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muddyorbsblr · 5 months

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everybody's watching him…but he's looking at you

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Placement: morning after 'after hours visits'

Summary: Old scars start hurting once again in the wake of your brazen and disrespectful visitor from the night before, and Tom's there to comfort you…on and off the field

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, exit stage left); unprotected p in v sex; morning sex; insecure Reader in the first scene; language; sleazy pervy teammates [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: established relationship

Dick-tionary: smut starts at "He moved his large hand" and ends at "nothing but a distant memory"

You and Tom were once again woken up by the blaring of your alarm filling the room, your boyfriend adorably groaning before tightening his arm around you in a near perfect repeat performance of yesterday morning.

"Do you have to be at the briefing room early again today?" he grumbled, his fingertips tracing up and down along your spine. "Draw names again?"

"No…" you sighed, your tone immediately making him tense up.

"Sweetheart?" He tilted your head to look up at him, his sleepy eyes gradually becoming more alert as he met your gaze. He moved your hair away from your face, tucking the stubborn front strands behind your ear. "What's wrong? You look like you haven't slept."

"I couldn't," you blurted out, wincing the second the words came out of your mouth.

"What's wrong?"

There was a lump at your throat so large you could barely choke out the words. You already felt like shit making him worry about you like this, you didn't want to make it worse.

"Please talk to me, my love," he whispered, tracing this thumb along your lower lip before bringing you closer to press a kiss to your forehead. "I won't much help if I'm flying blind. Something's eating at you and--"

"Why aren't you tired of me yet?" The words just flew out of your mouth, your voice tiny and if you were being completely honest with yourself…you were embarrassed that you'd even allowed the question to take over your thoughts to the point of sleeplessness. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have--"

Before you could say anything else, he tightened his arm around you and sat up, positioning you so that you were sitting on his thighs.

"I should have seen it," he whispered, concern filling his eyes as he traced the lines of your face. "That woman's words from last night, they got to you. Affected you in a way neither of us thought of preparing for."

"Sweetie, this isn't on you." You did your best to just wave off the conversation, placing your hands on his shoulders and trying to work at the now tense muscles. "I know we've been through this before, we don't have to do it again, I shouldn't have said any--"

"Stop." He wrapped his hands around your wrists, stopping you from what you were doing. "It doesn't matter if we've had this conversation before, if we have to, then we'll have it again. As many times as you need." He gave a quick tug and your chests were pressed together, his arms snaking around your back and offering you no escape. "I love you." He pressed a kiss to your lips. "Only you. You know that, right?"

"I do, I really do. I just--I didn't realize how bad what happened last night fucked me up until I realized I couldn't close my eyes without reliving…" You took a shaky breath, the memories of the last serious relationship you had before Tom trying to drown you. "Without reliving what happened before. I mean…if I had a nickel every time a would-be homewrecker knocked on my boyfriend's hotel room door dressed in lingerie, I'd have two nickels. And that's just the ones that I know about."

He didn't say anything in return. He just proceeded to press light kisses across your face, holding you tighter against him. "My sweet goddess," he whispered into your skin, sighing when he'd kissed his way to your lips. "No one will ever succeed in luring me away from you. If you only knew how in every moment I have to myself, all I can think about is having you with me again…" He kissed along your collarbone, repeatedly whispering your name and declarations of love with every kiss.

"God why do you even put up with me I can't be that good in bed--" You let out a yelp as he flipped your positions on the bed, your back landing on the mattress with a soft thud.

"You should know by now that nobody gets to talk about the love of my life like that. Even you, sweetheart." He latched his lips onto the spot between your neck and shoulder that had you weak and squirming beneath him. "I've known since before our first night together, before you first kissed me, that I would spend my future loving you. Regardless of how you felt for me. I resigned myself to the fact that part of me was forever yours before you ever let me share your bed."

"Sweetie…" How was it that he somehow always knew how to draw you back from that dangerous ledge your mind often went to? "How are you not sick of handling my stupid little moments yet?"

