#tom hardy appreciation blog

[potter-solomons]

This is too much drama for a Tom Hardy blog. People are too much.

I get all my photos online like everyone else except, of course, for the ones I draw or digitally paint.

The new Eddie one's were from an IG account, th2o99. I didn't steal or hack or anything. I'm not smart enough to hack. And if I could, I wouldn't waste it on obtaining photos. I'd be in a beach or in a castle somewhere. Now that I know they don't want that, I won't do it.

The Eddie photos have been deleted. I apologize for posting them and making the OP feel like I didn't respect them or appreciate the gifts they're giving. Because THEY ARE GIFTS.

I'm not some disgusting thieving person.

I'm a human being that doesn't need all this online drama about something as trivial as social media. This is an outlet for TH and I've made friendships on here. That's what matters.

I appreciate the messages giving me a heads up about the IG post and other things.

Let's move on.

PS: I removed the tip icon. That was for commissions I rarely get. But I'm over it. They can cash app me. I don't profit off this Tumblr. I do for my art. Not posts on Tumblr.

Let's move on.

[wandawiccan60]

Part 5: Feral Love

Tommy Conlon X Belinda(FemOC)

A/N: Hey everyone and happy late weekend I am back with another new chapter on my other stories I have finally come back to continuing writing. I hope you all enjoy this new part I know it has been a very long pause in this story I was thinking about these last few days and I decided to come back to this story that I also have to give some attention and love. But as always guys thank you for reading my stories please comment, reblog, and follow for more Tom Hardy stories. And as always I appreciate the follows and likes you guys rock and I can't wait to continue writing these stories for you guys to read and enjoy. As always thank you for reading and Enjoy see you in the next post. See Ya!!!

Word Count: 3,276

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Mentions of Abandonment, Some Cussing, Father Issues(Belinda not having a dad figure), Masterbation, & Some Fluff

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Wednesday

“So how are you and this young man been doing, honey? Any special sparkle going on between you two?” Margarete jokingly said with a smirky face and arched eyebrow towards her daughter Belinda just rolled her eyes in annoyance with a smile on her face.

“Mama, we have only known each other for a few days and you expect me to fall head over heels for Tommy already? Didn’t you use to say before that getting to know someone takes time until you are sure he is the right one? But no Ma we are only friends ok? Hehe, but he is well… he is a nice boy to be fair,” Belinda said folding her lips together and trying her best to focus on the road ahead of her thinking about the night she kissed Tommy’s cheek.

Belinda never acted this way before, since she had never once in her life would catch feelings for someone this fast. In her teenage years, she never thought of boys and dating, mostly at least. She instead focused on her studies to become a singer and musician, hang out with her friends after school, take care of her mother, and get the college degree that she knows would make her mama proud. Accomplishing a goal that Belinda has worked long and hard for and making it a dream come true. But there were times and moments when she would stay up late at night in bed. Wishing for a supportive and loving partner to hug, talk about anything while the world kept moving, and just share a life together. Belinda never had luck with any guy when she was in high school, especially the “normal” guys. Seeing how they would only look from the outside, then really see how she is on the inside personality-wise. But now that Tommy had come into her life and being around him made her feel a sense of hope that maybe he could be the one she had been waiting for. Only time would tell how things progress between Belinda and Tommy. She would rather wait and see if he is that “special sparkle,” as her mother says. In the distance, up ahead, there stood a dirty gray factory with long pipe-like chimneys with smoke coming out of them. Belinda then slowly pulled up next to the sidewalk, putting the car in park next to the side doors of the factory.

“Well, all I want to say is whatever this young boy is, I just hope he treats you respectfully. And I pray he could be possibly the “love of your life” you have been waiting for,” her mother said. Belinda just let out a small chuckle, knowing full well her mother was just messing around.

“Ma, can you quit it hehe it’s not like he is going to take me away to a faraway place and live happily ever after. I told you he is just a friend, and that is all, and believe me, he is the best friend I have ever talked to in a long time. Besides Morticia and everyone, you know already.”

“Very well then, but again if he ever treats you unkindly he has to deal with me and you know how my mama bear side could act out,” Margarete said making bear claw hands while letting out a “grrr,” sound which Belinda laughed out loud.

“Mama, please stop. It is already your going to run late for work already before your asshole boss yells at you or something. But I’ll see you later and please let me know when you get dropped off by Jack later on, ok? I love you, Ma,” Belinda said as both mother and daughter exchanged kisses on the cheeks as Margarete made her way out of the car. 

She walked her way towards the sidewalk and before going for the door, Margarete then called out to her daughter.

“And also, honey, have fun at the gym with this boy and try kicking some butt too, yea?” she said with a wink and side smile towards Belinda, which she just smiled and nodded her head.

“Ma is just exercising and nothing serious, but I will I love you and see you later,” she said giving her a small wave of her hands and seeing her mother entering the door and making her way inside the building awaiting another stressful day in the factory.

Alright lets get this over with again…

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Tommy was getting himself ready while waiting for Belinda to come to pick her up. Feeling his heart jumping for glee, knowing that he will see and be with Belinda again. But this time it would be just the two of them alone, which Tommy felt nervous to look forward to. After all, it is Belinda and not some type of stranger going to the gym with him. Once Tommy puts his green sweatshirt on his phone, then vibrates on top of his brown nightstand. Seeing on the lock of the phone screen shows Belinda’s name with her message attached to it.

hey Tommy Im outside of your house 😄 

Ill be out in a sec 🙂

Tommy made his way downstairs after sending a text back to Belinda. On his way downstairs, he picked up his black gym bag and water bottle and he finally put on his gym shoes. Once he tied his shoelaces, Tommy made his way to the door while picking up his keys next to the side of the door. Closing and locking the door behind him, then saw Belinda leaning back against her black Chevrolet car. He gave Belinda a heartwarming smile while walking down the small stairway. 

“Good morning Werewolf Boy, that is quite a bag to take to the gym there,” she said, pointing her finger at his gym bag, making Tommy chuckle nervously, feeling his face become warm.

“Yea right? Hehe but good morning to you too Dracula Girl. You ready for your first day at the gym or you goin’ to chicken out?” said Tommy, giving her a cheeky smile which Belinda chuckled, looking down at the floor.

“Chicken out, you say? Hmm, wait until we get to the gym and prove to you I won’t quit so fast. Bet you $20 that I’ll not give up on the first 10 minutes. Deal?” Belinda said cheekily, extending her hand out to Tommy, making him smile at her request.

“Instead of the 20, how about I take you to dinner instead? Does tha’ sound a bit fairer to you, Dracula Girl?” He said, arching his eyebrows at her with his hand out.

Belinda looks down at his hand and, with a smile, she accepts his offer, sealing the deal closed.

“Deal.” 

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1 Hour Later

“Come on, Tommy, one more set, yea? I’m actually quite enjoying this than I thought,” said Belinda, feeling the top of her forehead drained of sweat, her hands placed above her hips, inhaling through her mouth. 

Tommy lay flat on the black mats also trying to catch his breath with his eyes closed, letting out a small chuckle with a big smile on his face.

“Hold on Belinda, let me have a break for a sec and we can continue again. But glad to hear you like it so far makes me feel joyful,” he said, bringing himself up and crossing his legs together, leaning his back against the large mirrors.

Belinda then sat down next to him, crossing her legs in front of her and resting her chin on her knees. They went quiet for a moment as they played some workout music in the background, seeing the outside of the gym in front.

“You owe me 20 bucks,” Belinda said some moments later, making Tommy look in her direction with a confused face.

“Wait what?”

“I said I would not chicken out in the first 10 minutes, so now you have to give up the $20 that we shook hands-on,” said Belinda, giving him a cheeky smile and extending her hand towards him, gesturing to him to give her a reward.

“Oh shit, I totally forgot about it. Are you being serious about me giving up the $20? I mean, wouldn’t it be best if we could just maybe go to the park or something else?” said Tommy, leaning his head back while Belinda snickered, covering her mouth with her hand and making a confused look.

“What’s so funny?” He continued on, letting out a small smile. Belinda stopped snickering.

