look how close i was omg

Passionate Kisses (Tom Holland)

Originally posted by spideycentral

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader, Cole Sprouse x Reader
Warning: Cursing
Summary: Tom comes to visit you at work on the day you have to film a set of scenes with your co worker, Cole. A kissing scene to be specific and Tom gets a little jealous.
Author: Dizzy
A/N:  Another Cole and Tom fic! Thanks so much to the cutie who asked for this saying, “omg i just read your “i dont wanna be your man” imagine with cole and “tommys girl” its so good!!! ive recently been watching riverdale and i was wondering if tom (holland) visited y/n on set of riverdale, the day y/n and cole has a kiss scene? while tom watches tom gets a little jealous because it looks real and passionate and even more jealous when he sees how close you and cole are after shooting?? thank you i love your imagines omgg😍😍😍”


You laughed and rested your head on Cole’s chest as he stumbled over his line.

“I’m sorry! It’s a hard line! There’s a lot of alliteration.” He apologized with a chuckle.

“Everybody just take five!” The director announced as you and Cole walked off set, playfully shoving one another as you made fun of him.

“Get your shit together, Sprouse.” You said, “I can’t keep laughing through my lines.”

“Well I’m sorry if it’s a rough line to say before you’re trying not laugh while kissing your best friend.”

As you were about to reply, two arms wrapped around your waist. You quickly turned around to be face to face with Tom, who was smiling widely.

“Tom!” You cried, wrapping your arms around his neck. “What are you doing here?!”

“I thought I’d come visit you at work. I heard you’re shooting a big scene today.”

You pulled away and moved so you were facing both Tom and Cole.

“I am. Well, Cole and I are, actually. We have the biggest and most awkward scene to shoot today.” You explained. “Chucklehead over here won’t stop laughing during it though.”

Cole laughed and raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m trying my best. It’s hard not to fuck up.”

“What scene are you two working on?” Tom asked as the end of your short break was called.

“You’ll see.” You said with a wink as you and Cole linked arms and walked to set.  “Okay, Cole, get it together. This is no time for joking. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can all go home.”

Cole rolled his eyes with a smile. “I know, Y/n. I’ll try my best.” He promised as you got into your positions.

“And, action!”

“You know that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, right?” Cole said softly, leaning close to you, his eyes never leaving yours.

You nodded slowly and put a hand on his chest with a sigh. “I know, but-”

“No ‘buts’, just trust it, trust the things you’re feeling, the things that I’m feeling for you.” He said with such passion, it seemed as if it was real. “Just trust me.”

He leaned in slowly, just as you started to do before your eyes fluttered closed and his lips brushed against yours. He wrapped an arm around your waist before his lips connected with yours and you kissed with such a great passion that if no one knew you were acting, they would’ve thought you were truly in love with Cole.

You pulled away, as spoke softy. “I do.”

“Cut!” The shout made you and Cole pull away from one another and face everyone else. “Great work! You both did a great job today!” The director continued to speak before letting you both go.

You walked off set with Cole, his arm around your shoulders as you both talked.

“High five, man! We fucking did it.” You said, holding your hand up.

Cole gave you a quick high five and smiled. “Do you want to go grab a bite to eat? I’d love to get to know that boyfriend of yours.”

“Oh, shit. I can’t. Me and Tom already have dinner reservations. How about tomorrow?”

“I think I could do tomorrow. Depends on what time though. I have a big date.”
“Oh really?”

“Yes, really. You sound surprised that I even have a date. What? Did you want me all to yourself?” Cole joked.

“Oh, most definitely. You’re mine and only mine.” You said dramatically as you caught sight of Tom. “There’s Tom. I have to go, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Of course. Remember to ask him about dinner. Have fun.” Cole said, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before you did the same, something you did as a platonic gesture.

“Thanks. I’ll see you later!” You chirped as you walked to Tom, a big smile on your face as you walked up to him.

Tom had an odd expression on his face that you couldn’t decipher. He wasn’t mad, but you couldn’t tell what he was feeling.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” You asked as you followed him to the car.

“Nothing. I just didn’t realize how close you and Cole were.” He mumbled, almost incoherently.

