#tom hiddles thirst

[holdmytesseract]

Thought I would share with some Tom Hiddleston for the sake of it being Tom Hiddleston. I love this gif so much

Eeeep! Thank you! 😍 Love me some Tommy in the early morning hours (any every other time of the day, really)! 😁😍

I have to say, I like that gif very much, too... This... tongue flick is definitely doing things to me, ngl... 👀

Have one of my favourite gifs as well... ☺️

I just... ahhhh! *gets lost in his eyes*

#lovely asks #lovely mutual <3 #tom hiddles thirst #hiddlestoners #tommy my beloved

[zylice]

Not a bad view to fall asleep to! 😉

#loki #tom hiddleston #loki tom hiddleston #tom Hiddleston Loki #shirtless Loki #hiddleston shirtless #shirtless tom hiddleston #sexy Loki #Loki thirst #Loki hot #sexy hiddles #tom Hiddleston got #sexy tom hiddleston #Loki series #Loki show #Loki season 1 #Loki s1 #loki season one #it always does something to me 🔥 #tom Hiddleston thirst #Loki laufeyson

[muddyorbsblr]

Greetings, bestie!

I am, once again, sliding into your askbox, to tell you: I thank you for expiring me - again with your soccer!Tom posts today, on this fine Tuesday afternoon. 🫡

Now, if you would excuse me...

ohh hello there bestie!

honestly all the Soccer Aid Hiddles content thoroughly deceased me and then he stepped out with that tucked in button down looking like he's fast approaching the Pine physique once again and i'm just a whole ass mess 😮‍💨🫠

sending in a wee lil sneak peek of 'a sizing mishap' because bestie i gotta tell you i'm giving myself a heart attack writing this thirst piece 🥵

#lovely mutuals #soccer aid hiddles asks #muddyorbsblr answers #we goin' down in thirst tonight

[marygoddessofmischief]

His existence is the epitome of a thirst trap. 🙃🖤🤤

#hiddlestoners #tom hiddleston #hiddleverse #tom william hiddleston #hiddles #thomas william hiddleston #twhiddleston #intheendyouwillalwayskneel #thirst trap

[boop-le-snoot]

found these on pinterest. cute hiddles for the weekly dash cleanse. loki, but with midgardian seasoning ig?

#hiddles #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston thirst #loki #he's so dreamy

[vyinter]

i think what really irks me on that old dev patel post is that......what he said that’s just what every boy thinks of himself as..... i’ve heard most of my brothers say it verbatim at some point in my life. So making fun of him because people are now saying he's hot? thats just....Why do u have to do that

theres this one ideal BollywoodTM beauty for men like beard razer sharp groomed fair skin no hyperpigmentation hair straightened/styled high cheekbones straight nose...... basically any kind of stuff thats not there in 95% of the population (and it is...a Big population)

like it makes me SO angry to see people support desexualising of brown men. if you’re doing it unknowingly or jokingly, LEARN about why its wrong.

i know in my heart most ppl on that post who went haha dev patel looks like the kind of guy who’d call you misogynistic things in math class will straight up look at a south ind actor and call him ugly and misogynistic i just know

#it makes me puke that you'd thirst after white men like tom hiddle or benedict c or chris evans and not extend the same for your own #or even hype up known misogynists like ranbir kapoor or ranveer singh but turn around and call dev patel fuckboy-looking

[mostly-marvel-musings]

One year anniversary Slutty Sleepover!

Sooooo! Here we are. Celebrating one year of mostly Marvel madness. Also, we’re almost touching 2k?? Insane.

I cannot believe how much this blog has grown over a span of just twelve bloody months, and it’s all thanks to you, my loveliest friends and supporters! I’m so glad I woke up this time last year and decided to publish my first ever draft of fanfiction.

I also published my first ever reader insert fic on the day of my birthday (a self-indulgent birthday fic, yep). Anyway, that’s another little thing I’m combining with this celebration.

