearwater, half dead of thirst. You come to the place, the address that you risked your life to get to. Banging on the door you beg to be let in, your strength failing you, holding on to the last inch of life you have left. The door bursts open to reveal Tom Cruise holding a machine gun, deshevelved, dirty, and wide eyed. You stare at him for a moment, both of you seemed oddly surprised at the sight of eachother.

Then you take a look at sign on the door, dirty and bloodied but barely legible.

It’s the scientology headquarters.

#my writing #short story #tom cruise #scientology #apocolypse #zombie #this is a fucking joke lmaao

[phoenixhrt22]

TCW AU prompt?!?

These are a bit rambly so I apologise ;)

Celebrity AU

Anakin is an up coming DJ like perhaps Marshmello?? I’m not sure but he’s good.

Ahsoka is a rapper. Writes and performs Nicki Minaj’s songs because I can see her performing ‘starships’ ‘super bass’ and others.

Obi-wan is a top Hollywood actor, either he’s a daredevil like Tom Cruise or can sing like Hugh Jackman (or both). Furthermore I can completely see him in The Greatest Showman.

Plo Koon is 100% an author, he writes Harry Potter which goes on to become films.

Kit Fisto is an Olympic swimmer.

Mace Windu is the Simon Cowell of the TCW world.

Yoda is a big time director/ manager.

Rex and Cody, I imagine as Pop singers. I think they would sound like Jason Derulo. They can also dance so I could imagine them as backup dancers.

Wolffee is a model.

Bly is a silver screen director.

Aayla Secura, Shaak Ti, Luminara Unduli and Depa Billaba are little mix.

Fives, Echo, Tup, Jesse and Kix are CNCO (I love their collaboration with little mix).

Spy AU

I love my head canon Fett Family so I’m sticking with them.

Jango Fett is the ring leader of an illegal operation and his sons (Wolffe, Bly, Cody, Rex, Jesse, Kix, Fives, Echo and Tup) do all the dirty work. Echo is ‘the guy in the chair’ because I’m a sucker for nerdy Echo (though he could kick some serious ass if he wanted).

Kix is the medic of the team, also the sniper.

Jesse is the heavy guns.

Tup is the guy who always ends up climbing through the vents.

Wolffe is the undercover expert and he can infiltrate any building.

Bly is the tactician of the group and the get away driver.

Fives does all the stupid shit like scale buildings and jump of planes. Basically he does all the cool cinematic stuff.

Rex is the weapons expert of the group and in my head has the Black Widow batons from age of ultron.

Cody is Black Widow. The guy is a master at hand to hand as well as the only one who can perfectly execute a plan. So he normally takes charge. I can totally see him doing the elevator scene from Captain America The Winter Soldier.

The Jedi are a government organisation who they eventually team up with to save the world or something.

Magical Mediaeval AU or Merlin AU

Obi-wan is a sorcerer who is trying to hide his magic from the world.

Anakin is a generous but moody Prince.

Ahsoka is a foreign princess who ends up being a warrior.

Rex and Cody are knights of the court who are cursed to turn into wolves or some mythical creature when the moon comes out.

Qui-gon Jinn is a high lord priest along with most of the Jedi Council.

Padme is a damsel in distress who ends up saving herself.

Dooku is a dark Sorcerer.

High school AU

Obi-wan is the English teacher.

Anakin teachs Physics alongside Rex who teaches Biology and Cody teaches Chemistry.

Ahsoka is the PE teacher and gymnastics coach.

Plo Koon teaches languages.

Adi Gallia is geography.

Yoda is Religious studies.

Kit Fisto is the swim coach.

Ki-adi Mundi teaches History.

Luminara Undili is Art and DT.

Aayla Secura is Drama.

Shaak Ti teaches Music.

Maths is taught by Mace Windu.

Saesee Tiin teaches ICT.

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #qui gon jinn #commander wolffe #commander bly #commander cody #captain rex #ahsoka tano #depa billaba #aayla secura #shaakti #luminara unduli #saesee tiin #plo koon #adi gallia #mace windu #yoda #clone trooper jesse #clone trooper tup #clone trooper fives #clone trooper echo #clone trooper kix #jango fett #kit fisto #padme amidala

[lovedinapastlife]

3x12 “Bizarrodale” - Riverdale Reaction

Not gonna lie, I was kinda hoping from the title that this episode would have things like terrifying Jughead with a giant carving knife from outtakes of the fever-dream sequence of season one. Or floating babies. What we got was a generally cohesive plot with the minor characters. So like...I’ll take it? 

Let’s see some “inspired lunacy,” Riverdale!

“I’ll check my calendar, Sierra” — OOOOOH BURN. They didn’t even tell you the day, Marcus.

Hermione has no investment in procreations now that she’s not getting laid. DO IT YOURSELF is her new go-to response.

Who is this smug bug for finding Kevin and Moose in some random room making out? You want a gold star? A pat on the butt?

Oooof, Josie! Using ‘em and losin’ ‘em while wearing cute clothes! Sweet Pea wants something steady now that he can’t play G&G with his boyfriends on the regular.