“Aw, is someone jealous?” You asked, watching as a light blush dusted his cheeks.

“I’m not jealous. I just like it when my girl is my girl and my girl only.” He stated in a matter of fact tone as you climbed into the car.

“Oh, come on, Tom. It was just a joke.” You said, putting a hand on his thigh. “I’ll always be your girl. Cole’s just my best friend is all.”

“Does he really have to kiss you and do you really have to kiss him back?”

“Tom, it’s not like we’re making out.”

“You made out with him today and it looked pretty damn real.”

You giggled. “I was acting, you know, like what we do for a living?”

“Did you like it?” Tom asked, jealousy raging inside him.

“Of course not. It was like kissing my brother.” You replied with a smile. “Seriously, Tom, you have nothing to be jealous about.”

You ran your hand up and down his thigh in a teasing fashion. You would never tell Tom, but his jealousy was starting to get you bothered.

“Y/N.” Tom groaned.

“What?”

“Would you quit it? It’s hard to be upset with you turning me on like you do.”

Let’s just say you never did go to dinner.

Not today mv

Okay what the fuck i’m not moving at all since i saw it and I’m probably crying and my lip is bleeding because i bit it omg i cannot what the hell how could they do this to us like jimin wtf your pink hair and leather pants and that striped shirt and yoongi with his fucking tongue technology what the hell get out guys tae jesus christ that hair style and look in general and rapmon and hobi dancing and jin and i don’t even wanna start talking about jungkook because how dare u big hit film this devil so close how dare u bighit film this devil in general i don’t wanna see him dancing or smiling or doing whatever he does it literally kills me i’m not okay rn seriously I don’t know what to do anymore i’m just sitting on the couch without moving and i’m shook af what the fuck big hit

I’m sorry but Credence and Modesty’s relationship is so important

They’re both from an abusive household and rely on each other for support

Credence is quite a bit older so clearly he has a certain duty of care over her, but the thing is this responsibility that they feel to look after one another is definitely mutual.

However, Modesty is incredibly intelligent and is wise beyond her years. She’s twigged what Mary Lou is like and she knows how to avoid detection - unlike Credence. 

While Chastity is close to Mary Lou and seems to genuinely believe in the teachings of the New Salem Philanthropic Society, Modesty and Credence only have each other to rely on, and while they keep their heads down and keep relatively quiet - Modesty only singing the anti-witchcraft hopscotch chants - the times we see them together show how much they need each other and how important they are to each other.

Modesty has seen Credence beaten, and when they’re out gently holds his hand. She is aware of the abuse he is going through so is careful to avoid what she can - but at the same time shows him a small amount of affection to show her support. This is a man who when he was hugged in a controlling way was “overwhelmed” at the affection. I’m certain that Modesty lightly holding his hand is enough love to keep him going. 

It’s said that Modesty only trusts him.

When Credence finds her wand, he only panics when they are caught, and is more worried about Modesty being hurt than being in trouble himself.

What stands out the most though, is when the obscurus took over Credence. Usually the dark magic controls the victim, takes over and destroys everything in its path including the witch/wizard in question. Yet when Credence was overcome with dark magic he killed Mary Lou, destroyed the building yet left Modesty completely unharmed. His sister means so much to him that not even an obscurus could make him cause any harm to her.

Credence and Modesty Barebone’s relationship is so important and must be protected and nothing will ever make me not love these siblings.

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So…um…merry chirstmas? lol

I’m so late omg…

But I really hope all of you had very nice and happy holidays. ♥

The son family sure had! Enjoying the christmas market and it’s delicious treats. I made all their scarfs red because I like the idea that Chichi made them all matching ones from the same wool. x3

I love how Chichi is looking at Goku (she is so cute ♥) so I put a close up in for more details.

