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Alarm -Tom Holland

A/N: This one is trash. This gif and the song Alarm by Ann-Marie are responsible for this imagine, please don’t hate me. Enjoy? Part 2

I set my alarm on 3am in the morning. No I’m not a psychopath and I really love to sleep but Tom just happened to be on a whole different time zone than me. It’s been a little bit over four months since he entered a plain to fly off to film his new movie. It’s been hard. It’s been lonly. Really lonly. This distance thing was just not compatible with my emotional state and I was having a hard time. So was he. That’s the reason why I woke up at three am in the morning everyday to see his stupid face.

My alarm went off and I shut my eyes open being a little baffled for a moment. As I remembered what my alarm was for I reached for my phone and unlocked it.
Seconds later I could see Tom facetiming me and I accepted his call with a sleepy smile.
“Hey.”,I said and rolled onto my back rubbing my eyes, trying to get rid of the slight burning sensation.
“You’re really tired aren’t you?”,he said and I put my hands away immediatly.
“No? Who said that? I could run a marathon.”,I joked and winked at him.
“Shut up. You wouldn’t run a marathon at anytime of the day.”,he chuckled and I smiled again.
“You know me.”,I said and we both fell silent staring at each other and I felt my heart sink.
“I really miss you Tom.”, I finally said and my voice sounded chocked up, not as confident as I would want it to be and he sighed.
“I miss you too.”, he said and ran his fingers through his hair looking really stressed which made me worry.

“Don’t worry about it. You just have a month left.”,I said quickly and put a smile on, which didn’t feel all that real. My heart was pounding in my chest and I couldn’t put my finger on why.
“Tell me about your schedule. What’s next?”,I added and changed the subject to take his mind of the real issue.
“Oh…uh-..there is this event we’re working for which really stresses me out because it is a huge deal. There’ll be an after party to that. I don’t really know if I’ll go there, I have to do this other thing which still needs a lot of work and I’m not even sure…”

“Hey.”,I interrupted him and he looked up into the camera .
“It’s all going to be fine. Don’t stress yourself.”,I tried to calm him but he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah that’s easy for you to say.”,he said and even though I knew that he was salty because of all things he told me about, his attitude still bugged me.
“No need to be an ass about it.”,I said with furrowed brows and he ran his fingers through his hair again. Rougher this time.
“I know! I’m sorry. It’s just so overwhelming and you’re so far away and I just can’t…concentrate.”,he groaned and pressed his palms over his eyes.
“Did you tell Harrison about this, T?”,I asked now really worried but he shook his head.
“It doesn’t matter anyways. I just have to get it done.”,he said and seemed to be annoyed but I couldn’t quite tell why.
“That’s not true. It does matter. I don’t want you to get sick Tom. Please talk to him.”,I tried to convince him but he let his shoulders sink.
“I gotta go, Y/N. We’ll start shooting soon.”


“I love you, darling.”,he said and blew me a kiss.

“Tom!”,I said now more persistent but he just cracked a half smile and waved into the camera.

“I love you too, dumbass. Go be awesome now.”,I said finally and and waved back before he hung up. It’s not really necessary to tell you that I didn’t sleep well that night. Might as well have ran a marathon. Would have been less tiring.


The nice thing about our relationship was that there were no hard feelings after a little argument like that. We just kept going on with our lives because we understood each other. I knew he was being a little butthurt because of the stress and it was understandable.
The next day I didn’t set my alarm because I waited it to be 3am like a psychopath. I was holding my phone in my hand excitedly and smiled to myself. As soon as it was 3:00am I dialled his number and waited with a big grin on my face for him to pick up.
“Hey pretty girl. What’s up?”,he picked up and I squealed while jumping up and down.
“Gues what?!”,I said inbetween my excitement and pressed my palm against my lips.

“What?”,he laughed and his eyes were glowing with curiosity which made me even happier.
“We got it! We got the apartment we were rooting for!”,I exclaimed and and threw my fists into the air.
“Did we really?!”,he said and got up from where he was standing.
“Yes. Yes. Yes! The agent called today. I didn’t want to wake you up from your sleep. You barely get any.”,I said and smiled from ear to ear.

“I wish I could’ve been there. I wish I could hold you right now.”,he sighed and let himself fall onto the couch in his trailer.
“I know. Me too. But keep your head up. We will be having our own apartment soon. Do you know what that means? I’ll be always there when you come home. Even if it is late in the night and you can come cuddle with me or not. I mean we can do lots of other things in bed, you know…Try to think of that.”,I teased him and he playfully glared at me.

“Can I tell you something?”,he asked suddenly. We fell silent and were just enjoying each others company when he broke the silence. I knew he would, I waited for him to break it because I knew something was troubling him. He had this restless expression on his face where he would furrow his brows slightly and chew on his bottom lip.
“Of course. Shoot.”,I said and looked at my feet which were leaned up against the wall. Was that a different shade of blue on my right foot? Damn it.
“I’m having troubles.”

My head shot to my phone and I saw him look down on his feet. But I didn’t say anything because I saw that he needed time to process what he was going to say.

“I’m really having a hard time over here.”, he said and fell silent for quiet some time and panick started to rise in my chest.

“What is it Tom? You can tell me.”,I assured him with a gentle voice and wished he was right next to me so I could lay my arm around him or just take his hand in mine.
He opened his mouth to go on when suddenly I heared a knock on his door.
“Wait a second…”,he said and put his phone on to the table so that I watched the ceiling for a couple of minutes.
“Darling, I need to go. There is a complication with the event next week.”,he said as he picked his phone up and I nodded.

“Yeah, thought so. Go. I’ll call you tomorrow. We really do need to talk Tom.”,I said carefully and he nodded but was lost in his thoughts.
“Love you.”,he said and after I told him also, he was gone.
That was our last nice moment I would ever remember about us. That was also the only moment he tried to tell me about his issues.


From that day on everything began to go downhill. While I wad at home, trying to organize the apartment thing, being excited, Tom was stressed.

“Tom?“I asked for the third time and he snapped.

“What? Y/N I really don’t have time for this and I don’t really care right now! I’m trying to organize last things about the event in three days and you are asking me about a contract? Hell I don’t know okay? I don’t care! ”,he almost yelled and I was shocked. He sighed and started massaging his temples with his free hand, obviously annoyed with me. The thing that I was bothering him with and that he didn’t really care about was our future. That hit me right in the guts. I was only asking him about when we’d be able to sign the contract. A simple question. I felt a knot build in my throat and my eyes started watering and I became angry with myself. I looked down not wanting him to see how much he got to me.

“Darling, I’m sorry. Everyone is pressuring me right now. I didn’t mean to take it out on…”

“I think we should hang up.”,I interrupted him and didn’t look up, trying to gather myself together before I would look into his eyes.