Twice-widowed?! Did I miss something??? Maybe there’s a deleted scene of Penelope marrying Tall Boy. Or Malachai (who could be dead for all he’s been in this season). Or Claudius? That seems extra shady.

Is Tom just unemployed and Sierra’s sex bunny now? Because that’s weirdly adorable. Also if people could get more beds in this town so I’m not horrified wondering if it’s the same place Bughead has canoodled that would be great.

So…the main reason Kevin doesn’t want to break up with Moose is because…he doesn’t wanna cruise in the forest? Too much effort to get laid? This episode is not doing their relationship any favors for me, even if they’re both attractive young men. It’s like Kevin has to convince himself he even likes Moose outside of his enormous appendage.

Anyone else get chills when Cheryl reached out to touch Kevin’s hand? I was fairly certain she was going to set him on fire. Maybe that’s just me worrying about Cheryl in general. Let the former fat kid stress-eat!

Did they run out of costumes? Why is that one kid in full ROTC uniform and nobody else is? XD I get it. The metaphorical “divide” between Moose’s dad and their relationship but wow. That hat stands out in a classroom.

Cheryl getting excited for their first fight and then quickly crumbling into pleading is so…sad? I feel like Toni could probably manipulate her really horribly. Or for the better. Um. We’ll see. I’m not holding my breath.

Josie can’t drive? She ran her own band, her mom was mayor, dad’s a jazz star, but no car? No driver’s license? Shoulda taken advantage when she was dating Reggie to get a great deal on a ride! I know the pictured scene is later, but Archie is just so excited to be someone’s date and play music again that I wanted it up here.

Also it’s been 15 minutes without Bughead and I am physically in pain.

Oh good. Veronica finds robbing banks impractical, but she’s all about encouraging “inspired lunacy.” I think that’s how the show would describe itself.

The bad parents club is at it again.

“50 Shades of Blackmail” - the Choni spinoff

“I can’t believe I was shot…” — Reggie, unaware of what happened to Veronica’s “exes.” Honestly, seems like he got let off easy.

Archie - mauled by a bear, branded, buried alive

Nick St. Claire - “Car accident,” multiple ass-kickings

Now THAT’S what I call “dirty money!”

Okay I liked the throwback to the beginning of this season when Kevin surprised Moose with locker kisses

I don’t know how to feel about Choni cheating their way into a broken system. I like their outfits? I don’t care?

Ohhhhh Gladys. “More teenagers.” You and me, both. If only drug dealings could be kept between adults. I’m so annoyed with these people! Stop being involved in shade! Clearly you’re boss bitches and can manage an actual legit business instead of “borrowing” fancy cars and laundering dirty money with a bunch of rowdy teens and gang members. SET AN EXAMPLE, LADIES

Ha. Throwback to the Midnight Club entering through the window is kinda hilarious. What is with this poison-drinking nonsense? Again?!

OH MY GOD they’re setting it up for “jealous” Mason man to be the Gargoyle King. Yep. He is. Okay then.

30 minutes in, I get my shot. I’m crying. The hair. The beauty. I can’t handle it. DON’T STOP. My Bughead heart needs this! They are so lovely! Someone light their face and silence all the phones, k thanks.

Why does Kevin presume Betty would infringe on bunker boinking? She’s probably the one who came up with the damn schedule!

They look so damn satisfied. Can no one have peaceful pillow talk in this town?

What is with all this “gay=weakness” nonsense? Love is love. Sit down, ignorant, self-hating villains.

I squealed when I heard Jughead’s voice and saw him come in. Oh man. And now my heart is broken. Because the Jones girls are faking it. And Jughead’s gonna get his heart broken. NOOOOOO! I knew it the second JB hugged FP.

Good call Sierra and Kevin just keeping a giant cake for themselves with that bizarro topper. Was he sunk into the cake? On his knees? What are you two up to?

Goodbye, Moose! Bon voyage! Kevin seemed proud of him being out but sad he loses another boyfriend to crime in Riverdale.

It’s like this episode wants to highlight all the minors having reasons to cry. Ironically, Reggie was SHOT and was the least teary.

Oh, really?! A new gang/FAMILY? Of strangers?! In leather?! We need more aesthetic options in this damn town. The Pretty Poisons. My guess is if they can get the rights, Cheryl and Toni are gonna dress up as Harley and Ivy. Because they already dressed up like Catwoman.

I’m sorry, Archie and Josie, I can’t hear your duet over the sound of my heart breaking.

I don’t know, was anyone excited about Archie OR Josie dating someone new? Y’all need some time to work on yourselves. Revisit this after some therapy. Time is good. Look what it did for Tom and Sierra. I can’t imagine Julliard is much for aspiring pop stars anyway, but what do I know? She’s about to go to her own spinoff so I’m not emotionally invested.

I don’t know when I’ll get to see my darlings get the short end of the stick again. Oh well. Time for fanfiction, I suppose. Every time I think we’re thinning the ensemble they just swoop in with more. Fingers crossed our favs get to finish spectacularly next time ;)

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