Oh btw I looked at the image from my phone and it looked overly saturated but it looks fine on my PC. So if the saturation seems off to you could you tell me? Then it might be some wrong settings on my PC screen. Ty ♥

resists urge to add cheesy dialog to the middle of the pic

Finally finished! \o/ I might edit some things before I print it but this is it for the most part \o/

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there’s something about promptio (read: I SHIP THEM SO HARD LOOK AT THEM HOW CLOSE TO THEY GOTTA STAND NEAR EACH OTHER/HOW LONG DO THEY GOTTA STARE???? im so dead)

A girl walked in to my work today and asked where the bathroom is and my brain went “OMG HER HAIR IS SO PRETTY” so I had to tell it “omg shut up she just asked you a question…what was it…?” And I finally told her where the bathroom is but every time I looked at her my brain went “OMG HER FACE IS SO PRETTY” and I kept losing my train of thought so I had to close my eyes like I was trying to remember how to get there instead of just trying to focus through all the gay in my head…
Is this what being gay is like?

wholove  asked:

omg I love this!! “Great, how are we supposed to get home now?” please!!!

i loved writing this one!!!

“Great, how are we supposed to get home now?” Liv looks unimpressed, hands on her hips. She surveys the damaged tire, hair in disarray, a mark from the car window on her face.

Aaron’s as irritated as she is. They’re close to home and they’ve spent five nights camping in close quarters, and he just wants to be in his bed with Robert, asleep.

“We have a spare tire, Liv,” Robert informs her calmly, looking far too put together for someone who just five minutes ago had been dead to the world. He’s popping the boot, going for the spare tire.

“I ain’t changing it,” Aaron says.

“Lucky I used to be a mechanic too, then,” Robert says with a grin. He drops the tire on the ground next to him, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

Aaron’s beginning to see the benefits of this disaster, ignoring the pointed look Liv gives him. She hovers over Robert’s left shoulder, and Aaron knows that’ll irritate him after a while. To his surprise, Robert looks up at her, eyebrows raised, and doesn’t protest when she asks to do the jack.

Robert’s attentive and shows her the best way to raise the car, soft smile on his face that Aaron only ever sees around her.

He grabs the tire iron himself, waves them out of the way and bends down to loosen the nuts.

“Thought you weren’t gonna help,” Robert says smugly, sharing a conspiratorial look with Liv.

Aaron snorts. “Couldn’t let Liv have all the fun, could I?”

There’s a vicious nut that won’t come loose, and he and Robert work together, Liv offering to jump on it if their combined efforts don’t work. Aaron grins at Robert’s snort, and feels the stress of the trip fall away as they work together to get their car back on the road.

my little family ;_;

Sherlock and John meeting
  • John: *holy shit he's really fucking hot, act natural*
  • Sherlock: *oh fuck he's really cute and in the military i just-pull yourself together! Okay make up some excuse to talk to him.*
  • Sherlock: MY PHONE. I UH DONT HAVE IT.
  • Mike: here, borro-
  • John: BORROW MINE, COMPLETE STRANGER
  • John: *lol good job that was smooth. Omg his voice*
  • Sherlock: *he's so hot. Look at his tan and his face and his HAIR and oh my gosh wounded in war he is so hot and and I need to impress him*
  • Sherlock: YOU WERE A SOLIDER. WHERE?
  • John: *holy shit he's psychic and even more gorgeous up close*
  • John: HOW DID YOU KNOW????
  • Sherlock: *don't let him get away...*
  • Sherlock: LETS MOVE IN TOGETHER
  • John: *gettin laid tonight...no be casual*
  • John: ALREADY? IDK YOU THOUGH LOL
  • Sherlock: *he's so hot im too busy staring at him so idk wtf he just said lol*
  • Sherlock: *WINK*
  • John: *oh I'm so fucked*
  • John: SEE YOU THERE
  • Sherlock: *oh my gosh omigosh omigosh omigosh yesyesyesyes*
  • Mike: *lol I'm the best mate ever*

Can we all just stop for a moment and look, and I mean actually LOOK at this shit?

Look at his fucking expression. That is not ‘unimpressed’. That is ‘omg ur pwetty’ in the manliest manner possible. 

And then there’s this shit.

Excuse me, but can you bloody SEE the clear admiration on his majestic little face? Like, um…the mighty warrior is looking at a curly-haired, handkerchief carrying HOBBIT like he’s the most amazing fucking thing ever in the history of everness. 

Which brings us to this.

Oh look, it’s the ‘smile into their shoulder so they can’t see how being close to them turns you into a puddle of kittens’ trope that’s used in practically EVERY ROMANCE FILM/BOOK EVER MADE THIS SIDE OF PLUTO.