“Y/N please! I didn’t mean-…I wasn’t…”

“I need to go Tom. Go finish your work. I’ll finish mine.”,I interrupted him again and he fell silent.

“Bye.”,I only said and hung up on him without waiting for an answer.
He called four times after I hung up and sent me three messages but I ignored all of them. If I talk to him right now, this is going to become a huge argument. We’re both on the edge of our nerves and we don’t need to stress that.

We didn’t talk for three days in which his important event happened. I had time to cool off and called him the morning after the event but he didn’t pick up. He was probably asleep with a huge headache. I smiled to myself imagening him having a hangover and sleeping it out, on his belly, face burried into the pillow. I called him five hours later but he didn’t pick up. Now it was getting a little weird because he should be awake by now. I shrugged my shoulders and decided to wait and not push him. He was probably still busy. Post event things? Who knows. I made myself a nice cup of sugary tea and chose a movie to watch while I waited for him to call back.

But he didn’t.

I called him the following two days three times a day but he did not answer once. Finally, it was a thursday night, I called Harrison when my alarm went off at 3am in the morning.
“Hey!”,he picked up and I exhaled thankfully.
“Harrison! Thank god! Is Tom with you?”,I said immediatly and and walked up and down in my living room.
“Y/N! Hey- yeah,uh…i mean no. He is not. He is…out?”,he stuttered and I furrowed my brows.

“Harrison.”,I said with a warning tone.

“Alright I’m officially stepping out of this. You guys need to talk. That’s all I’m going to say. No Tom I won’t shut up. You shut up. Gosh! You’re the one with the problem and I am…”, he kept talking but the rest got cut off as he hung up. Oh shit. This was about the other night. I broke his heart. I should have been supporting him through his stressfull times but I blocked him. I pushed him away.

I took my phone and wrote him a message.

Dearest love,
I fucked up. I am so sorry for pushing you away when you needed me the most. I’m sorry for being a bitch (even though you were a dick to me before that but that is long forgiven)
Tom, I always want to be by your side even if you have to be away for several months for shooting and promo. I’ll be done with college in a year and than I’ll be able to travel with you. We’ll have the best time of our lives. I’ll be waiting for your return in two weeks. We’ll talk this out when you come back, just know that I still love you. From all my heart.

I sent it and waited for an answer with a big smile on my face. The smile faded with every passing minute. He didn’t reply and I was left a crying mess the whole night. I messed up big time.


I came back from college the next day feeling numb the whole time and threw myself on the couch. I didn’t eat much and my body felt sore. I was watching a TV show when someone knocked on the door. When I looked at the clock I wondered who it could be. It was past midnight.
When I opened the door I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“Tom?!”,I squealed and threw myself around his neck, pulling his body close to mine, breathing in his scent.
“What are you doing here?! Come in!”,I said and pulled him inside closing the door behind us.
“I missed you so much.”, I sighed and pulled him towards me again and placed my lips against his. It took him some time to kiss me back but when he did I felt my heart lighten. Like a weight was lifted from my shoulders.
He pulled away after a few seconds and stepped back. I was going to say something but he held me off.

“We need to talk.”,he said and his chocked up voice made my body stiffen.
“What is it?”,I said and furrowed my brows worriedly.
He looked up from the floor and I thought my heart stopped when he looked into my eyes. His beautiful brown eyes were red and watery from crying, his lips were trembling and swollen because of the constant biting.

“Tom what happened?”, I said now panick rising in my voice and then it hit me.

“First I want you to know that I still love you with all my heart and I am so, so sorry for what happened. You’re the only one I love, you have to believe me…”

“What happened?”,I interrupted him and formed my hands into fists by my side trying to controll my rising anger. This couldn’t be happening.

“I cheated on you.”

My world stopped spinning. My heart stopped pounding. Everything was awefully silent. It was too loud.

“What did you say?”

“Please, you have to listen to me! I’m begging you. I didn’t mean to…I was anxious and stressed. Frustrated really. I know these aren’t excuses for what I did but…”

“Did you kiss her?”,I interrupted him without listening to him and he held his breath.

“Answer me! Did you?!”,I screamed and he nodded.

“I did.”

“Did-…Did you sleep with her?”






“I did.”

I fucked up. I am so sorry. My words echoed in my head. I am so fucking dumb.

Before I knew what I did I already had smacked him right across his face. My whole body was shivering and it felt like the room was spinning.
A sobb escaped my throat and I pressed my palm against my mouth to stop the rest. I just threw myself at him and kissed him like a fucking moron! My sight got blurry because of the tears in my eyes and finally they escaped. It was a silent cry. One where you know that it has no point. One you know, will destroy you.
I stumbled back slowly and shook my head trying to get rid of the images my mind made up of him being tangled in bed with another.

“Please you need to listen to me. It was a big mistake. You have to believe me. I don’t even know her. It just…happened. I was confused and on edge. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I need you to…”

“Shut up. Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”, I screamed and pulled at my own hair while shaking my head furiously. And then I went mad. I stormed towards him and started throwing punches and pushed him backwards out of the room while yelling at him.

“Get out! Get the fuck out! I don’t want to see you. Leave!”

I slammed the door shut and slid to the floor balling my eyes out for the love of my life. He did the same thing on the other side of the door.

The alarm in my bedroom went off. It was time to call him.

He fucked up big time.

Uncle Tommy | Tom Holland x Reader

request: Aye if you’re looking for something to write about, a super cute imagine where tom and the reader go to visit the readers brother or sister whose just had a baby, and tom gets referred to as “uncle tommy” and it’s just super fluff

a/n + warnings: s u p e r  fluff

word count: 1118


The car lurched forward as you smacked your boyfriend’s arm. “Thomas Stanley Holland! Pay attention to the road, the light turned green like 5 seconds ago!” Red blossomed on his full cheeks as they spread into a sheepish smile.

“Can’t blame me for getting distracted by your blinding beauty.” He puts heavy emphasis on the word ‘blinding’ and you huff at his sarcasm, but you knew that he wasn’t lying; he’d been staring at you. After 3 years Tom still looked at you the same way he did the very first day when Harrison forced him to talk to you in the pub.

“I’m so excited to see Jacob! Little baby Xavier is the cutest.” You were buzzing with excitement, you hadn’t seen your brother in 2 months (which was long for you) and his new baby was born yesterday. Plus, their 4 year old, Maya, was the sweetest little muffin on the planet.

“I know! I want to squeeze his little cheeks and bite him.” Tom laughed while clacking his teeth together audibly. His fondness of children made your heart surge with warmth. Of course this brought you to the thought of him with your future children, his love and light and kindness would make him an incredible father… and husband.

“Ohhhh we’re here!” You squeaked, dismissing the hopes for the future, as the familiar cul-de-sac came into view. Tall Georgian Colonial homes towered around you, reminding you that your brother was a successful lawyer (he was a real adult, weird).