I’m turning 27 on July 2nd! Another lockdown birthday, so it sucks, plus I’m away from home. I’ll be shamelessly needy and whiny so please bear with me; I was excited for my birthday before but now it’s just blah.

But all the moping aside, I’ve decided to have a week-long sleepover

Starting 28th of June till 11th of July.

You can send in your questions, asks and/or requests now and all throughout the week, I’ll answer them as we go along!

Here’s all that we’re gonna do –

Mini drabbles!

Send in dialogues, scenarios or requests using prompts given below for some mini-drabbles and ficlets -

Grumpy affectionate starters

Soft things

Hugs

Smutty prompts

Characters – Loki, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Tom Hiddleston, Chris Hemsworth, Tony Stark & Thor Odinson.

PS: Please make sure to mention the prompt because there are so many!

Personal questions?

Ask me stuff about this blog, writing process or about me. Let’s chat!

Let’s discuss favourite characters, AUs and tropes

Overrated, underrated, not rated enough tropes? Meet ugly? Friends or enemies? Come at me!

Would you rather questions

Any two options or situations to choose between. You know I love these!

Kill Marry Hook-up

Send in three characters or actors and we shall objectify them, because why not.

Thirsty thoughts

It’s hoe hours almost always so, your kinks, fantasies and shameless thirst everything is welcome here. Threesome ideas, fetishes? Let’s talk about Thor being a generous lover, or Tony having a choking kink?

Tagging my sexy friends who I hope will participate and/or help spread the word: @innerpaperexpertcloud @thorfanficwriter @darklydeliciousdesires @longlostinanotherworld @miss-smutty @delightfulheartdream @boop-le-snoot @anthonyjanthony666 @downeyreads @raspberrymama @godofplumsandthunder @agustdowney @swaggysposts @littlegasps @suchababie @another-stark-sub @supraveng @tom-hlover @just-the-hiddles @chickensarentcheap @skyfullofsong123 @letsby @lancsnerd @babyboibucky @bikinijuice @mickey-henry @blackberrybucky @gaitwae @a-little-counter-esperanto @themischievousfae

Just a big THANK YOU to everybody who finds this blog is worth following. I’m so grateful.

#mmm slutty sleepover #slutty sleepover #blog anniversary #requests are open #fluff drabble #marvel fanfiction #mmm sleepover #drabble requests #come ask me things #ask away #ask me stuff #about this blog #mmm hoe hours #thirsty thots #lets chat #mostly marvel musings #mmm queues

[holdmytesseract]

Could you please do tom x reader where they are friends to lovers? Maybe the pretend boyfriend that turns real? Smutty and fluffy?

Hide & Seek

Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Summary: Tom asks you to accompany him to Ben's birthday party. On the way there, you get stuck in traffic. A misunderstanding reveals long harboured feelings and things come how they had to come...

Warnings: mutual pining, thirst, fluff, jelousy? a misunderstanding, smuttish/suggestive stuff

Word Count: 3,1k

a/n: You guys wanted it and I am a woman of my words, so... Here it is! 🫡

I hope you like what I wrote for you @huntress-artemiss . 🥰 And I hope that everybody else enjoys it of course, too!

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Masterlist °☆• Hiddles Masterlist

You heard the familiar 'ding' sound of your phone; announcing the arrival of a new message. With a hairpin pinned between your teeth and one hand in your hair, you quickly scooted over to your little make-up table, on which you had left your phone. Tapping on the screen, you immediately saw the message popping up.

'I'm here, darling. Are you ready? x'

You smiled, fixated your hair and quickly unlocked your phone; texting back.

'Almost. :) Gimme five mins, Tommy. x'

Not wasting any time, you applied some decent make-up, gave yourself a once over in the full-length mirror, grabbed the things you'd need and made your way towards the main door of your small, cosy house.

You had promised Tom - your best friend since you were teenagers, to accompany him to the birthday party of Ben. He didn't want to go alone - and you couldn't say no, of course. You never could say no when it came to Tom. Never. You'd anything for him. He was one of the most important people in your life. He was your sunshine on a rainy day. Your lighthouse in the raging storms. A safe haven to which you could always return.

