#Tom’s Tea

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[amongemeraldclouds]

Tom Riddle clutched the handmade bookmark you gave him at the end of class. You said it was to wish him good luck for the upcoming exams and nothing made sense. Not the flutter in his stomach nor the warmth he felt in his chest.

You had always been warm and friendly to him like you were with everyone else. He didn’t understand how others could be kind without getting anything in return. It seemed futile. A weakness, even.

And yet, whenever you were kind with your bright eyes and warm smile, there was a quiet boldness within you that he deemed powerful. It piqued his interest.

When he dreamt of you the next day, he knew he had to spring to action. It started with a carefully concocted plan to get to know you. You found it odd how inquisitive he was one day, but your crush had suddenly taken an interest in you. You could hardly complain.

Soon, he’ll find himself on an open field with you, the warm sun caressing your face. He’ll tuck a flower behind your ear, strumming the strings of your desire. He already considered you his, it was only a matter of time until you knew it too.

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[coldemergency]

Voldemort: There must be endless information you’ve gathered throughout all your past lives

Harry: I know everyone’s dirty little secrets

Voldemort: I don’t suppose you’d share any with me…?

Harry: You would never guess which Hogwarts professor has a foot fetish

Voldemort: Not at all the sort of information I was looking for

Voldemort:

Voldemort: who

[moviesandfood]

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[radaverse]

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[id: three digital illustrations featured in the article above:

A digital black and white drawing of young Marissa Fittes and Tom Rotwell at one of their first cases. They are in the countryside, near the crossroads. It's nighttime. Marissa is looking out before her with an oil lantern in one hand and a visible spade handle in another. Her face is washed by a harsh light. Besides her is Tom, kneeling and digging.

A young Fittes agent is climbing out of a manhole at the side of the road, his rapier lying in front of him on the ground. The pavement is covered with salt. The colours are desaturated and harsh, as if someone is taking a photo with a flash.

A simplified map of Holland Park with multiple symbols on it: a cross made of two bones, and seven pins with a wailing ghost on top of each one of them. On the right side is a legend explaining the map symbols: the crosses stand for source locations, and the pins stand for reports of Visitor sightings or psychic disturbances./end id]

[justzawe]

Zawe and Tom on the BAFTA Tea Party red carpet

[stumpyshocky]

Boba Servo 🧋

[marypaol]

Small Deeds, Small Tea Cups

Draco x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Nothing that I’m informed of :)

Summary: Reader wakes up one morning and Draco decided to make her tea, forming a small kind action he can do every morning.

Note: No use of Y/N, and just fluff because I love it. -Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, I was hanging out with family!

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The sun’s rays beamed on her skin exposed, and the girl couldn’t help but hum softly in contentment, rolling on her side to feel more warmth. Orange laid beneath her eyelids as she did so, eyelashes fluttering as consciousness slowly came to her. Her arm subconsciously went to her side, searching for the person who routinely slept beside her, hand only coming in contact with wrinkled sheets. Her eyes fluttered open all the way this time, hands coming up to run the sleep out of them as she slowly sat up, stretching arms overhead as her lips open wide in a yawn.

Her body exposed itself to the chilly air as she took off the duvet, feet touching the cold carpet that lay beneath.

She automatically started searching for her love, legs tiredly moving around taking her to her assumed destination that she thought he would be.

She ended up being correct, his broad back to her and the back of his messed up pale hair strands going to and fro in the air. She slowly walked over, hands reaching out to him desperate for his soft skin. He was wearing a t-shirt, so her hands easily made their way underneath it, fingers caressing the skin on his waist.

His body recoiled at the sudden touch but the light kiss to his shoulder gave him the sign it was only her. (She had to stand on her toes to reach of course.)

“You usually sleep in.” He stated plainly instead of saying a proper greeting, eyes fixed outside of the window above the sink, watching as the world woke up for another day. She smiled against his back bone, running her fingers over his lower stomach.