“Alright love, let’s go.” Tom puts the car in park in front of your brother’s brick and slightly ivy-covered home.

“Let’s go indeed.” You beamed at him and waited as he hopped out and looped around the car to open your door for you. You had learned that Tom would insist upon doing that every time and it was easier to let him than deal with the pout he’d have if you didn’t.

“Thank you, kind sir.” You curtsied and batted your eyelashes at him, to which he chuckled and threw an arm around your waist and swept you into a leaning kiss. With his silken lips pressed lightly against yours, you nearly forgot that your plans for the day.

When he pulled away you were thrust out of your reverie, “Let’s go see Jacob!” You gripped his hand and hauled him towards the door.

When you made it, you knocked incessantly until the door swung open and your brother’s strong arms squeezed you tightly, ending the reunion hug with a noogie. “We are not 11 anymore, you can’t noogie me!” You brother smirked and messed up your hair again.

“I can noogie you for as long as I want to, I’m the older brother remember?” You  give him an eye roll of epic proportions as he turns to your male counterpart, “Hey Tommy-boy, it’s good to see you again bro.” They bro-hug, cueing another eye roll.

“AUNTIE Y/N” You hear your niece coming around the corner and then feel her slam into your knees, causing you to rock a little bit. After squeezing your legs to the point of blood loss she turns to Tom and squeals again, “UNCLE TOMMY” But when she runs to him he lifts her into the air and spins her around while she shrieks in happiness.

You could only marvel at Tom as you watched the twinkle in his eye as he talked to Maya in that way of his, like he was on her level, he was the only one who always knew what she was saying.

Tom lifted his head over her shoulder and gave you a gut-wrenching smile. One little curl fell over his golden eyes and he shook his head trying to dismiss it. It was one of those little moments that seem so insignificant but that you find yourself realizing you’re falling even deeper in love than ever before.

The day was awesome, your brother and his wife, Aliyah, were so sweet. Maya kept trying to convince Xavier to speak to her, she’d just seen the movie Baby Geniuses. And Tom encouraged the behavior by doing the same.

You sighed and leaned back into the plump couch cushions. “You okay darling?” Tom questioned, entering the room and gently sitting next to you and pulling you into his warm torso.

“Yes, just thinking.” You mused back to him, snuggling deeper into his chest and getting lost in his scent.

“Me too. Seeing the little ones makes me think of our kids.” Tom whispered in your hair, before placing a tender kiss on your temple. You smiled, happy, and then shot straight up, bumping heads, realizing what he’d said.

“Sorry,” You mumbled, rubbing your aching skull. “Did you just say “our kids”?” You looked at him expectantly and realized that your eyes were suddenly wet.

“Yes, um I’m sorry if that makes you upset. I just, we’ve been together three years and-” Tears were spilling over now and Tom looked both concerned and frightened that he’d done something wrong.

“Tom-” You choked on a sob, “I was thinking the same thing. And it sounds stupid but– I was afraid that- well- I don’t know, we aren’t ready for marriage yet and-”

Tom reached a hand to your cheek and swept it over your tears, then he took his thumb on your chin and lifted your face to his, only inches away. “I want a life with you, and you only, I love you more than anything Y/N. You see that right?” He was afraid too, afraid that you didn’t feel his love, that he wasn’t showing you enough.

“I do, Tom, I do. You are just so- unreal. I am surprised by your kindness and wonderfulness everyday.” You gingerly laid a hand on his chest.

“Don’t you get it? It’s you. It’s always been you. You are like no other and you surprise me everyday. I love you.” His eyes were staring intently into yours, like they had just realized something life-changing, earth-shattering. And as they passed sporadically between each of your eyes it was as though he was trying to make you feel what he meant, and you did.

Nodding wordlessly, you leaned into his lips. You moved together and he pulled you close to him, one hand on your lower back pressing you against him, and the other at the nape of your neck.

You had never kissed like this, it wasn’t hungry, it wasn’t needy. It was steady and infinite, an epiphany.

You felt so safe and at home, and at some point you just drifted into sleep. You had dreams of chatty curly-haired cherubs laughing and playing with you and Tom.

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Charlize Theron and Tom Hardy had a hate-love (yes, backwards) relationship on the set of George Miller’s 2015 dystopian epic, Mad Max: Fury Road. The Oscar-winning actress revealed to Esquire that she and Hardy “f***ing went at it” on the set and that he also maintained a cantankerous relationship with the director.

Theron blamed the brutal set conditions for his dismay over the shoot, explaining, “It was the isolation, and the fact that we were stuck in a rig for the entire shoot. We shot a war movie on a moving truck—there’s very little green screen. It was like a family road trip that just never went anywhere. We never got anywhere. We just drove. We drove into nothingness, and that was maddening sometimes. And it’s material that’s really frightening—we didn’t have a script. Tom and I are actors who take our jobs seriously.” She also added that even though the actors “drove each other crazy,” they still had an immense amount of respect for one another and Hardy even left her a semi-sentimental note after it was done, which read, “You are an absolute nightmare, BUT you are also f***ing awesome. I’ll kind of miss you. Love, Tommy.”


“I think she’s fucking awesome. I think she’s incredible. I think she’s one of the most talented actresses of our generation.” (x)

anonymous asked:

Um can you do a Tomco, Daemon Soulmate au? Where the Daemons have the names of their humans Soulmate somewhere on them?

Sure I can! I like this idea, because most of my writing has been demons OPPOSED to being involved with humans. So this was a fun change of pace! I actually think you might have sent this before, but I must have accidentally lost it in the shuffle of things! I’m sorry! I have a lot of blogs so it’s easy to get mixed up. Sorry for the wait and enjoy!

“One day each of you will meet your human.” Holly spoke. “Your human to love, your human to protect, and your human to defend. It’s a demons job to fight for them. They’re weaker, they’re fragile, but they are the most amazing creatures in this universe.” She continued. “Each one is different, there isn’t a single human exactly like the next. That’s why they must be defended. A demon is disposable, we can create a new one of any of you from the flames. But once your human is gone… it’s forever.” She finished.

Tom watched the woman speak with wide eyes. She then turned to the room full of cubs and snapped her fingers. In a burst of red flames, a weapon appeared in front of each demon. Each weapon was different, and Tom felt like he already knew how to use his, even though it was a new oe than how he’d been training for years. “Today we will be practicing simple self defense techniques. After all, you can’t protect your human if you are dead.” Holly explained. The cubs nodded and scrambled to their feet, lifting their weapons. Holly clapped her hands and they began to spar in the organized way she taught previously.

Tom lifted up his double-sided axe and started the repeating motion of blocking his partner’s attacks. It got dull after about twenty runs.