A lot of people told you that this friendship wasn't going to last. After all, Tom was an actor. A famous actor. And you were just... you. But you proved them all wrong. The friendship lasted; survived every sharp turn, bump and crash on the way. A deep bond was formed; stronger than everything you ever experienced - and yet you were just best friends. Sure there had been opportunities to take this friendship to another level and turn it into something more, but neither of you took the opportunity.

You couldn't deny, though, that you had developed strong feelings for the handsome Brit over the years. Romantic feelings. How could somebody not fall for a man like Tom? He was a charming, kind, funny, talented, handsome gentleman with a heart of pure gold. You didn't dare to confess your feelings, because you didn't want to lose your best friend. Better have him as a best friend in your life than not at all, right?

So, the years flew by. Boyfriends came and boyfriends went. Just like with Tom. It was a heart wrenching pain whenever you met Tom's new girlfriend - and you hated it, but what were you supposed to do? All you wanted for him was happiness; but neither of you seemed to find happiness - at least when it came down to romantic relationships...

Another 'ding' of your mobile ripped you out of your thoughts. Shaking your head softly and trying to focus again; you opened the door and stepped out - only to almost stumble back inside.

A soft, cool breeze brushed past you; swirling your beige dress around your knees. The smell of rain hit your nose and some dark clouds hung in the sky; shielded the sun from shining down on you.

That wasn't what took your breath away, though. It was Tom, who stood not far away from you. Just a few meters; legs crossed, leaning casually against his black Jaguar with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his suit trousers.

Speaking of trousers... He was wearing a dark blue suit. Black dress shoes shone against the wet pavement; suit trousers hugging his long legs and hips snugly - held together by a black leather belt. The matching dark blue shirt wasn't any less tight; tailored perfectly for his lean yet strong upper body and forcing the small buttons to hold on for dear life. A tie and suit jacket in the exact same colour completed his look.

You swallowed a thick lump; had a hard time to control yourself and the rapidly beating heart within your chest. Luckily, Tom wasn't looking your way and didn't notice your distress. His gaze was directed to the street as he watched the cars drive by. The position showed off his ridiculously beautiful face; sharp jawline, high cheekbones - peppered with soft and fuzzy looking facial hair of his three-day beard. Tom's wild, blonde-brown curls had gotten so long; a hairsbreadth away from touching his broad shoulders. He looked like a prince, straight out of a fairytale book; combined with the perfect image of a photo shoot.

You bit your lip painfully hard; trying desperately to suppress the moan which threatened to slip past your lips.

It was insanely hot - and Tom didn't even notice the impact this had on you.

"Hey, Tommy," you finally greeted him; attracting his attention. Sure, you could've stared longer and admire the fine man he was, but you didn't want him to accidentally look and notice...

His head whipped around towards you; baby blues meeting your Y/E/C ones. "Hello, darling." A smile spread across his face, as he made his way over to you; giving you a hug. The hugs he gave his other friends didn't last quite as long as the hugs he gave you... You just didn't notice.

"Are you ready?" You nodded; smiling. "I was born ready. You should know that by now." You loved to tease him from time to time. Tom just chuckled; shaking his head. "I won't start now to recount the times you weren't ready. Let's go." You just giggled and followed your best friend to the car.

Being the gentleman the Brit was, he held the door open for you to sit inside his Jaguar. Once you were both seated, Tom started the engine and drove off towards the party.

Unfortunately, was the traffic on this fine Friday evening very bad; causing the both of you to get stuck. Like... Really stuck. Everything stood still. The little highway you were driving on was closed.

"Ugh, great... Now we'll be surely late to the party..." Tom gave you an apologetic look. "Apologies, Y/N/N... I should've taken the other route when I had the chance. Now it's too late... Can you text Ben?" He asked you, handing you his phone; gaze fixated on the cars in front of him. You shook your head, "No need to apologise, Tommy. You couldn't know. But yeah, I'm gonna text him." and unlocked Tom's phone as if it was your own. Not that you knew each other's password by heart... "Thank you, darling."