"Firstly, they're not stupid. I would never belittle your fears like this," he mumbled into your neck, working his arm underneath you to lift your hips off the bed and pull you closer as you writhed underneath him. "And secondly…I quite like handling you." You felt him smirking against your skin at the squeal that hitched at the back of your throat. "Comforting you, loving you, is not and will never be a chore for me."

As he captured your lips in another soft, slow kiss, his words from last year began to echo in the back of your mind all over again. I know you're not ready yet, but I want you to know that I am. I've always been.

The guilt sat heavy in your heart knowing that you knew exactly where he was and where he wanted to go, and yet you couldn't bring yourself to stop looking at your life in complete disbelief. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. It happened before, what was stopping the universe from making it happen again?

"I'm still scared that one day I'm gonna wake up and you've disappeared," you confessed when he pulled away, inwardly wincing at how pathetic the words made you feel. "I haven't been as afraid the last few years but last night…it brought all those fears back to the surface I mean what if I wasn't here when she showed up--"

"Then I would have told her that I'm in a happily committed relationship and I have no need for anyone else. I would have turned her away," he said, answering your unfinished question. He laid you back down flat on the bed, proceeding to kiss his way down your body, stopping when his lips hovered over your heart. "I need you to know that I'm not going anywhere. That I'm yours for as long as I live. You're the last woman I'm going to love."

You inwardly cursed at yourself for still being unable to say the words, the sentiment still refusing to move past the lump in your throat. I'm on the same page with you. I want to be yours for the rest of my life. Can I keep you?

Instead you lifted a shaky hand to weave through his short dark blond curls, finding yourself breathing a touch easier when you heard him sighing in contentment at your touch. "You should know I feel the same way. I'm no good with words but I'm getting there I'm trying I really am--"

"You don't have to say anything right now, sweetheart. When you're ready, and only when you're ready, I will be right here with you. I always will."

He moved his large hand down the side of your body, curling around your knee to hook your leg around his waist. Your moans began to fill the room when he lowered his head and captured your nipple between his lips, licking and sucking it into a stiff peak. "What're you--"

"What time do you have to start wakeup calls?"

The words threw you in for a loop, your mind stumbling and scrambling to recall your morning schedule. Briefing room by 8, players should be in the field by 7:45, twenty to thirty minutes to run across the hotel and get to the other three players assigned to me…

"7:15," you said between heaving breaths, letting out another moan when he repeated his attentions on your other breast.

"Then we have time…" he mumbled, kissing his way back up to your lips, a devilish grin painted across his devastatingly handsome features. "We'll leave this room together and I'll go to the field, then you can go start the rest of your wakeup calls."

You started to whimper and moan against his lips as he started to roll his hips into yours, already feeling his quickly hardening member rubbing against your entrance. "Wait sweetie I still have to take a shower, change my clothes." Dammit Y/N keep your mouth shut why are you turning down morning sex, you absolute buffoon, you hissed at yourself. "I can't go to the field smelling like sex--"

"We can shower together," he answered back smoothly, stealing another kiss from you before speaking again. "And I packed a change of clothes for you for this exact scenario."

"And what scenario is that?" you asked him breathlessly, a thrill running through your whole body as he stroked your thighs before parting them the slightest bit more and settling his hips between them. Your hand slammed down on the mattress, gripping the sheets when you felt the tip of his length rubbing up and down between your folds, teasing your entrance.

"The one where I want to keep you in bed a little while longer," he rasped, starting to inch his way inside you, letting out a shuddering breath before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "We're not leaving this room until last night's insolent visitor is nothing but a distant memory."

There must have been an angel smiling down on both you and Tom today, seeing as you were assigned to work the field again, even functioning as an assistant cameraperson as a few people from one of the crews set to shoot footage of today's Training Week events fell ill.

You were set to assist in filming the penalty shootout later on in the afternoon, handling a relatively smaller camera that would focus on the players watching rather than the players shooting for the home dressing room. For the morning, however, you were mostly guiding the photographers through the field, ensuring that they were at a safe enough distance so that the chances of them getting hit by a stray ball were significantly slimmer.