Because fuck you, Pluto is a planet too. 

AND THEN THERE’S THIS SHIT.

Like, why would you even need to touch him here?! Oh right, yeah, because this is the ‘I need to make sure you’re okay but I don’t wanna ask cuz then you’ll know I think ur perfect and oh fuck now my hand is on your arm don’t panic and pretend to be protective. Bitches love protective’ trope so commonly found in…you guessed it! ROMANCE!

AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THIS SHIT.

UM, EXCUSE YOU.

ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!

THIS COULD NOT GET MORE LIKE A WEDDING UNLESS SODDING MAHAL HIMSELF TURNED UP AND WAS ALL

“SUP! Lemme marry yo sweet majestic ass to that pretty golden crowned bunny of awesomeness.”

ROMANTIC FIRELIGHT LIKE NO OTHER KIND OF LIGHT EVEN FRIGGING EXISTS, BILBO IN FUCKING BRIDAL WHITE, A LONG CONVENIENTLY ISLE-LOOKING HALLWAY WITH FUCKING GUESTS WATCHING THE PROCEEDINGS!

If the Hobbit crew got any more shipper trash, they’d be a fucking landfill.

So lyke omg you guyzzzzz!!!

I was just scrolling through my trash dash when I came across this.

Now for those of you that don’t know that’s Ben on the set/behind the scenes/whatever of Bloodline season three.

If you look closely you can see that Ben is sporting a rather nice white tank top but for those of us who watch Bloodline you will know that Ben’s character Danny Rayburn likes to torment us with his rather wonderful Grey Tank Top of Sex.

Now we all know how season one ends *insert moment of silence for Danny* but here’s where my rather damn good theory comes in.

Now If you have watched Lord of the Rings (Which you should have btw, it’s amazing. Go watch it rn if you haven’t) you will know that Gandalf wears grey!

Originally posted by panienkaemi

but then he dies! Ooooh spoilers!!!! omg how dare I spoil something that’s been around since the dawn of time!!!

Anyways the point I’m making with all of this is that he comes back!!! and he comes back wearing white!!!!

Originally posted by laughingsloth

Just like our good Ben is wearing white in the first pic!!!

So basically if S3 of Bloodline does not have Danny coming back wearing a soaking wet white tank top and destroying his family then I’m sorry Netflix but you have done it WRONG!!!

Also the plus side to all of this is that if he comes back then we wont have to see the wig of doooooom.

GUYS!!!!??1?1?1!1?1? OMG OMG I WAS IN FIRST FREAKING ROW!!!!! HE TOUCHED MY HAND AND GAVE ME ONE OF THE SONG LISTS!!!! BEST. NIGHT. OF. MY. LIFE!!!!! I TOUCHED HIM AND HE LOOKED AT US AND HE SMILED AT ME AND IM JUST SO SO SO SO HAPPY!!!!1! YOU CANNOT IMAGINE HOW SURREAL IT WAS SEEING MY FAVE ARTIST OF ALL TIME LITERALLY SO CLOSE I TOUCHED HIM (A LOT ACTUALLY) BEST DAY EVER!!!!!!!

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kuraryou at your service

pottermoregays  asked:

colors n' feelings: lavender and anxious hook me up w some drarry

Lavender is such a nice color omg good choice

Also, I’ve noticed that I put a lot of the weight of depression/loss/etc. on Draco in my writings, so I tried to look at things through Harry’s POV.  And I realize that my interpretation of feeling anxious may be different from others’, but I hope you like this one!!

my writing


When Draco closes the door behind him with a suitcase in tow, Harry feels like he’s been through this before.

“Harry?”

“Yes?”

“I’ve been meaning to tell you that my mother has invited me to attend a wedding with her in France; her friend’s goddaughter is going to get married, and Mother didn’t want to go alone.”

“Oh! Are you planning on going?”

“Yes. You’ll be okay here, right?”

“I’m the Head Auror. Of course I’ll be alright, you git.”

He’s in the middle of rearranging the wardrobe when it dawns on him that he’s actually not-so-alright, and it’s very clear by the way that he appears to have caught himself filling the voids in an effort to ease himself back into the idea that Draco isn’t really gone; his absence is only temporary. Only one week, and he will be back, Harry thinks.

