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I wish the person who I reblogged this from happiness, good eyebrows, and clear skin.

SOMEONE REBLOG THIS FROM ME PLEASE

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$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn't improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don't you think

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reblog peter getting a job he’s unqualified for, and for the next decade you’ll be offered jobs you’re unqualified for 

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rare photo of tom holland smiling with his teeth reblog for ten years good luck

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he really signed this shit…… i….. i love him

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aww brooklyn nine nine i’m so sad

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Did anyone thought about this?

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hey guys, hope your skin is clear and you get a text from someone you like real soon.

also that your lunch tastes good, you find twenty dollars on the ground, and that thing coming up that you were dreading turns out not so bad

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I’ve never related to anything more @danielhowell

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claiming this energy

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Headrests and Pillows Reader x Tom Holland. Word Count, a chill 1k.

Tags: college!tom

Warnings: maybe in later chapters but this is simply fluff

A/N start of a series I’m working on. Tell me what y’all think. 

You sat there staring at the second's hand on your watch moving closer and closer to 4:30, although it didn’t seem like it was moving. 4:30 was the end of your last lecture of the day, which meant you could go home and relax. The final 5 seconds passed, and you counted down to yourself in a whisper. In all honesty, the only reason you acted this way for this particular lecture series was due to the fact the professor put everything on the online portal, but attendance is mandatory for a pass. You rushed out of that hall and made your way to the 7/11 to pick up some ice-cream. Tonight was a bra-off and Netflix binge kinda night.

You slammed your door, peeled your skinny jeans and slung your bra off onto the chair and slumped yourself on the bed with a spoon and your laptop. You sat there warming your thighs with your laptop, scrolling through categories on Netflix trying to decide how you were going to waste your time this evening. Then a loud vibration is heard from the other side of the room from your bag. You trapes across the room and pick up the call to listen to the familiar voice of Harry.

“Y/N! Y/N! You won’t believe it.”

“Haz if your next sentence is about a frat party, tonight's not the night.”

“What do you mean?!”

“Look my jeans and bra are off, half my makeup has melted off, and I’ve got a spoon in my hand ready to dig into some incredibly delicious mint-choc-chip ice cream. I’m not leaving my dorm tonight.”

“Well, I was going to say I there’s a Pi Sigma Pi, party tonight but I could come round with a DVD and PJs and we could hang? We haven’t had a film night in ages anyway.”

“Sure sounds good but bring your own ice cream.”

“Ahahah will do, see ya in 30!”

“Au Revoir”

Thank god you got out of the atrocities that are frat parties. You still get your night in but with some company, so you seem a little less like a sad loser. Haz is also an excellent headrest. You decide to change into your PJs. You choose out your soft jersey victoria’s secret set which you got for Christmas. You decide maybe you should put at the very least a thin bra on, so you slip your Calvin Klein bra over your head. You sighed less risk of problematic cold nipples. You arrange your bed so you could watch the tv. You heard a knock at the door; you open it without checking as you assume it to be Harrison.

“Hey is H here yet?”

“And who might you be?”

“Oh, hi I’m Tom. I thought H would have told you by now.”

“Told me what?”

In walks a guilty looking Harrison with an apologetic look on his face.

“That Tom is gonna join us, cuz he’s billy no mates tonight, and he has a copy of Notting Hill.”

You silently thanked yourself that you choose cute pyjamas, and put your hair up in a cute ponytail instead of the usual lopsided lump that you call a “bun” because boy this Tom is cute.

“I guess that’s alright, but can't say there’s a bunch of room.”

You all sat down on your bed, silently adjusted yourselves and pressed play. You passed around spoons already, and you all dug into your pints. Hugh Grant flashed up on screen.

“Haz I don’t get how you don’t see that man as attractive.”

“What with his wrinkly smile and lopsided eyes?”

“I think the whole nation of great Britain begs to differ with you mate” retorted Tom. Tom winks at you, and you giggle. You bumped into him silently thanking him.

“You two have never met and now your the gang up on Haz tag team” Harry whined back.

“Pretty much,” you say through you giggle.

You all sit in silence for the next few minutes just enjoying the film. God, you love it, it seems so realistic as a love story, and it got some high-quality banter. You look over at Haz, and he has never looked more ensconced in a film, and you look over to Tom, and you see his lips moving. He’s reciting the lines; you inwardly thank Haz for bringing this insanely cute boy with him tonight. At that moment you thought you’d take your chance. You lean over and whisper in his ear if you could lean on his shoulder. He nods not taking his eyes off the screen.

As you knocked on the door, you wondered if the girl on the inside knew that Haz was attempting to set you two up tonight. You also hoped that the girl behind the door lived up to the endless chat you had heard about her and how “you’d be perfect for each other Tom” and “honestly she’s exactly your type”. The door open rather abruptly and you stepped in. You lost all contention of human decency and opened with “Hey is H here yet?. In your defence, you were caught off guard with how utterly right Haz was. This girl stood right in front of you was perfect. There was not a fault visible...well that you cared about anyways. Then Haz rushed in and diffused the awkwardness, but without the classic “this is the guy I've been telling you about”, so she doesn’t know this is a setup. H is always sly one; you chuckled to yourself. Next thing you know you're settled in to watch one of the greatest films of all time. You couldn’t believe the girl like the film as much as you did, but as you looked to your side, she was mouthing “oopsie-daisies”, and you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. Suddenly you feel warm air on your neck and the tickle of “how would you like to be my pillow?”. You nodded a quickly as possible and adjusted your position to make it more comfortable for the both of you. She initially rested her head on your shoulder, but after a quick raise of the arm prompt, she quickly changed to lie her head on your chest.

He’s ripped. How is this boy so perfect, you pondered to yourself why Haz hadn't introduced you to Tom sooner. Better late than never. The film couldn’t have lasted long enough, as the credits rolled, you reached for the remote and paused the movie. Tom turned to you with a pout on his face, then chuckled noticing. Haz was asleep.“Y/N we’ll have to do this again sometime, you’re a perfect headrest, maybe without snoring interruptions.”

“And you Tom are a good pillow; he can be worse aha.”

“How about four weddings and a funeral next week?”

“How about now?”

“Sounds perfect, the sooner the better, I suppose I should get this lump to bed, maybe get more snacks?”

“You get him to bed, ill get snacks and meet you here in ten?”

The door shut, and you smiled to yourself knowing you couldn’t wait to see which position the next film took you to.

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reblog if u are currently A Mess

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if anyone EVER asks why you like beyonce or they say they don’t understand the hype… just show them this 

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Winnie the Pooh quotes make me cry.

“I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart for so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.” 

“I used to believe in forever, but forever’s too good to be true” 

“I don’t feel very much like Pooh today,“ said Pooh. “There there,” said Piglet. “I’ll bring you tea and honey until you do.” 

“I wonder what Piglet is doing,” thought Pooh. “I wish I were there to be doing it, too.” 

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.” 

“We’ll be friends forever, won’t we, Pooh?” asked Piglet. “Even longer,” Pooh answered.

“If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together… there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart… I’ll always be with you.” 

“Forever isn’t long at all, Christopher, as long as I’m with you.” 

“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”

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