"Oi, if you stare a little harder your eyes'll burn a hole through 'er head," Jill's voice broke Tom out of his thoughts, elbowing him lightly when he stole one last glance at you before running into the playing area.

When he finally got to his teammates, his skin brisled at the discovery that they too were staring shamelessly at you, talking about the little mouth-shaped bruises that peppered your neck and chest. It didn't help that he might have added to that count this morning while he was comforting you.

"I mean if she didn't want us to look then she woulda worn something that doesn't show off her tits so much. And those hickeys are practically a red neon arrow going Look over here, gents."

Tom shut his eyes, making a conscious effort to unclench his jaw before facing them, putting on a whole performance as he smiled at them and pretended he didn't want to conveniently forget that he was a gentleman and strike them clean across their cheek. "Lads," he greeted them through gritted teeth masked as a smile. "Shall we proceed with some drills?"

"In a minute, Y/L/N is about to lean down and--No, come on sweet thing, move your hand outta the way!" The loud holler from his teammate had you snapping your head in their direction, and he could see your neck visibly tensing when you saw his teammate with hands cupped over his mouth, not even bothering to seem ashamed of the distasteful remark.

You were called over to a table by the bleachers, and finally the immature lewd comments about you seemed to stop and they all proceeded with drills for a short while. If only his teammates hadn't once again opened their mouths once they paused to take a break.

"You gents think she and her boyfriend would be opposed to a threesome? Too pretty of a thing for just one man to keep to himself."

Another one chimed in. "Downright greedy is what it is. Everyone should have the God given right to see a mouth that sinful stuffed with--"

"You know, I really don't think her boyfriend would appreciate hearing you all talk about her like she's some sentient sex doll," he finally blurted out, fighting the urge to clench his fists as his heart thundered in his chest.

"Pssh come on, I know you have your woman but even you with your A-list standards have to admit that she's a looker."

She is and she's mine, he inwardly seethed. "You can appreciate someone's beauty without being so crass about it."

"Loosen up a little, Thomas. Pretty sure her boyfriend would be proud knowing nearly every man with a pulse here wants a go at that. And it's not like he can even hear us, whoever the lucky bastard is." His teammate sighed as he looked over at that table again, making Tom hold himself back with all his strength as he watched him so brazenly adjust his shorts in front of everyone in the field. "Just one night. Lucky bastard just gotta share for one night."

Your words from last night rang loud and clear in his mind. He refused to let this go on. It was time to make things less private.

"Actually the lucky bastard can hear you all just fine," he announced loud enough for all the horny assholes to snap their heads to look at him. "And I can tell you right now neither of us are open to sharing."

"You know…I didn't see you come back to the room this morning," Simone commented with a teasing tone when she passed by the table you were sat at. "Not to be a bit of a Nosy Nancy but…if your clothes were with us, where'd you--"

"Boyfriend," you answered simply, smiling at the memory of this morning's shower with Tom in his room. And the numerous, extensive kisses you shared before parting ways for the morning. "Apparently he kept an outfit change for me in his luggage. Contingencies."

"Nice boyfriend," Joelah commented, plopping down on the seat next to you and jutting her chin toward the laptop in front of you. "Whatchu workin' on?" Before you could answer, she placed a hand on your shoulder, making you face her as she silently counted the marks on your neck and chest. "Fuckin' A you weren't kidding about your boyfriend thinkin' he's a vampire do you have more…"

"I do," you answered with a little chuckle, giving them a casual shrug. "The ones from earlier haven't even started showing yet--"

"What?!" Joelah and Simone all but shrieked, eyes wide and jaws on the ground as the former waved Douglas over. "Please tell me you know something about who the mystery man is, we still have three guesses."

The player shrugged in response. "All I know is that Jill knows and she refuses to share with the class. Just said something about if we paid enough attention we woulda figured it out by now because, and I quote, it's 'damn near impossible to miss the smitten on that man'."

