#Tom Houston x Becky Barnes

[amorhedera6]

thinking about how in back in time, tom and becky talk about how in the infinite realities, they must have stayed together and become a family in one of them. but the thing is, it isn’t true.

because we know that emma and paul are constants. for that to happen, emma has to come back to hatchetfield. jane has to die. tom has to be driving jane and tim on christmas, so she comes back and meets paul.

tom and becky losing each other is a constant, because emma and paul finding each other is one.

[sorryiwasasleep]

Nightmare Time 3:

if we ever get a NMT3 (🤞), not that I want to see the return of the abusive husband character cause he can choke and die, but like… Becky leaves Stanley to die in the Witchwood.

Emma says it in Perky’s Buds and it’s reinforced in Abstinence Camp with Little Jerry

“Things grow here. They grow fast, and big, and different.”

And uhhhhh, the dead don’t really die in Hatchetfield always and a person who’s not CONFIRMED to be dead? I cannot help but wonder if he’s been mutated by the Witchwood and still out there and I think that could be a compelling episode centered around Becky/Tom and Tim. The thought ‘He’s still alive’ has quite literally not left my brain since I first watched the digital ticket of Black Friday and Becky said how she ‘killed’ him.

[theonlymadmanonmars]

What your favorite Hatchetfield ship says about you.

Paul x Emma: You just want good things for Paul.

Paul x Ted: You Just want good things for Ted.

Ted x Bill: You are a connoisseur of the enemies/Rivals to lovers trope.

Ted x Tinky: You used to ship Billdip. And/or you're a monster fucker.

Paul x Bill: You are a connoisseur of the best friends to lovers trope.

Ted x Charlotte: You Believe cheating on your husband is ethical in some circumstances. You're correct.

Mr Davidson x Carol: You really wanna be choked out in bed.

Ted x Emma: You love sarcastic asswholes.

Deb x Alice: You are an angsty teenager.

Sam x Zoey: You think morally grey people are hot.

Sam x Charlotte: You are clinging hard to that broken Relationship and/or the child of a divorce you never really got over.

Ethan x Lex: You think a sweet delinquent is the best thing ever, and you just want Ethan to be happy. You also live for angst.

Tom x Becky: You believe that no matter how your first relationship is you can find love again.

Linda x Gerald: You think Morally grey women and their supportive husbands are hot.

Dan x Donna: You really like background ships, and think characters are more interesting when you have to work to learn things about them.

Peter x Steph: You're incredibly wholesome and just want them both to be happy.

Ruth x Steph: You just want Ruth to be happy.

Peter x Richie: You Believe in Best friends to lovers and you are an awkward teenager

Ruth x Richie: You love nerdy best friends who support each other when no one else will.

Peter x Ruth: You think joke flirting should always lead to real flirting.

Grace x Steph: Why have enemies to Lover or friends to lovers when you can't have Frenemies to Lovers.

Ruth x Grace: You love unhinged girlfriends.

Max X Richie: You want good things for Max.

Max x Grace: You think a couple who could take over the world together is the best kind of couple.

Brooke X Richie: You definitely have a whole personality and backstory for Brooke conducted in your head. You love background Characters and Desperately want Richie to be happy.

Linda X Becky: You love Enemies to Lovers and Absolutely stan Linda as you should.

Duke x Holloway: You love Angst but don't need all the toxicity. You also probably had a crush you never told how you felt about them.

Wiggly X Wilbur: You're a monster fucker You think Wiggly's hot. As you should. You love the idea of Tentacle sex with feelings

Wiggly X John: You're a monster fucker You're a fan of tentacle sex without feelings.

Bill x Blinky: You're a monster fucker. And You want to put Bill into a jar and shake him.

Updated

Let me know if I missed anything!

