#Lug has big dad vibes and I'm here for it

[six-eyed-samurai]

Hi! So i wanted to know if you could do tokyorevengers whit a reader who pretty much is someone you would go for if you got Daddy issues?

They act like such a father figure. They treat them like a small helpless child who needs to be taken care of. I just really need those daddy issues to hit HARD whit this one. If you can give it a kind of lana del rey vibe (whit likeing older men and men you probably shouldnt date and are lowkey a Red flag)

Maybe make the reader a bit of a Red Flag. Ofc you can pick how they can be a Red flag sometimes. Just really play into the whole daddy issues thing please. Ad as many characters as you want but pls ad izana and kazutora! I love ur work♡

A/N: HAPPY YOU LIKE MY WORK <3 i didn't really know how to write this so i went and read up some lana del rey songs to write this, and I kinda thought about Halsey's Blue music video for reference lmaoooo For reference the way I imagined reader here is kinda like Odasaku from BSD but a lot more messed up and depressed and unfortunately not as well dressed

🌸The rest of the world sees an ex-delinquent loser past his prime who barely has his life together, working minimum jobs, drifting around on his motorbike, with some very unsavory habits.

🌸Despite this he continues to persistently want to befriend you, following you around and yipping like some stray puppy. Your attempts to shake him off are absolutely futile - you can't chase him off at work, you're not gonna let a kid like him try and run after you on your bike across the roads and well, it can't hurt to have someone help run your errands.

🌸Reluctantly you start letting him hang around you. Cup noodles for every meal are more tolerable with someone else. He's so interested in your bike you grudgingly let him take your most prized possession for a ride. When he shows up with a pack of cigarettes just when you've finished yours you force down the smile before he can see it, opting to dryly ask which poor minion of his did he coerce into buying it again instead.

🌸You're a bad influence and you keep trying to remind him of it. He's already made a big hash of his life, yes, but he's still young and has time to turn it around, unlike you. He doesn't need to see you blackout drunk and throwing hands with someone violently. What is wrong with this kid, you wryly think all the time, insisting on helping you lug it home and clumsily trying to help you patch yourself up...or just hang around sullenly watching.

🌸Something you're constantly reminding them of is "I'm not your dad or something, kid, but -". It's immediately followed by you half-heartedly trying to get him to back off...although recently it's more of you doing your best to give the kind of advice normal adults should be giving kids like him, when he starts coming to you with his problems. "Can't your problems be something normal, like girl crushes or shit?"

🌸What on earth does he even see in you?

🌸Plenty.

🌸Having no stable, loving father figure in his life it was very, very confusing and unfamiliar for him to be treated like an actual child for once; he's in a gang, for heaven's sake, he beats up people and has done horrible things, he doesn't need you yapping about staying in school or not going out at night because it's "unsafe"! In the beginning it was jarring, if not irritating...until he grew to crave your offhanded praise and the times in your rundown apartment, the stale dinners and cigarette smoke. He'll put up with your nagging just for that, even if you keep saying he's playing cards wrong.

🌸 He's not helpless - far from it - but the first time he's ever seen you truly angry was when he showed up bruised from a fight. He's confused, why are you so upset? It's not even that bad and he beat up the guys who thought they could get the jump on him. You're silent for a moment, but the crushed cigarette is enough to indicate your inner turmoil, and you make him stay at his place for the night while you go out and...something. "Errands". Is this what it feels like to be really taken care of?

🌸You make everyone him uncomfortable though, and he doesn't know why. Don't they know how much you've done for him? So what if you're a significantly older walking red flag? He doesn't mention to you what happened to the fools who dared to call you a loser, because you'll get that disappointed look on your face and really, he craves your approval more than his next breath of air.

🌸One night he came over and flew into a panic when he found you weren't home. Neither were you at your workplace the next day. A neighbor takes pity on the agitated boy and informs him she didn't see you come home that day, but since your bike was still here you couldn't have gone far. His mental state deteriorated little by little with every hour you weren't there with a halfhearted scowl and "clear out" dangling from your lips along with a cigarette, and by the time you do get back he's convinced himself you had intended to abandon him, just like so many people had.

"Kid, are you crying?" You're so awkward it's almost funny, a grown man uncertainly putting a hand on a kid half his age's shoulder like it physically icked him to do so.

"No." It's more forceful than he meant. "Where did you go? I thought..."

Turns out you just got into a bit of trouble with the police. Nothing to worry about, all's cleared up now - except he looks like he needs a hug and an actual parent to wrap him in a blanket and say everything he should've been told. The best you can offer is a bike ride into the night.

