oh now you care

Hello!! Wow, this is the first time I have ever posted a picture of myself to my studyblr. I hope this is ok. I feel so happy to be in the world and I just wanted to share it ✨

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*tries to be cute but ends up looking like this*

Can I Be Her || Tom Holland Oneshot (Alternate Ending)

Request: Anonymous asked: Can I please get an imagine where the reader is best friends with Tom and Harrison but loves Tom. The reader is witnessing Tom fall in love with Zendaya and tries to forget about Tom but can’t. In the end, Tom ends up having a serious relationship with Zendaya and Tom and the reader fall apart. You can decide the end but I want it to be a sad ending. I’m sorry if it’s complicated or just plain stupid. Thank you.

Warnings: Sad, happy ending!

Word Count: 1,655

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Enjoy! Only difference is the ending lol. This is not part two by the way!

~Masterlist~


You didn’t think this would happen. You were falling for Tom, hard. At first you thought nothing of it, but once you got to know him, the real him, you were in a trance. You developed a love for Tom, it was completely indescribable. You never told anyone, not even Harrison, knowing he’d never keep his mouth shut. He’d spill everything to Tom, and you couldn’t bare let your affection for him to get in the way of your friendship.

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renora is so pure? they’ve been best friends since, as toddlers, they found each other hiding from a village-murdering monster. they’ve been protecting and caring about each other for like 10 years!! they’ve been by each other’s side for that long! they love each other so much! it’s one of the sweetest, most wholesome relationships in the series and i absolutely loved the importance they had in volume 4. i honestly dont care whether they end up dating or not, as long as theyre together. platonic or romantic, they will never leave each other’s side and i just love them so much.

Can I Be Her - Tom Holland Oneshot

Request: Anonymous asked: Can I please get an imagine where the reader is best friends with Tom and Harrison but loves Tom. The reader is witnessing Tom fall in love with Zendaya and tries to forget about Tom but can’t. In the end, Tom ends up having a serious relationship with Zendaya and Tom and the reader fall apart. You can decide the end but I want it to be a sad ending. I’m sorry if it’s complicated or just plain stupid. Thank you.

Warnings: Sad, heart breaking

Word Count: 1,494

Pairing: Tom Holland x Zendaya

A/N: Based on the song by James Arthur - Can I Be Him but instead of his perspective it’d be the reader’s P.O.V. 

This felt so real I almost cried!

~Masterlist~


You didn’t think this would happen. You were falling for Tom, hard. At first you thought nothing of it, but once you got to know him, the real him, you were in a trance. You developed a love for Tom, it was completely indescribable. You never told anyone, not even Harrison, knowing he’d never keep his mouth shut. He’d spill everything to Tom, and you couldn’t bare let your affection for him to get in the way of your friendship. 

Tom was special. He was charming, kind, confident. He had lots of good qualities and a great personality. Who wouldn’t fall for him. Tom also seemed to be paired with Zendaya a lot lately. In magazines and articles, reporter kept saying how they were a thing. Those two hit it off from the very start. They created a very close friendship. You felt a little jealous because you felt that she had more to offer to Tom. And you happened to consider yourself a decent person, but it would never be enough for Tom. But you reminded yourself that you had nothing to worry about or so you thought.

“Hey Y/N Zendaya invited us to her house would you like to join us?” You looked up to meet his brown eyes. He was showing the most heartwarming smile.

“Um…Sure who’s all going to be there?” You slowly stood up from his couch.

“Everyone! Jacob, Harrison, Laura, the whole gang” He smiled brightly at you.

“Great. Let’s go then” You gestured to the door.

“Ladies first” You teased.

He playfully rolled his eyes but walked ahead of you.

The ride to her house was a comfortable silence, but felt as though someone should have spoken up first.

“We’re here” Tom unbuckled his seat belt and didn’t bother to wait for you, already practically in the enormous house. Another thing you couldn’t show off.