[frenchgirlocean]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Hatchetfield Universe - Team StarKid

Category: F/F, F/M, Gen

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Becky Barnes/Tom Houston/Jane Perkins, Becky Barnes/Jane Perkins, Tom Houston/Jane Perkins, Lex Foster & Jane Perkins

Characters: Jane Perkins, Becky Barnes, Tom Houston, Lex Foster

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Hurt/Comfort, Spring, Polyamory, Platonic Relationships,Mother-Daughter Relationship, they/she lex foster, Mental Health Issues, Aging, neurodivergent jane perkins, local psychologist gets life changing advice from an 18 year old

@hatchetfield-rarepair-week

[angelwiththeblue-box]

take me back: a summary

tom: you look just as gorgeous as you did in highschool and i still love you becky: you're a mess but i also love you

[adankrivervalleynearyou]

mike wheeler is so you and I were meant to be something more than a faded memory till you and I something divided us

will byers is so take me back in time to love you hold we closer than before heal my heart and mend what's broken to feel you once more

byler is so ive lost too much now to care but I know that something's still there

THEY ARE SO TAKE ME BACK FROM BLACK FRIDAY

[imkittyjustkitty]

Kitty's Daily Pride — Day 11 — Part2/Bonus to This

prompt ; rain

pairings ; None really, but this is a bonus to an Ethan Green x Reader

summary ; How many times did you call how many different people? Someone of sound mind would probably say too many. Or in other words, all the instances in which no one answered your calls, and why they didn't.

+ reader is gender neutral (no pronouns used) & no mentions of y/n (no reader perspective because this is all the stuff that was happening on the other end of the phone that meant people couldn't answer reader)

warnings ; death, descriptions of dead bodies and wounds, car crash, Lex doesn’t have a good relationship with her mum (it’s a big part of the musical so ppl know this but i just wanna put a warning for people just in case), mentions of bullying/harassment

genre ; angst / kinda just spooky or sad depending on how you look at it

word count ; 1564

A/N ; stuff's been tough recently and my time for writing has been limited, but finally i finished something :D !!! so proud of myself !! <3 also new format for these which i prefer , i think it looks v funky !!! :D

do not steal, repost, or redistribute my work in any way.

7:15.

It’s like the screeching of a dying pig, the half broken phone crying for an answer. It’s wedged beneath his corpse, the ringing muffled by his body which lays over it haphazardly, combined with the blood that dried up in the speakers.

Wet blood no longer drips, now it just lays there, dried out, just like him, a thick river of it pooling from his open mouth.

He’s long gone, but his phone keeps ringing and ringing and ringing, begging to be picked up, begging to be answered. But no such luck.

He doesn’t rise from the dead to answer the desperate caller, he doesn’t ease their worries. No, he just lies there, another life lost in that hell of a shopping centre, his whole future thrown away in seconds.

A cruel, undeserved fate.

8:06.

“Someone’s calling.”

“Really, who? Let me see.” The dark haired girl leans over the console, gently taking her phone from her sister’s unsure hands.

Her phone screen is cracked beyond viable repair, and all she can make out is a few digits in the caller’s number.

She has to hold back a shudder, a sick feeling churning through her stomach. The numbers don’t look quite right, but still suspiciously similar to her mother’s phone number.

She doesn’t hesitate to dismiss the call.

She takes a deep breath, an action meant to calm her down, but instead pinches regret at her every junction as sharp pains stab at her sore throat and bruised torso.

Hissing in pain, she hand's her phone back to her sister.

The car swerves slightly as her attention briefly leaves the road. Her sister freezes up with wide eyes, terrified of what would happen if her sister's attention were to draw from the road again.

"Lex... Lex It's ringing again."

Cursing under her breath, Lex leans over to her sister, reaching for the phone. But it seems Hannah's too focussed on the screen, perhaps trying to figure out the number, to notice that Lex is motioning for her to pass the phone.

'Hannah he-"

Somewhere between one of Lex's hands leaving the wheel, and the road curving to the right, she slips towards Hannah and the car loses control.

Swerving in incomprehensible directions, Hannah squeezes her eyes shut, cradling her head in her arms, crying, begging that when she looks back up that everything will be okay.

But Lex freezes for a few moments too long, her eyes wide and wounded body rigid. Unmoving, frozen in terror, but her mind is reeling.

She lived long enough to get out of that fucking mall just to die in a car crash because someone refused to stop blowing up her phone.

Metal screeching. Heads meeting the dashboard of the car. Limbs thrown out the windows. Everything is flashing and bright, but also dark and all-encompassing. It's blinding and piercing and painful and unforgiving.

And yet her phone still rings, unaware of the horrors it’s bestowed upon the two girls.

8:41.

His phone sits on his bedside table. The calls are coming through of course, no internet issues, no funny coincidences with multiple people trying to get through to him at the same time. No, it's nothing about divine intervention, rather just the universe having a slight sense of humour.