You tapped on WhatsApp, searched Ben's contact and entered the chat. Of course you tried hard to not read the last messages he received and sent to give your best friend some privacy, but when your eyes caught a glimpse of a text just above the text box you were writing your text in, you couldn't help but to look. You knew it was wrong, but before you were able to stop yourself, it was already too late and your gaze wandered...

Ben: So... You're gonna take her finally home then, right??

Tom: What, I- Ben stop that. I... I can't just do that. I don't think she'd want that... Me...

Ben: Friend... Are you kidding me? It's obvious she wants you.

Tom: You, uh, think so?

Ben: Know so. Shoot your shot, man, before it's too late...

You didn't have to read more. Swallowing hard, you stared at the messages for a moment. You knew exactly who Tom and Ben were obviously talking about... Chloe. A woman Tom had met on set a few months back. She was - well, is one of the costume designers and therefore saw Tom quite often. Someday, they started to talk during a break and well... According to Tom the sparks had been flying. He had told his best friend everything, of course - while you wished he hadn't. You tried to be happy for him - like you always did when he met a new woman, but... As much as you tried, your head never could win the battle against your heart. It was an undefeatable opponent. A invulnerable fortress.

You never met Chloe - and yet you despised her wholeheartedly. It wasn't fair, of course, but love had turned you into a monster.

"Y/N? Hey, Y/N/N."

You flinched and snapped out of your thoughts as Tom's soft velvet voice urged to your ears. "Is everything alright?" You blinked, nodded, "Yeah, sure. Sorry, I, uh, just drifted off." and sent the text. Giving him a fake smile, you exited the app and handed him his phone back. "Are you sure?" "Yep. Everything's good, Tommy."

You hated to lie to him, but you couldn't just tell him the truth now, could you?

'Hey, Tommy, I'm sorry but I spied on your texts and saw that one message, saying that you are going to obviously shag that bitch Chloe and now I'm kinda jealous, because it should be me instead!'

Nope, certainly not. But you also couldn't shake that thought of. It occupied you. A lot. Your brain thought about it non-stop; causing your heart to crack and shatter even more with every passing minute. You could not stand the thought of another woman in Tom's life. In his home. His bed. His heart.

You tried your best to put on a brave face, but your best friend wasn't blind. Neither stupid. He knew you better than you probably knew yourself...

At first the Brit didn't say anything. Given the fact that you clearly told and signalled him that you didn't wish to talk. But at some point, an undeniable, unpleasant tension started to built up between you both. Almost like an imaginary wall... It felt like every untold word, every unspoken feeling had pent up over the last weeks, months - years and were now about to culminate in the middle of an upcoming rain storm. Right here, right now; while being stuck in traffic.

Tom just couldn't take it any longer. He needed to know what had turned everything upside down all of a sudden. Why everything felt so wrong at this very moment.

"Y/N?" He asked you carefully once again. "I know you said everything is okay - and I feel that you clearly don't wish to speak to me, but-" "No, really, Tom. It's all good," you interrupted him once more; giving him another fake smile - and you could tell at the look of his face, that he had seen immediately through that fake smile. But before he was able to say something, you intervened; only digging the gaping hole in your heart deeper.

"Did you go on a date with Chloe?"

Tom frowned; was clearly confused of the sudden change of topic. "Y-Yes, but-" "Great. How did it go?" "Um, great, I-I guess, but why are you-" "Good. That's good. I'm happy for you Tom." You swallowed hard; feeling your heart scream in pain - but no matter how hard it hurt you, you just had to know what happened between them. You wanted to spare yourself the double gut punch. Might as well feel all the pain at once.

"But, Y/N... Why-" You chose not to leave him any space to question you and just get over with it. "Did you kiss her?" "W-What?" "Touch her?" "T-Touch her? Why would I-" "Sleep with her?" "I-" "Was she at least good in bed?" You kept on bombarding your best friend with questions. "Y/N-" "Was she, huh?" "Y/N, I-" "Did she made you cu-"

"Y/N!"