“Tommy, I’m just joking. Why would I ask for money? I’m more glad to take this opportunity with you than just a couple of bucks. I’ve been having nothing but fun all this morning with you, knowing that this is something you love to do. Especially that you run the gym with your brother and dad, which I think it’s very nice to see,” said Belinda, looking back at Tommy with a smile also leaning her head against the wall mirror.

“Hehe, I thought you were being serious but I’m relieved you were just fooling around,” he said, placing a hand against his chest which she found funny yet cute as he continued speaking. “And yea, I mean, after the whole tournament fight, we thought it would be such a good idea to open a business of our own. Brendon was up to it, and so did my dad. And look at where we are now. Ever since then, the place has been running smoothly and it just feels great, you know?” 

“It sounds nice. You three have a closer bond than you once did before. Must be nice to have that father and son connection,” said Belinda. Her smile slowly disappeared as she looked down at her hands, knowing she never experienced a daughter-and-father relationship.

Her biological father left when she was only 2 years old, but there was an ugly reason. Turns out that he had been secretly seeing another woman until her mom found out about it. Enraged, Margarete and her dad got into an ugly fight that same night while Belinda curled into a fetal position in her room. Hearing them cussing each other out while they both scream at the same time. Belinda, at that moment, felt scared and didn’t know why they were acting in that manner. Now that she was older, she understood the hurtful truth of why her dad was never in the picture after that incident. And since then, he never at some point thought of coming back into her life. Belinda couldn't care less, knowing that what he did to her and her mama was such a pathetic and backstabbing decision. 

“Hey Belinda, you ok?” Said Tommy, suddenly making her come back to her senses, not noticing that he placed a gentle hand against her left shoulder.

“Yea sorry I just remembered something, but it’s nothing important,” she said with a small smile, knowing deep down she really wasn’t, “but you are ready for another round because I am.”

She then sat on her knees trying her best to look alright. Tommy felt something wasn’t right. Before he could speak again, the front door of the gym opened seeing his brother Brendon along with Tess coming in. 

“Tommy, how long have you been here for? It’s surprising to see you here at these hours?” said his older brother while Tess placed her bag on top of the front register.

“Hey Brendon, yea I know weird righ’? Tommy said as he and Belinda got up from the black mat as he continued, “I brought my friend here, Belinda, to give her some lessons.”

“Oh, really nice, and sorry. I’m Brendon, Tommy’s older brother. It’s very nice to meet you, Belinda,” he said as he extended his hand to her, to which she returned the gesture.

“Likewise, it’s great to meet you, too. Tommy has told me about you. Since of course he is your little baby brother,” she said, Brendon let out a small chuckle.

“Yes, he is indeed, and this is my wife Tess,” Brendon then said. The older woman extended her hand toward Belinda, and they both shook hands together.

“It’s nice to meet you honey, wow you’re a prettier girl than I imagined,” she said. Belinda let out a small chuckle and was flattered by the woman’s compliment, but it was a good feeling.

“Oh, you're very sweet, ma’am, but I’m just me, nothing special you know but thank you,” said Belinda with a shy smile towards the older woman.

“But you are dear and please, for future reference, call me Tess because it makes me feel old,” Tess said along with a chuckle which Belinda only nodded her head in understanding.

The rest of the morning went well as more people came, and Tommy wished it was still empty. However, it didn’t stop him from working out with Belinda, when they were at the end of their workout routine of the day. While Belinda was having a hard time doing some barbell squats, Tommy was punching some hits in a black punching bag. He noticed Belinda struggling, stopping mid-way and removing his right glove between his teeth. Once he removed the gloves from his hands, he walked up to her. With her not noticing Tommy’s approach, she put the weight down in front of her feet, inhaling a long breath through her nostrils.

“Hey, you good there Dracula Girl?” 

“Yeah… just I don’t know if I’m doing this right,” she said with a huff, placing her hands on her hips.

“If you like, you can use another technique instead. Here, let me show you,” said Tommy, lifting the steel bar weight, positioning his stance as he went on, “so just feet apart right and then just grip the ends here and just lift them inward towards you.”

Belinda watched on as Tommy lifted the weight up and down, noticing how his big biceps flexed, seeing a few of his veins popping out. She suddenly bites her lips together, trying very hard to focus on the exercise. But the way his arms moved as he lifted the steel bar made her feel many butterflies inside her. She never felt that way before in her life until now. Once Tommy was done, he gently placed the bar on top of the mat. Belinda didn’t realize that he was still talking to her.

“Now you try it. Belinda? Hey, you good?” Tommy said, placing a soft hand against her right arm, making her come back to her daydreaming thoughts. 

“Yeah, yeah I am sorry just… I feel tired suddenly,” she lyingly said, knowing that she was more intrigued with Tommy’s physique than the exercise demonstration, “but I’m good I’ll just do one more set and might go hit the shower. I feel quite drained to be fair.”

“I mean, if you’re ok doing another round, go for it, but if you’re saying you, then we can pick it up on another day. I just don’t want to see you forcing yourself or worse, get hurt, you know?”

“No, yeah, you’re right. We should pick this up another time. And again, thank you for everything. I really appreciate it you brought me. It has been wonderful and I would like to continue coming if that’s ok with you Tommy,” she said with an unsure tone, hoping it wasn’t too much to ask.

“No yea, of course, we can keep coming. Why would I say no? And to be honest, this is the most fun I’ve ever had in a while. I’m more glad it’s with you Belinda truly,” Tommy said, giving her a small smile.

“Aww, I’m delighted to hear that and I also haven’t had this type of fun either in years. Besides my friends, I never thought of going to the gym, but this has been an experience. And I can’t wait to come here with you more too. Thanks again.”

“It’s my pleasure. Do you maybe want to… get something to drink? Or do you need to go somewhere with your friends?” Tommy said as he lifted the steel weight bar, placing it back with the other weights.

“No, not really. My friends are mostly working or at school today. But sure we can get a drink. I’ll invite you as another way to say thank you. By the way, do you have showers I could use?” said Belinda, untying her ponytail and letting her semi-wet hair down. 

“Yea, we do and I’m going to shower, too. Here I’ll show where they are,” said Tommy as they both made their way toward the back of the gym.

Passing by the restrooms, they made a right turn with the sign that read “Showers” on the wall. 

“Alright, I’ll see you in a bit Werewolf Boy. Thank you again, ‘’Belinda said, giving him a quick smile.

“Don’t have to thank me again, ok? And I’ll see you too have a good shower,” he said, returning a smile back at her as they both now parted ways to take a shower. 

The warm stem water of the shower washed around Belinda’s body, feeling the soap rinsing off from her body. While she stood under the faucet, she suddenly thought back to Tommy and his flexible arms. The way they looked and moved made Belinda feel fluttery on the inside. Normally, she never thought of such a thing from a man before, since it never was a thing she would chase. But with Tommy, it felt right and different, which made her feel uneasy. But as she continued seeing that same image in her head, she felt a warm jolt between her legs. She pressed her hand against her sensitive spot until feeling something wet. Belinda gently bit her bottom lip, trying very hard to not think about Tommy. But that same picture would appear in her mind and it made it worse. She let out a low, quiet gasp, leaning against the shower wall until she let it in. 

I feel so guilty for doing this… 

She then slowly caressed her folds between her fingers, biting her lips together this time. As she thought about how she imagined Tommy shirtless, showing his big large biceps until she thought about something more. Belinda fantasized about Tommy, all fully naked, picturing what his big member would look like downstairs. She slowly inserted a finger inside her hot walls, letting out another quiet moan. She tilted her head back while, with her other hand, caressed her left breast. 

“Tommy…” she moaned out, sticking her finger in and out, continuously erotically thinking of him playing with himself.

She felt her insides coming to her peaking point as she inserted one more finger inside of her. She bent her legs, closing her eyes, trying her best to keep herself in balance. But some time later, her orgasm exploded, feeling her wetness drip down upon her fingers. She breathed in slowly while the shower still dropped water above her head. Once she felt more at ease, she turned the faucet off. Only the steaming fog surrounded her. Belinda stood in the middle of the shower, thinking about how she let herself do such a thing. Feeling disgusted at thinking of Tommy inappropriately, since they are only friends and nothing else. But she tried to ignore it as she then wrapped herself with her towel, making her way to get some clothes on. 

Why did I let myself do that… I feel like such a fucking idiot…

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[alikaheroes]

I posted 4,911 times in 2022

That's 1,159 more posts than 2021!