Cruel humour, yes. Cold, unforgiving humour that costs lives and laughs at those who deserve help and pity. And not even those who deserve good things, but rather those who do not deserve such horrible things.

Of course the person calling this man does not deserve such a run-around from the universe. But the universe does not care, the phone still remains ringing.

And so he sleeps a peaceful slumber, blissfully unaware of the fact that he has been made a father without a child. While the only person who can perhaps warn him of something, try to set off an alarm in his mind, is left without a single thought.

He may find out through the police, a cold and brutal band-aid will be ripped off, he will be told matter-of-factly that his son is deceased, and the officer who delivers the news will see it all as just another unfortunate occurrence. Not a single semblance of emotional connection will those people have with his son.

Or maybe he'll never be given that piece of mind. Maybe he wakes up days after now and only then feels something may be off. It will lead to a town-wide search for his son, which of course will come up empty handed.

It's sort of anticlimactic, how the only thing that stands between this man and finding out that something happened to his son, is the fact that he puts his phone on silent while he sleeps.

9:01.

Not unlike him, her phone also rests on silent. She had shoved it under her pillow after too many messages. All angry, rude, condescending, all from family, employers, neighbours, supposed 'friends'. Everyone and their mothers tormented the poor women, and she was sick of it.

So she finds herself trying to push the bathroom door closed as quietly as possible, after a calming shower, trying not to wake him in the bedroom.

The second phone of the household makes it's debut, the phone that belongs to the woman that is desperately trying to lift the far too heavy weights off of her shoulders.

The phone vibrates far too quietly underneath the pillow, as the woman lets out a sigh from the hallway. For a moment, fate teeters from side to side, will or won't a phone finally get it's answer? The mythical scales bounce back and force, as the women does the same.

Does she go back to bed, and keep pretending it's all okay, her only reliefs being the nights she spends away from everyone else, thinking and willing herself to move on? Or does she stay here, where she can live in that place, her world of peace, for just a little while longer?

The phone begs for an answer, but the buzzing never reaches her ears.

She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes thoughtfully.

Her light footsteps don't make a sound as she turns and softly walks away from the bedroom.

The protective bubble she places herself in each night floats around her as she walks further and further away from the bedroom.

And so the phone continues to buzz, pleading for an answer that will never come.

9:13.

The ringing of the phone echoes through the empty shopping centre.

Did the owner of the phone deserve the death? Hey who the fuck knows anymore, he was an ass sure, but isn't death a bit far?

But that doesn't matter anymore. Yet another phone is left unanswered, it's owner's blood painting the floor, a canvas of crime and pain. His phone sitting in his pocket, untouched. After all, a dead person can't answer a call, that would be absurd.

The ringing sings on, whistling through the carvings of murder and suffering that lay in his bones.

9:34.

The ringing calls out through the stagnant halls of the house, a house that is currently inhabited by four people, but nonetheless soaks in eerie nothingness, a silence born out of unspoken fears and just plain awkwardness.

A man and a woman sit next to together, sharing a brief glance as they both hear a phone ringing. The man sighs, and gives the woman a look that says she needs to do something, this isn't his place to do anything, he doesn't really fit here. To be fair no one fits here at the moment, after all, there's a lot that's driven and continues to drive them apart, a barrier of stiffness.

Sighing quietly, the woman looks over to another man, saying, "Tom, the phone's ringing."

Tom looks up from where his shaking hands lay in his lap, furrowing his brows, before muttering something along of the lines of 'it'll be no one important'.

Subtly rolling her eyes, the woman leans in her seat to get a view of the ringing phone that sits on a small table beside the front door.

Another woman sits next to Tom, but with a still considerable (awkward) distance between them. She pulls her lips up into a small, closed mouth smile that practically radiates discomfort and the need to please.

"I'll go get it," She gets up from the couch, lightly placing her hand on Tom's shoulder, who at that glances up and watches her as she exits into the room where the phone still rings.

She goes to grab the phone, the screen showing her a number she doesn't recognise, when it goes silent and the screen fades to black. Tilting her head, she shrugs, and walks back to where the three adults remain in a palpable silence.

"They hung up before i could answer, probably a wrong number," She 'smiles' like she did before, remaining the only one standing among the four of them in the room.