"Honestly you guys Jill just basically dropped a name and asked me point blank if we were a thing," you offered, giving them a tiny smile. "So I said yes." You turned your gaze back to Joelah. "As for your earlier question, I'm doing security penetration testing on the auction site for the match-worn jerseys. Trying to make sure no one can just insert their bid without actually putting in the money and all that."

You turned back to the laptop to go through a few more test cases before sending over a checklist of some more advanced attacks for the development team to test out, as you wouldn't have enough time in the day to spare in this consult for those. From the corner of your eye you saw Joelah lean back in her chair, facing the England team.

"Ungh Don't talk about penetrating right now, babes, it's making me think things" she groaned, the frustration in her tone so potent you could practically hear her pout. "Unholy things. For a certain Player Number 6 with that obscenely tight jersey and that arse I mean just fuck me running look at the sheer power in those moves."

Without looking up from your computer you darted your eyes toward the field to sneak a fleeting glance at Tom, the stupidly tight shirt you masterminded him into stretched so tight across his back muscles you could see the definition even from this far, and his stance putting his ass and thighs on borderline sluttish display. You had to purse your lips and bite back your words before you voiced a similar sentiment, only yours mentioning that you knew exactly what power those legs held while he took you against the shower wall earlier this morning.

"Ohh Christ on a bike was I too loud?"

"I don't think so," you answered her, typing away your findings and starting on your final test. "Why what's up?"

"He's looking at the table, I'm no better than those horny asshats making crude comments at you I feel like a right knob--Wait…hold on…" She pointed at herself and you heard a faint "Me?" coming from her before she started patting your shoulder to call your attention. "Never mind he's not looking at me I think he wants to talk to you."

That was enough to make you look up completely from what you were doing, meeting your boyfriend's gaze from ten yards away. You gave him a tiny smile, raising your eyebrow in a playful questioning look. He raised his hand and gave you a little wave, prompting you to do the same.

He then started to mouth a message to you that had your breath catching in your throat with a borderline inhuman sound. I. Love. You.

"Wait hold on--?!" Simone shrieked from the side. You could hear that she and Joelah had clasped their hands together like best friends in a high school hallway, watching one of their own getting a Promposal.

"What?" you mouthed back, barely able to hold back the smile that was pulling at your mouth. What he did next had you breaking out into a full on toothy grin, joyful tears prickling at the back of your eyes.

He cupped his hands over his mouth and hollered his message again. "I said I love you, Y/N!"

You felt the air leave your lungs, unable to hold back your joy as you saw that heartbreakingly handsome face beaming at you. With cupped hands over your own mouth, you hollered back at him, "I love you, too!"

A hand clasped around yours, and Joelah looked at you with wide excited eyes. "He's--??"

"He's the boyfriend," you confirmed with a vigorous nod of your head. The other women looked at you jaws slack and silently prompting you to give up some more details. "Going on seven years."

"So he did all…" Douglas motioned at all the marks on your chest. "That??"

"And the ones that haven't started showing yet," you shot back with a cheeky wink.

"Ohh my lordy me I just realized," Joelah gasped. "Keeping things low key?! You already told us before and we were just being so fucking dense about it! You were so slick with that!" You only gave her a little shrug, giving yet another confirmation, before she jutted her chin again to point at something behind you. "Your man's coming over."

You took a breath before turning to see Tom breaking into a light jog making his way to you, immediately reaching for your hands when he got close enough. "Hello, sweetheart," he said with a heaving breath, the exhilaration radiating off him in waves as he moved his hands up your arms until he got to your shoulders. "You looked so tense, I needed to check on you." Once your shoulders relaxed he wrapped an arm around your waist, grasping your chin with his free hand, coaxing you to unclench your jaw. "Are you alright, goddess?"

"I am now," you sighed contentedly, feeling the tension steadily leaving your body with each passing second. "Thank you for checking on me."

He leaned in, brushing his nose against yours. "I'm here for you, my love. Always," he said softly, framing your face in his hands. "But now that I'm here, perhaps I could…steal just a little kiss?" He looked at you with those pleading eyes that never failed to get you weak in the knees.