Tom kept fighting until he stopped to look at something out of the corner of his eye. He looked over and saw a dragonfly buzzing around in circles around the dojo. He looked at it with wide eyes and saw it peacefully rest on a rock.

His daydream was interrupted when he was knocked off his feet. “Janna, cut it out!” Tom snapped. His friend stopped and Tom pointed. “Look.” His friend looked up at the dragonfly on the rock and got curious.

“How did it get down here, aren’t those from Earth?” She asked in a hushed tone. Tom nodded. They went closer until it flew away.

“Did you see how pretty it was?” Tom asked. He smiled and propped himself up on a rock. “All those colors… things from Earth are amazing! I hear when you look up you see the sky, not just rock. And there’s grass like you see on tv.” Tom continued. “But even better, our human is up there!” Tom got a dreamy look on his face.

“Yeah maybe YOUR human is, but MY human is off on a daring adventure!” Janna boasted. Tom’s eyes grew wider.

“You met Star?” He asked, looking at the name tattooed across Janna’s chest, the right side over he heart. Janna blushed and fell back.

“Well… no but… I’m sure she rules! And she;s probably doing something awesome in another dimension! She’s too cool for Earth! I just know it!” Janna jumped on her heels. “Where do you think your soulmate is?” Janna asked. Tom pulled his knees up to his chest.

“I’d know if I had one…” He mumbled.

“You have one, EVERYBODY has one!” Janna exclaimed.

“Janna! I don’t have a name anywhere on my body!” Tom cried out. “Trust me! I’ve checked!” He grabbed his friend by the shoulders and she laughed. “I’m serious… it’s just… not there.” He sighed and kicked a rock.

“Maybe your soulmate doesn’t have a name.” Janna shrugged. Tom rolled his eyes.

“Everybody has a name, Janna.” Tom huffed. “I don’t have a soulmate because nobody…” Tom cut himself off and Janna put arm arm around his shoulder. She knew he was about to say nobody could love him. The teasing when they were just little kids hurt his feelings, but after years of seeing everyone else fall in love and find their human… it just got to him.

“Maybe one day a name will appear. Who knows? My demon mom’s soulmate’s name appeared on her when she was four.” Janna continued.

“Because your human mom is four years younger! She wasn’t born at the same time!” Tom exclaimed. “I’m fifteen, we both know that’s too long.” He reminded Janna. “So unless my soulmate doesn’t have a name… I’m unlovable.”


Marco looked in the mirror, standing backwards, same as every morning. He had his hair pulled back and he was looking at the writing expertly hidden behind his hairline behind his right ear. “What are you doing?” Star asked, coming into the room.

“My hair grows back and it covers up my soulmates name.” Marco pouted.

“Just get an undercut again, you looked cute with it.” Sar complimented. Marco beamed at his best friend and nodded. He let his hair back down and sighed. “What’s the matter?” Star asked, scooting closer. Marco shrugged and played with his thumbs.

“I just feel like… aren’t our demons supposed to find us?” He asked. “You always say how you feel Janna thinking about you and you feel her looking but… All I know about my demon is his name is Tom.” Marco explained. “It’s like he’s not even searching, sometimes when I think of him I just get sad, like he’s sad about the thought of me.” Marco continued.

“Hey, that’s not true!” Star gave him a hug. “Your soulmate is probably crazy about you! And he’s sad because he can’t find you.” Star tried. Marco sighed and nodded. He put his hand back up and rubbed the name tattooed in the most obscure spot.

“Don’t demons have horns?” Marco asked. Star shrugged.

“Some of them, why?” She asked.

“Well soulmates names are tattooed in the same place for both person.” Marco remembered. “So if mine is here, then so is Tom’s. But if Tom has horns, he’d never be able to see the name, even if he shaved his hair it would still be blocked by his horns.” Marco continued. “And he wouldn’t have a reason to shave his head if he didn’t know, so nobody else would see it.” Marco explained.

“What are you getting at?” Star asked.

“Do you think he knows I’m his soulmate? Do you think he knows I exist?” Marco asked. “Think about it, if you never saw a name, you would just think you have no soul mate, maybe that’s why he won’t find me! He thinks I’m not here!” Marco shot up. “Star! I need to find him!” He cried.

“What? But the demons are the warriors, they find us… right?” She asked.

“Well I can’t just be a damsel in distress my whole life, because my knight won’t come for me if he doesn’t know I’m real.” Marco explained, grabbing his hoodie and making his way to the door.

“But we’re humans. The demons rescue us.” Star recalled everything they told her in school.

“Well today, I’m the hero, and I’m going to save my demon.” Marco declared.

“Marco wait!” Star called. Before he left she grabbed her heart-shaped purse. “I’m going to find Janna.” She grinned. “If you break the rules, I break ‘em too! Let’s go to the underworld to fall in love!” She giggled. Marco grinned and the two kids raced out of the house.

What Tom is up to now.

Author Ladyoftheteaandblood.

Dear Hiddleston fans,
There has been much speculation about what Tom is up to and feelings of depression at not having news.
Well ladies, do not despair at the lack of sightings of our handsome actor, or the lack of news on the use of his awesome acting talents.

I bring you news, via a source close to our hero.

The Hiddleston is at his home right now, sitting in his Thomas the Tank PJs with a large mug of coffee, and his non-existent cat called Bentley writing. 

No not smut fiction for Tumblr, although Tom if you read this feel free to do so. But two beautifully crafted projects.

The first is a script, the sequel to “The night Manager” It tells the tale of an epic battle involving our trusty (or thrusty the choice is yours) hero Pine against the greatest evil this world has ever known. 

A man so evil that even his real hair has abandoned him in disgust, replaced by a sunset coloured wig.

A man who can’t tell fact from fiction.

A man who is creating a world, where only the rich and powerful survive, and the rest will have to fight for any chance to continue in this world.

Roper will look like a kitten compared to this villain, a villain that many have yet to realize is not on their side.

Poor Pine has a tough fight on his hands, firstly convincing the supporters of the villains bad ways and second removing him from power without making the villain look like a martyr. Let’s hope he survives this one!!!!

To help him relax, when he is not writing this tale of horror and suspense, Tom is writing a second story.

A children’s book about a Hamster named Esmeralda. She fights for pet rights for all size pets, against a large dog called Draco. It’s to be read on Cbeebies, on the bedtime story slot by Tom himself, dressed in a warm black Cardigan (you know the one) and wearing his glasses.

He is also doing research into physiology (Hence the twitter follow) for his next film roll as a Hands-on Sex therapist!

So there you have it, Tom and Bentley working hard on a project near you!

This Information comes to you via the “Alternative fact news”. 

All our sources are thoroughly checkout by trained goldfish that do not exist.