Tom nods, his mind preoccupied, not fully hearing what the woman just said, or even comprehending the current situation.

The woman sits back down, and any hopes of conversation is gone. No one knows what to say, or if they should say anything at all, so they remain in the deafening silence.

At least the phone doesn't ring again.

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[acutemushroom]

My opinion on some Hatchetfield ships

The title says it all, these are my opinions on Hatchetfield ships that nobody asked for ! 😅 More seriously. I first want to make it clear that these are my personnel thoughts on them and that you are free to like those you like and think what you want on them. I also want to get out of the way the fact that I have a bias for canon ships. So yeah, I'm generally a bit less into the ships involving a character in a canon ship and another.

Now, to the ships !

PAULKINS (Paul Matthews x Emma Perkins)

The one, the only, the original, the OG, the Paulkins ! I quite like them. A boring but also brave office worker and his crabby barista with survival skills. They're cute together, how can I not like them ? Though, I admit I prefer them in angst fics and don't really read Paulkins fluff. Part of it is because I love to see the character I like suffer. But also because of how they got together in the first place. In an apocalypse, a dire situation filled with stress. Paul who was constantly protecting her and fighting a literal God's control to try to save her. Emma who we discover a softer side to because of her relationship with Paul. I think they work best in desperate situation than in pure fluff. But that's just me though.

PAULKOTHO (Paul Matthews x Pokotho)

They are my roman empire. I've already talked in length about them. I've wrote fics in which I explored my view on their relationship, even if they weren't the only focus. I have others staring them planned. I fucking adore them. A relentless, controlling, uncompromising God and his absolutely unwilling and resisting prophet. I love them more than is probably healthy.

ROASTED CHAI COFFEE (Paul Matthews x Ted Spankoffski)

I am mostly neutral about them. Not my cup of coffee, but I see their appeal. Though, I can see it happening in a context where they both know for the cosmic horrors ruling Hatchetfield, that there are Gods interested in them both. But without being under Pokey and Tinky's clutches either. They just have to deal and cope together with the knowledge of what happened to them in other timelines.

Paul Matthews x Bill Woodward

Not a ship I go out of my way to read, but one that I am quite fond off. I especially love the interpretation of it where Bill divorced when Alice was still young and Paul was there for him. A solid friendship that evolved into something more. It's a really cute ship and one I can definitely see happen in different timelines.

TIME BASTARDS (Ted Spankoffski x T'noy Karaxis)

"That's a ship ?" was my first reaction upon stumbling on them for the first them. But I definitely see it's appeal and it absolutely grew on me. That Tinky loves his Spankoffskis is not a secret. So, him taking human form in at least one timelines and reaching another level with Ted ? Yeah, that sounds about right.

Ted Spankoffski x Charlotte Sweetley

Again, not a ship I'll necessarily go out of my way to search for but that I am quite fond off. It's clear they care about each other. I love to see it in timelines where Charlotte leave Sam. She makes Ted less off a bastard. He makes her more confident in herself. That's how I see it.

LEXTAN (Lex Foster x Ethan Green)

Yes. They care so much for each other and it breaks my hurt that they'll never be able to go to California together. Ethan is Lex safe heaven and he cares so much for her. He also care so much for Hannah to the point of considering her like his kid. He put himself in danger, and once died, just to protect them. Lex left Hatchefield with Hannah in an attempt to protect him. I just want them to succeed, alright.

TOCKY/BARNSTON (Tom Houston x Becky Barns)

Highschool sweetheart that found each other again, good person wrong moment. They're cute. Again, not a ship I am particularly passionate about, but I do like stumbling upon them from time to time. After what they went through, it is nice to see them being in love with someone again.

Wilbur Cross/Uncle Wiley x Wiggog Y'rath

Another flavor of human and Eldricht abomination ship that I quite like a lot ! They have this big tsundere side to them, at least how I see it, but they're also the embodiment of "assholes in love". I do love a villain power couple.

LAUTSKI (Stephanie Lauter and Peter Spankoffski)

I love these two. She's protective of her nerd and he's so supportive of her. They were both ready to sacrifice themselves for the other and during The Summoning Pete was trying to shield her from a literal God. I love them.