You knocked on her front door. Unlike Tom who just burst in, you knocked like the well mannered girl your parents raised you to be. Not a second later the door swung open to reveal a happy Zendaya.

“Y/N the door was open silly. Come on in!” She chuckled softly. 

You walked in and were greeted by everyone. A few “Hey’s” and “Where were yous” were thrown your way.

“Oh I was…outside” You pointed your thumb behind you.

“Doing what?” Jacob spoke up.

“Getting left behind” You mumbled. Thankfully no one heard you.

“What was that?” Harrison looked confused.

“Uh nothing. So what’re we doing?” You clasped your hands together.

“We could swim in the pool out back” Zendaya suggested.

“Yeah!”

I’m down”

“Let’s go”

“I’m in”

“I’d love to but I’m not in the proper swim-wear” You gestured to your jeans and t-shirt.

“I think I may have something for you to wear Y/N, come on” Zendaya grabbed your hand and dragged you to her bedroom.

You saw her rummaged threw her stuff.

“Ah ha. Here you go. The bathrooms down the hall to your left” She smiled at you sweetly. 

Why did she have to be so nice. It was seriously impossible to hate her. There wasn’t anything bad you could say about her.

You quickly changed into the bikini top and bottoms. You gazed at your reflection picking out all your flaws. The bikini didn’t do you as justice like it did on Zendaya. Whereas she was skinny and tall, you were curvy, not that it was a bad thing, but always had a problem with your image. You couldn’t compete with her.

By the time you arrived outside everyone was doing their own thing. Tom and the boys were playing a game with a football, while Zendaya and Laura were tanning on chairs. You found yourself deep in thought thinking how did you fit in with these people. They were well-known and popular in life whereas the guy at Starbucks couldn’t even get your name correct. How did you managed to get yourself involved with them.


As months went by you slowly started seeing a change in Tom. He was always hanging out with Zendaya more often than usual, practically blowing off your hangouts to spend time with her. You were losing him, and fast. Your chance of ever being with him was starting to become a long-shot, and if you didn’t make a move he would be a goner. He’d be with Zendaya.

“Harrison I don’t think this is such a good idea” You protested. You finally gave in and told Harrison about your feelings for Tom. Since he was his best friend, Harrison suggested that you’d just tell Tom how you felt, that way you could see if he felt the same way.

“No don’t do that. You’re not backing out of this now” He shook his head.

“But what if he doesn’t like me” You stared at your feet.

“Your his best friend, you two have a wonder friendship, there’s no way he could reject you” He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Okay” You sighed.

“You got this” He gave a slight push to his trailer.

“I got this” You recited back to yourself until you reached his door. 

You mentally prepared yourself for better or for worse. You knocked slightly on his door but got no response. Strange he just finished shooting today. You thought. You tried again but got no answer. You opted for option two. You tried opening his door. It opened immediately granting you access inside his trailer. You cautiously stepped in looking around and not finding him anywhere. You checked the last place you knew for sure that you’d find him. You walked up to his bedroom and heard music coming from the room. You grew curiously and turned the knob, which you now regret doing so.

You gaped at the sight of Tom and Zendaya in a full out make out session. You gasped which finally got both of their attention. Tom noticed you first and his eyes bulged out widely from their sockets. He pulled away from Zendaya.

“Y-Y/N?!”

Zendaya didn’t even have the courage to meet your gaze.

“I-It’s not what it looks like!” He flailed his arms in a “no” motion.

“Really?!” You looked at him incredulously shocked. “I can’t do do this right now…” You whispered. You exited his trailer with fast paced steps.

“Y/N!” You heard Tom shout after you. You ignored him and continued walking to your car.

“Y/N stop!” Tom got a hold of your forearm preventing you from going any farther.

“Let. Go. Of. Me!” You said sternly.

“No not until you tell me what’s wrong!”.

“Oh now you care?!” You scoffed.

“Of course I care. I’m your best friend” He looked stunned.

“You haven’t exactly been acting like one” You mumbled averting your gaze any else.