(picture not mine I just played)

@anovidelonghi @abfoster1s @aggro-femme @antyc67 @angryschnauzer @ancientfinnishgoddess @aliceada @archy3001 @booksandcatslover @blu @damageditem @dorito82 @echantedbytwh @eve1978 @feelmyroarrrr @frenchblondgirl @heathermc13 @izhunny @larouau12 @lolawashere @lostinspace33 @maevecurrywrites @mrshiddelston @marveloznerd @october-green @oeffsee @ourladybinxthings @peskipixi @prplprincez @quoting-shakespeare-to-ducks @servent-alearika @siyoteodiara @sf0206 @the-haven-of-fiction @tomkurbikston @tomhiddleston-kikibfairy @tinaferraldo @the-lady-mischief @tomforachange @neither-blue-nor-green @nuggsmum @lordjohnandtom @kellarter 

hello awesome people who write one shots and imagines about our lil precious bean tom holland

so i just saw the video he posted on ig where harry and haz are trying on the spidey suit and i immediately imagined a scenario where he helps the reader (since its an imagine hehe) put on the suit and lots of fluff and cheeky comments alkjgdhsh if someone its up to writing something like that pls pls tag me in it i will love you forever bye 🖤

Spider-Man: Homecoming is one of the greatest things that happened in 2017
This movie is just so amazingly genious that I gotta watch it again. If Tom Holland doesn’t get an award in the near future I’m gonna start a riot. His performance as Peter was so genuine and real that I’ve got tears in my eyes just watching him. I loved all the previous versions of Spider-Man but it’s been hard to believe that Peter Parker is a kid in those movies, like: he always/most of the time reacted the right way to every curveball the writers threw at him and he instantly knew the answers to his problems. He was the typical full on perfect hero and don’t get me wrong it was awesome but here… He is just a kid. 15 years old, dealing with school and girl crushes while having the time of his life as Spider-man and messing up everything that can be messed up because he’s just became a superhero and he is still learning. I really love that he has no idea what he is doing but he is so enthusiastic and still does everything in his power to become an Avenger that he makes mistakes. He is not the perfect friendly neighbourhood Spidey yet. NOT. YET. I really hope this is the last version of Spider-Man in like at least 20 years because Tom Holland and the writers got it right this time. This IS the best version of Spider-Man of our time.

Originally posted by littleclownzz

Chapter 5

Dog Sitter Masterpost

The week to follow has had even more milestones.

This was made clear when Tom and I covered Harry’s toilet in saran wrap.

It is now known that I am on Tom’s side and there has been retaliation by the brothers; which Harrison is a part of.

Tom and I were trying to keep on our toes and it seems the brothers think I’m too clever to trick because their prank back was only on Tom.

“Tom! Tessa’s doing a shit on your bed!” Harry shouted from my room.

“W-what!?” I could hear Tom from another part of the house.

“And I don’t want to touch it! She’s doing a shit on your bed!” Harry immediately stifles a laugh.

“No way!” Tom shouts.

Oh yeah. I’m in on this one. Maybe I’m playing both sides.

“Tessa, stop!” Sam yells.

“Tessa!” His voice is closer.

From my view Harry is standing on the other side of Tom’s bed, Sam is sitting at the end of it, Harrison is standing by the bedroom door with his phone up and he’s recording, and Paddy is sitting on my bed next to me trying his best not to laugh too.

“Tessa!” Harry shouts again.



Right into a line of saran wrap that was taped face height across the doorframe. Now it was around Tom’s neck as he groans on the floor.


The room is in a roar of laughter.

“You dick.” Tom groans into the floor.

“Does that hurt?” Harry smiles.

“Not really, but-“

“Yeah, I know it hurts…” Harry walks around Tom’s bed and slaps his ass on his way out of the room, “from experience.”

Tom immediately turns and rubs his eye, “You twat!”

I’ve also decided that there is no way that I can actively keep tabs on everyone and their activities so I just ask that my calendar is updated by everyone so I can see what days I might need to plan more stuff for Tessa.

So far there are a lot of rehearsals for Dominic, photography for Mrs. Frost and Harry, Harrison is always where Tom is, and Sam and Paddy have a few things thrown in too.

So far there’s only been a couple days where I have been alone, but Tessa doesn’t seem to mind when it’s just us.

If I’m not alone usually Tom or him and Harrison will hang out with me while we walk Tessa.

I’ve also decided that Tom is probably the literal weirdest person I’ve ever known.

When I first met both Tom and Harrison it seemed like their playful bickering was pretty even, but now I can see it is much more Harrison picking on Tom and what he does.

Harrison’s favorite thing is to make fun of Tom when he’s singing.

He’d say things like, “Wow! You should go on Britain’s got talent!”

Interestingly though, even though he does seem genuinely embarrassed sometimes, he has always sung around me.

At first I’d hear him in another room humming to himself.

Then I’d hear him singing as he was showering.

Then he started to mumble as we were on our walks.

Now it is all the time and it’s always pretty random and has no specific reason.

One night I asked him about it.

“Hey, Tommy.” I asked.

We had taken our now usual nightly spots where I’m on my stomach reading and he is sitting on his bed on his phone.

“Yeah?” He pulls an earbud from his right ear.

“You really like to sing, huh?”

He doesn’t answer right away. “It’s fun, yeah. Why?” He takes his other earbud out and sets his phone to his side.

I sit up and shrug.

We are both quiet a moment.

“So let’s do the questions things again. We’ve known each other for another week and I think we can get to some deeper questions.”

“Deeper or more pervy?” I ask as I slide a torn piece of newspaper into my book to keep my place.

“You want to ask me pervy questions?” he laughs to himself.

I can tell he’s trying to wiggle his eyebrows at me, but it kind of looks like he’s trying not to sneeze.

“You don’t?”

This stops his laughing. “Okay, you go first then.” He sits up straight not looking comfortable at all.

“Calm down, Tommy.” I lift my book and set it on the small table that is near the end of my bed. I pull my black cardigan over my shoulders.

We’re both in our sleepwear.

Tonight, for me, this is a baby pink spaghetti strap with black shorts. I usually keep a jacket on until I get under my blanket because the nights are freezing.

For Tom he usually just sticks to black, day or night. This night he’s in red plaid pajama pants and a plain black shirt.

“We’re friends… right?”

Tom nods, still quiet.

“So, that interview about your first kiss… is that true?”

“True that I made out with a girl and it was awesome?” He raises his eyebrows in shock as if I would be questioning his story. “Of course I did.” He puffs out his chest and smiles as he closes his eyes.

“Well then.” I laugh. “Your turn.”

He laughs and sits normally again.

“Have you ever kissed a girl?”

“Oh, psshhh, yeah!”

His eyes are wide; possibly at my answer or at how I answered.

“My turn!-“

“No, no, no. I need more info!” he leans forward on his bed.

“Would you date a fan?”