"You know I can't say no to you…especially when you ask so nicely." You barely had time to take in a breath before he braced his hand behind your back, tilting his head to close the remaining inches of distance between you and press his lips to yours.

The faint sound of the ladies next to you clapping and squealing surrounded you, made louder when he splayed his hands at your upper back and your hip before dipping you. He smiled against your lips when you let out a muted squeal of your own.

Jill's voice broke through your moment, remind you both exactly where you were. "Alright adorable as you two are, get your arse back out on that field, Hiddleston. You can kiss your girlfriend all you want after today's training."

You giggled from your position, holding on to his shoulders as your upper back rested perfectly comfortably on his thigh, as he pulled away with numerous soft pecks to your lips. "I love you," he whispered against your lips, pressing one more kiss before righting both your stances.

"I love you, too," you said back, unable to wipe the smile off your face as he jogged toward the field. Once you turned to face the rest of the women at the table, the sound of a frustrated shriek and stomping on cement hit your ears. Followed by a distant 'It's not fair!!' that had you all laughing amongst yourselves before Jill called out to Douglas to get back on the field as well.

Later that night you knocked on Tom's hotel room door, a look of slight concern on your boyfriend's face as he eyed the bag in your hand before a smile graced his features, realizing why you had your luggage with you.

"My roommates kicked me out," you said, making a whole show of sticking out your bottom lip in a little pout. "Something about it being pointless to keep my things there if I don't sleep there anyways." You tried to bite back the smile as he stepped toward you, running his hand down your arm until he took the handle of your overnight bag from you. "You don't happen to have a place for me to crash, would you?"

Your giggles filled the hall as he wrapped his other arm around your waist, your feet leaving the ground as he brought you into the room, kicking the door shut. "I only have the one bed," he answered you, his voice raspy as your bag hit the floor with a soft thud. "You'd have to adhere to a few rules, however."

"And what exactly are these rules?" you shot back, failing to stifle your whimper when he laid you down on the bed, smirking down at you as he worked his hands under your shirt.

"First…no clothing." He made quick work to pull your shirt over your head before pressing his lips to your now bared stomach, sucking and biting another bruise onto your skin while he unclasped your bra. "And second…you'll have to sleep in my arms at all times." He kissed his way up your body until his lips ghosted over yours. "Do we have a deal, goddess?"

You closed the last bit of distance between you, pressing your lips to his before answering him. "Always."

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insanityclause · 1 month

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Variety will present Tom Hiddleston with the Variety Virtuoso Award at the Miami Film Festival on Tuesday, April 9. The award will be for his career achievements across film, theater and television.

“From screens large and small to the Broadway stage, Tom Hiddleston is one of our most versatile and engaging actors,” said Jenelle Riley, Variety Focus Awards and Features Editor. “With Season 2 of ‘Loki,’ he brought a Shakespearean arc to a fan-favorite character, making us laugh and cry — sometimes simultaneously. No one that talented should also be that nice. Or that tall.”

“We couldn’t be more thrilled to be honoring actor Tom Hiddleston at the 41st edition of Miami Film Festival. Not only has he worked with incredible directors such as Steven Spielberg and Guillermo del Toro, but his phenomenal work from the stage to the screen has made a lasting impact on fans around the world,” said Lauren Cohen, Miami Film Festival Director of Programming. “His illustrious career and starring role in such an incredible franchise is something we could not be more delighted to honor. We’re so excited to be partnering with Variety to honor the talent and remarkable career of Tom Hiddleston.”

The festival will open with “Thelma,” directed by Josh Margolin and starring June Squibb, Fred Hechinger, and Parker Posey with director Josh Margolin and producer Zoë Worth in attendance. The Festival will close with “Ezra,” directed by Tony Goldwyn, who will be in attendance on Saturday, April 13, and will receive the Art of Light Award for directing. Alison Brie will also receive the Art of Light Award, and “Sing Sing” director Greg Kwedar will be honored with the Impact Award.