“What?” He asked.

“You heard me” You pulled your arm out of his grip

“Why are you being like this?!” He raised his voice.

“Because she took you from me!” You cried out.

“Who? Zendaya? She hasn’t taken me from anybody Y/N, I’m not her property!” He shook his head. “I’m no ones property”

“She took what we had” You whispered.

“What we had? What’re you going on about?” 

“You two became closer and started hanging out more. You kept ditching me for her. I lost you to her” You sniffled.

“You didn’t lose me Y/N” He hugged you.

“I think I already have…” Your voice was muffled by his shirt.

“What makes you think that?” He looked down at you.

“Because you gave her your love” You whispered. You felt him pull back. 

“Y/N?” He hesitated.

You finally looked him in the eye and let it all out. “I fell for you Tom. I fell in too deep. I wanted to deny it, but I always kept coming back to you. Then you got closer to Zendaya, and I blew my chance. And when I saw you kissing her I j-just couldn’t watch”. You didn’t realize you shed a few tears through your confession.

“Y/N-” He started.

“No it’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. I get it. You love her. She’s the perfect girl for you. You deserve someone as great as her Tom” You faked the best smile you could muster.

“I’m sorry” Was all he could say.

“It’s okay” You said. Tom turned around and began walking.

“Just tell me one thing?” Your voice stopped him in his tracks

He turned his head. His saddened eyes stared back at yours. “Anything”.

“Did you even feel the slightest thing for me?” You just had to know.

“No. It’s always been Zendaya” His simply said, he turned around and retreated back to her.

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He's a Dick (Jeff Atkins x Fem!Reader)

A/N: The idea for this one is that Jeff is the readers best friend and she broke up with her shit boyfriend Marcus and when she called Jeff for help he was too busy focusing on other stuff that the reader felt like he stopped caring. Then it ends with sugary sweet fluff and kisses and junk.

You walked around Sheri’s party, red cup in hand looking for your boyfriend Marcus. Huge parties weren’t usually your thing, but you got dragged along by not only him but all of your other friends. Hannah was too busy with Clay, Sheri was busy hosting, Jessica was getting her face sucked off by Justin, and Zach and Marcus were nowhere to be seen.

You walked outside and saw Jeff playing beer pong with Monty. You walked up next to him and stood by his side. He looked down and gave a soft smile before returning to his game.

“Hey, have you seen Marcus around?” You asked. He shook his head no, never turning to look at you. You watched as he aimed before shooting and landing the ball in the middle cup.

“This game is stupid.” You said with a chuckle. Jeff absentmindedly nodded and picked up another ball.

“Almost as stupid as you.” You said with a small smirk, attempting to gain his attention once again.

“Yeah, that’s great, Y/N. I’m a little busy right now.” He said. You looked down sadly and nodded before walking off to find Marcus. You weren’t having any fun and you were ready to go home. You pushed past the sweaty bodies and asked around, but nobody had seen him.

You finished looking downstairs and made your way upstairs. You opened door after door before coming to one at the end of the hallway. You heard moaning coming from inside and you were about to walk away until you heard a familiar voice.

You leaned against the door and heard his voice once again. You pushed open the door and your hand instantly flew to your mouth. He scrambled off the bed holding the blanket against him and began stammering out lame excuses. You looked at the girl and noticed she was one of the cheerleaders. Jenny Kyle.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Marcus?!” You shouted angrily.

“Y/N, b-babe. I swear this, this meant nothing! S-she means nothing! This was an accident!” Marcus stammered out, stepping towards you. You backed away, tears pricking at your eyes and shook your head. He kept coming closer and when he got near you, you pushed him back at full force. He stumbled onto the floor and you leaned down to be in his face.

“We. Are. Finished.” You seethed before turning and storming down the stairs. You didn’t even try to cover your tears as they freely flowed down your cheeks. People stared as you walked past, but you didn’t care. You ran outside to find Jeff and saw him standing at the same table with another ball in his hand. You walked up to him and grabbed his arm pulling it down so you could whisper in his ear.

