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[irndad]

TULIP WITH THE GUY EVER

this is for peter!! im feral for this man my god this is long for nothing happening- guys i am SO fucking rusty prompt: an act of affection so blatant everyone notices roommate!peter <;3 flower prompts

It’s hard not to look at her. 

There’s so much to observe, so much to place his attention on- how she smiles, the way she taps the sides of her mugs before she sips her tea. She’s a vision in red lipstick and he’s the kind of person that’s blessed to be in her presence. 

It’s a Friday night, and there’s a sweet sort way that she curls into herself. She’s been his friend for just about a minute longer than he’s been in love with her, and he’d like to think he does a decent job at hiding this fact.

He landed on his hip today, from a height far enough off the ground that it still hurts, pain radiating from every step as he walks home. The commute is actually quite far from his internship at the newspaper, but he likes the area he lives, and the woman whose company he keeps while he lives there. He makes concessions. 

Still, he’d been looking forward to the sight of her since the ache began. Her presence had a way of soothing. 

She’s curled up onto an inherited recliner in their shared apartment, and when he bursts their creaky door open in a fluid motion, he’s greeted with this sight. She’s not alone- some friends from her graduate program on their Ikea couch. 

It’s girls night, and it’s his dutiful role to say a quick quip and head back to his room. Her two best friends are over, legs splayed over each other in an open display of affection that he adores witnessing. He could hear the laughter and yelling from outside the apartment itself. He likes how they make her laugh, how they seem to make her heart lighter when he can tell she’s not able to carry the weight of everything by herself. 

“Peter!” She’s the first to even notice he’s around, and he tries not to let the stubborn firework in his chest keep exploding at the thought of it. At the thought, she sees me. Her voice is warm and kind and weightless, and he drinks in  the sight of her. Their floor lamp illuminates her in warm golden light, a coupe glass with red wine held in delicate fingers. 

“Hey, you,” he replies, an unmistakable warmth he can’t seem to rid himself of in his tone. He tries not to seem disappointed, like he’d not been imagining watching an irrelevant TV show, a little too close together until they’d fallen asleep just that way.

As he’s hanging his withered coat, he asks, “What are you guys up to tonight?”

Her friend explains that they are watching the Spy Kids trilogy in order, and she nods dutifully along. 

“That sounds wonderful,” he can’t help but laugh. “I’ll leave you guys be-“ 

And it’s no surprise, when they send a him a chorus of please join, and you’re welcome to be here! 

She stands up to give him a hug goodnight (because she wants to kill him), and he envelops her before he can stop himself. She smells like a mixture of lavender and rose and sweet red wine, and he’s grateful for his heightened senses for a moment; it doesn’t take long to memorize it all. 

It occurs to him that he won’t see her until morning, and he takes in the sight of her again, eyes raking over her. She really is beautiful- lovely in a way that radiates her smile, follows her in action. His hands rest on the curve of her waist, and something and things being made to fit one another cross his mind, against his better judgement. God, he could spend forever looking at her, longer touching her. 

He only pulls away when he hears a muffled pair of laughs, failed attempts at not interrupting a moment. Which is absurd, because there is no moment. None. 

She beams at him despite the laughter of those she holds dear, and it aches saying goodbye to her. She's just down the hall and it hurts to leave.

He slinks off to his bedroom smelling like her perfume, blushing bright red and maybe, just maybe, the tiniest bit hopeful. And he thinks he might of heard the faint whisper of two other people, whispering questions he mulls over every day.

"Just roommates, huh?"

[behindtheglam]

Andrew Garfield exudes a James Bond-like aura in his suit, making him incredibly captivating. I can only imagine the thrill of being rescued by him tonight. Bella Hadid impresses us with her simple yet incredibly flattering attire. Daisy Edgar Jones looks charming in her sweet little dress, although she could benefit from some additional accessories. Danielle appears to have chosen something haphazardly from her wardrobe. I must take her shopping! As for Tom, his appearance in a suit is undeniably impressive. I wholeheartedly approve! Lastly, Louis Tomlinson complements his castmates with a suit that is quite agreeable. Although it may be slightly oversized, considering his responsibilities as a parent and his efforts to remain relevant, he deserves a pass this time. @lwxtomlinson @hadidthebella @daisyjoneshq @ftgarfield @ofcampbvlls

[blairpfaff]

ANDREW SCOTT for Attitude | ph. Ramon Christian

[lesbaurinkos]

also. riverdale charm designs :D i’ll get to making these eventually

[andy-clutterbuck]

[finleyforevermore]

Can someone make a "Good & Evil" musical? Thanks. /silly /hj

Tags from yours truly:

[taarnold]

[singharit]

— “You just gotta learn to return his fire, is all.”

