I am part of a rich American family, in a rich American suburb, full of rich American people.
Life is hell.
Every morning, me and the rest of the Wives get up at 5:00am sharp. Fifteen minutes of jogging around the neighborhood, five minutes in the shower (set to cold), twenty minutes for hair and makeup, and then five to get dressed. If we’ve managed that in time, meaning no later than 5:45am, we might be allowed solid food with our coffee.
gryffindor: forehead kisses, brushing her hair out of her face, boxes of chocolates, making each other laugh, blanket forts, seeing her in your jacket and feeling your heart flip, attack hugs, stupidly competitive “i obviously let you win, babe” moments, flying together, serenading her even if your voice is awful, embarassing amounts of pda, linked arms, doodling hearts on your homework, making a huge deal out of her birthday just to make her feel special, fond eye-rolls, tickle fights, sharing a blanket in front of the fire, hugs that last forever, getting on with her friends, catching yourself staring at her, grand gestures to try and impres her, playing footsie under the table, sweaty palms when you hold hands
slytherin: matching tattoos, skipping class to make out, “i hate you less than other people”, inside jokes, stealing each others clothes and makeup, bed-sharing, lil bit of healthy possessiveness, love letters, “i’m so proud of you”s, hickeys, never shutting up about each other and annoying the hell out of everyone else, it couple, matching jewellery, fierce loyalty, little gifts for no reason, open flirting, knowing exactly how she likes her coffee, lip-biting, conversations at 3am, ironic pet names, your arm around her, stupid dance parties in your underwear, meeting her parents, singing her to sleep, feeling like you’re missing something when she’s not there, being able to communicate just by giving each other a look, calling her your girlfriend around other people
hufflepuff: nose kisses, playing with her hair as she lays in your lap, bringing her flowers, baking together and getting flour everywhere, cuddling, knowing when to say sorry, picnics, walking her to class even if it’s the opposite direction to where you’re going, blushing, binge-watching series together, hand-holding, knowing exactly how to cheer her up after a bad day, board games, making flower crowns, adopting a pet together, “i’m trying to be mad at you stop looking so cute”, sickeningly domestic, sleepy mornings lying in bed, playlists of songs that remind you of her, one drink two straws, cute petnames, “you hang up first”, realising she’s your best friend, insisting on carrying her books, laughing against each other’s mouths
ravenclaw: poetry, bringing her food/drinks when she’s studying, reading aloud to each other, pushing her glasses up her nose when they slide down, cafe dates, quiet nights in, walks in the woods holding hands, cheek kisses, curling up in one seat, soft love songs, the way your name sounds when she says it, talking for hours, smoothing away the frown between her eyebrows when she’s stressed, shoulder rubs, whispered “i love you”s, scheduled date nights, little notes slipped into books, total support, the feeling of being known, helping each other out, cooking meals for her, slow dancing, “this reminded me of you”, learning all her little quirks, the smell of her hair
i have this loooming fear that rupaul/the producers are gonna pull some fucking straight up bullshit where they keep showing us sasha and shea’s friendship and then put them both undeservedly in the bottom 2 and make them lip sync against each other i’m literally fuming thinking about it
so my darling bf @howtheskycries sent me this shirt which exists in real life:
and said “Au where everything is the same but rhys wears this shirt instead of his other one.”
and I couldn’t stop laughing. Naturally, I had to draw him in it.
I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING. Rhys tries to justify this by saying he’s tired of cutting holes in all his shirts. It gives his arm more freedom.
I am still pretty rubbish at drawing bodies and clothing, but I tried to model Rhys’ face after the way @lutnik draws him! I am obsessed with their art style. Even though it seems they don’t use tumblr anymore, you should seriously check their work out (:
NOW, I BEG OF YOU TO DRAW RHYS IN THIS SHIRT AND ADD IT TO THIS POST.
Constantly bickering with Harrison on who Tom loves more.
Always winning these fights
“Sorry mate, but have you seen her? She’s absolutely stunning.”
Having all sorts of adventures with Tom and Harrison
Because let’s face it, wherever Tom goes, Harrison follows.
But never really minding because as long as Tom is around, so are you.
Tom always making sure that you’re okay.
“You sure, love? Okay. I just want to make sure my girl is happy.”
Him wrapping his arms around you every chance he gets.
Calling you every kind of cute nickname in the book because he can never just pick one.
“Babe, love, doll, sweetie, beautiful, gorgeous, cutie, honey,” All of them.
Sometimes finding himself just staring at you because he can not believe how lucky he is to have you.
Having to break up Tom and Harrison’s arguments on who loves you more.
“Enough, you two. I swear you guys are like little kids fighting over a toy, and I am NOT a toy.”
“Course you’re not, babe. But, I do love you more than Haz.”
“I know you do. Why do you think I’m with you.”
Tom leaving you with little notes that he placed everywhere.
“Hey babe, I love you!”
“Did you know you’re amazing?”
“You’re my girl, don’t ever forget.”
“Call me when you find this!”
“I could stare you forever.”
“You’re the first and last person on my mind.”
“I miss you.”
