Hey everyone! It's been a few inactive weeks because we haven't really gotten any news about the movie and I tried to come up with fun ideas and so I teamed up with the great @chaoswalkings to do a Chaos Walking Playlist 🙌 we don't know yet if there's going to be an official one for the movie so why not make our own?
We are searching for songs that fit to the trilogy and for that we need your help!
Comments songs on this and at @chaoswalkings post that you think would be great for the playlist, that fit one of the books, a specific character or the whole trilogy in general🤗
You'll have one week time to do this and then @chaoswalkings and me will listen to the songs and post the playlist on Spotify.
We both hope this strengthens our fandom and the feeling of unity ❤
So go go go Chaos walking fandom!!
I've already reached over 100 posts!!! So in celebration I thought I'd let you guys get to know me a little better! - I am 4'10 (and a half, that half is IMPORTANT) - I am studying psychology and religious studies - 100% Canadian and PROUD AF 🍁 - come from a really big family - chicken strips are my ultimate fav snack
“One more trip,” Tom said, dumping another armful of goodies onto the floor. You were surrounded by bags and boxes of all shapes and sizes. You might have overdid it a bit, but you both kind of got swept up in playing house routine. Like, Tom insisted on buying another kettle.
“I have a kettle,” you said.
“Yeah, but it’s not OUR kettle,” he explained.
Now you had two kettles and an array of other household items piling up at your feet.
Tom kicked the door open and dropped the last load off and stood there, hands on hips, taking it all in.
“Where are we going to put all of this?” he laughed, running a hand through his hair.
“I think we both have a shopping problem, which is not good because neither of us is going to reel the other in,” you shook your head, chuckling.
Your eye caught something in one of the bags.
“Thomas...” you bent over pulling it out - a set of golf tea towels. You raised an eyebrow at him, scoldingly.
He shrugged and flashed a gorgeous smile that he knew (and so did you) would let him get away with anything he damn well pleased.
“Fine, you can have your stupid golf towels,” You stuck your tongue out at him. He did the same back at you.
Just then, your phone chimed with a text.
Harrison: Everything is set for Tom’s party this weekend. How are you going to play it?
You looked over at Tom. He was cross-legged on the floor, opening a box of kitchen knives. You slid behind the counter and discreetly texted back.
You: I was thinking of telling him we need to get a bottle of wine to bring to the “family dinner” and then taking him to the restaurant to purchase said wine. It’s an Italian joint right? I think that’ll work.
Harrison: That’s brilliant! Text me when you’re 5 minutes away and I’ll get everybody situated.
You: Sounds good. See you Saturday 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻
Harrison: 🙄 “Whoaaaa,” Tom said with wonder, holding up a giant cleaver. You quickly put your phone in your pocket and walked over to see.
“Now THAT’S a knife,” he said in an Australian accent.
“Aww, look at you making an 80’s movie reference. I’m so proud,”you placed both of your hands over you heart. Then your phone started buzzing with a call.
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Happy holidays guys! Sorry about the inactivity, again, but school has honestly been horrid. Enjoy Tom. That sounds wrong.