Stephanie Lauter x Grace Chasity

I could swear I remember their ship name... Not one I shipped at first, but they are starting slowly starting to grow on me. I have no particular reasoning as to why, it's really just because of fanfics I've stumbled upon. I like this ship in angsty fic dealing with the aftermath of Nerdy Prudes Must Die (show). I don't know, I like hurt/confort and they provide hurt/confort.

JAGERTITTY (Max Jagerman x Grace Chasity)

That ship name will never fail to make me laugh... I am generally not really found of the whole jock x nice/nerd girl dynamic but they do strike a chord in my heart. Max is so whipped it's adorable. And he's making her reconsider her basically everything. I love them. I would love see them change the other for the better as much as I'd love see them kill people together. I'd read as much fluff as I'd read angst of them. A heavenly good match made in Hell. I love them.

MICHIE (Max Jagerman x Richie Lipschitz)

I will be burned on the public place for this, but I don't ship them. I am really not a fan of jock x nerd like said above and they don't have the same unhingedness that makes me like Jagertity. I don't hate Michie. I can see why the ship is so popular. It simply not for me. Sorry. Though, great respect to you all for making like, a third of the NPMD fics !

Peter Spankoffski x Richie Lipshitz

Two bros being in love. Didn't have the chance to stumble upon them on Ao3, mostly just some stuff here and there on Tumblr. But I do like them. After all, aren't the best romantic relationship also really great friendship?

THE NERDS or THE NERDY PRUDES ( Ruth, Richie and Pete or Ruth, Richie, Pete, Stephanie and Grace)

What I am going to say apply to both. Haven't really read or seen anything on them. But I absolutely love the idea !

[donteatthefishtacos]

oh writer’s ask!!! I’m curious about your answers to 2, 7, 12, 17, 66, 80, por favor

Ah thanks so much for the ask! This got a little lengthy so I'm gonna put a cut here... hope this is entertaining!

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

Oooh. I’d have to say the most notable time I can remember this happening was while I was writing a scene in a short story I was writing for a college class. The characters were supposed to have this whole romantic dance and literally in the middle of writing it I had the thought of ‘The guy should be bad at dancing’… and it ended up being so much better that way.

7. tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote

Oh GOD. It’s probably still floating around ff dot net somewhere but it was an X-Files fic where after Mulder disappears in season 7 Scully ends up wishing out loud that she could go back to the beginning and know what she knows at that moment so she could do things differently. And when she wakes up the ‘next day’, it’s actually the first morning she meets him. So it kinda goes through the first couple of seasons with Scully trying to change things. Basically they just fucked a lot earlier and things weren’t so terrible for them.

12. do you ever have trouble focusing on writing? how do you get around that? 

DO I EVER. What I’ve always done is just go and re-read the work I’ve got in progress, and that usually motivates me to write more of it. I’ve also got a playlist of some of my favorite songs I’ll put on if I want to write but can’t make my brain focus long enough to sit down and do it.

17. what is your favorite line you’ve ever written?

Sorry, this is way more than 1 line but I just really love the flow of all this… there are certain things I’ve written where I can see it all clearly in my head… and this is one of them.

A young boy’s voice called out, “Are you the nurse?”

 She found herself chuckling, “What gave me away?”

Still facing into the cabinet as she tried to move enough things back to be able to close the double doors, a voice that sounded older, deeper, and familiar began speaking. “Uh yeah, we had an incident with a hammer, Connor’s nail is bleeding a little bit, I think he needs more expert attention and he didn’t know where the nurse’s office is.”

Furrowing her brows, she pushed the doors to the cabinet closed and turned to find a distinctly older but unmistakably the same, Tom Houston. His face went blank before his mouth dropped open in recognition. His mouth moved up and down several times without a sound before he finally uttered two words that she swore sounded better out of his mouth than anyone else’s ever had. 

“Becky Barnes?”

66. when have you felt the most confident in your writing?

It’s happened a few times since I’ve gotten back into writing, but any time I can sit down and just hammer out a scene or chapter I’ve already played through in my head and it just flows like I’d wanted it to. 

Also: literally any time I’m writing some sort of shenanigan I just always feel like it works in a way I have to work harder at with any other type of mood. 

80.   do you try to put themes, motifs, messages, morals, etc in your writing? if so, how do you go about it?