“Well I woke up and you were gone.” She answered simply, going on her toes again to place her chin on top of his shoulder. Her response seemed to silence him for a moment, his eyes fixed on outside still as his teeth gently bit his lip in deep thought.

He eventually cleared his throat softly, tilting his head to lay it on top of hers. The action was small, but it filled a big place in her heart.

He did it only for a moment, and known him he didn’t like showing affection for too long, but the fact that he took time to do so let her know he at least showed some of his love and that right there was better than nothing.

His fingers went in front of him and he scooted over a small tea cup, steaming liquid inside as the bag inside swayed from the action. Her eyes lit up, lips pulling back into a small smile as she knew what it was.

She got out from behind him and placed her fingers in the ceramic cup, picking it up from the plate it was on and to her lips, sipping the warm tea as she tasted a hint of sugar sweet. Her smile got wider, knowing he made it just the way she liked it.

She couldn’t help but notice the anxious look in his eye as he watched her, deep down desperate to know if he made it wrong. She made her smile warmer than it already was, putting the cup down and wrapped her arms around his neck. He inhaled at the boldness of affection, not quite expecting it.

“It’s made perfectly, Draco. Thank you.” She assured quietly, stroking the hairs on the back of his neck. He didn’t say anything, eyes instead searching hers for any sign of a lie, but didn’t end up finding any. She was being one hundred percent sincere, proving it with just a simple look.

He nodded because he didn’t know how to respond, not used to being recognized for a kind action for once. He’s never done them, that’s for a fact, and when he met a lover he wanted nothing more than to not be a snob, although that’s what he was raised as and sometimes he couldn’t help but show that side of him, but therefore that’s what showed her she was trying.

And she loved him for that.

He was trying.

For her.

The baby step effort was there and she couldn’t be more grateful for the hard work he’s done; it’s hard changing yourself from what you’ve grown up to be and be generous, especially for Draco.

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So Draco from then on tried to provide a cup of tea every morning to his love, for by then he wasn’t hesitant or anxious to do it; since before the nervous feeling of her reaction being negative was stirring in his stomach.

It was all for the little smile that would stretch on her lips when she entered the kitchen, her pink lips he loved to kiss every so often but wouldn’t admit it. (For sometimes he wasn’t just hesitant to show kind actions, but also hesitant to express his feelings.)

But the sparkle in her eye was also a reason he loved to do it. She would make eye contact with him and so many thanks were displayed in her eyes he knew she didn’t have to say it, but she always did, muttering “thank you, loves,” and lightly kissing his cheek before sitting on the counter- even though he was bothered by that since she was the one who liked to clean out of the two of them- and sipped contently while watching him read the Daily Prophet.

Sometimes he would make breakfast, even though he didn’t know much. (Despite his hesitation to express his feelings, he once told her he learned a few things from watching the house elf that once roamed his childhood home.)

He couldn’t help it, he was a curious kid, but at one point and age in his life he couldn’t be curious anymore because of his father’s unspoken orders.

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So she found herself facing yet another morning, orange once again beneath her eyelids and soft sheets warmed from the sun’s rays.

She got up, bare legs being exposed to the cold as his oversized Quidditch t-shirt went down to her thighs.

She traveled downstairs, searching for her love and was met with an empty kitchen, the absence of her lover chilling to the space. He brought a warmth the house only he could provide and not seeing him there made her cold inside.

Her eyebrows furrowed, confusion filling her as she searched for him, eyes scanning areas as she passed. It was then that she spotted a soft light coming from his office, her feet lightly walking across the hallway to see him.

She saw him, back to her in the chair he was sitting in as his pale hands worked through papers, sorting them into stacks that she didn’t understand but to his mind it made all the sense.

She didn’t want to startle him, despite the desire to wrap her arms around his tense shoulders and rub the stress away. So instead she brought her knuckles to the doorway, softly knocking so he knew she was there.

His head turned and his eyes met hers, and while doing so she didn’t fail to notice the soft grin pulling at the corners of his lips.

She slowly walked to him and preformed her previous desire, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he turned to face her, his hands landing on her hips.