210 posts created (4%)

4,701 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 4,058 of my posts in 2022

Only 17% of my posts had no tags

#tom hardy - 1,151 posts

#best of - 740 posts

#matt smith - 558 posts

#house of the dragon - 520 posts

#daemon targaryen - 304 posts

#doctor who - 234 posts

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#movies - 229 posts

#peaky blinders - 210 posts

#mad max fury road - 204 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#and if polly enjoys that for slightly unhealthy reasons bc she’s severely under appreciated & still grieving her children literally let her.

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Tom Hardy as Reggie Kray in Legend (2015)

@potter-solomons @khanbike @hecatemoon87 @tomhardysforeheadlines @solomons-finest-rum @sciapod

92 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

#4

The Ride (NSFW)

Request: Hello lovely, can I request a Eddie Brock  smut, where Eddie and reader and some friends are out exploring the night life when it's time to go home, Eddie's bike gives up and the other guys can't find a cab that late so we're all stuffed into one car so we have to adjust and ladies have to sit on laps and it's all funn, music's loud, jokes. And then the reader feels Eddie's erection underneath her. P.S Eddie always had hots for the reader but never told her... 

Take it from there <3

Warnings: NSFW Smut below cut, 18+ readers only, please

The flashing lights and pounding music echoed through the walls of the club as you were standing in the parking lot. Your friend, Eddie Brock hopped on his bike and tried to start it, but nothing was happening. In the meantime, the guys tried to call a taxi but with it being a Saturday night in San Francisco, the wait would be far too long.

"Man, I really don't want to call an Uber. They're gonna be like $200 tonight or some crap." Jason huffed. Eddie shrugged.

"I gotta call someone to tow my bike so I can get it fixed tomorrow. Besides, an Uber might be fun with all of us. We're already riled up so it can add more to this already crazy ass night!"

"Yeah!!"  you chimed in, pressing down your skirt. "I just wanna get home and change and have some bath bombs!"

"Ooooh, nakey time, huh?" Eddie joked. You flipped him off, smirking, and the others all laughed.

"Please!" Sarah, one of the other friends added in. "It's pure Heaven to take a bath bomb!"

"Well while you’re all yapping about bath bombs, our ride is here! It's not that expensive, but we all gotta squeeze in. Ladies, sit on the guys' laps!" Jason cried out, right as the silver Toyota pulled up. There were 3 guys and 3 girls. The guys crammed inside as the girls sat on top of random guys.

Eddie, however, began to feel his heart race. You were sitting on top of him, and while he always loved to joke around with you, unknown to you at the time, he always had the hots for you. He felt you were gorgeous, funny, smart, and just a great friend. You met at work a few years ago where you were an intern then became a full fledged staff writer. He admired how smart you were and how you were always able to match his wit.

Soon the car began rolling.

"Ah you fellas out clubbing I see?" the Uber driver asked. "How about some of this?"

He turned on the radio and began playing some dance music. Loud. It suddenly became a party in the back seat. The girls...well, began wiggling their asses and the guys started dancing along as well.

"Oooh it's getting hot in herrrre" Jason sang to the tune of Nelly's song, completely off beat with the EDM music the driver was playing.

"You're so crazy, Jason!" Sarah, who was sitting on his lap, said, as she tried to make up her own lyrics to go with the EDM. Jokes were flying everywhere but Eddie was having a hard time concentrating.

You were sitting on him and you weren't just wiggling your ass--it felt like you were grinding into him. And Eddie was getting incredibly turned on by it. He felt himself getting hard and tried to move a bit away from you, but you kept grinding even harder. You knew what was going on. Suddenly, Eddie's heart almost stopped when he felt you reach down and grab him through his pants.

By now he had a full erection and you looked over at Eddie. He tried to look away but he couldn't resist feeling your stare.

"I'm sooo sorry, I got excited and---"

You cut him off, smiling.

"Oh, I can tell!" you just smiled at him, continuing to grind into him. Eddie was confused as to what you were doing.

"All right, take care!"

His thoughts were interrupted when the Uber driver pulled up at the apartment. Everyone got out the car and left, Eddie and you being the last ones to leave.

You lived on the same floor and quietly walked into the building. The others said their goodbyes and went into the elevator, but Eddie didn't even process what was happening with them. Their elevator left just as another one opened. You walked into it and he followed behind.

The minute the doors closed, you grabbed Eddie's head and pulled him in for a kiss. Eddie couldn't believe what was happening. It became passionate incredibly fast, your tongues dancing as if you'd been lovers for years. Suddenly, Eddie pulled away.

"Y/N....?" he whispered.

The bell of the elevator rang as you came to your floor and the doors opened.

"Come on!" you smiled, motioning your finger for him to follow you.

"To...?" Eddie asked.

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#3

Two Bronsons!!

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105 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

#2

Jason Momoa and Tom Hardy, April 7, 2022

From nashmotorcycleco’s IG story

106 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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[quitmecoldturkey]

76 and 81

Wow thank you!

76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?

Honestly, this one’s hard to answer, because I don’t usually keep tabs. I’m usually the friend that lets you vent because I know how hard it is to not have that someone, so maybe that? I have had a couple of friends cry on me so I guess they appreciated it lol

81. Who are 5 people you find attractive?

Honestly, I find a lot of people attractive haha I have a couple IRL friends and some celebrities, there’s the obvious ones like Tom Hardy, Terry Crews, Henry Cavill, etc. As far as mutuals, the very first ones that come to mind are @skiingcows @bidork99 @ursbearhug @jacob-blogs @persistent-wallflower

[neverscreens]

Hi! As a photo editor I love your blog, it’s so helpful! Not sure if you can do these movies since they’re new but if you could that’s be awesome.

Maxxxine

The Bikeriders (one with Tom Hardy)

And Deadpool and Wolverine.

I feel like three is asking a lot. I’m so sorry but if you could do either one of those I would appreciate it so much 💞

Hiiii, thank you soooo much! We are very happy to hear that 🤗❤️❤️

The Bikeriders is posted!!! I'll try to make Maxxxine as soon as I have more time and Deadpool and Wolverine as soon as the torrent comes out <3

[austinslounge]

Hey! Love your blog. I was curious if you believe the rumors that AK are attending the Met Gala next week?

Thank you! I appreciate the compliment! 🥰

With the Met Gala, I take it you're going by some of the things you've seen online? 😅

Honestly? I feel like unless Austin has been confirmed as going to the Met Gala on Monday, I'm not holding my breath that he's going to be there.

Kaia has been confirmed, so she's definitely attending. As for Austin, I don't know. He might also have work obligations. Austin doesn't seem like the type to attend events just because imo.

I think I would believe he might have a chance at going if Jodie and/or Tom Hardy are going as well. (Bikeriders promo)

[meditationsbyalma]

When was the last time you died?

This blog was inspired by these two videos:

1. An interview with Tom Hardy (Actor, producer, and screenwriter), he talks about a phone call conversation that he had with Charles Branson (Britain's most notorious prisoner), whom he played in a movie later known by the name Branson (2008):

(The floods: A boy by the name of Max Sullivan-Webb (May his soul rest in peace) passed away in June 2008 after getting his foot stuck in a storm drain in the Oxfordshire floods. His friend "Daniel Martin" held on to him until the firefighters arrived; the water kept on rising to their waist and later covering their entire body, but Max's foot was stuck and they could not get him out.)

2- A clip taken from Jordan Peterson's (an author, psychologist, and role model of mine) 12 rules for life book tour :

I love when this happens: two different backgrounds, two different references, two different terminologies ("cut a little piece of yourself" vs. "a part of you has to die"). But the message is the same.

We often avoid talking about death; we fear it and even eschew thinking about it. I remember my first interaction with death was when my grandfather passed away (I was 7 years old at the time). My father set me down and we had the conversation about death and what it means. What struck me the most was realising that I would not see nor meet my grandfather again. The sentence "he still exists, but he is not part of our world" was often repeated, but that did not make sense to me.

A part of the reason we fear death is because we subconsciously equate it with the ultimate form of weakness. To be alive constitutes having a will, taking action, acquiring a physical form that allows you to interact with your environment, and most importantly, having the power to make use of every potential blessing that the gift of life is throwing your way. To die is to lose the will that gives you a sense of control over your life, to lose your physical form, to slowly get forgotten from the memory of the people that matter the most to you, and finally to be uncapable of appreciating the gift of life.