Absolutely.. I do a lot of this through kind of sketching out the major beats of a plot and if there’s some sort of idea or message I want to have show up throughout I just work on finding places I can have them show up in little moments in different spots throughout the story. Think a lot of paralleled situations or recurring songs or emotional moments. I try hard to be subtle… I’m never sure if it is. 

[nerdyvocals]

Best of Wives and Best of Women

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandoms: The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals - Team StarKid, Black Friday - Team StarKid, Nightmare Time - Team StarKid

Relationships: Past Tom Houston/Jane Perkins, Becky Barnes/Tom Houston, Tim Houston & Tom Houston

Characters: Tom Houston, Jane Perkins, Becky Barnes (Black Friday), Tim Houston

Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Mentions of alcohol, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Are all the titles of this series gonna be a hamilton reference, probably not, Tom Houston Needs a Hug, he does not get a hug, Jane wasn't a great person, But she's trying, Dialogue Heavy

Language: English

Series: ← Previous Work Part 2 of the A Loop Collapsed

Summary: The loop has fallen. Jane explains some shit.

Notes: Thank you all for your comments on the last story. It's the first thing I've ever posted on this site and the first thing I've written in nearly five years, so I was really nervous about posting it, and seeing you all enjoying it made me so happy and much more confident in my writing. I love you all.

This is a lot shorter than the last one and a lot more dialogue heavy.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

The place Tom awoke in was grey and vast. He couldn’t describe the atmosphere of the place. Everything felt like nothing. It was uncomfortable at least. He looked down. The ground was covered in some kind of mist that came up over the tops of his shoes. He still wore the jeans and flannel he dressed in that morning. What had he done that morning?

He went to the high school, hadn’t he? Why did he go there? He wracked his brain, trying to come up with an explanation. He had a son, right? Was he taking his son to school? No, Tim was only ten, he wasn’t old enough to go to high school yet. Was he going to work? Did he work there?

No, no he used to work there. That’s why he was there, he was trying to get his old job back. He’d taken an extended leave when his wife passed to mourn and ended up quitting when he needed more time than his bosses could afford to give. But it had been over a year, he had finally begun to heal, and his savings were dwindling. They never filled his old position, choosing instead to cut the program entirely, but he hoped to convince them to bring him back.

Right, so that was why he was at the school. But how he got from the school to whatever the hell this place is was another question. He remembered a flash, a bang, and… did the building fall? He became aware of a pain in his leg, a sort of distant throbbing that he could have completely ignored had he not thought about it. Had he gotten hurt?

“Hello, Tom.” The warm, honeyed voice broke through his reverie. He whirled around, heart in his throat, recognizing the voice.

“Jane?”

Keep reading on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27361684

[memories-are-mine]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Friday - Team StarKid, StarKid Productions RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Becky Barnes/Tom Houston Characters: Becky Barnes (Black Friday), Tom Houston, Tim Houston, Stanley (mentioned) Additional Tags: Soulmate AU, Barneston, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, FUCK stanley, tom is the only man i trust, theyre babey, tattoo soulmate au Summary:

In a soulmate AU where the name of your soulmate is tattooed on your ribs, Becky has never shown her husband her tattoo, for fear of his reaction if he saw the name scrawled on her ribs.

Tommy.

[dikdikpronouncedxylophone]

Remus: I wonder if it's still here...

Remus: yEAAAAAHHHH!

Remus: Jan, look, you remember when we carved that?

Janus: Yeah... it's...

Janus: ... a penis...

Remus: eyyyyyy-

[incorrect-sk-universe]

Lex: You know, Tom gives Becky flowers every day. Sometimes I wish you would do that too.

Ethan: Uh... OK.

- The next day-

Ethan: *hands Becky a bouquet of flowers* Here, these are for you.

Becky: Wh-

Ethan: I don’t get it either.

[femslashspuffy]

Me watching bf in the background and a song comes on: ...

Me watching bf in the background and Take Me Back comes one: youuuUUUUU look juuuUUUUST the sAAAAAAme

[mrslukecastellan]

ok maybe unpopular opinion but i don't like becky and tom as a ship,,,,, it sort of feels like it undermines the relationship that was set up with jane and tom and it's what,, like a year since her passing??? and all the exposition about how they were childhood sweethearts and didn't stop loving each other, it just made the relationship with jane feel fake.

[littlewagers]

Fuck all heterosexual romance except for whatever that nurse and that lumberjack looking shop teacher have going on.