His focus is pulled away from my answer slightly as he thinks about his own answer. “I mean, sure. I wouldn’t say no just because she knew about me before I knew about her…”

I push my bottom lip out and nod.

“So when did you kiss a girl?” He looks almost hungry for my answer.

“Wow… what would your fans think if they saw you like this?”

He waves his hand in the air to dismiss my question.

“I had a girlfriend in high school. We had different goals and when we graduated we just, went our separate ways.”

I expect Tom’s smile to drop because of my boring story, but he looks sad.

“Have you been able to talk with her at all?”

“Not your turn!” I smile. “Have you ever seen Harrison naked?”

He immediately laughs. “I have not. But he has seen me.”

“Ooooo. That’s got to be an interesting story.

Tom tongues his cheek and winks.

“So… have you been able to talk to her since you parted ways?”

I shrug and look at my red blanket as I pass my hand over it lightly. “We’ve talked a couple times, but like I said. Our goals just really were so different.”

He nods and I can tell he’s keeping his questions for his turn.

“How many times a week do you masturbate?”

“BUBBLES!?” Tom’s mouth hangs open.


“You can’t just straight up ask a man about that!?”

“So, it’s a lot?”

“What are you- I don’t- Pass.”

“You can’t pass!” I throw my pillow at him.

“That’s like a level 10 question and we are like, a level 7.”

“Awe, I’m just a level 7 friend…” I try my best to give a puppy dog pout.

“Definitely.” He laughs.

I guess I’m not going to get that answer, at least tonight. “Okay. I’ll ask some level 7 questions…”

His cheeks are still red.

“How do you use the restroom when you’re in the Spider-Man suit?”

His answer comes so quick I almost don’t have time to even finish asking.

“You don’t.” He starts laughing. “There was one time my mum said she’d call to complain because I told her I went like hours without the toilet.”

We both laugh and he lets me ask a few more questions about him being Spider-Man.

“What is the craziest thing that’s happened to you with a fan?”

“Ahhhh. That’s a good one.” He thinks while taking a swig from his water bottle. “One of the last cities of our press tour for Civil War there was this panel and I was there with Chris and Robert and a few others and I don’t think any cameras caught it and we all tried to keep pretty straight faces, but I swear to God a lady in the middle of the crowd flung her Spider-Man panties onstage. Oh my God, Robert would not let me live that down.”

A few questions later we have shifted on our beds.

In the middle of explaining another thing about Civil War Tom stands and pushes his bed closer to mine with his knees, fully closing the gap between them.

He then crawls into the now single bed and lays sideways, his top half on my red and his lower half on his blue; propping his head up with his elbow beneath him.

I do the same so we are facing each other just a couple feel apart.

There’s a lull in conversation and then Tom asks, “Are you in a relationship?”

I shake my head. “Nope. There was this guy I worked with that I’m pretty sure liked me, but when you’re moving across an ocean… I didn’t want to get too close and give him false expectations.”

“So you like him too?” He asks, but isn’t looking at me. He’s following the stitches on my red blanket with his pointer finger.

“I think he was a nice guy, but I’m not interested in anyone right now.”


“Oh- what?”

“Just oh.”

We are both quiet and then he yawns.

“You should probably sleep. Aren’t you meeting Harrison early tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” He says again, still tracing the pattern in the blanket.

“You okay?”

He rolls to lie on his back. “Can I keep the beds like this? I’m too lazy to move them back.”

“Spider-Man is lazy? Can’t ya just web ‘em?”

He smiles and shuffles so he’s laying on just the blue side. He pulls his blanket up which takes a bit of mine too.

“In a week we’ll have to do level 9 and 10.”

“Why both?” I ask as I slip my legs underneath the blanket.

“Haz and I will be flying to L.A. to start filming.”

“You’re leaving? Filming what?”

Tom lies down, but I’m still sitting, looking down at him.

“Since we are technically level 9 now I’m trusting you to keep a really big secret.”

His seriousness is so sudden, “We are starting to film the new Spider-Man movie.”

Then suddenly I wanted to smile and frown and laugh and cry and I felt like my heart was beating in my throat and lungs were trying to push out from between my ribs.

I think Tom could tell because he sat up and put his hand on mine.

“You okay?”

“I just didn’t think you’d be leaving so soon.” I tried so hard to keep the tears in.

Most of my time was spent with Tom. Even since I was still by my mom’s side, he was there.

I’m pulled out of my daze when Tom squeezes my hand.

“It’ll be alright, Bub. When my family isn’t busy they’ll be here with you. And Tessa loves you, she really does. I’m actually kind of jealous at how fast she was into you.”

I can’t help but smile and Tom releases my hand to lie down again.

“We both need some rest. We have another week and after that…” His voice trails off as he looks around as he sits up slightly. “Where is your phone?”

I look around and it had slipped onto the floor. I unlock it and hand it to him.

“I’m going to add my personal accounts so we can keep in touch. I don’t have a  secret Instagram, buuuuut…” He’s now sitting up and he lifts his phone and taps around quickly, “I’m following you now.”

I see my phone light up.

tomholland2013 is now following you.

“I have a Snapchat though and I’ll put my phone number in your phone.” He says while quickly navigating my apps and contacts list. “There.” He hands me my phone and taps a couple times on his phone.

My phone lights up again.

♡ Tommy ♡

I smile.

“And I’ll put you in my phone as Bubbles. I can’t guarantee I’ll always answer, but- Ooomf!”

I hit him with an unexpected hug and now he’s on his back and I’m next to him on the blue blanket.

It takes him a moment, but then his arms are around my waist.

“Thank you so much, Tommy.” The tears are coming now.

“I’m not leaving you, darling.” He says softly. “Well I am-“

I laugh and sniffle.

“But you know what I mean.” His hand pats my lower back gently. “Text me, snap me, message me on Instagram, call me. I might not be able to get to it right away, but I will. Ya got it?”

I nod into his chest and then the lights surprisingly flick off and I feel the weight of a blanket over my lower half.

He doesn’t say anything. He just pulls the blanket up slightly, sets Nigel on his side table near the turned off lamp, and tugs my pillow closer to his.

My eyes are wide in the pitch dark of the room, but as my eyes adjust and I relax I realize how comfortable it is to be next to him.

I’m mostly resting my head on my pillow, but he’s got his arm under my neck and I’m somehow wedged into the space between his bicep and ribs, my arm bent and resting in the middle of his torso and my other arm smushed somewhere.

My head and arm moves slightly when his chest rises and falls with slower and longer breaths and soon he’s lightly snoring.

At first I think he’s fallen asleep really fast, but then I glance at the wall clock and realize we’ve been laying here for maybe 45 minutes.

The time rushed quickly, or maybe that was my heartbeat.