🌸Can you understand why he can't be happy for you then, no matter how hard he tries, when you bring a good girl home and look at her with all the love and stars in your eyes, and she starts taking up your time, time you used to spend with him? His helmet becomes hers, takeout meals become home cooked lunches by her...yay, you've got your life together, moving to a better place and job, blah blah. He hates it even more that she's so nice to him, so caring of the hapless kid pathetically following them around.

🌸He does not want to be a happy family.

🌸It was just supposed to be the two of you.

Izana Kurokawa; Kazutora Hanemiya; Mikey Sano; Sanzu Haruchiyo

[tricornonthecob]

Here we go Part 3

LK 101 Boston Spills the Tea Party (part three)

pt1 pt2 pt3

Okay but like. Can we take a timeout for a minute and just. Soak that in. A woman of color in British North America in the 18th century fuckingg learned Latin and Greek. That is a Big Fucking Deal. Phillis Wheatley is a huge fucking deal. Can we talk more about her and people like her and less about the founding fathers, pls.

This interaction feels charged. Like Sarah, honey. I know you mean well but she was going to keep talking. You didn't have to interrupt her.

However, fucking love the roast, calling the colonial JoUrNaLiSt illiterate. It almost makes up for it. Almost.

*mad side-eye at Florida*

HOLY SHIT WHY ARE THEY LETTING THIS MAN LUG AN ENTIRE CART UP BY HIMSELF. JAMES PUT YOUR FUCKING FOOD DOWN AND HELP YOUR SURROGATE DAD. JFC.

There's also alooooot to unpack in this scene, but I just want to point out that resident horsegirl Sarah is hanging back with Caesar who is currently in his Bay Era.

I mean... I just.... I'm not sure someone who wasn't human trafficked and experienced firsthand the abject evil of chattel slavery in North America can hate it nearly as Moses does, DIC writers. We don't need to be Franklin apologists to get our point across.

I mean... Sarah... its thriving in British North America because England reaps the benefits of having cheap raw goods they are kind of sort of forcing the colonists to produce for them and them alone, and then selling the manufactured items back, all the while having the benefit of being physically and philosophically distant from the cruel and exploitive means by which they have been making absurd profits from gee this sounds painfully familiar, so really its not actually dying, you just can't see it.

Oh thank GOD Henri coming in with the poorly timed comic relief. Honestly I'm vibing with everyone here.

This is a look.

I just... I just... THE OVERARCHING THEMES HERE.

I mean.. I feel like they would have laundered their clothes.

Also I feel like this guy has a hatecrush on Benji Franx.

I wanna know who her friend is. Is she in the polycule, too?

Fabulous how everyone is so decked out for the trial.

oh my GOD I think she IS in the Frillips polycule

What a great tone to end the episode on, Frillips drama.

aaaaand on that note I need to get to work.

[managedmischiefs]

overworked//tom holland

As soon as I saw the paparazzi pictures, I knew something was wrong.

Tom is always the happiest guy alive. He's so grateful for all he has in life, and he's grateful for fans.

But he's human. He gets tired. He gets angry, frustrated, annoyed. The fans seem to forget that. But the fans aren't the only ones to blame.

Tom has been hard at work on Spider-Man: Far From Home, his first lead role in a movie. He's the hardest worker I've ever met. But one of his fatal flaws is that he doesn't know when it's time to work, and when it's time to play.

I decided to join him and Harrison in Atlanta for filming this time around. I saw him work himself to exhaustion on Homecoming, and I wanted to prevent that as best as possible. However, this decision backfired.

My mum wound up getting seriously injured back home in London, so I had to leave Atlanta after just two weeks to help out my family. Tom was incredibly supportive of this decision, sending his love to me and my family.

But since I went home, that meant I couldn't be there to look after Tom. Sure, Harrison is there, and his cast loves him beyond belief, but Tom has told me that he's opened up to me in ways that he's never done with anyone else.

I talk to him every day. The time difference sucks, but we make it work. We text, call, FaceTime, anything we can do to stay in touch.

But, then the Spider-Man cast had to travel to LA. The paparazzi pictures spread like wildfire. Tom looks absolutely exhausted, barely even cracking a smile as he signs things for fans. I can see the exhaustion in his eyes.

I called him as soon as I knew he'd be available, and he claimed he was fine. He's very hard to get to open up, so I let it go.

Tom is finally coming home. He's been gone for almost three months. Our house is so empty without him, and honestly, Tessa doesn't like me as much as she loves Tom.

I clean the whole house the night before his plane lands, immensely excited to see him. Tessa is going crazy. I think she somehow gets my Tom vibe.