“Please take me home, Jeff.” You spoke, trying to keep your voice from cracking. Jeff groaned quietly and pulled his arm from your grasp.

“Can’t you get Marcus or Clay to do it? Jeez, Y/N, I’m trying to play.” He said in an annoyed voice. You scoffed and stormed away from him, not believing what he had said. You managed to find Tony in the crowd and convinced him to take you home. Thankfully, he knew you weren’t in the mood to answer any questions, so he didn’t even ask. He drove you home in silence and spent the night with you as you cried into his chest.

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You woke up with your eyes puffy from crying, and Tony’s arm wrapped around yours. You shook him and his eyes slowly peeled open before meeting yours. He sighed as he saw your reddened cheeks.

“Hey, you gonna be alright? We don’t have to go. I can take you to Rosie’s and we can just skip a day.” He said as you climbed out of bed, before walking to your closet to find the comfiest outfit for the day.

“No thanks, T. I appreciate it though.” You said softly, your voice still scratchy from crying. He nodded and gave a sympathetic smile before standing and wrapping his arms around you, tightly pulling him into his chest.

“You’re gonna be alright, kid. I’ve got your back.” He said, placing a kiss on the top of your head. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him as well, trying to refrain from crying again, but of course a few tears escaped. Tony felt you shaking and pulled away before wiping your tears.

“Don’t cry. He isn’t worth your tears.” He said. You took in a deep breath and gave him a sad smile. He returned a small one before patting your shoulder and walking towards your door.

“I’ll be downstairs. I’ll drive you today, and we can stop for breakfast if you want.” He offered.

“Thanks for driving but we don’t need to stop.” You said. He nodded and walked out of your bedroom, leaving you alone to change. You pulled off your clothing and walked into your bathroom. You turned on the shower and stepped into it. You quickly cleaned yourself and stepped out, drying off and pulling on a pair of black skinny jeans, a matching tank top and a grey hoodie. You pulled your (Y/H/C) hair up into a ponytail and walked out. You walked downstairs to meet Tony and grabbed a pair of black combat boots similar to his.

You walked out and he drove you both in silence. When you arrived you had to part ways, but not before a reassuring hug.

You walked to your locker in silence, ignoring everyone in your path. You put in your combination and opened your locker, pulling out a few books.

“Y/N!” You heard a familiar voice call. You looked up and saw Jeff running towards you. You rolled your eyes and slammed your locker before turning and walking away. You could hear his footsteps growing closer and you sped up, trying your best to avoid him as he called your name. You felt his hand grab your shoulder before he stepped in front of you.

“Hey, you alright?” He asked, worry in his eyes. You scoffed and crossed your arms.

“Oh, so now you suddenly care?” You asked with a raised brow. Jeff looked at you in confusion and shook his head.

“What are you talking about, Y/N/N? I’ve always cared about you. You’re my best friend.” He said. You rolled your eyes and looked down.

“Didn’t seem like you cared last night. All you cared about was that stupid game.” You said pushing past him, walking to class. Jeff followed quickly and grabbed your arm, pulling you into an empty classroom.

“Jeff, what the hell? Let me go to class!” You exclaimed. Jeff just stared at you as you began to seethe.

“What, what happened?” He asked quietly. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“It didn’t seem important to you yesterday. Why should you care now?” You said angrily. Jeff ran his hands over his face and sighed.

“Monty had me in a bet and I wanted to win. You know how competitive I can get, Y/N.” He explained. You shook your head and looked away.

“That doesn’t give you an excuse to be an asshole. And if you seriously must know what happened, I broke up with Marcus because I caught him fucking another girl. Jenny Fucking Kyle.” You said angrily. Jeff stood there with his mouth agape and his eyes wide.

“Yeah, I walked in on them both. Great fucking sight to see, but of course you don’t care. My problems aren’t important.” You said with tears beginning to fill your eyes. Jeff noticed and walked closer to you. You shook your head and held a hand out to stop him, but instead he grabbed it and pulled you into an embrace.