We often go through our lives holding on to this premature impression of death without realising that it could take place without the loss of the physical form. That we can still be "alive" and lose our will or our ability to make decisions for ourselves. We use some expressions such as "this job is sucking the life out of me" or "having a conversation with X drains my energy" and all of what we’re trying to say is that we feel powerless and passive in those given circumstances.

A more accurate definition of death would be to put an end to a cycle and allow the nature of substitution to happen so that a new form could replace it. To physically die is to have all your organs stop functioning and make the transition from our world to another (based on your beliefs), while having the body decompose into a skeleton (the substitution). To Partially Die is to have a part of ourselves substituted with another, whether that’s an idea, a belief, a pattern, or even a relationship.

"The purpose of thinking is to let the ideas die instead of us dying." -Alfred North Whitehead

The prematurity in that initial impression resides in not realising that the mechanism of partial death is taking place in every moment of our lives, whether we agree to it or not. Every day, by adapting a new belief, learning a new concept, acquiring new habits, making new relationships, or cutting old ones, we bless ourselves with the gift of substitution.

"Sometimes, you’ve got to cut a little piece of yourself off, no matter how much it hurts, in order to grow, in order to move on." -Charles Branson

"When you learn something painfully, a part of you has to die... Life is a constant process of death and rebirth, and to participate in that fully is to allow yourself to be redeemed by it, so the good is that process of death and rebirth, Voluntarily undertaken!" Jordan Peterson

The reason that I decided to write this blog is to bring attention to major details in this mechanism. We cannot control Whether this transformation takes place or not. But we do have a saying about what gets substituted and what emerges after the process of substitution. Partial death is neither "bad" nor "good", What we make of it determines its nature.

There are generally three courses of action when an event invites us to engage in the process of partial death. Our level of awareness and the decision we make regarding that event determine the interpretation that one could make about this process:

A real-life scenario: someone by the name of X falls for someone else and dates them for a couple of years. The relationship looks promising, and they feel very comfortable with each other. But one day, they are struck by the fact that their partner cheated on them a long time ago. The relationship ends, and X feels lost as a result of the heavy events. Was their love even real? Was it their mistake? Could they have done something different to prevent that? Can they trust someone else to be their partner in the future?

The way X decides to act and handle the situation (on an existential basis) determines the interpretation that we can hold on the process of substitution:

If X resists the invitation to make changes to themselves, such as being more selective towards their partner in the future, pondering the meaning of love, trust, and relationships, Or even working on themselves to get out of the sensation of lostness that they feel, The process of substitution will take place, but voidness and meaninglessness will surround them as they substitute their beliefs.

If X chooses to hold grudges and adapt the belief that everyone from the opposite sex is manipulative and devious and that love has no place in the modern world, then Fear, insecurity, and a mentality of victimhood are going to immerge and substitute the naive impression that X had about that aspect of their life.

If X holds on to the belief that they deserve to be loved for who they are and that someone else out there would be a better partner for them, under the condition that They acquire the right skills for filtering and identifying what they want in a partner. The old part of them would be substituted with one that is realistic, meaningful, and driven by Love and abundance. (the scenario that both Jordan and Branson have mentioned)

What you do with your partial death determines who you’ll be and whether your decisions are getting you closer to life or death. When growth calls you to engage in this mechanism, which part are you going to sacrifice and burn? And which are you attracting to immerge and replace it?

"You cannot beat death, but you can beat death in life." -Charles Bukowski

So, When was the last time you died ? and what did you make of it?

Yassine Said.

Comments by the writer:

1- writing this blog just reminded me to check on this poem again. I hope you enjoy it.

[endless-oc-creations]

Hi!! First off, I just want to say that your work and all of your OCs seem amazing and so do you, your edits are so pretty and thank you for being on this site and blessing the rest of us with your work!!

I do, however, have sort of a question/request: as you could probably tell from my spam reblogging of all your posts about him, I really like your Criminal Minds OC Gabriel. But the thing is, I have also been workshopping for a few weeks now a male Criminal Minds OC that would be a love interest for Reid; I just didn’t have a faceclaim for him. However, when I saw Gabriel on your mystery OC masterlist, and I saw Tom Hardy, I realized that he was actually the perfect faceclaim for my OC.

Now, I would like to say that Eli, my OC, is not a lot like what Gabriel seems to be like, and I promise I’d been working on him for about a week before I even came across your blog. However, since your OC gave me the inspiration for Eli’s faceclaim, I would like to ask your permission to use Tom Hardy.

Now, if you say no, that’s fine, I can always find someone else. And if you say yes and want credit for your OC giving me the idea, I’m happy to give you credit on Eli’s introduction post or all posts I make about him. Whatever you decide is fine, just as long as you’re secure in the knowledge that despite the similarities between OCs, I would never try to rip you, or anyone else, off.

(Also, I promise that my spam reblogging was not any kind of ploy to butter you up before I sent this ask or anything, I just genuinely do like Gabriel as a character and wanted my OC blog’s followers to see him.)

Anyway, answer this whenever you feel like it, don’t rush yourself! Have a lovely day/night!! 🖤🖤🖤

Hello there! Thank you so much for your kind words!❤️

I’m really glad you like my boy Gabriel! I really gotta redo his intro gif set at some point! And I never mind spam reblogs! I always love it when someone enjoys my oc as much as I do!

And to answer you question about using Tom Hardy, you absolutely can!

I don’t own Tom Hardy or Spencer Reid for that matter, but I understand completely on why you would ask and I appreciate it a lot!

So, don’t worry about having crediting me for anything, I’m honored that you were inspired by Gabriel.

However, all I ask could you please add me to your taglists so I can see future posts about your boy and other creations? 😌

You have a lot of interesting ocs as well that I would like to see their edits.☺️

Even though Footloose is like one of my absolute top 80s film/soundtrack ever, I have never made an oc for it.

So when I saw your boy Rhett McCormack? Then I seen that you had paired him with my boy Willard? Instant obsession lol! 😍

And don’t even get me started on your Good Omens girl Lucille Evans! 🤩

I made my girl Alice Parker and I hardly see any Good Omens Ocs so it made me feel a little lonely in that oc aspect lol!

Since I freaking adore everything about Good Omens so to see that another creator also made an oc to have a poly relationship with the Ineffable Husbands have me over the moon!🥺 I’m so excited to rewatch and reread everything when season 2 finally comes out!

Sorry for rambling, but hopefully that answered your questions! Have an amazing day or night! 😘💕

[tommyplum]

hello there, lovely tag.

we are john & maggie, and this is our tom hardy appreciation blog!

what we do:

answer asks about tom hardy characters

write ficlets about tom hardy characters

make fashion posts for tom hardy characters

post pictures and gifs of tom hardy, also his characters

shriek incoherently about tom hardy, as well as his characters

various other content, largely peaky blinders, the terror, and boyd holbrook

we do not do:

imagines

tom hardy character x reader

real person fic (no moral judgement there, we just don’t)

welcome and please ask away!

about us: john is english and subsists almost entirely on tom hardy and fashion, two great tastes that unfortunately do not converge very often. maggie is canadian and was inculcated into tom hardy adoration entirely due to john; can also be found on her personal, bossymarmalade.

masterlist

visuals

sky mobile gifs prince’s trust, 2013 gifs cbeebies gifs (1), (2) the take, 2009 gifs interview for the revenant, 2015 gifs (1) taboo, 2017- gifs (1), (2), (3), (4), (5) peaky blinders gifs (1) rocknrolla (1)

venom: deleted taxi scene

. . . fashion: eames running errands with yusuf in mombasa eddie on a date with symbiote and anne fight night, modern!alfie solomons style eames on a night out with saito for .... modern alfie feeling sexy

. . . art comparison: pain and galliori, tommy hands and flameng, alfie divinity and marin, alfie portraiture and singer sargent, alfie pandora and jules joseph, ada

. . . graphics: lithomancy and aeration, tolfie the serpent was subtil, tolfie both good with mint, tolfie strong bone box, alfie the duel/the company, tolfie lethe, tolfie the only halo there is, tommy you cannot kill me, alfie