Tom begging you to go with him everywhere because he just doesn’t want to leave you.
“Please come with me.”
“No, Tom. I have to work-”
“-but, I’m Spiderman. You don’t have to work.”
“Did you just seriously use that line on me?”
“Did it work?”
“Absolutely not, you dork. I love you, I do but I promise I’ll come visit. Okay?”
“Fine, but you better.”
Always, always feeling guilty because you know that sometimes he gets a little bit of anxiety and stressed and you seem to be the only remedy.
Flying out on the next flight possible.
And immediately all the stress and anxious thoughts are thrown out the window the minute he sees you.
Him always whispering in your ear, “Thank you.”
Always reassuring him that he’s earned all the success in his life.
Sometimes feeling a little scared that he’ll forget you with his oncoming fame.
Tom reading you like a book and breaking these thoughts from your head.
“You do know that I love you right? And that I wouldn’t be here without you. I’d be a wreck if I ever lost you. Don’t ever think for one second that I could make it without you.”
Feeling reassured until the next time you felt scared.
Tom always going above and beyond in his gifts for you on birthdays, anniversaries, and just because he want to’s.
Him surprising you with a vacation to a place you’ve always wanted to visit.
Following him basically anywhere and everywhere because he will literally get on his hands and knees to beg.
Forcing you to play basketball with him even though you know that there’s a reason why you’re not a pro basketball player.
But always seeming to win.
Knowing that he lets you.
But never questioning it because it was his way of spending time with you.
Spending time with his family.
Because in a way, they’re your second family.
Tom’s mother commenting on how happy she is that Tom has found himself a wonderful girl.
His father agreeing one hundred percent and cracking jokes as to when they should expect the wedding.
His brothers always teasing Tom about how much you have him wrapped around your finger.
Blushing because you would never want him to be “whipped”, but it’s nice to know that you have that power.
Tom clapping back with, “At least I’ve got a girlfriend.”
Laughing when they’d all get into a wrestling match.
“If I win, [Y/N] is mine!”
“No, if I win, [Y/N] mine!”
“Bloody Hell! You gits think you’re actually going to win? [Y/N] will always be mine, whether or not I do lose.”
Going to the gym with him.
Getting distracted because by God those muscles should be illegal.
Him knowing it and teasing you about it.
Always getting back at him by doing anything and everything that shows of your figure.
Tom throwing down his weights and attacking you with kisses.
Him always being respectful of your boundaries.
Never pushing you to do things you don’t want to do.
You loving him for it.
Knowing that you will eventually let him but just not right now because you’re not ready.
And him being perfectly okay with that.
Sparring with him.
Tom being beyond impressed at your skills.
Telling you everyday how much he loves you.
Begging him to take you to go get icecream even though he can’t really have any.
Scolding him when he says, “fuck it,” and gets himself some.
“You’re trainer is going to be pissed.”
Shaking your head and enjoying your icecream date with him.
Taking Tess out for walks together.
Taking a million pictures of her because she’s just so damn cute.
Lazy days with Tess
Cuddling the poor dog into suffocation until she can’t take it anymore and leaves.
Leaving you two clinging onto each other.
Tom leaving trails of kisses along your forehead.
Holding you tight.
Falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Waking up in the middle of night, panicking because your parents are going to freak out.
Tom shooting out of bed to get you home.
Him trying to help you sneak into your house without your parents waking up.
Him mumbling that the two of you should just move out together.
Telling him that it would be a good idea but to talk about it later.
Tom always gushing about you in interviews.
Always being his plus one to the films you want to see.
Introducing you to your favorite actors.
Getting embarrassed when Robert Downey Jr. finally gets to meet you.
“SO, this is the girl you never shut up about? It’s about damn time I finally meet her. [Y/N], it’s so lovely to meet you. I feel like I practically know you with the amount of stuff Tom has told me about you.”
Also getting a little embarrassed but not as embarrassed as when fans stop you on the streets.
Getting panicky because you’re just waiting for the hate.
But being surprised when it’s nothing but love and awe.
Agreeing to take pictures with them and asking to take one of them so you can put it on Instagram as well.
Speaking of Instagram, Tom is forever posting sly pictures of you.
You are literally all over his page.
But, it’s okay because he is all over yours.
You’ve been trending on #couplegoals for days.
Threatening Tom with his life if he doesn’t stop posting the selfies you send him.
Him not caring.
“I’ll take my chances, babe.”
Getting him back on snapchat with the crazy filters.
Agreeing to tone down the embarrassing pictures.
But one or two always comes leaking out and you are forever mortified.
Starting a prank war.
You always seeming to have better pranks.
Feeling bad and deciding to call it off but not before Tom gets you really good.
Laying out under the stars and talking about the future.
Telling each other that as long as you have each other, the future can bring whatever it wants.
Tom surprising you with a promise ring.
“We’re both still really young and I know a lot of people our age are getting married but I just can’t imagine getting married at this moment. But at least with this, it’s a promise that you will have my last name, just not right now.”
You accepting it because there is not a damn soul on this earth aside from Tom that you could see yourself with.