He was feeling a little confident that morning and she knew so as his fingers sneaked underneath the shirt, stroking the skin there as she squealed softly, squirming in his hold.

“You weren’t in the kitchen, loves.” She stated once the soft giggles settled down, stroking his shoulders as he turned back around, hands fiddling with the papers once again.

His head bent down as she heard a soft sigh coming from him. He looked over his shoulder so he could see her in his peripheral.

“Sorry,” he blurted. “I forgot to heat water.”

She chuckled a little. “It’s okay, loves,”

“I just was confused when I didn’t see you in the kitchen; you’re normally there in the morning, that’s all.”

He nodded, sighing once again but it was because her fingers stared softly massaging his shoulders, rubbing the tenseness away with such a simple touch.

“Yeah I had to do some paper work.” He said, letting her once again think about what he said. He would often reply with simple answers, ones that left her with some questions but not many, for most of the time they left her wondering what he meant based on the various tone of voice he used.

She liked that about him; whatever came from his lips left her wanting more.

“I could make us both tea, if you’d like.” She softly offered, fingers coming to a pause on his shoulders because of her hesitation of asking the question. His head laid back, softly landing on her stomach and her fingers subconsciously went to his hair, stroking the strands as they easily flowed through her hands. The pale mob of hair was always so soft, so delicately taken care of. He licked his lips, hands coming to to her elbows to keep her arms from moving away, not wanting the moment to end just yet.

“That could be quite lovely.” He said boldly, fingers massaging her elbows. She smiled, lips coming down to kiss his head and keeping them there for a couple seconds.

“Sugar?”

He paused as he thought. “Maybe a little bit, loves.”

-Apology for any errors!

Love you all and thanks for reading! 📖

[destinyc1020]

https://youtube.com/shorts/T7xt12xD1GE?si=xXf7ITl4zjoyTyNe

This was from someome who worked/visited the Euphoria set bt I wonder what exactly the "tension" was bt one thing Tom going to do is defend his girl/their relationship 😭

Side track bt JLo seems lik such an unpleasent person 😅 this lik the 10th time i heard a story of her being rude

Lol 😆 🤣

Okay, FIRST of all.... I'm cracking up at this guy calling Tom Zendaya's "new boyfriend" rofl 🤭 It's funny to me how sooo many ppl don't know about the Tomdaya 1.0 era lol 👀

Second..... Maybe there was "tension" because Tom knew how JE treated Z during their rlshp (so many ppl have hinted that he wasn't the nicest towards her) and he didn't like it? 🤷🏾‍♀️

I also need ppl to clarify what they mean by "tension". Cuz ppl can claim tension, but it's just that a person isn't smiling or going out of their way to be nice towards someone. I would need EXACT examples of what they considered "tension". Because sometimes people interpret things waaaay differently than others... as I have seen here on my very blog! 😅

Could also be that JE was "tense" coz Z went back to her man, and he was salty seeing him on set! Rofl 👀 🤣 😅

Good find Anon lol 😆

Oh, and I'm not shocked about the claims re: JLo. There have been rumors about her and her diva ways for YEARS! There was someone (idk if it was JLo or Mariah) who didn't even want people or "the help" looking them in the eyes!! 😵‍💫🙄

Some people let fame get to their heads boy.... 🤦🏾‍♀️🥴

[bumblingbabooshka]

Cursed but funny: Tuvok transitions... and so does T'Pel. They are still straight, just t4t about it

Alternatively: Tuvok and T'Pel are both bigender and they take turns so there's always a wife and a husband, it just varies who's who

Incorrect! Bigender/Trans Tuvok is not cursed at all and is in fact a blessed image, sight, thought etc v_v Please rise and salute Mz Vulcan!!!! That IS undoubtedly a funny scenario though - they are forever destined to be Husband & Wife. Imagine worrying for several years that your wife might leave you for being trans and then you meet with her again and she's your husband and the only thing that changes is you're HIS wife now. This is T'Vok's life.