. . . miscellaney: birthday art for maggie from her sister glockgal  how will you spend christmas vacation? affirmation plate (tommy)

written

. . . [ peaky blinders ]

arbiter of many things, daylight among them  |  AO3 -  the morning routine in camden town

pbeebies: book one, lollypop syrup  |  AO3 -  mr. solomons reads the children a story

sugar feeds yeast  |  AO3 -  tommy and alfie negotiate starch and come away sweet (tolfie)

the king’s shilling  |  AO3 -  tatiana has things to teach tommy, if he’ll learn

crumb coat  |  AO3 -  sometimes a sweet tooth just won’t be denied (modern tolfie)

the midlands  |  AO3 -  no sense letting a perfectly good hotel room go to waste. (tolfie)

i am but dust and ashes (the world was created for me)  |  AO3 -  taboo au, where tommy is alfie’s half-sibling (tolfie)

mind the upholstery  |  AO3 - tommy can be very particular. not overly perceptive, though (tolfie)

**meme writing the devil never eats salt - amateur occultists au stop before i begin - dystopian bonded-for-life au tied my lead and pulled my chain - western/deadwood au 

**for the eradication of seemingly incurable sadness’ series aka the liquorverse (modern tolfie) - the liquorverse memes and scenes - tommy’s mixtape

tis the saison  |  AO3 -  holiday office parties are a necessary chore eggplant peach question mark  |  AO3 -  some days require sexting or your best approximation thereof margarita’s no good without salt  |  AO3 - alfie and tommy skive off work early to get down to business

transcripts: the gospel of alfie solomons & the ballad of tommy shelby

these fucking rhyming couplets made flesh (musings) we at tommyplum are not team grace / addendum  (grace shelby meta) . . . [ inception ] mine i’ll leave to chance | AO3 - yusuf/eames in mombasa  the time before that and the other time after  |  AO3 - yusuf/eames but what do you remember

. . . [ venom ] you’re burning yearning | AO3 - eddie brock/symbiote/anne weying symbiotic conversations (symbrock chat posts)

non-tom hardy content

. . . boyd holbrook: on ‘camp confessions with shannon coffey’ in the shadow of the moon interview on ‘the gate’ gifs el pais fashion shoot gifs two/one gifs (1)

. . . our rp characters-related ephemera: hardy & holbrook, fanart, b&w, hatfields & bondurants

. . . music: ten songs for ... (ten-song themed playlists)

fanwork recommendations

14 november 2019 29 november 2019 14 december 2019 29 december 2019 14 january 2020 23 february 2020

. . .

[iamkatehardy]

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Tom Hardy isn’t single

So you’ll have to do.

[iangallagherz]

Big same about tom hardy. His character is the best in the whole series but i might be biased bc well it’s tom hardy. He doesn’t appear until season 2 though, but the show is very good anyway

must a show be good? is it not enough to see tom hardy’s lips? 

[oh-ranpo]

I just want you all to know...

Whether you have actually talked to me, liked or reblogged any of my stories, or are just following me and watching from afar.....

I love every single one of you!

Seriously, thank you for everything. If I wasn’t so awkward I would reach out to every single one of you and tell you how much you mean to me but I’m so socially inept it’s painful 😂 but I always love new friends and all of you are the best 💖💖💖

It’s nice to have somewhere to go to fan girl about things that people in my everyday life don’t care about. 😁

[megalony]

Dinner Disaster

This is a Tom Holland imagine I came up with which I hope you will all enjoy, feedback is always appreciated.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @rogmeddows @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez-blog @jonesyaddiction @ambi-and-sunflowers @milanosaurus @httpfandxms @saint-hardy @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls @mrsalwayswritex @rogerina-owns-me  @hellsdragon @im-an-adult-ish @crazylittlethingg @allauraleigh @onceuponadetectivedemigod @ceres27 @avyannadawn​

Masterlist

Part 2

Summary: Tom and (Y/n) are out for a family dinner but when a fight ensues, (Y/n) and their unborn baby get hurt.

Enjoy.

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"Tom, stop it's not worth it." (Y/n) pursed her lips together as she shook her head at him, begging for him not to say or do anything right now. She could see the darkening look in his chocolate brown eyes that were narrowing until he could hardly see.

Biting his lower lip, Tom curled his hand into a fist, rubbing his knuckles against his jaw as he tried to stop himself from saying something he shouldn't right now. He wasn't usually the type to get so riled up like this, especially not when he was at a family outing which he always loved but tonight he couldn't help but have a very low temper that was about to blow.

Tom loved family outings and dinners like this, with all his family around one table together sharing jokes, stories and a lot of laughs together. With his hectic work schedule it didn't leave that much time to spend with all his family like this and he wasn't all too keen on being out in public when people constantly took photos or asked for pictures or autographs. But it had felt great to be out with everyone, especially with (Y/n) sat by his side, her smile lighting up the restaurant.

Yet with his cousin sitting on the opposite side of the table to them, Tom's temper was flaring and sparking.

Adam couldn't seem to help himself, there was always something snarky that he had to say or a little prod here and there. But when he started to chat up (Y/n) right in front of Tom, that set him off.

"He needs to stop." Tom muttered under his breath, his gaze moving to lock onto (Y/n) on his right who rose her brows and shook her head again. She knew Adam liked to say or do things to annoy Tom, he was always seeing how far he could push the actor because Tom's caring nature and patience were hard to shatter.

Moving her hand, (Y/n) gently smoothed her hand over Tom's thigh before she perched her chin on his shoulder so she could kiss his neck. She knew any form of touch was enough to calm him down and when Harry on Tom's other side would start to make a joke, Tom's temper would calm down and he would be back to his usual bubbly self.

"Hey, smell this tell me what you think."

Turning her head, (Y/n) looked at Paddy who was sat on her other side, her eyes creasing and her lips curving into a smile when she looked at the small glass in his hand that he was holding out to her.

(Y/n) got along exceptionally well with Tom's family but she had to admit she had a soft spot for Paddy, they just seemed to be on the same wavelength and always managed to make some mischief and have a laugh about almost anything.

Leaning closer, (Y/n) gingerly sniffed at the glass which held a cherry red substance in it but it didn't smell of cherry. It smelled of sweets and a tangy substance that (Y/n) couldn't place, it was almost as if she was smelling an air fragrance. Paddy was always one for finding weird drinks and cocktails and he was all for tasting them and trying different drinks which made him great on a night out. Not that they had gone on a night out for a few months now though.

"What is it, smells like sweets."

"A Kola cube drink, try some." Paddy held the glass towards (Y/n) with a smile urging her to take a drink but Tom's hand reached out and clamped over the rim of the glass before (Y/n) had the chance to push it away.

"Not a chance Paddy, she's not trying that."

"It won't hurt-"

"She has some of that and my boy'll be doing summersaults. Drink it yourself."

Tom didn't even have to look at his brother to know he was rolling his eyes and pouting like a child. He pushed the glass back towards Paddy, giving him a stern look before he reached out and took a sip of his own drink. He wasn't stupid, he knew that a little drop of alcohol like a sip wouldn't do any harm to the baby but he didn't want (Y/n) having any, especially if Paddy was the one offering. Paddy always had the strong drinks and a bit of that would certainly not do (Y/n) or the baby any good.

"I think my nephew would like it, but whatever." Paddy whispered in (Y/n)'s ear before he winked and had a large gulp of his drink.

All the boys had been over the moon at the thought of being uncles and when they found out that Tom and (Y/n) were having a boy it made them all the more excited. Nicki had been overjoyed at the thought of being a grandmother, even if it was daunting for her but both Tom and (Y/n) knew she had been hoping for them to have a girl. Nicki didn't have any daughters and although she loved and doted on all four of her boys, she did want a little girl to spoil. But her grandson would be spoilt no matter what and he would fit in well with the crowd of boys she had.

"Okay, who needs another drink?"

Tom looked around his end of the group as he glanced around the glasses littering the tables, wondering if anyone else needed a drink since he could see his dad at the other end of the group getting up to go to the bar. Since there were a lot of them, a few people were switching places so they could talk to everyone.

