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LIZZO - “Good As Hell”
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LIZZO - “Good As Hell”
Mi Casa ❤️. Whenever I travel for awhile it always feels good to come back home
The movie creators didn’t name the Light Fury. This was intentional because she’s a wild dragon.
So naming the Nightlights is nothing more than marketing squishiness as an easy way to get people fawning over them. Jussayin’.
I know I said I was going to watch HTTYD Homecoming when it first came out in Spanish… but moment of truth: I’m just about to watch it for the first time tonight. Here goes.
MJ: hey losers what’s up?
Ned and Peter: for just 5 easy payments of 9.99 you can be sad and desire a beak
MJ: only 9.99? Also that was weirdly in sync losers
Photography by Melina Matsoukas
Instagram - “ IVY PARK January 18”
I was on a Spiderman mood yesterday so i made a fusion between Tobey Maguire and Tom Holland to see how the ultimate Spiderman prime would look like in a live action movie
Warning: fluff, swearing, angst
A/N: Thank you to the people who are following along with this series! I didn’t think I’d actually get likes on this series. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
“I was going to tell you what’s been going on,” you nervously spoke, looking at your hands.
Peter’s face lit up a little, he had the feeling that he was finally going to get some closure. You went silent for a few seconds.
“Go ahead,” he said.
You took in a breath, “Basically I wanted to respect my father’s wishes so I decided to treat you like shit so you’d hate me,” you began.
“I also thought that if I treated you like shit, I’d stop loving you,” you continued while trying to avoid eye contact.
“But what?” he asked
“I never stopped l-loving you, so I’ve felt horrible e-ever since this shit has happened,” you said as your voice began to break.
Peter looked at you with sympathy in his eyes.
“I-It’s fine, (Y/n),” Peter stammered.
“No, Peter, it’s not fine, I punched you in the fucking face, I got us in trouble, and I’ve made you cry, it’s not fine,” you cried.
Peter wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug.
“Hey, hey, (Y/n), it’s fine,” he whispered as he held you tightly.
You hugged him back and felt a smile creep on your face.
“I-I still love you too,” he muttered.
You pulled away from him and looked into his eyes.
“Really?” you asked.
He nodded and put his hand on your cheek. You both leaned in and kissed. You’ve dreamed of kissing him again for a while, you felt so happy when your lips finally connected again. Once you two pulled away, you looked into each other’s eyes.
“I wish we could be together,” you sorrowfully said.
“We can, we just have to talk to your dad,” Peter said with a smile.
“Yeah, because that’s going to work,” you said.
“It will, I promise,” he vowed.
You smiled and then nodded.
“Well, will you be my girlfriend…again?” he asked.
“Of course,” you giggled.
You guys kissed again and then decided to get some sleep. You both got under the covers and got ready to drift off to sleep. You shut your eyes and felt yourself drifting off to sleep, but you felt Peter wrap his arms around you. You smiled and drifted off to sleep.
You woke up early in the morning and saw the sun was barely up. You nudged Peter and he woke up.
“It’s like 4:00 in the morning,” he yawned.
“I know, we gotta get back on the road and figure out how to hunt down the Hydra spy,”
“We don’t have a car, (Y/n),”
“We’ll walk to a car rental place, let’s get going,” you said, getting up and walking out the door.
He groaned in frustration and walked out of the room. While you guys checked out, you asked the lady a question.
“What’s the nearest car rental place?” you asked.
“There’s one about two miles down the road from here,”
“Okay, thank you,”
You two left and started walking.
“This is going to take forever,” Peter groaned.
“You are not a morning person,”
“It’s 4:17 in the morning, of course, I’m not gonna be the happiest,” he pointed out.
“Fair enough, but we have to get this done,” you sighed.
“I know, but why this early?” he asked.
“So we can get home and go back to school,”
He sighed and you guys kept walking down the road. Cars drove by occasionally, but you were basically in the middle of nowhere so there weren’t a lot of people.
You looked in the distance and saw a car at a gas station, similar to the one you were supposed to be tracking.
“Pete, what’s the license plate say?” you asked, stopping in your tracks.
He read off the numbers and it matched what you wrote down on a little slip of paper perfectly.
“What?” he asked.
“That’s the Hydra spy,” you spoke.
“Let’s go get them, don’t just stand there!” he yelled.
You never really use your powers, but you have invisibility and teleportation.