[sciderman]

I figured it out

Tom Holland's Peter Parker (No hate to Mr Holland though) has NO SASS

That's the issue, he's not a smartass or a smart idiot. He is just,,,, adorkable

oh man. disney kind of has a real compulsive problem with making everything adorkable . thats kind of their thing. like every Disney princess to get a movie in the past decade . do they have a unique personality to their own? absolutely not at all. are they adorkable? oh you bet. they are SO inoffensive and they’re gonna sell SO many toys. just like spider-man. they disney-princess-ified him. they did the disney princess thing to him. I think you could swap him with anna, or rapunzel, or moana and you probably wouldn’t even notice the difference, narratively, because they would all act the same and do the same thing. and be adorkable while doing it.

[amongemeraldclouds]

Dancing in the rain with the Slytherin boys

Ft. Matteo Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire, Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini

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Lorenzo Berkshire (established relationship, modern au)

The walk home should have been simple and straightforward. But as you stepped out the bustling restaurant, you traded the warmth for the unexpected downpour. Yet it could not dampen your good mood; the alcohol buzzing in your veins made sure of that.

“You sure?” Enzo asked as you opened the door and faced the rain.

“We’ll be fine, it’s just a short walk,” you suggested and he simply shrugged in agreement.

The song blasting from the restaurant stayed with you and you found yourself singing the lyrics. You wondered how a space cow found its way in a song about summer romance, but it seemed to match the beat of the song. It was good enough for you.

“Are those even the right words?” Enzo asked, a small laugh accompanying his question. It was not.

“Space cows can be wherever they want to be!” You declared.

“Yeah space cows!” He cheered you on as he started singing with you, ever the supportive boyfriend.

“You know since we’re singing,” you said, a glint in your eye, “we might as well dance. It’s just us here.”

Enzo stopped abruptly in front of you and surprised you with a bow. “My lady,” he said, courteously reaching out his hand. You held a corner of your dress in each hand and curtsied.

You took his hand and found yourself dancing on the empty sidewalk with Lorenzo Berkshire. You hummed the song as you moved, feeling his body move in sync with yours.

When you arrived home, you’d shower and warm up with a cup of tea. You’d spend the rest of the day cuddled beneath cozy sheets, wood crackling in the fireplace. But for now, the rain drowned out everyone and everything else. In that moment, it was just you and him dancing with your silly smiles.

Mattheo Riddle (enemies)

You exited the hall and stepped into the evening air, eager to get away from the music and merriment. You were the furthest thing from feeling festive. Not after your date had ditched you for another pretty girl.

Your cheeks burned with rage and embarrassment and you tried taking deep breaths to steady your nerves.

Just when you thought an already bad evening couldn’t get worse, you saw lightning flash through the sky followed by a crack of thunder. Before you could safely make your way back the castle, you found yourself drenched in the sudden downpour.

With no other outlet for the intense emotions, you released a frustrated scream and your tears soon joined in the rain. You jolted when a warm hand touched your shoulder.

You inhaled the telltale scent of cigarette smoke. Through the blur of tears, you saw Mattheo Riddle. Of all people, it really had to be your enemy. He must have been smoking outside and got caught in the rain.

“What happened to your dashing date?” He spat.

“Come to laugh at me, have you?” You said bitterly. “He’s off with a prettier girl,” you said, not sure why you were even talking to him.

“Why, I’ll break his face” he started and it was your turn to put his hand on your shoulder.

“But why? Don’t you hate me?” You asked, confusion mixing with your cocktail of rage, disappointment, and weariness.

“Obviously,” he said quickly then added, “but only I can be horrible to you.”

“You can’t be possessive over your enemy, that’s not how it works,” you shot back.

“I can be possessive over who I want to be,” he moved closer, arguing.

You sighed. It had been a long day. “Fine, just let me wallow here in peace.” You muttered, “didn’t even get to bloody dance.”

He studied you closely, it was unfair how gorgeous you managed to look despite the tears and soaking rain. The look in your eyes broke something in him.