He fidgets with his wand at the meeting that afternoon as one of the Junior Aurors presents their progress on a case. As usual, Ron doesn’t fail to notice.

“Something wrong?”

Harry shrugs before he chews on his portion of the roast and savors the pleasantries of today’s lunch before he elaborates, although feebly. “Not really.”

“Ah, something new, then?”

“Draco left to go to France with his mum today.”

“Oh. I bet you miss him. I feel the same way when ‘Mione’s away.” He waits until Harry nods in agreement, then continues. “Just think of it this way, mate: we’ve been through this kind of thing before, saying goodbye to loved ones and all – twice a year, even. We went through six – well, seven, if you want to get technical – whole years of it! Saying ‘bye’ every Christmas and summer to at least one person that you care about, you know?”

Harry nods again because Ron is right. There wasn’t much of a problem before since he and Ron could always rely on the anticipation of meeting Hermione after New Year, for example. But ever since the fourth year, things have been a bit different.

He told Cedric Diggory that they’d meet at the end of the maze just before the last task began. They met, sure, but only one of them made it out alive.

Then, in the fifth year, Sirius…

Harry raises the cup to his lips with a hold that is much too firm; he wishes for two things: primarily, for his fingers to stop shaking; secondly, that his thoughts of his godfather would return to the back of his mind. It always felt like he was opening up a recovered wound when the memory replayed itself.

The cup settles back onto the table without spilling as he thinks of Dumbledore, Snape, Lupin, Tonks and Fred.

They were his friends, and there were many more.

He thinks about that for the rest of the day and is in the middle of writing a letter to Draco when he realizes that perhaps he is feeling so distraught because he cannot trust that others will return.

Harry tosses the note into the bin, fetches a new piece of parchment, and writes.

Content with his brief message, he absentmindedly stands up to cross the room until he reaches the large window in which his owl is perched. He thinks about the way that Hedwig used to enjoy sitting on windowsills, too, and he gets lost in the sunset, painted just beyond the confines of his flat.

Harry watches the owl fly into a mixture of brilliant oranges and soft lavender tones. The small piece of parchment is attached to its leg and he sees it wobble a bit, even as the bird steadily increases its distance.

Wait.

The letter.

What did he even write?

Draco,

Promise me that you will return

Harry

“Oh, Merlin…” Harry clutches onto the windowsill as he tries to call out to the owl. Why in Godric’s name did he have to space out now?

The bird soon turns into a speck of dust on the canvas of multicolored clouds, and suddenly – yes, it is very, very sudden – the brilliant orange is no longer brilliant as it is alarming, but the lavenders and powder-blues remain soft, like a silk blanket. It envelops him in his panic like a soothing cup of tea, then it darkens, coiling and tightening and twisting until he suffocates with the poisons of his mind, all of which had been bottled up and are only being uncorked now.

It floods through him, the poison, until his heart hammers against his chest and a cold sheen of sweat forms around his skin as he wonders not what Draco will think of him and the nature of his letter; instead, he itches to know whether the letter will actually reach France, reach Draco.

Then, he asks himself: Do I really want to know?

He thinks and he thinks, and his fingers pick at pieces of lint that were never there as he resigns on the sofa near the hearth.

It’s a bit like plucking a flower from the dirt and determining whether someone loves you – he loves me, he loves me not – except Harry’s flower dies at his touch and he wonders what went wrong before, and what went wrong now, and then what about later –

Is there even a “later”?

And at that thought, Harry tries to ground himself, placing the roots of the flaming plant back into the dirt because the water within will quench it.

He’s overthinking, and he knows it.

His mind is racing, but it will calm.

Even, steady breaths.

The silk blanket reverts into itself from its snakelike form and withdraws back into the sky.

Steady.

A quiet heartbeat accompanied by the crackling of the fire in the hearth.

Draco will return.

Harry relaxes against the cushions and places his hand over his chest to focus on the way that it rises and falls.

Only a week; that’s all there is to it.

He stands when he’s ready, but doesn’t look back at the sky before he opens the door to his bedroom.

fin.