When his snoring quiets and I feel like I’m sinking into the bed I take a deep breath and soon I’m gone too.

anonymous asked:

Hello, i wanted to ask for the take in! Au what if star ask tom and marco how they first kiss was, maybe it was so romantic or really awkward or maybe both. Maybe they weren't even dating.

Sure I can! I love Tomco first kisses! I think it’s so cute! This entire story is sort of like a flashback, I hope you like it!

Read the last one here! https://tomco-headcannons.tumblr.com/post/160351197057/ohhhh-boiiii-i-need-more-take-in-au-pleeeease

“Just shut up.” Tom crossed his arms and Marco looked confused. Tom groaned. “I know you don’t really want to hang out with me! So why are you here? You already took Star from me, are you just here to laugh at me or make fun of me?” Tom seethed.

“No!” Marco assured. “I just thought… I thought we had fun that one night, with Mackie Hand and stuff… Aren’t we friends now?” Marco asked.

“Just because we hung out ONCE doesn’t make us friends.” Tom told the human. “Besides, you hate me.” He added. Tom seemed to say this with a little bit of sadness in his voice.

“I don’t hate you!” Marco defended. Tom looked up curiously and Marco beamed. “I… I actually think you’re really cool. And I’m sorry you feel that way about me but… I just… I’ll go.” Marco sighed and went to leave. Tom stopped him.

“No wait!” he called. Tom then fell back, rubbing the back of his head. “I guess I was being a bit unfair. I didn’t mean to be so cold I just…” Tom trailed off and looked down at his hands. “I don’t have many friends… I’m not really good at making friends I sort of just try and push people away because… I don’t know.” Tom mumbled.

“It’s okay.” Marco assured. “I think you deserve a friend and I think we can get along really well, if you want to try again.” he offered. Tom smiled a bit.

“I would actually like that. Maybe we can hang out without any ulterior motives.” He laughed a bit at himself and Marco giggled. Tom then blushed a tiny bit and motioned to his carriage. “You wanna come inside? We can play some ping pong or… listen to music and stuff.” he offered. Marco nodded and the boys stepped inside.

“I still can’t believe your carriage is this awesome.” Marco mused. Tom then blushed very deeply and laughed a bit.

“Well uhm… to tell the truth… it wasn’t like this for all that long. I sort of set it up really nice for our night together because… I wanted you to have a good time.” Tom rambled. “Most of this stuff is never here.” Tom admitted, with his face growing redder. Marco laughed a tiny bit and Tom grumbled, looking away. “Stop laughing!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Marco wheezed. “It’s just really cute.” he giggled. Tom’s ears perked up and he looked over, blushing even more.

“C-cute?” he asked.

“Well, yeah!” Marco giggled. “You’re like a kid in school trying to impress the popular kids.” He teased. “But you don’t need to impress anyone, I think you’re fine the way you are.” Marco crossed his arms and spoke in a bit of a joking tone, but this made Tom stop and think for a long moment.

“R-really?” he asked quietly. Marco turned around and nodded, tucking his hair behind his ear. “Th-thanks Marco.” Tom added. “Thank you.” Marco smiled and the two boys continued hanging out. They played video games, ping pong, but mostly joked and teased each other. But as the night went on the jokes started to sound more like flirting.

“I’m really happy you gave me a second chance.” Marco said, with his mouthful of snack food. Tom looked confused.

“But I was the one who tricked you.” he reminded. Marco nodded and shrugged.

“Well… yeah but, I wasn’t all that nice to you either. Even though you weren’t there to hear all of it, I said some mean stuff about you without knowing your full story. And it wasn’t fair. I like you, a lot, and I’m glad we decided to be friends.” Marco explained. Tom stared for a long time before looking down at his game controller shyly.

“Th-thank you, Marco.” He said for the second time. “I-I feel the same way.” Tom told the human. “I-I like you a lot too… like… I like you a LOT.” He grinned. “So I’m happy that e decided to… you know hang out… because I like you and I uhm… it’s just nice when I see you and I can’t really explain why but… I just… you seem so… Oh god I’m so stupid.” Tom put his head down and Marco laughed.

“No you aren’t. I’m bad with words too I just… I actually don’t know why I feel so together right now. Usually I’m anxious or falling apart, or nervous.” Marco laughed at himself. “But I feel fine when I hang out with you…” He blushed deeply as soon as he realized what he said. “I mean! Y-you’re just good company is all! I uhm… Oh man… I just… you’re really uhhh…” Marco gulped and Tom gave a shy smile.

“It’s okay Marco, I get it.” He assured. Marco sighed in relief and the two looked down at the floor, unsure of what else to say. Tom looked up about to speak, only to realize he was speaking at the same time as Marco. “Oh sorry, you go.” He tried.

“No, no, you say your thing first.” Marco urged. Tom nodded and rubbed the back of his head, blushing again.

“I uhm… w-what’s your favorite fruit?” Tom asked. Marco burst out laughing.

“Is that the best thing you could come up with to break the ice?” He asked. Tom bit his lip and shrugged sheepishly. Marco scooted closer. “Strawberries.” He responded. Tom grinned, showing off his sharp teeth.

“M-me too.” He responded.

“Really?” Marco asked. Tom looked down.

“No not really I just felt like it was the right thing to say.” Tom confessed. Marco laughed and soon the demon joined in. When their giggles died down the two boys were left staring at each other, a bit closer than they were before. Without much thought or hesitation both boys moved in and kissed. But as soon as it happened they ripped away.

“Oh!” Tom gasped. “Woops…” Was all he could muster. Marco bit his lip.

“Uh-oh… haha…” He laughed nervously. “That wasn’t…?”

“No!” Tom assured him of the unspoken question. “It wasn’t like… that was just… no.” Tom shook his head. “You should go.” He added way too fast. Marco nodded and scrambled to his feet.

“Yeah I have… homework to do and I… bye Tom!” Marco yelled, before darting out of the carriage.

Simple vows...

Let’s talk about The Blacklist, for instance. LOL! 

I don’t care about those who pretend to love the show and just love an actor or a ship in it. Those who are complaining because THEIR actor is not shown enough on screen, because THEIR ship is not (yet) canon.

I don’t care about the fights, the arguments between fans, sometimes sharing the same fandom.

I don’t care because today, we are ALL TOGETHER, we are all celebrating the news we’d been expecting so for long. THE BLACKLIST IS RENEWED for another season.

In a few months, they will be back for a 5th season. 22 new episodes to wait for, to expect, to fantasize, to watch, to talk about. 22 or more new theories.

So it’s time for us to make some vows.

Mine are simple:

1/ Get rid of Tom. Sorry for those who love him, and above all, sorry for Ryan Eggold who is a very nice guy, a wonderful actor, but…it’s time for Tom to go. I can’t figure out what would be his role if he’d still be on the show.