You were stunned when you found yourself in his arms. “I’m only doing this so I don’t have to look at your crying face. This is for my benefit,” he explained, trying to sound annoyed.

Then he really was annoyed when he realized how nice it felt. To distract himself, he started to move, swaying you both to the beat of a song only he could hear. It soothed the storm raging within you.

“For the record, this never happened,” Mattheo stated, quick to deny everything.

“As if I want everyone to know I danced with you,” you said even as you matched his rhythm, “no thank you.”

“Good,” he stated.

“Good,” you replied, not wanting him to have the last word.

There was an odd comfort dancing with Mattheo. You could overanalyse it later. For now, you savoured how secure you felt in his arms, his body warm against you. Electric sparks lit within you as if lightning coursed through you.

Hidden by the onslaught of rain, you could pretend you’re not enemies even if it’s only for a moment.

Draco Malfoy (established relationship, modern au, Yule Ball)

The regal melody of classical music greeted you as the footman opened the limousine door and the cold wind caressed your hair. Draco waited near the door in his crisp tailored suit, his hair neatly gelled back. You took his outstretched hand and smoothed your hand over your dress when you exited the car. You were fashionably late and ready to make a grand entrance at the Yule Ball.

“Ready to party?” He asked. Salazar, you were gorgeous. He was eager to show you off to everyone.

“You mean get drunk and dance the night away? Count me in!” You leaned in, inhaling his expensive cologne. 

You had just taken two steps away from the car when thunder clapped and the sky rumbled ominously. Draco put a protective arm around you as if he could save you from the elements.

“Let’s get inside quickly, yeah?” You nodded wordlessly, trying to walk as fast as you could in heels. Despite his rush, he was patient enough to match your pace, placing you as his first priority even when the first drops of rain fell on your heads.

“Bloody storm,” he muttered. Before you knew it, the sky unleashed a torrential downpour, soaking you from head to toe. You gasped. Hours of hair and makeup was smeared off by Mother Nature in a matter of seconds.

You could sense the thoughts in Draco’s head: “how much would this cost me at the dry cleaners,” “this suit was made for balls and dinner parties, not mud and rain,” and “how dare the elements!”

Instead he looked at you, worried. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, but he could see the disappointment in your eyes and the set of your jaw. You were doing your best to hold it together.

“Not the kind of ball I expected” he said, turning to face you, “but we’re here and there’s music around us. May I have this dance?”

You laughed at him, but when he didn’t join you, you blinked. He shrugged as if to say ‘why not?’

For the second time this evening, you took his hand and he spun you around. Water droplets traced your movements and he watched you in slow motion. It’s ridiculous how you still looked perfect despite everything. He was relieved to hear a small laugh escape you.

He wrapped his free arm around your waist and pulled you in, his other hand still firmly holding yours. You leaned in his shoulder, “sorry this didn’t work out the way you expected.”

He shook his head. “Whatever do you mean? I’m dancing with the most beautiful girl in the world. I’m still the luckiest man here tonight.”

Tom Riddle (established relationship, spicy but not smut)

Tom Riddle did not do parties. Yet he somehow found himself walking alongside you, accompanying you to one.

“I want to dance!” You declared.

“I’d rather die,” he muttered.

You laughed and took his hand, leading him outside the castle grounds.

“This isn’t the way to the party,” he observed.

“It’s a compromise, we’ll bring the party to us,” you grinned. He sighed in surrender.

“Hear that?” You asked, the faint party music audible from where you stood. You took his hand and started moving. “I’ll look less silly if you joined me?” You offered hopefully.

“Then we’ll both look silly,” he stated.

As if Mother Nature was on his side, rain fell from the sky unceremoniously. You were instantly soaked.

“Come on,” you insisted, still asking him to dance.

“You know I love you all wet and needy doll, but not like this,” he said, not budging from where he was.

“How about this?” You offered, lowering your voice. “After this, we’ll enjoy a nice hot bath together and then I can be wet and needy for you the way you like it.”