Tom suddenly exploded; screamed out your name and slamming his hands on the steering wheel of the Jag. He clearly had heard enough; couldn't listen to this any longer.

You went silent; didn't even dare to breathe for a second.

"I didn't sleep with her! I didn't touch her! Goddammit, I didn't even kiss her! Nothing happened between us! Nothing!" The Brit took a deep breath; trying to calm himself down again. You just stared at him; mouth closed shut.

"Yes, we met. Yes, it was great. But I wouldn't even call it a date. We talked and drank a glass of wine. Nothing more." You swallowed hard. "B-But, I-I thought you and Chloe were-" "A thing? No. We're not, Y/N." You blinked; were quite stunned at the sudden turnout of this situation - and once more was your mouth quicker to speak than your brain was able to think and so it came how it had to come...

"About who did you and Ben talk about then in your chat, if not Chloe?"

It slipped past your lips - and you immediately regretted it; afraid of Tom's reaction.

Tom's eyes widened to the size of plates; hands twitching to grip the steering wheel tight, while his cheeks turned beet red. The Brit had not thought about this conversation he had with his his friend - and now you knew.

"Shit, Tom, I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to spy on your chats, I-I just saw it a-and was wondering about who-"

"You."

You blinked once more. "W-What?"

Tom turned to face you again; oceanic blue eyes meeting your Y/E/C ones.

Now or never, Tom thought.

"You, Y/N. We were talking about you."

You could've sworn that your heart skipped more than just one beat at his words. "M-Me?" You squeaked out; pointing at yourself. "Me?" "Yes. You. And the party today." Your eyes widened; jaw slacking in disbelief. "Y-You wanted to... Me?" Tom nodded; smiling nervously. "I always just wanted you, darling. No other woman on this earth is able to compare to you. My heart fell for you a long time ago. It belongs to you. Always has. Always will. I was just too afraid to tell-" Before he was able to finish his sentence, you had pulled him closer by the lapels of his stupidly sexy suit jacket and literally slammed your lips on his.

Tom was definitely shocked and overwhelmed at first, but he immediately relaxed; sighed in the kiss and pulled you as close as somehow possible with the car interior being quite a bit in the way.

All suppressed feelings and emotions finally broke free and melted into that very kiss. It felt like getting hit by an 18-wheeler truck and floating through heaven at the same time. It was a beautiful, chaotic mess, which the both of you enjoyed every second of - and tempted you to indulge into kiss after kiss after kiss.

You felt how your heartbeat quickened at the feeling of love and desire for the man beside you, as they were finally able to flood your body; veins pulsating with a dangerous mixture of endorphins and oxytocin - and Tom's musky smell, combined with the fruity blood orange and leather touch of his perfume didn't help at all. It made everything worse, without a doubt. Resisting Tom had been always difficult - but now that the chains were broken, it was impossible. And why should you stop yourself? There was no holding back anymore. The cards laid on the table.

You pushed Tom back into the driver seat; catching him by surprise. Your hand started to play with his tie; quickly undoing it. Tom's eyes watched your fingers tracing the buttons of his shirt; steadily wandering lower as he was swallowing hard. "Darling, w-what... what are you- Woah!" Tom had clearly anticipated that your hand would land at a place where he had often imagined it to be late at night, when he was all alone at home. But it didn't. You gave his belt a soft tug, but then moved your hand over his thigh and down to where the lever was, which allowed his seat to slide back; bringing even more space between him and the steering wheel.

Another thing the Brit hadn't seen coming - just like the next move you made.

Within the blink of an eye, you had slipped out of your high heels and elegantly swung yourself over; sitting on your former best friend's lap. It caused your dress to ride up your thighs - and Tom's eyes to widen. He literally froze in place; realising in which position you just brought yourself and him. You placed your hands on his shoulders, tugging at his suit jacket; trying to get him to shrug it off - what he did. "Y/N, w-what are you doing?" Tom knew of course very well what you were doing, but he needed to hear it. "What does it look like? I'm, uh, saving the car and riding you instead."