2/ We, the fans, MUST be respectful. To the actors, to the writers, the producers and to ourselves. No more insults, please! Some are working hard to give us this awesome show. For our pleasure. To please us anytime with good stories. And yes, sometimes we can disagree with them, we can dislike some episodes, some choices they make, we have every right to voice our opinions, verbalize our frustrations, tell them what we are expecting, but NEVER, NEVER tell them how to do their job. If we’ve got another season of this show it’s because these people are doing their job pretty well. Don’t you think so? I do. Then the fights between shippers MUST STOP. We will never agree as we see and expect different things. Why some get great pleasure in arguing with others? What’s the fun there? We don’t know each other. You don’t know who is behind the screen. When you hurt someone on the internet, you don’t know how that person will react. It’s a shame to do that. It’s childish and nasty. You disagree with another one? Don’t read if it makes you mad. It’s that easy.

3/ I want more Lizzington! I also want Ressler, Aram, Samar (these two together…another nice ship), Cooper and Dembe to have more scenes, more history and stories too.

4/ And…that’s all for now. If you wanna add some vows, help yourself!



Thank you @sammistudy for tagging me!


1. Drink: blood orange San Pellegrino

2. Phone call: my friend Rosalin

3. Text message: my friend Matt about learning to drive

4. Song you listened to: the national anthem cos Mo Farah just won gold

5. Time you cried: probably a few days ago


6. Dated someone twice: no

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: no

8. Been cheated on: no

9. Lost someone special: yes

10. Been depressed: um yeah it’s not fun

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: no


12. royal blue

13. blue-green

14. grey


15. Made new friends: definitely

16. Fallen out of love: not really

17. Laughed until you cried: every so often

18. Found out someone was talking about you: I’ve listened to people talking about me behind my back on the school bus…

19. Met someone who changed you: not dramatically

20. Found out who your friends are: kind of

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: no


22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them

23. Do you have any pets: I had a cat called Daisy until a month ago :(

24. Do you want to change your name: no, I quite like my name

25. What did you do for your last Birthday: went to the cinema to see Despicable Me 3 and then a Mexican restaurant.

26. What time did you wake up: 8:30am

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping (for once)

28. Name something you can’t wait for: nothing much tbh

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: 30 minutes ago

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: um mental stability would be good / I wish I lived in Madrid already

31. What are you listening to right now: the Wonderwoman soundtrack (it’s amazing also Gal Gadot is an awesome human)

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: one of our builders was called Tom and he’s actually expecting a baby today so good luck Tom :)

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: Donald Trump/homophobia

34. Most visited websites: Tumblr and YouTube


35. Mole/s: only small ones

36. Mark/s: don’t think so

37. Childhood dream: to be a racing car driver (I was 3 ok)

38. Hair colour: light brown

39. Long or short hair: long but I kinda want it shorter

40. Do you have a crush on someone: not at the moment

41. What do you like about yourself: I’m very open-minded

42. Piercings: none at all

43. Blood type: absolutely no idea

44. Nickname: the diminutive of my surname

45. Relationship status: single (always)

46. Zodiac: leo

47. Pronouns: she/her

48. Favorite TV show: Doctor Who, OITNB, Wynonna Earp, Greys Anatomy

49. Tattoos: no

50. Right or left hand: right

51. Surgery: no

52. Hair dyed in different colour: no

53. Sport: I did yoga a few years ago but apart from that I occasionally do push ups but that’s it

54. no question??

55. Vacation: Madrid. Also Latin America.

56. Pair of trainers: Nikes I guess


57. Eating: olives

58. Drinking: still lemonade with mint

59. I’m about to: deprive myself of sleep

61. Waiting for: A-level results day yikes

62. Want: to go somewhere new

63. Get married: if I found the right girl

64. Career: humanitarian stuff, like the Red Cross maybe?

65. Hugs or kisses: hugs

66. Lips or eyes: eyes

67. Shorter or taller: taller

68. Older or younger: older

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: nice arms

71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive

72. Hook up or relationship: relationship

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant


74. Kissed a Stranger: no

75. Drank hard liquor: I think vodka is hard liquor so yeah

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: no

77. Turned someone down: does blocking guys on facebook count?

78. Sex on the first date: no

79. Broken someone’s heart: don’t think so

80. Had your heart broken: kinda

81. Been arrested: no

82. Cried when someone died: my cat rip

83. Fallen for a friend: hahahah


84. Yourself: not enough

85. Miracles: probably not

86. Love at first sight: not really

87. Santa Claus: no

88. Kiss on the first date: maybe


90. Current best friend name: Bridie (real life) & India (internet)

91. Eye color: blue-green

92. Favorite movie: Wonderwoman everyone needs to watch it!!!

NOW, TAG 20 PEOPLE : (or in my case 10) @rivkahstudies @tempus-fugit-so-study @sensiblestudy @boostudies @blukkisbioloqy @kittenscholar @dvkstudies @ambitiously-studying @stvdybear @studywcare @imperialstudy (that’s actually 11 but close enough)

André: We’re throwing a Halloween party at our house. It’s going to be the greatest thing ever.

Tom: Someone will die.

André: Of fun.

Tom: And of murder!

André: We’re going to have beer, pumpkins.

Tom: Bloody goblins.

André: Fake ones. It’s going to be awesome. We’re going to have decorations.

Tom: Dead people that we just murdered.

André: Not murdered, but pictures of dead people from TV or movies.

Tom: Mutilated bodies.

André: Fake ones. Candy, dancing, tequila! There’s going to be all kinds of food and snacks!

Tom: Blood orphans!

André: No blood orphans! I… I don’t know what that is.

  • Marco: We are throwing a Halloween party at our house! It’s gonna be the greatest thing ever.
  • Tom: Someone will die.
  • Marco: Of fun!
  • Tom: And of murder.
  • Marco: There’s gonna be beer, pumpkins–
  • Tom: Bloody goblins.
  • Marco: Fake ones! It’s gonna be awesome. We have decorations–
  • Tom: Dead people that we just murdered.
  • Marco: Not murdered, but pictures of dead people from TV or movies.
  • Tom: Mutilated bodies.
  • Marco: B-but fake ones. Candy, dancing, tequila. All kinds of food and snacks!
  • Tom: Blood orphans.
  • Marco: No blood orphans. I-I…Don’t know what that is.

Hey The ‘Unofficial Tom Hardy Calender’
Complete with Logan Marshall Green November!

That’s is officially fkn awesome!

I officially do hope that any unofficial type profit official but unlikely officially official profits, If there possibly are any officially could be officially or unofficially recouped from this pile of official nonsense and a certain portion go to the pockets of some well deserving official charity cause.

SW and ESM salute officially your official lack of due diligence and for officially making us laugh our ass off -

what a bunch of noddies!

Love tommy