(Y/n) nodded as she looked up at Tom when he rose to his feet, his hand rubbing at her shoulder for a moment before he started grabbing a few glasses from Harry and Sam so he knew who needed refills. Leaning over the table, (Y/n) grabbed her glass , about to hand it up to Tom but her head snapped back to look over at Adam who was sat opposite her.

"Ooh, nice view (Y/n), you giving us a show?"

A shiver ran down (Y/n)'s spine and a sudden pang of fear hit her chest as her eyes darted around her before she glanced down at what she was wearing.

Dresses weren't exactly an option at the moment since she was six and a half months pregnant and any dress she wore made her feel self conscious and uncomfortable. She was wearing some leggings and a black and white striped top that was very loose around the sides so it wasn't tight or constricting. But it wasn't a low cut top and it wasn't revealing. Her chest was a bit bigger and heavier than usual but (Y/n) didn't like revealing clothes, they made her feel self conscious.

All she did was lean a little to grab her glass.

(Y/n) felt Paddy rest his hand on her shoulder as a form of support and to calm her down but she could feel how hard he was tensing and his usual comforting smile was nowhere to be seen on his face. His eyes were blazing when he noticed (Y/n) pulling her top up higher. She hadn't done anything wrong and she wasn't revealing anything and it hurt Paddy to see that she was clearly panicked and upset.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Tom's jaw tightened to the point it looked like it was going to snap as his fingers curled around the rim of the glasses he was holding until they were at shattering point. He didn't get along with Adam at the best of times but he couldn't stand him making constant jibes at (Y/n) ranging from just little hints to unsettle her to full blown remarks or dirty comments about her.

"Tom please-"

"No, what did you just say about my wife?"

"Woah, calm down Tommy all I said was that she gave me a nice view of her rack just then."

Tom's chest puffed out until it looked like he was about to rip through the plain white button-up shirt he was wearing and his body jerked forward as he was about to lunge. But he didn't get to push himself between the two rectangular tables before Harry and Paddy were grabbing him by the arms and yanking him back against the leather sofa seat that stretched far down to the other end of the table.

They couldn't have him making a scene and having a fight with their cousin in public. If this were in the privacy of their home then they would be more reluctant to stop him but they were out in public and it wouldn't do Tom's image any good. Nor was it fair on everyone else here, especially (Y/n) who was clearly uncomfortable and upset.

"Not here, not here! Calm it and go get a drink." Harry repeated the words quietly in Tom's ear, pulling on his shoulder until the eldest brother slowly nodded that he wasn't about to lunge for Adam.

"Talk about my wife like that again and I will deck you."

Tom jerked his body free from his brother's before he shuffled through the gap between the two small tables, making sure to barge his side into Adam as he went over to his dad.

He knew better than to start an argument or even a fight in public like this, he was always told that he was a gem when it came to publicity because he didn't do anything scandalous or anything to give himself a bad image. But when Adam was involved he riled Tom up something rotten and he couldn't stand anyone saying anything crude or degrading or anything like that about (Y/n). She was his world, she meant everything to him and he wouldn't stand for someone talking like that to or about her.

"Okay?" Paddy whispered as he wrapped his arm around (Y/n)'s shoulders, pulling her into his side to try and calm her down. He had done his best not to nudge or fall on her when he went to grab Tom, he couldn't have Tom flying over the top of the table to punch Adam or all Hell would have broken loose.

(Y/n) nodded her head with a small smile, keeping her eyes on Tom who was standing at the bar with Henry, both of them deep in conversation. She knew Henry would have no trouble talking and calming Tom down which she was glad about.

"Why don't you move seats and go sit with Jan?" Harry looked over at Adam and pointed to the other end of the table where their mum was sat with their auntie Jan. Adam was causing trouble this end like he always was and it wasn't going to end well if he stayed sitting in front of (Y/n) and Tom. He was making her feel uncomfortable and he was infuriating Tom.

"Harry leave it." Paddy shook his head as he downed the rest of his drink, it wasn't worth causing another fight.

"No, you can't sit here and talk shit like that and expect to get away with it."

"Tommy has a short fuse, since when was it wrong for someone to compliment (Y/n) like you boys do all the time? Besides, you don't mind do you honey? I bet you get a lot of comments when you show off for people like that and your ass must be a good sight too if the rest of you is anything to go by."

(Y/n) felt her boy kicking at her stomach when she got a sudden rush of adrenaline sparking through her. Her hand grabbed Paddy's arm when he slammed his glass down on the table before she looked desperately over at the bar. She managed to catch Henry's eye before she looked back at Paddy who had a face like thunder as Harry slid closer to (Y/n), looking like he was going to lunge.

"Who the fuck do you think you are talking to her like that?"

"Like none of you have copped a feel, is it even Tom's bun in the oven, (Y/n)?"

(Y/n)'s hand moved to her neck, frantically scratching at the skin to stop herself from crying or even screaming. She had never felt comfortable around Adam and all the boys knew it but he had never been this bold in his flirtations or assumptions towards her until now. The amount he'd had to drink must have made him lose his filter and it was worrying (Y/n) to no end.

Adam seemed like the kind of person who would get violent or try to grab at her and she didn't want anyone having a fight right now. All she wanted to do was go home, this was too uncomfortable for her to be around.

"Paddy no- I just wanna leave, please, let's go." (Y/n) nudged Paddy to try and get him to move so they could get up and get Tom so they could all go home before Paddy reached over to belt Adam for that last comment.

But all of them felt like screaming when it was clear Tom heard that last comment when he and his dad came back over to the table at seeing (Y/n)'s panicked looks their way. A string of curse words passed through Tom's lips before he tried to reach forward and grab Adam by the back of his jacket and wrench him backwards, almost tipping him off his chair.

"No- son, get off him! Thomas that's enough, go take (Y/n) to the car now!"

Henry's stern voice rattled through Tom's ears as his dad deadlocked his arms under Tom's and pulled him back to stop him from starting a fight he was going to finish which would earn him a lot of publicity. People were already standing by with their phones out trying to capture pictures and recordings of what was happening. Henry could see that (Y/n)'s anxiety was spiking through the roof, she clearly wanted to leave and Tom couldn't stay here and start a fight, he should go home with her.

Tom kicked his feet out, trying to free his arms that were almost pinned up in the air due to how his dad was holding him back. He could feel the fire rushing through his veins and his face burning red but he couldn't help it. Someone was being incredibly rude and slurring at his wife who was frightened, Adam should be knocked out for the way he was treating and speaking to (Y/n).

"Oh come on then Tommy, bring it on."

Adam turned his head with a smirk on his face as he looked over at his cousin who was being held back by his uncle. His grin expanded when he saw that he was getting a rise out of Tom. But instead of pushing his chair back to get up, Adam carelessly and roughly pushed the small rectangular table away from him to free himself to stand up.

When a scream left (Y/n)'s lips, everyone seemed to stop what they were doing and all eyes diverted over to where she was sitting to see what had suddenly happened.

"Dad, dad get off she's hurt!" Tom almost elbowed his dad to get him to let go before he stumbled on his feet to get to where Paddy was sitting at the end of the long table. His eyes scanned over the situation but he could already guess what had happened before Paddy even said anything.

"The table- he pushed it into her stomach."

Paddy turned his head and rapidly looked between Tom and (Y/n) before he removed his arms from around (Y/n) and slid from the seat to let Tom take his place.

Adam had pushed the table away from him but accidentally pushed it into (Y/n) and Paddy and the edge of the table banged straight into (Y/n)'s rounded stomach. Tears started to well in (Y/n)'s eyes and fell down her cheeks as she doubled over, pressing her hands against her stomach that felt like a drum. It was like someone was pounding on her stomach and a slow, burning pain started to arise that made her begin to cry. She could feel her baby boy wriggling within her, probably distressed at what had just happened but (Y/n) prayed the table hadn't hurt him at all.

"Darling, talk to me, how bad does it hurt?" Tom hurriedly wrapped his arm around (Y/n) and leaned his chin on her shoulder so he could try to look at her properly and see if she was okay or if she was rather badly hurt. When he dared to place his right hand on her stomach he could feel how badly their boy was moving about but the way (Y/n) was shaking told him this was bad.