“We can’t just walk up to them, dingus, they probably know who we are you!” you yelled back.
“Okay, we can hide,” he said.
You nodded then you both ran over and hid behind a car. The spy walked out and looked around before getting in his car. He had his hand on the handle and then Peter shot a web at his hand, making it stick the car.
“Nice,” you said, impressed.
“I know, let’s go,”
You teleported behind the guy and punched him in the head. He took out a gun and aimed at you. You turned invisible and walked away. Peter swung from the roof of the gas station and kicked him in the face.
The spy fell down and shot more bullets at him. You became visible again and he shot your leg.
“SHIT!” you yelled as you went invisible again. You took out your gun and shot the guy in the head.
“Mr. Stark probably would’ve preferred us to capture him alive,” Peter shook his head.
You turned visible again and fell to the ground, “Not the time, Peter,”
Peter ran over and tried to help you as you tried to hide the fact that you were in pain. He didn’t have anything to help you with, and he only had a bar of cellphone service and his phone was on 2%.
“I can try to c-call someone, who do you want me to call?” he asked.
“C-call my dad,” you stammered.
He dialed your dad’s phone number and explained to him what happened. A helicopter was on its way.
“Help’s on its way, just don’t close your eyes,” he said, sitting you up against the car.
More blood was exiting your leg by the minute. Peter decided to get up and run in the gas station and he came back out with bandages.
“Peter, you didn’t even pay for those,” you facepalmed.
“It doesn’t matter,”
He wrapped your leg up until help arrived. You felt drowsy, you coughed up some blood, but not anything too serious. You started to cry, you were scared you were going to die.
“H-hey, don’t cry, it’ll be fine,” he stuttered, hugging you.
“I’m probably going to have to get my leg chopped off,” you sobbed.
“No you won’t, you’ll be fine,” he reassured you, kissing you on the cheek.
The helicopter arrived and paramedics put you on a stretcher then you and Peter got on the helicopter. It flew up from the ground and the paramedics helped you while the helicopter flew you to a hospital.
Giving Stoick Hiccup’s story isn’t just disrespectful to Hiccup. It’s also blatant Thornado/Skullcrusher erasure!
Tom Holland Fanfic
My head was between my knees.
I couldn’t stop the sobbing, or the tears from rolling down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe I had messed this up. I didn’t mean to make him angry. I didn’t mean to make such a mess of things. I just hadn’t been quite ready.
I sat there, rocking myself back and forth, and wondered if he was ever coming back.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want him or trust him. I was just scared.
The door suddenly opened, and my head snapped up.
There was no chance for me to hide.
Tom closed the door behind him.
He leaned his back against the door and looked at me with hesitation.
He took a deep breath.
Then his eyes widened as he took in my state.
His arms were around me in a moment, as he pulled me onto his lap and rocked me back and forth.
“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry,” he said.
He kept saying it over and over again as he ran his fingers through my hair and rubbed my naked back. I tried not to but I just sat there, crying into his shoulder.
He just kept apologizing, until my sobs started to subside.
“Shh,” he said soothingly, still trying to comfort me as he pressed his lips to my forehead.
He seemed unsteady, and desperate to calm me down, continuing to run his hands through my hair and over my back, as he kissed my head, face, and eventually my lips.
And then we were kissing.
Kissing like never before.
There was so much passion and emotion between us I felt like I would catch on fire.
“Sydney, I’m so sorry love,” he whispered, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I whispered back, “I’m sorry,” tears still running down my face.
But he wiped them away with his thumbs, cradling my face to his.
We couldn’t stop kissing.
He had me on my back, pressing me into the bed.
I wanted to feel his skin on mine.
Soon he was in just his underwear as well and there was no likelihood of us stopping.
I could barely breathe.
I moaned against his lips, causing him to press them harder to mine. Then he was kissing my face, my neck, my breasts, my arms, stomach.
“Tom,” I said softly.
“Yes love,” he murmured against my lower stomach.
“I’m sorry about before, I just wasn’t ready to, well to …”
“Sydney,” he said reproachfully, his voice hushed, shock in his eyes, “You didn’t think I was going to … not now, not without asking!”
He seemed horrified at the thought.
“Did you?” he asked quietly, fear in his eyes.
“Well,” I said shyly.
“Sydney!” he breathed, “I would never, and I mean never try to …” he seemed at a loss for words.
I looked up at him.
