A Lot Of His Characters Definitely Would 💔💔

this is such a weird reference but:

i need josh to recreate this one clip of andrew garfield whimpering

when the hyperfixation is so bad I wrote an entire essay of theories after watching a 39 second clip

When I was younger I was obsessed with the hunger games.

Every time I re-read the books or re-binged the movies I always HATED gale and I never knew why.

(i want him to rail me !!)

could I maaaaaaybe request a clapton/male!reader fic where clapton and the reader are close friends and the reader has a fat crush on clapton and clapton realises he also likes him back and stuff

Teenage Dream

WC: 1k

Warnings: just fluff

A/N: Thank you so much for your ask! I had a lot of fun writing this <3

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Clapton was attractive. No one could deny it. You definitely couldn’t blame the girls in your grade for being infatuated with him. But, it hurt seeing him give them attention back.

Ever since you met him when you were younger, you knew you felt differently towards him. It just took until your high school years to realize exactly what you felt.

Every time he laughed, you wanted to scream and rip all your hair out. Every time he looked at you with those… Big, painfully beautiful brown puppy eyes you wanted nothing more but to drop on your knees and confess your undying love for him.

But you never could. I mean, you're his best friend. And you weren't really sure if he would even fee that way towards you.

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You’re sitting on the floor of his room, Clapton lying down on his stomach. His missing assignments are spread in piles around you, seemingly never-ending. He groans, throwing his head against the carpet. “Ugh… This is so dumb!” You laugh, your stomach filling with butterflies as you watch the muscles in his arms flex as he erases half of his work.

You quickly shake your head, looking back down at your work. “Hey, you’re the one who didn’t do them in the first place!” He lets out another dramatic groan, scribbling down curse words all over his paper. “Maybe they shouldn’t give me so much work! I’m a very busy man!” You roll your eyes, leaning over to erase the words he scrawled all across the page.

“Busy doing what? Picking up girls?” You chuckle, covering up your jealousy. He glances over to you, an almost guilty look on his face. You both stare at each other for a few moments, before he glances away. “Leave some for the rest of us…” You add quickly, trying to scrub the awkwardness away.

His pencil stops scraping against his paper, and the room falls to dead silence. He doesn’t look at you while he speaks, “Talking about… that.” He pauses, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. You look at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak. “Why… Why have you never had a girlfriend? I mean, you’re an attractive guy.”

Now your entire body is lit on fire. Attractive? He just said you’re attractive. You feel like you could run a marathon. You feel like you’re flying, soaring through the stars. You know your face is bright red, but luckily Clapton is too focused on the concerningly realistic penis he’s doodling on the corner of his math homework.

You shake your head, realizing you should probably give him an answer instead of sitting there like an idiot. “I don’t know… No one’s ever been interested.” He finally looks over at you, his face blank. “I’m sure there’s someone interested. I mean- I don’t know for sure- But... You know!” He stumbles out, his cheeks tinting a rosy pink shade.

You look over at him, smiling at his embarrassment. You’re not sure why he’s acting like this, but you don’t mind. You both sit in complete silence for a few minutes since you’re not too sure how to respond to that.

Out of nowhere, he quickly sits up, pushing himself off of his stomach. He scoots over to face you, looking into your eyes. “Okay… I’m sorry but… Can you be honest with me for a second…? Do you- Shit…” He speaks quickly, rambling and not making much sense. You raise your eyebrow at him, wondering why he’s stumbling over his words like a drunk college girl.

“Do… Oh my god.” He holds his head in his hands, and you can see him slightly trembling. “Spit it out..” You awkwardly laugh, rubbing his arm.

“Do you have feelings for me?”

Your whole world crumbles around you. What do you even say to that? Who told him? You never told a soul. Were you that obvious? He’s never going to talk to you again. Oh god, he hates you.

Millions of thoughts ping-pong back and forth through your head as you try to come up with any words that would help you get out of this situation.

“Fuck, you do.”

He stands up, backing away from you. He begins pacing back and forth, holding his head in his hands. You quickly stand up, unsure of what to do. You know this moment is the end of your friendship.

“Clapton- I’m sorry… Please… Please don’t hate me! I-“

“I do too!” He blurts out with no warning.

You freeze, your body going rigid. You’re absolutely dumbfounded. If your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest, and if you weren’t so sweaty, you would probably think you were living in a dream. You just stare at him, your jaw hanging open.

“What?”

“I like you…And… Recently I realized….You might too?” He stops pacing and starts fidgeting with his hands. He doesn’t look up at you, instead focusing on the hangnail he’s picking at.

You step closer to him, stopping a foot away. “I… I do.” He finally looks up, a relieved look washing over him. He sighs out and physically deflates. You step closer, and you reach out to take his hand in yours.

As you rub your thumb over his knuckles, you can feel him still shaking. “Are you.. okay?” He looks up and smiles, his face still flushed. “Yeah… This is just- Really new to me. I’ve never felt like this before…” You move his hand to cup your face, shuffling even closer.

“It’s okay. We... We can go slow.” You both stand there awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed. You’ve never imagined this would actually ever happen. You always assumed it was just some fantasy you had of your best friend. But it's real. He really has feelings for you.

Clapton finally swallows his nerves, slowly inching closer to you. His eyes flutter shut as he closes the gap between you. You lean into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulls you against him, the smell of his cologne consuming you.

The kiss is delicate and short-lived, but it’s everything you’ve ever imagined. He pulls back, his eyes glossed over and his hand still cupping your face.

Basically reading your mind Clapton clears his throat and speaks up, “That was better than anything I could’ve imagined.”

You giggle, and rest your foreheads against each other. Goofy smiles find their way to both of your faces. You both know it might be difficult, but you don’t care. As long as you both have each other, everything will be perfect.

PLEASE. OH MY LORD 🙏🙏🙏🙏

please i need you and wolf so bad 🙏🙏

Listen, I’d uh, be down for a threesome or two…🤗If that’s what you’re suggesting

# peeta mellark, the best boy ever

It’s basically a requirement to read the rest atp.

Its 1am.

I started reading the first hunger games book today.

I also finished reading the first hunger games book today.

No, I'm not okay, thanks for asking.

as a girl with hip dips this is a win

(i totally didn’t write this)

Opinions on girls with hip dips?

Love em’. Perfect place to put my hands.

Oh no grandpas back

Greetings.

I've been terribly bored of late and strangely find myself missing the abnormalities of tumblr. How is everyone?

Have you all grown fonder of me in my absence? Or simply forgotten about me?

Here's a little reminder of what you're all missing out on. Maybe sit down before looking so you don't faint.

i’d let mike put his cream on my face

My debt is officially payed off.

That means I got this fuckin’ giant ass burn for no reason.