Tom's eyes almost popped out of his head at your bold words. Nevertheless, he couldn't deny that it stirred something deep inside him. And his dress pants.

"Darling, I-I don't know if we should do this here, I-" You raised a playful eyebrow at him.

"Oh, Tommy please... Don't be so shy now. You can't tell me that you never imagined doing this..." You leaned in closer; whispering into his ear: "Me. On top of you." The Brit couldn't help the moan which slipped past his lips. "I-I did, I-," he panted out; feeling one of your hands opening his belt; metal clinking. "See? Besides, the windows are tinted. Nobody's going to see this. Plus, we are stuck anyway, so... What are you waiting for?" You asked in a hushed voice; tracing your lips down his pulse point. "Touch me."

Another breathy moan escaped Tom's lips; big hands flying up to grab your bare thighs and working on slipping your dress even higher up your hips. His warm, slightly sweaty palms sent a shiver down your spine; nerve ends sizzling with desire.

"I-I've wanted this for so long, now, darling." Tom whispered; pressing his forehead against yours. "And now that I can finally have it - you... It's so surreal and- Oh fuck..." Tom's hands started to tremble; eyebrows slanting and mouth forming into a perfect 'o' as you lowered yourself on him. Only your lips messily entangling themselves with his seemed to bring him out of his haze.

"I love you, Tommy. I love you. I always have," you whimpered; body jolting with love and pleasure. His soft beard scratched the skin of your cheek, as he buried his head in the crook of your neck; lips marking you as his.

"I love you, too, darling. With all my heart. I'm yours." He lifted his head once more; glassy blue eyes gazing deeply into your soul. "Now let me love you. Let me make love to you." You smiled deliriously and raked your fingers through his long, blonde-brown curls. "I beg you to, Tommy."

And when he started to move, the world around you faded. All you could think and feel was Tom.

#tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston au #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston x reader smut #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x y/n #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston fic

[chocnat]

Rewatched The Night Manager with the family. Managed to watch episodes 1 and 2. Safe to say my parents are hooked. Also:

I was about to destroy an aluminum hanger because I kept banging it on the couch whenever Pine makes a bad decision. Though I have controlled the Hiddles thirst.

Pa likes it because he said it was like The Bourne Legacy.

Ma is hooked but also amazed on Pine getting hookups on every alias he has so far. "Well, he's good-looking and charming. But Tom Hiddleston looks so awkward aacting like a bad guy!" She meant Linden.

Still my fave series.

#tom hiddleston #the night manager fan #the night manager #hugh laurie #tom hollander #elizabeth debicki #olivia coleman #jean le carre

[coppercorn-and-cauldron]

Because I'm a mean arsehole of a fan girl sometimes....

Here, have some Tom Hiddleston murder chub (from The Night Manager):

#tom hiddleston #hiddles #hiddleston #thomas william hiddleston #dammit hiddleston #the night manager #hiddles thirst #tom hiddleston thirst #hiddlesconda #murder chub

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

not giving another older dilf to thirst on, but just imagine, like when guys like Chris Evans, Tom Hiddleston, Henry Cavill and the many more people we all thirst over start to have the salt and pepper hair and start rocking the new look. It's game over for us all. I swear to God.

It's true but to be h9nest but not in a mean way, I think hiddles will probably commit to just shaving everything bc he's obv balding but I think he'll rock it. I have imagined Cevans but then the thought of Cavill is frightening.... in a horny way

[sohoharlem]

Tom Hiddleston on holiday in ibiza photographed by backgrid with his gf in the sea .. i bet nobody is going to make a big deal and his fans are happy since they are not like seb’s fans / Yeah, and nothing about pandemic travelling, the Delta variant, digging to find out if they quarantined or "loopholed", since they come from UK, a red zone. That's because they are not really thirsting after Hiddles to feel jealousy, at least not as they used to thirst until a few years ago. It's indifference.