He closed his eyes and groaned, already picturing all the sinful things he would do to you. “Fine,” he growled, “you’ll be punished for this doll. I’ll make you regret it.”

You casually shrugged and smiled, “worth it. Now come on, the sooner we dance, the sooner you’ll have me just where you want me.”

He grabbed the back of your neck and pressed his lips to yours, his other arm snaked around your waist as he drew you in. Bodies flush together, you felt his hard length against you and you moaned against his lips.

He started moving you both slowly, the upbeat party music long forgotten. You let him lead, glad to have him dance with you in the rain.  

Despite everything he brought his lips to your ear and said in a low voice, moving his hands around your body. “I already have you where I need you.” That hot shower would have to wait.

Theodore Nott  (established relationship)

“As much as I’d love to get away from the party with you amore, it’s storming outside,” Theo said, stopping as you both neared the exit. 

“A little rain wouldn’t hurt,” you grinned and stepped outside, getting drenched within seconds. You welcomed the cold and lifted your head to the sky, raising your arms and spinning. You looked so carefree and it tugged something in Theo’s heart.

“Come back here, we can stay warm indoors,” he offered.

“Too late, join me!” You asked, running towards him. Instead your shoe slipped on the wet grass and you lost your balance. Theo’s eyes widened as he held his arms out as if he could catch you.

He saw you on the floor, shoulders shaking and he rushed towards you. When he neared you, he put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You looked at him, your laughter piercing through his concern and he breathed a sigh of relief. “If it brought you out here, it’s worth it,” you thought aloud as he helped you back up your feet again.

“Come on, someone’s got to keep me upright. Dance with me, caro,” you said, wrapping your arms around him.

“With no music?” He asked skeptically. He was not making this easy.

You looked at him, listening closely to the rumbling in the clouds. Any second now. Lightning struck and you raised your finger. On cue, you heard the crack of thunder. “There,” you said, taking a step back to hold his hands. You started spinning around again, taking him with you this time as you raised your head up the sky again.

You were so full of life, your energy so infectious, that Theo let the rain wash away his protests. He mirrored you and lifted his head up the sky, feeling the raindrops on his face. The things he did for love, he sighed inwardly as he smiled.

Blaise Zabini (established relationship, modern au)

You laughed as the first drops of rain fell. It was sweet relief after a sweltering afternoon at the festival. You raised your head up, welcoming the rain, and bopped your head side to side to the beat of the music. 

You looked to the side and saw your boyfriend, Blaise, already watching you. He was a man of few words, but his expressions and actions told you all you needed to know. It took forever to convince him to join you at a festival where it would be crowded, loud, and now muddy. But here he was, grinning at you.

Blaise held out his hand to take your phone and he tucked it safely in your tiny waterproof bag that he carried for you. You pecked a kiss on his cheek to thank him. He didn’t seem to mind the rain though you could tell he was trying hard not to be bothered by the cold and mud.

You grabbed his hand, waiting for the DJ to drop the beat. You mirrored his grin in anticipation, the bass building up slowly as the rain fell down heavily. Your heart thumped along the music’s beat, your body dancing along the rhythm, the crowd electric as the music built up to its crescendo.

You counted down with other festival-goers, breaths held: 3, 2, 1.

The beat dropped. You launched yourself in the air, bringing Blaise with you, chanting along with the crowd. Everyone else blurred as you kept your eyes on him, watching his eyes glow with excitement.

It may have been dark and stormy around you, but right in front of you, his smile was all the sunshine you needed.

A/N: Based on a super cute request I received! Original ask will not be published for a bit as there are multiple ideas in there I’d like to play around with.

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[asktowerofmistakes]

Tea for Peppino and Gustavo! I hope it helps you guys relax a little ’:-]

Aww, thank you.

[radaverse]

And here it is. The true start of this big tale.

Here I present to you, my greatest work to date:

TOWER OF MISTAKES

Ch I. Falling Apart - Page 1

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[justzawe]

Zawe and Tom leaving the red carpet