[soulluvs2read]

so is there a post out there talking about how Neil is unsettled by Andrew laughing after the columbia incident vs neil laughing after some traumatic shit happens to him (post christmas at the nest, baltimore events) ?? just wanna read an analysis or deep dive of that.

[kazoo-the-demjin]

Someone needs to fucking link me to some shit which updates me on new Nora content about ny favourite characters or i will combust

[irndad]

* Gardenia - the love of a friend who doesn’t want to just be friends

This screams both tasm!peter to me. Also Remus. Both. Both is good.

a/n: he's my husband officer i love him / prompts are open bb!!! tasm!peter parker x reader

The realization sweeps over him like the invention of technicolor- slow, warm bursts of an entirely new perspective. Her company has been present more often, and he’s slowly becoming addicted to the sight of her. 

Harry introduced the both of them. Peter’s been in kind of an odd space since graduating college, and so sometimes when he meets Harry’s grad student friends he can be a little intimidating. She was no exception. 

Except she was, wasn’t she?

Peter recalls the first time he ever met her, warm twinkling fairy lights of Harry’s apartment illuminating her features. She’d smiled at him, a gentle thing, all warm disposition and kind eyes, and Peter had almost felt his knees buckle under her gaze. 

He’s somehow managed to be charming enough to get her to enjoy his company for almost two months. They’re friends, or whatever you call being the first person the other hears from in the morning. Peter keeps a picture of her in his wallet for luck. He’s not very good at hiding the things he wants, but she’s not the kind of woman who dates guys like him, at least in his perception. 

Still, tonight, this is easy to forget. She’s in his apartment, soda poured into wine glasses, his head on her shoulder, drunk on the way she laughs and the fact she chose to spend her night with him. She’s got a finite amount of time, and she’s chosen to spend it with her legs on top of his. She’s so, so warm. The show he’s put on is the least of his worries, the least captivating thing he can imagine. 

He’s made them dinner, called Harry in a panic about three times even though if you’d have asked Peter before tonight if this was a date, he’d be sure you were insane. There’s a somatic sense of urgency, now, heightened senses attuned to her every movement. There’s a lot of curses to the spider-bite but this- the way that she feels in his arms, how her perfume lingers in his senses, how her so-soft skin feels on his own, her fingers carding through his hair lazily- 

“What’s on your mind?” She says, a giggle in her voice. 

“This is nice,” he replies, turning to look up at her. She’s just so nice to look at.

“Stop looking at me that way,” she says, warmth creeping up her cheeks, delicate hands covering her face in embarrassment. He turns to face her, and she smells like vanilla perfume and everything he wants.

“What way?” There’s an uncontrollable flirt in his tone, and it’s hard to admit how much he’s proud of the fact it’s him that made her feel that way. It’s a lot of restraint he’s used to not call her baby. 

“Like that,” she murmurs. He thinks he might see her eyes flicker to his lips, and his chest roars with want. He’s drunk on all of it, the feeling of her so close, the kindest person he’s had the good fortune to meet. 

“I can’t help it,” he says back, unashamedly staring back at her adorable pout, “I just wanna…”

It’s months of pining, of waiting and watching and listening to the sound of her heart when he leans over and kisses her. He’s not sure if he’s fucked it, but then- then she leans into him, kisses him back, warm and soft and isn’t this the point of being a person? Getting to be held like this? 

She actually ends up staying the night, in an incredibly mundane way. Harry finds them just that way in the morning, wrapped around each other like knots on a cherry stem. Peter doesn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed. 

[floweypilled]

12 years of g&e????????????????????

[pinata-bees]

I made my own version that one meme format with all the crying cartoon characters around a TV

[cllianmurphy]

INXS behind the scenes of "Never Tear Us Apart" Prague, 1987

[lesbaurinkos]

i think about roommates and i go crazy. sappy nonsense

[andy-clutterbuck]

Making of TWD 5x03