You tried your hardest to fight him as you started crying but as he ran his fingers through your hair and whispered into your ear, you slowly stopped fighting and just began sobbing into his chest. He rubbed your back soothingly and you fisted his shirt tightly.

“Shh. It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here.” He whispered. You shook in his arms as you let every emotion free.

“Why would he do that to me, Jeff? What did I do to deserve that? Was I not good enough?” You cried. Jeff continued to shush you and calm you down.

“Hey, look at me.” He said, lifting your head up with his finger.

“Don’t you dare cry over him. You’re way too good for that douchebag. He doesn’t deserve you. And don’t you ever say you’re not good enough. You are beautiful, and smart, and funny, and unique and any guy would be lucky to have you. I know I would.” He said, whispering that last part, but it was loud enough where you heard.

He brought a hand to your cheek and brushed away a stray tear with his thumb. You licked your lips and he looked down as you slowly ran your tongue over them. He mirrored your actions and you did the same. He looked back into your watery (Y/E/C) eyes before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours.

Your eyes fluttered closed and your heart skipped at the feeling. His lips were soft and had a hint of strawberry and mint to them. You brought your arms up around his neck and pulled him deeper into the kiss.

You both broke away once your lungs began straining for air and you rested your forehead against his. Your lips still tingled from coming in contact with his and you smiled a bit.

“Y/N?” He said, barely above a whisper. You hummed in response, playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

“You know I love you, right?” Jeff asked quietly. You nodded against him and he sighed.

“Seeing you with Marcus nearly drove me insane. He’s a fucking asshole, and you… you’re just too good for him. You’re honestly too good for me, and I’d be perfectly fine if you don’t like me the way I like you, and if it’s too soon to start anything, and-” He rambled, but you cut him off with another kiss. He smiled against your lips and you pulled away, looking into his eyes.

“I love you too, you idiot.”

I don’t have words for how insanely disturbing it is the length people in this fandom will go to deny that the First Order is meant as an overt, aggressive, no holds barred, slap in your face, undeniable Nazi parallel. And that Hux is meant to parallel the fanaticism and eagerness of that regime’s high ranking officers to cleanse the world of those they considered lesser and impure, and spread their territory as wide as they could.


Because unlike with George Lucas who seemed to mostly use the Nazi theme for an aesthetic and a shorthand for “really evil bad guys”, and only much later seemed to even begin to take this even remotely as serious as it should be, TFA and the new EU takes it more seriously.


From Gallius Rax who can probably be said to be the founding father of The First Order, at least it seems to be him who gathers the people who will go on to found it. Among these people are Brendol Hux, father of Armitage Hux, the general with the hard on for genocide.

Rax in the Aftermath books straight up uses white supremacist rhetoric about how the Empire have grown weak with impurities (i.e. consorting constantly with lesser species) and needs to be broken down a purified, so it can be reborn strong.

Now white supremacy rhetorics in Star Wars aren’t aimed at humans with a different color of skin, that’s not how racism works in Star Wars. In this universe white supremacy = human supremacy. Instead of white people being the superior species, it’s humans are the superior species. The rhetorics themselves though, doesn’t change.

So yeah, not only was the Empire grossly racist - Star Wars style that is - the First Order continues and enhances this. For one thing you never see a single alien among them and the talk of the older Stormtroopers in BtA shows that the FO have a very strong “white supremacist” rhetoric going where non-humans are concerned.


And then of course there’s the absolutely and overt visual parallel. From the bloody uniforms and the arm bands, to the damn Star Killer speech.

Speaking of that.

Not only does the delivery of it sound like listening to one of those made by Der Führer, even its content sounds like it’s been lifted directly and then translated into English:


Today is the end of the Republic! The end of a regime that acquiesces to disorder!