I dress myself in simple jeans and a sweatshirt to go to the airport, tying my hair into a top knot. I promise Tessa I'll be back soon with her dad, grabbing my keys and leaving.

I text Tom and Harrison to let them know where I am, leaning against the wall as I get a smiling emoji back from my boyfriend.

I see the crowd of fans before I actually see the boys. There's flashing lights- maybe a few paps- and lots of girls (and guys) screaming and screeching.

I sigh, standing up straighter and pulling a pair of Tom's sunglasses out of my pocket. I know he always seems to forget them, but always seem to need them.

His hood is pulled up over his head, a clear way of trying to hide himself. However, it clearly didn't work.

Tom gives a fake smile to some girl as she shoves a sharpie in his face, holding out a Spider-Man poster. Harrison is giving me a wary look, but knows to stick by Tom's side.

After a few minutes, Tom has pushed his way through the fans. He makes a bee line for me, and from the distance, I can already see his bottom lip quivering and his eyes a bit red.

I give him a small smile as he drops his bag on the floor, to which Harrison immediately picks it up.

Tom's body hits mine relatively hard, his arms wrapping around my waist. My arms go around his neck, blocking his face from any prying eyes.

I immediately feel Tom's body start to shake, and hear a few sniffles. I sigh, running my fingers through his hair.

"I know, I know." I coo, giving Harrison a smile over Tom's shoulder. "It's okay. I'm here now. You're okay."

Tom nods against my shoulder, sniffling again. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize, no." I protest, tugging on the ends of his hair a bit. "Why don't we get home, okay? I brought some sunnies for you, we can drop Harrison off, and we can go home and cuddle with Tess, and watch a movie, how does that sound?"

Tom nods again, taking a long breath before lifting his head. I quickly cover his eyes with the tinted glasses, protecting him from any crazy rumors as to why he's crying in an airport.

I give a quick hug to Harrison as Tom picks up his bag again. I lead the two boys to my car, luggage in the boot, Tom in the front and Harrison in the back.

Tom leans his head against the window, eyes closed. I keep the music very low, knowing my boyfriend is sensitive right now and I want him to stay calm so he doesn't blow up.

I drop Harrison off at his apartment, giving a gentle smile. The drive back to our house is silent. Tom had turned off the music.

Tom's eyes droop as he pushes himself out of the car and to the boot, hoping to grab his suitcase. "I got it." I promise, pushing on his side gently. "Go in, say hi to Tess. Lay on the couch."

Tom nods without any protest, tossing his backpack over his shoulder and dragging himself into the house.

I lug his case into the entryway, letting it fall beside his backpack. I find Tom on the couch with Tessa, the dog curled up in his curled legs with her head on his thigh.

Tom looks up and smiles softly as I come and sit beside him. He immediately moves to rest his head on my shoulder.

"Now will you talk to me?" I whisper, tangling my hand in his curls. "What's wrong?"

Tom sighs, his face buried in my neck. "It's just so much work. So much. I never get a break." His voice starts to crack. "I can't do it."

I nod, holding him as close as I can possible bare. "I know it's hard, baby, I know."

"Everyone expects so much from me. I can only give so much." Tom has this habit. Once he starts talking, it's very hard for him to stop. "I do everything I can and it's not good enough!"

"You can't please every, Tommy. You please the people who are important to you." He lifts his head from my neck, looking at me with big, bloodshot brown eyes. I let my fingertips graze over his jawline, smiling softly. "You can please yourself, you can please me." Tom smiles just a little bit. "That's all you can do. A lot of people expect a lot, we know that. But you need to stay sane. And with that, comes taking care of yourself. Or letting me take care of you-"

"Because you love doing that so much." Tom responds sarcastically.

"I do love taking care of you." I rub my nose against his, eliciting a small laugh from Tom. "How long are you home for?"

"A week." Tom sighs, pulling away from me completely, standing from the couch.

I follow after him, allowing him to lead me towards the stairs. I catch Tom once he's gotten up a few, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Then you have seven days at home, right?" I whisper. "You have seven days to do whatever you want, whoever you want."

Tom turns around in my embrace, his eyebrows raised. "Are you really going to make me feel better through sex?"

"Worth a shot." I shrug, which makes him laugh again. "But really, you have seven days- a week- to sit at home and relax, or go out with your friends, or see your family-"

"Or have sex with you." Tom mocks, smirking. "Thank you, though. You always know how to make me feel better."

"I try my best." I shrug casually, smiling.

"Now if you're still up for that sex?"