(Y/n) couldn't get any words out, all she could do was look at Tom with fear in her eyes and her hands glued to her stomach. The pain was getting steadily worse but she didn't know if there was anything wrong with their baby boy or not. He could just be unsettled from the abrasion or it could have hurt him or done some sort of damage to her womb. She didn't know.

Tom quietly shushed her when she tucked her face into his chest before he moved his hand and fished around in his pocket.

"Dad, can you take us to the hospital please, I've had a drink." Tom dangled his car keys out to his dad who quickly grabbed them and nodded. The initial plan had been for (Y/n) to drive them back to Tom's parents house before they went back home. So Tom had had a few drinks, he wasn't drunk but he didn't want to drive, he had to be with (Y/n) he couldn't help or concentrate on her if he drove.

"Yeah, come on love let's get you out to the car. Nicki, come on we're going!" Henry waved his hand at his wife who clearly didn't know what was happening, all she knew was Tom was about to start a fight with Adam.

"Darling, I need to get you up."

Tom shuffled to the edge of the booth, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around (Y/n) as he slowly pulled her along with him. When he got to his feet he very carefully pulled (Y/n) with him, taking her weight when she seemed to curl up, still cradling her stomach with her body mostly pressed into Tom's front. Henry moved to her other side, wanting to be close in case he and his son had to take all of her weight and get her over to the car.

"It's okay, he's gonna be just fine darling, I promise." Tom pressed his lips to the top of (Y/n)'s head, praying to any God that would listen, hoping his words would be true.

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"Is he okay? I- I don't feel very well." (Y/n) sunk her teeth into the skin of her thumb that was pressed between her lips to try and focus on something other than the rising feeling of wanting to be sick. Tom was at her side with her free hand clasped between both of his but he couldn't take his eyes away from (Y/n)'s stomach.

It was like he was trying to see through (Y/n)'s stomach and into her womb to check on their baby boy. But Tom couldn't help but focus on the bruising starting to appear along her stomach just below her belly button.

"The placenta seems to have come away from the lining of the womb and since your water broke on the way here, I think labour is the best option."

"No, Tom please d-do something..." (Y/n) pressed her forehead into Tom's arm as she started to cry.

The nurse they saw when they arrived here had confirmed that (Y/n)'s water had broken, her pulse was very high and she seemed to be going into labour. They had been told that there was a possibility of preventing labour if everything else seemed to be in order but clearly luck wasn't on their side today. It had taken everything in Tom for him not to panic and to be strong and there for (Y/n) but he was at breaking point now.

The best outcome the couple were hoping for was that labour could be prevented, but the worst outcome was that labour happened now. They had been told that if the baby didn't seem too distressed and if there were no problems or complications then (Y/n) could be given medication to try and prevent labour from happening and they could wait and see if it stopped. But if any problems were there or there were issues with the baby then either labour would have to happen or a C-section might be needed if it was severe.

"The placenta has moved a lot and your boy's head is facing down ready for labour. If we wait we risk him becoming more distressed or being stillborn, having him now means we can get him into the ICU and take care of him there. You have every chance of him living and being okay in ICU."

The howl that left (Y/n)'s lips made tears fall from Tom's eyes, they weren't ready for this.

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"Well done (Y/n) the head's born now. Take a few deep breaths and on the next contraction we want smaller pushes." Joanne's voice was encouraging and calm but it didn't make (Y/n) feel much better.

Her lower body had gone numb hours ago, her thighs were burning and her back felt broken from how she was laying half propped up but she couldn't move now. Tom was sat on the edge of the bed next to her where he had been since the beginning, he wasn't leaving her side for anything and (Y/n) needed him. He was the greatest thing right now that was calming her down and keeping her sane.

Tom pressed his lips to the side of (Y/n)'s head, noticing how her skin was burning up like she was on fire. Joanne and a doctor had been here with them for the last seven hours and another midwife had just entered the room ready to help when the baby was born.

(Y/n) was only six and a half months gone meaning they were just about two months premature. When their boy was born he would have to be put straight into the incubator and taken right down to the ICU for tests and to keep him stable. Up to now they were taking note of his heartbeat and he was as stable as they could hope for which meant that he wasn't distressed and he wasn't going to be stillborn. Tom just prayed that their boy was going to make it beyond his birth, they couldn't lose him.

"Shoulders are born, keep pushing honey and he will be here in no time. We're almost there, just keep doing little breaths for me now."

It didn't seem to take long before his torso was out and she was being told that his legs were almost here.

Over the past few months (Y/n) had imagined and dreamt of this moment, she had tried to pluck herself up because the thought of labour terrified her. She knew the head was the worst part because it would take all of her energy and the rest of the baby's body would be significantly easier to push out.

But her baby boy felt so small and helpless between her legs, with how small he was it was easy and quick to force him out on each contraction but that only made (Y/n) scream harder.

(Y/n) pressed her chin into her chest, biting down on her lip as she let out a scream with the last push. She could tell the exact moment their boy was born, it felt like a sudden weight was dropped from her stomach that seemed to pull her insides down with it. She leaned her head onto Tom's shoulder, trying to catch her breaths back but it felt like her lungs were collapsing and her insides and stomach were shrivelling up into nothing

"I-is he okay?" (Y/n)'s voice trembled almost as much as her body was shaking from the shock of what she had just done and gone through. It felt like her body was being shaken back and forth like someone was trying to wake her up or violently gain her attention.

Tom started to cry from both pain and fear.

His eyes couldn't focus on his little boy for long because he could feel how badly (Y/n) was trembling and if they weren't in labour right now he would have sworn she was having some kind of seizure. Everything was shaking back and forth and when he moved his arms to pull (Y/n) gently into his chest and cradle her close to him, it was like he was being electrocuted.

Tom couldn't stop himself from crying as he started to hum and press constant kisses to (Y/n)'s temple. If she carried on shaking and breathing like this she would go into shock.

(Y/n) could barely manage to get her eyes to focus enough to look down in front of her legs to see Joanne. Her gaze loosely followed Joanne's arms as she picked up their little boy and very quickly laid him on (Y/n)'s chest when she knew he was breathing.

The couple knew it was only for a few seconds at most and (Y/n) couldn't control her limbs enough to try and brush her fingers over his head, but Tom could. He ignored the pale white fluids and the blood covering his tiny little boy, he rubbed his cheek and cried watching his baby gasp and cry for air before Joanne took him back. She had been kind enough to let them see and touch him, now he had to be snatched away so they could keep him breathing.

Their baby's skin was a mix of very light pink and pale grey underneath the blood and fluids coating his fragile body. And his lips were light blue with hints of grey dabbed in between showing he wasn't breathing and didn't have much oxygen in his system. Tom hated how he looked so limp and lifeless in the midwife's arms, he looked like he was made out of jelly and about to flop and fall out of place at any moment.

Even though Joanne was trying to focus on (Y/n) and delivering the placenta, her eyes kept flitting back to glance at the doctor to check on the baby.

"Lisa, take him down to ICU get him stabilised and cleaned up please." The doctor nodded at the other midwife in the room who wasted no time in disappearing the incubator and their baby boy. It felt like she was taking a piece of their hearts with her leaving both Tom and (Y/n) gasping for breath.

"(Y/n), your baby's okay but he has to go to the intensive care unit straight away, he's going into a state of shock. Once the nurses have managed to stabilise him they can get him washed and you can go and see him, the important thing right now is that he's being cared for and now we need to help you."

The doctor was caring and kept his words slow because he could see (Y/n)'s attention was dithering because of the state of shock she was in. But when he knew she understood and accepted what he was saying, he smiled before he looked down at Joanne to know (Y/n)'s progress.

"(Y/n), I need you to push again for me, the placenta is nearly delivered then we can get you sorted and settled down, okay?"

(Y/n) nodded but she could barely feel herself pushing before Joanne said the placenta was suddenly delivered and she could relax. All (Y/n) wanted to do was lay down and collapse into a state of sleep with Tom at her side but the thought of their baby was preventing her from sleeping. She wanted to see and hold their baby and make sure he was okay. (Y/n) couldn't sleep in case something happened and no one told her. She had to be awake for any news about her baby.

"What's wrong?" Tom looked over at Joanne when he could see the worry in her eyes and the metal dish in her hands containing the placenta.

"(Y/n)'s got a retained placenta, it's broken and some of it is still in the womb."