Anon to anon

- SH

#tom hiddleston

[bisluthq]

It's the same way most heterosexual adult women don't consider Taylor the way people here do. Tom was able to make you fond of the antagonist and he seems like a nice person in interviews.

Ya I mean I get it again Cumberbitches are a thing and I understand Hiddles thirst 100 times over before I get ~that

#nat talks hiddles

[boop-le-snoot]

happy hiddles to cleanse your dash

#tom hiddleston thirst #tom hiddleston #hiddles #loki

[just-the-hiddles]

You’re like the best hiddles fic account out there. Got any others you recommend?

Aw, Nonny thank you so much!  That is very sweet of you.  It depends of what kind of content you are looking for.

For pics, gifs and interviews:  I would recommend @thehumming6ird @lolawashere or @jennphoenix

For fun and thirst posts:  @lowhostrikesback @izhunny @dianamolloy @sabine-leo @alexakeyloveloki 

For stories and fics:@hopelessromanticspoonie @myoxisbroken @shiningloki @frostbitten-written @is-it-madness @winterisakillerwrites @winterisakiller @redfoxwritesstuff @nildespirandum @jewels2876 @the-th-horniest-book-club (which is a great resource for some fun things with Tom).  @tinchentitri @caffiend-queen @vodka-and-some-sass @villainousshakespeare 

I know there is a lot more I am missing.  Just about everyone I reblog from for Hiddles stuff is drama free and good peeps. 

[insanityclause]

We few, we happy few who have somehow been granted this ridiculous power by our editors, have a most pressing question to examine: Which internet boyfriend, in all their regal glory, makes a hotter King Henry V of England?

Is it Timothée Chalamet’s boyish, bowl-cut king? Or Tom Hiddleston’s goatee-sporting, speech-spouting monarch?

There have been plenty of King Henrys (Hal, to his friends) before them — and there will undoubtedly be many after. But men like Kenneth Branagh and Laurence Olivier have never inspired the level of internet hysteria our beloved Timmy and Hiddles have — mostly by virtue of the fact that the height of their stardom came in a pre-Tumblr and Twitter age.  So, which Hal will it be?

Hiddleston has the benefit of running time – he portrayed Henry across BBC productions of Henry IV, Parts One and Two and Henry V back in 2012. Chalamet offers up his version of Hal in the nearly two-and-a-half-hour Netflix film The King, which debuted Nov. 1 on Netflix.

The King is not a Shakespeare adaptation, while Hiddleston’s turns as Henry are – but the Chalamet vehicle owes a heavy debt to the works of the Bard in both story structure and its central relationship between Hal and John Falstaff (an invention of Shakespeare’s based on a real historical figure, Sir John Oldcastle). But setting aside the stark differences in linguistic approach to storytelling, these two skinny snacks offer up distinctly different interpretations of the iconic English monarch — one sullen and introspective, the other more brash and showy.

The real Henry V was 27 when he ascended the English throne – Chalamet is now 23, while Hiddleston took on the part in his early thirties, so they split the difference on age proximity. The real Henry was, well, decidedly not hot. Unless you’re into bowl cuts and pencil-thin eyebrows. See: Exhibit A, below.                                                                                                                                                   This haircut is perhaps Chalamet’s downfall. The King strives for more historical accuracy than William Shakespeare (shocking, I know). About 40 minutes into the movie, they cut off all of his beautiful, overly mussed hair and leave him with a bowl cut. Such a hirsute crime has not been committed onscreen since Chris Evans shaved off his beard in Avengers: Endgame. Chalamet, admittedly, rocks it as best he can — and it suits his boyish face better than most, but it’s still not a good look. Plus, it’s particularly despair-inducing to watch him go from little grunge prince to Friar Tuck in the space of seconds.

In contrast, Hiddleston models his natural nearly ginger locks — and, post-coronation, grows a goatee to boot. If you like your monarchs a little more disheveled, their curly hair flying free on the field of Agincourt, accompanied by well-groomed facial hair, Hiddleston wins. No question. Sure, they’re both king — but does their hair look like you can run your fingers through it with the unbridled glee of a romance heroine? Being royal is great and all, but if your coat of hair can’t match your coat of arms, what is even the point?