He was so beautiful.
“Nothing is ever going to happen without your consent. I will never do anything you are not okay with. I promise you,” he said firmly.
“I didn’t mean to make you mad,” I said sheepishly.
“I wasn’t mad at you,” he said, shaking his head and standing up, “I was just upset that I’d made you feel like I was pressuring you and not listening. And I wasn’t listening. I mean if you had to physically try to stop me then that’s a problem.”
“No Tom …” I shook my head.
“Yes,” he said, anger seeping into his expression, “Yes it is.”
“Tom, this is hard for both of us,” I told him, reaching out to him, trying to pull him closer, “But it’s like you said, we just need to be honest and trust each other.”
He let me take his hand in mine and sighed.
“Of course I trust you,” he said.
“And I trust you,” I responded.
We looked at each other for a moment.
I stood up, putting my arms around his neck as he placed his hands on my hips.
He looked deeply into my eyes.
“I want you Tom, I really do,” I said, “So much. I’m just not ready for everything. I think we just need to take it one step at a time.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do,” he nodded.
He kissed my forehead and sighed, touching my nose with his.
I could have stayed there forever.
But then something occurred to me.
“We have to get ready for the party soon, don’t we?” I asked.
“Yeah we probably should,” Tom said, “That was actually Zendaya on the phone before, she wanted to make sure we got here okay.”
I simply nodded.
I did my best to be calm as I got myself ready, methodically doing my hair and makeup. It didn’t take Tom nearly as long to get ready so he laid on the bed with the T.V. on.
I was about to leave the bathroom to pick clothes out of my suitcase when I caught Tom staring at me. It was obvious that he had not been watching the T.V. as I had thought.
“What?” I asked, leaning in the bathroom doorway, folding my arms across my still naked chest.
Tom shook his head and smiled.
“You’re just beautiful is all,” he said.
“Thanks,” I said blushing.
I finished getting dressed and Tom took my hand, leading me out of the room.
I felt myself getting jittery in the car, but I hadn’t realized that I was shaking until Tom pulled me in close, intertwining our fingers.
“Easy love,” he said softly.
Tom had become quite good at keeping me calm. He himself was very calm, even when I had panic attacks. I wondered if it really didn’t bother him or if he was just really good at hiding it.
The car stopped at the driveway and Tom got out, helping me out of the car.
Tom rang the doorbell and gave my hand a tight squeeze.
“Hey you guys!”
Zendaya was even prettier in person.
I felt my fragile self-esteem take a big hit.
She was smiling brightly, pulling Tom into a hug.
I stopped myself from literally growling at her and felt myself turn green.
“Sydney! It’s so nice to finally meet you!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me.
“Thanks,” I said in a small voice, trying to return her embrace, “It’s nice to meet you too.”
“Well come on in!”
And she led us inside the house.
It was loud.
There were people everywhere, food, and drinks.
The music was blaring as people talked over each other.
This was definitely not my idea of fun.
I was actually a pretty unfortunate excuse for a rock star when it came down to it.
Tom however looked thrilled.
He shook hands and hugged nearly everyone. He smiled and laughed, pulling me around the house. Everyone was excited to see him and they all smiled at me saying how exciting it was to meet me. I was hugged by so many people I was starting to feel like a rag doll, so I clung closer to Tom.
He was in his element.
It was really great to see him like that, so happy and having fun.
“Yes!” someone’s excited voice called over the music.
“Jacob!” Tom shouted, suddenly dragging me across the room.
He and Jacob hugged and then proceeded to do their on screen handshake, making me laugh.
“Jacob, this is Sydney,” Tom said, a huge smile on his face, “Sydney, Jacob.”
“Oh my god, it’s so great to meet you in person!” Jacob said pulling me into a bear hug, “You’re literally all he talks about.”
“Thanks mate,” Tom said.
“It’s true!” Jacob argued.
I couldn’t believe how comfortable I suddenly felt, meeting Jacob. He was one of the most sincere people I had ever met.
As the night went on I was able to relax more as people drank and laughed.
But then Tom pulled me into a room where everyone was dancing.
“Tom,” I said, uncertainly.
“Dance with me,” he said.
His smile was so big and his eyes so happy I couldn’t say no.
He put one hand on my waist and took my hand with the other, pulling me close to him.
While I had plenty of dance experience I felt very nervous in a room full of strangers, most of whom seemed to be staring at me.