"Okay (Y/n), we need to lay you on your side and give you some medicine to start some more contractions, that placenta piece has to come away quickly." The doctor's voice was calm as was the look in his eyes but Tom knew his words showed that this wasn't the best situation. If the retained piece of placenta stayed in the womb for too long (Y/n) could get an infection and she had already been prone to infections from losing the amniotic fluid before having contractions.

The doctor and Joanne gently turned (Y/n) on her side so she was facing Tom to increase her blood flow before she was given an injection into her stomach to start more contractions.

(Y/n) didn't hold the strength to keep her eyes open anymore so she just let them close, she could feel her head sinking into the pillow that was making her already fuzzy head feel like it was floating on air.

She could feel Tom's hand tightly holding her own and when a contraction started she could do nothing but moan and squirm, her muscles were pushing and contracting on demand without her having to concentrate anymore. Everything was spinning, (Y/n) just wanted Tom to lie down with her so she could go to sleep and wake up to have this all be some kind of warped nightmare that ended.

"D-don't leave me." (Y/n) could barely manage to open her eyes enough to look at Tom as he bent down on his knees beside the bed so he could be level with her. His watering eyes creased at the corners and he slowly started to card his fingers through her hair, not able to stop from sobbing.

"I'm not going anywhere, darling."

[hecatemoon87]

Happy Birthday Tom!!

September 15 -> It’s Tom Hardy’s birthday today!

In celebration of his 45 years, I wanted to create an appreciation post. I know that much of my blog is fangirl whimsy. A projection of my fantasies, a harmless expression of admiring Tom physically. However, I appreciate him in another respect as well. And that would be the fact that he is a remarkable human being.

Tom's a charitable individual who has contributed countless hours to several charity organizations. From Bowel Cancer to Wounded Soldiers, to Drug Addiction and Animal Shelters, Tom and his wife have done a lot of work for society. He's a humanitarian. He shows us this through his actions.

I have been a fan since 2018, not too long of a time. But as I watch his past/current interviews, read articles on his achievements both on cinema and in every day life, I have come to realize he's a genuine human being. After I came to understand his history and by watching him grow older, I can see that he is a man who has learned from his mistakes. And that every day he is striving to improve himself.

That is important. We all are human beings. We have and will make mistakes. And the only way to correct them is by learning from them. Life's purpose may seem ambiguous, but it's not. It should be viewed as an opportunity to improve ourselves and help others along the way. That's it. Be a good person and try your best. And if you are able, try to help out other people who need support.

So, Happy Birthday Tom! Wherever you may be today, hoping it's a good one.

[red-moon10]

This is, has been, and will always continue to be a Tom Hardy appreciation blog. Thank you, and go watch Venom 2 in THEATERS NOW!!!

[dreamlandcreations]

300 follower celebration

So, today I reached 300 followers, and I decided to spread the appreciation of fic writers with a game.

Rules Guide: either name 5-10... ...of your favourite fics (that you wrote), ...best fics from your favourite writer, ...of your favourite writers with 1-1 fic that you like the best, or all of the above (there are no rules here, really, just give some appreciation however you like)

Oh, and don't forget to mention why they are your favourites!

Besides the list(s) of fics, also make a tag list to invite others to share their favourites.

No pressure tags: @cinebration @thefact0rygirl @youvebeenlivingfictional @massivecolorspygiant @pillow-titties @anetteaneta @dailyreverie @princessxkenobi @the-anonymous-pen @drabbles-mc @autumnleaves1991-blog @the-little-ewok @inlovewithhisblueeyes @becauseicantthinkwritings @rosethornxs @clydesducktape @maybege @aerynwrites @marvelmusing

AND ANYONE WHO WANTS TO JOIN!

See my lists below 😊

My favourite writers in no particular order:

@cinebration Wicked Creature (Alfie Solomons x Reader) The fic that got me to watch 6 seasons of a show I never intended to watch. The subtlety, the tension, the yearning. And writing a Tom Hardy character is not an easy challenge but the mission was definitely accomplished here.

@thefact0rygirl "Hold me" (Boba Fett x Reader) Vee is talented, kind, smart, funny and just simply the best. My trusty Boba fic provider. This can't be anything but a biased choice because all her fics are equally amazing but I love this one the best for obvious reasons.

@youvebeenlivingfictional The Logical Progression (Nathan Bateman x Reader) Dany, the evil siren, can do no wrong. I think this was the first Nathan fic I've read and by the time I was done my jaw dropped to the floor. This was so in character yet added so much to him that it's just incredible and I was so excited to read the Epilogue too.

@massivecolorspygiant The Bish/Brat story (Bishop Losa x Brat) Mags has a complete masterlist of awesomeness but I seriously can't express how much I love these little gems that you sometimes have to look for in the tags too. It's a wild ride. :(And I might be re-reading these instead of watching season 4)

@pillow-titties In the Morning (Billy Russo x Reader) I'm simple, I see Billy Russo and I click. This is cute Billy, drunk Billy, loving Billy... So what's not to like?

@anetteaneta The Letter (Poe Dameron x Reader) It's an impossible task to choose just one fic but I'm a sucker for heartbreaking angst but it's even better with a happy ending.

@dailyreverie Chill (Santiago Garcia x Reader) Again, a little biased but blushing Santi is just something special.

@princessxkenobi Delicate hints (Will Miller x Reader) The Poet. I'm in awe every time at realising how beautiful writing can be. This is one of the less poetic fics of A but it has that same 'smoothness' as the rest. When I read these fics it's like... being caressed by the water at the seaside, it is an unreasonably calming and lulling experience.

@the-anonymous-pen Prospecta (Bishop Losa x Reader) So, this is an ongoing project but I LOVE the concept and what I've read so far. *insert excited squeal* I can't wait to read more.

@drabbles-mc Fifty bucks (Bishop Losa x Reader) This is everything. The bet, the sneaking, Bishop's reaction, Agnel being a little shit.

and that was 10 already? so, I listed those who came to my mind first but there are so many talented writers here and it would be nice to see where this game could lead

My favourite fics: (pff, I don't think there is a fic that I wouldn't rewrite so I'm going with what little I can remember by the titles. the exorcism of haunting ideas by writing fics is not a helpful thing in this case. anyway...)

You are beautiful (Boba Fett x Reader) I think this was the first time that I just went with a concept with an idea of where it's going to lead. I also wanted to write something with no smut and it turned out to be a tiny bit angsty and a fluffy af.

Foreplay (Alfie Solomons x Reader) Another first. The first time I added an OC. The first time I tried to capture a character without imagining what they would say because Alfie is difficult if not impossible to mimic. I think this turned out to be okay, considering the aim.

Joy (Poe Dameron x Reader) This list is full of firsts, I guess. The first time I really ventured into the pregnancy plot. I was afraid I couldn't do this because the idea just freaks me out but I found it surprisingly easy to turn the uncomfortable moments into a joke. So there's that.

Bribing (Raymond Smith x half Asian!Reader) Ray is almost as much of a challenge to write as Alfie and I had my doubts about going into a banter with a character like that but I'm quite satisfied with the result.

Lost you (Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader) This is where I started to build a fic around a scene. It's literally in the middle of the fic so the before and the after came together bit by bit. The 'after' part is where I tried to explore how an immortal being would view things and I'm not quite satisfied with what I could do here but it was not disappointing either, whatever that means.

Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black My first headcanon, multicharacter post. I really enjoyed doing something else than oneshots. It was interesting to think through one concept for different characters.

Devoured by the Dark (Darkling x soulmate!Reader) I'm really intrigued by the Darkling but I cannot help the thought that we are missing out a lot by showing this deliciously twisted character in the usual YA format. So I went a little dark here and it was fun.

Keep fighting (Billy Russo x Reader) The one where I abandoned plot altogether and created pure filth.

Seriously? (Billy Russo x Reader) I think this is where I almost made myself cry. I wanted to write the "before the Punisher Billy". When he could have made different choices, could have been an entirely different person for someone. It hit me hard that the obsessive need to be loved could only be satisfied by a deep connection. So I went deeper and deeper into the concept and this happened.

priest!Aleksander (Darkling x Reader) I'd describe this experience as being triggered. Seriously, I saw that moldboard and boom, I had to write these unhinged headcanons. This was new.