Hal, after all, is meant to be a romantic hero by the story’s end, wooing his new French bride, Catherine of Valois — and if you were meeting your new husband with whom you did not share a common language, presumably a luscious head of flowing locks would be a great starting point. Meanwhile, a bowl cut is just gonna leave you questioning his taste and if he might be under the undue influence of his hairdresser.

Costumes further this point and grant Hiddleston another point in his favor. One word: leather.

Hiddleston sports a lot of it — from some body-hugging breeches to an assortment of doublets with v-necks deep enough to leave room for someone to draw a map of England on his chest. Chalamet wears darker colors throughout, and enough velvet to outfit several years’ worth of Christmas card looks. He drowns in his clothes, the weight of his kingly duties enhanced through over-sized looks that make him look overwhelmed.

Both Henrys are most appealing in their churlish, bad boy days, their collars hanging open as they carouse with women and drink at the tavern. Anyone who ever had a soft spot for our contemporary Prince Harry understands the appeal of a devilishly roguish prince who just can’t seem to keep himself out of trouble. Chalamet makes the most of his brief moments of bedroom eyes (and hair) before becoming more buttoned-up (literally). Their battle garb, chain-mail overlaid with plates of armor, is remarkably similar, but while Chalamet wears his reluctantly, the weight of war visible in his carriage, Hiddleston sports it like a fairy-tale prince, ready to slay a dragon.

The King grants us a portrait of a reluctant monarch, a young man who suddenly finds a nation’s fate resting on his shoulders. In many ways, Hal’s journey through Shakespeare’s Henriad is a similar tale, a coming-of-age story about a boy become king. But Shakespeare was celebrating (and in some ways creating) a national icon — as a result, while the Bard’s Henry leaves space for guilt, indecision, and more, he’s ultimately a figure of patriotic heroism. Just listen to the St. Crispin’s day speech and try to not feel like getting off your couch and taking a spear to the French.

It’s this that makes Hiddleston’s Hal the bigger thirst trap. Chalamet has a particular gift for playing emotionally wounded young men, but he wraps that behind a sullen stoicism in The King. Even when he’s supposedly having fun, he feels more like he’s drinking himself into a haze of wine and women than actively taking pleasure in any moment of his life. And even that hurt is kept behind a wall. The camera lingers lovingly on his brooding face, but he never lets us in enough to aspire any deeply felt empathy. The internet’s favorite sad boy is somehow inexplicably just too damn sad.

In contrast, Hiddleston delivers a boisterous, joyous performance. It’s one that knows when to ruminate in quieter moments (he gives great pretty sad face too, let’s be honest), but one that also relishes the flourishes of Shakespeare’s language. His Hal lets you in on everything he’s feeling — whether it’s the breathless enthusiasm and sense of honor as he rallies his troops, his face smeared with blood and sweat; or the ungodly amounts of charm, oozing out of every pore as he romances his new fiancée. Even in more solemn moments of contemplation, when he’s mourning his father and feeling the literal weight of his crown, we’re privy to all of his grief and apprehension as it flickers across his face.

In a sense, The King tries to make Henry V more human, casting a sense of existential dread across the age-old themes of war and peace, fathers and sons. Shakespeare’s history plays are notably larger-than-life, a task that Hiddleston rises up to and even exceeds. He takes the outsized, flowery language and extraordinary circumstances and humanizes the proceedings. While Chalamet’s Henry keeps his hurt bottled up, occasionally spilling out of his endlessly expressive eyes, Hiddleston’s Hal is a living, breathing man who seems to take exceeding care with his feelings and all those who surround him.

We stan a king in touch with his feelings and capable of expressing them in poetical language, one who can rock some leather and facial hair while he’s at it. The battle between Chalamet and Hiddleston’s Henry is ultimately as much of a rout as the Battle of Agincourt — and we know which one we’d follow once more unto the breach, dear friends.