But Tom was completely at ease as he started to lead me.
“Having fun,” he asked in my ear.
I smiled and nodded at him.
I was always happy to be with him and have his arms around me.
It wasn’t until later in the evening that things began to die down, as a decent amount of people had left. The party eventually came down to just one room of people relaxing as they talked. Tom had a drink in one hand and his arm around my shoulders, keeping me close.
“I’ll be back,” I said in his ear.
“Did you want me to come with you?” he asked, moving to get up.
“No you stay I’ll be right back,” I answered.
“Alright love,” he said.
He kissed my cheek and I stood up and walked out of the room with his eyes following me.
It didn’t take me too long to find the bathroom.
I just needed a minute to myself.
I looked in the mirror and took a deep breath, running my fingers through my hair.
Everyone was so nice and welcoming.
It was just a lot of new people.
I took one last look and a deep breath before heading out the door.
It was then that she found me.
Zendaya, smile and all, glided over to me.
“I’m so glad you guys came tonight,” she said.
“Me too,” I smiled.
“Maybe we could hang out or go shopping sometime just the two of us?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure,” I said, taken back.
The surprise must have shown on my face.
“You’re really important to Tom and he’s one of my best friends, so that makes you one of mine,” she explained.
“Well he’s really lucky to have a good friend like you,” I said.
“Thanks,” she smiled, linking her arm with mine, “Come on let’s head back,” she said leading me back to the other room.
Tom’s eyes were waiting for me.
They could have pierced through my soul.
He was staring me down.
But I wasn’t sure why.
He put his arm around me and pulled me into him when I sat down.
He kissed my cheek again but said nothing.
The rest of the night was enjoyable as everyone talked and joked.
Tom was fully engaged in the conversation but I could feel something burning in him.
Eventually we all said goodnight, thanking Zendaya, and Tom and I headed back to the hotel.
He was quite the whole way back. He just sat there, his arm around me, running his fingers through my hair.
We walked back into the room and Tom turned on the lights.
I heard him sigh.
Suddenly he pulled me in close, covering my mouth with his, his one hand holding my face, the other on my lower back. I would have stumbled in surprise had he not had such a tight grip on me.
He moved his lips frantically against mine.
I could barely keep up, all I could do was grip his shoulders.
Then he slowed, his lips moving almost seductively.
He broke away.
Then gently, he kissed me.
A third time.
Then he opened his eyes to look at me.
“Tom,” I said softly.
“What happened when you left?” he asked quietly.
“I just went to the bathroom to freshen up and take a breath,” I answered slowly.
“And then?” he asked.
“I ran into Zendaya,” I responded.
“You two talked?” he questioned.
“Just for a minute,” I shrugged.
His eyes narrowed.
I wasn’t sure why he was so concerned.
“You don’t like her,” he said simply.
I gaped at him.
“I … you … what?” I sputtered.
“I could tell,” he said.
“You could tell nothing!” I said, pushing against him slightly to take a step backwards. But I was not strong enough to keep him off me, as he wrapped his arms tighter around me.
“Then what was with you all night?” he asked.
Again I stared at him.
“Nothing! If you think there was something with me then you should see what I’m normally like at parties with people I don’t know. I don’t think you realize how hard it is for me to be somewhere with that many people, none of which I know, and try to function like a normal human being!” I said, my voice raising.
His brows were knitted together, frustration on his face.
“Am I a huge fan of her being so close with you? No. No I am not. Does it make me jealous? Yes. Yes it does. But I trust you and I never said I didn’t like her. It might be hard to be around her cause of how I feel and because I don’t know her that well, but I did it. And not only do you not appreciate the effort I made but you’re also accusing me of doing the opposite!” I said angrily.
He looked at me for a moment.
“I’m sorry love,” he said squeezing me in his arms, touching his forehead to mine, “I didn’t mean to accuse you of anything or make you feel bad. That’s my fault. And there’s no need to be jealous. You know that,” he said, kissing my nose.
Then I rested my head on his chest as he hugged me tightly.
Author’s note : I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!
Post HTTYD3/Homecoming headcanons regarding ending the separation:
Hiccup casually starts referring to the Night Lights and Zephyr and Nuffink as “our kids” to Toothless.
That’s it, that’s the post.
Peter babysitting Morguna >:o
Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III - Chief of New Berk
How to Train Your Dragon
KalinkaFox as Astrid
photo by me