At this very moment, in a system far from here the New Republic LIES to the GALAXY while secretly supporting the treachery of the loathsome Resistance. This fierce machine which you have built, upon which we stand, will bring an end to the Senate! To their cherished fleet!          

All remaining systems will bow to the First Order! And will remember this… as the last day of the Republic!


Switch out the words Republic and First Order for their real life equivalents and you have something that could have been spoken at a rally in Nazi Germany.

Oh, and lets not forget the salute at the end up of it.

Look at this and tell me to my Jewish face that that is not meant to look like a heil?


So really, tell me again how Abrams and Kasdan - two Jewish men - did not intend this as an overt Nazi parallel? That this is all incidental? That they’re “only meant to be fascist”?



And for the record, that last argument is gross and ignorant all of its own. All it does is display how oblivious and uneducated the user is as to what fascist regimes have done historically and even now to their population and to occupied territories. Often with both the blessing and the help of the countries where the people who use the “they’re only fascists” are coming from.

So next time before you even consider using that argument, educate yourself on fascism around the world and what your own country have done to promote it.

anonymous asked:

What do you think slytherins would be like finding out their friends ditched them on an important date to go do something else? (for instance a milestone birthday or a celebration of success being ditched for another birthday or even just other people) Im just curious

• they’d try to act like they don’t care first, cos we gotta uphold that No Emotions™ image

• so they’d like smile and be like ‘yeah sure no problem, I’ll just go by myself’ but they’re actually super pissed about it

• pettiness level 100000. literally whenever that friend wants something from them in the future they’ll bring up how they ditched them on that important day.

• may or may not unfollow their friend on every social media (‘oh i see, NOW you care about what I do’)

• will not text the person back for at least a week, because they’re 'busy’

• gleefully awaits the opportunity to ditch their friend, because paybacks a bitch

• will not tell their friend they’re pissed off like EVER even though everyone can clearly see that they are

• they will get over it at some point, but don’t expect it to happen anytime soon

Taken [Chapter 10]

Mafia!AU

Pairing: Suho x Reader

Warnings: Language; may have triggering situations including sexual situations, abuse, violence, etc.

Summary: You were just a normal girl. You were just trying to get by. Until a rather unfortunate relationship brought you to the hands of Suho, the leader of the greatest mafia in the country.


PrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10
Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15
Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Epilogue



The first time he came, he already caught your attention.

He was incredibly handsome, so it wasn’t strange that he made an impression on you and the rest of the employees. He always seemed to have a gentle smile on his face, and emits a calm and comforting aura. He always came around sundown, when the rays of the dying sun comes pouring in through the bakery windows. It always made him seem like he glowed warmly.

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hey! psa- if you’re wondering who the hell these people are, I’ve made an about page of sorts, fittingly titled “what the hell is a vaudeville?” so check it out if your curiosity is piqued or if you need something else to ferociously judge behind your computer screen. 

so it’s five am and i dont want to sleep

“You can’t suffer in silence, relishing your own martyrdom, and then get pissed off with people for not noticing,” they said.

“You really didn’t notice?”

“We asked. You said you were fine. Don’t say you’re fine if you’re not and then get pissed off with people for believing you or respecting your right not to talk about it.”

“Oh, please you just didn’t care!”

“Oh, right now I’m finding it hard to.”

Tom Riddle; Above You | Smut

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Warning(s): Smut, mild bullying





   “Hey Riddle! Mister Perfect!” You called Tom out. Tom hissed, he knew you were taunting him.


“What do you want, L/N!?” Tom scowled. “A lot, Riddle, firstly you owe me.” You crossed your arms. “What’s since when did I own you?” Tom sneered. “Since you needed help with some dark magic, you promised that you would say that I had nothing to with it and that I have a favor from you.” You poked one of Tom’s shoulders. Tom shoved you away.

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Here’s my take on the Meet The Artist challenge.. meme… thing!

It’s incredibly messy, but hey so am I. I also put way more detail in this than I normally do. Particularly on my pins and my wallet.

Enjoy!