Hiddleston will join previously announced honoree Molly Ringwald (Variety Creative Vanguard Award) in the lineup. The festival will present three Marquee screenings for the films “Dear Jassi,” “Sing Sing” and “The Performance,” along with a centerpiece screening of “The Idea of You.” The 2024 Miami Film Festival will celebrate more than 180 feature narratives, documentaries, and short films of all genres, from over 31 countries worldwide, featuring 10 World premieres, 10 North American premieres, five U.S. premieres, and 11 east coast premieres, and 42 Florida premieres. The complete program is available at www.miamifilmfestival.com.

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thealogie · 3 months

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ThinkTom Hiddlesron is an amazing actor and I hope he gets to play Benedick one day but I honestly hope he doesn’t adopt a David Tennant approach because he’ll never live up to it (ofc It’s. unfair to hold anyone to David tennant’s standards of performing Shakespeare)

Like DTs and BCs hamlets were very different but there were similarities too in the way they were performed and BC also incorporated a similar type of quirkiness, madness and tried to bring fortha similar kind of humor to the role that as much as I tried to I couldn’t help myself at times from comparing the two. (Even beside this I had problems with his hamlet so it’s really an unfair comparison)

And yeah I’m aware DT is not the only performer who has performed Shakespeare in such a way but he is so iconic that once he’s done it you really should t attempt it

Tom can be a similar type of actor to DT on the quirkiness scale so I really hope he doesn’t start doing things like “love me… why?” Because he will never be as funny as DT

The power of David Tennant is that he has found a style of Shakespearean performance that he totally owns and no one else can do. To the point where anyone who walks out of one of his Shakespeares is like “wow I know it’s been said but the words have never felt as contemporary as when they come out of his mouth”

Hiddleston and Cumberbatch are both massively talented (sad that they were both a little bit or a lot victim of overexposure/too much popularity) but they just have a different and more classical style. I haven’t seen any Hiddleston stage performances but Cumberbatch was just a victim to a bad production of hamlet that he was very good in. Agree that he tried to bring in a quirkiness that doesn’t suit him as well as it does DT but like he was really a victim to that production more than anything.

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november-rayne · 10 months

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The Audition

A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic

Summary: Tom is up for the role of a lifetime. You use technology to help him perfect his villainous sneer. 🎥

Genre: Smut. Domestic fluff.

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Warnings: Graphic depictions of sex. Degradation and other dirty talk. Soft Dom/Sub. Rough sex. Oral sex - male receiving.

Tom x female reader

Words: 2900

Based on this gifset by @lokihiddleston

The Audition

You sighed heavily as the warm sun from the open window crept across the pillow and warmed your cheek. The morning light was bright behind your eyelids. Lazily, you rolled over and flopped your arm across the other side of the bed, finding it cool and empty.

Your bottom lip pushed out in a little pout as you realized your lover was not there for your customary morning cuddle. The sound of the shower starting full force broke through the gentle lilting birdsong that tickled the periphery of your conscious mind.

He’s still nervous.

Still half asleep, you stretched languidly, enjoying the feel of your smooth legs on the fresh sheets and the dull ache that raised between your thighs. You grinned inwardly as your mind brought forth the images of Tom’s beautiful face below you as you rode him hard, impaling yourself on his generous endowment until he was delirious with pleasure.

Preparing for auditions had never bothered him before. Even big ones. He prepared dutifully and breathed life into his characters to the best of his ability. If he was hired, wonderful. If he wasn’t, he was confident in his acting skills; he knew there would be more auditions. As a couple, you weren’t struggling for money; both of your acting gigs generated enough cash to cover the rent on your North London flat and then some.

But to call his upcoming audition big would be a gross understatement.

Titanic.

Gargantuan.

Mammoth.

If he landed this role, it would be life-changing. Thrusting him into the spotlight on the world’s stage. The chance to become a household name like McConaughey, Hanks, or De Niro.

You had never seen him so tied up with nerves. So, being the generous partner you were, you decided to fuck him senseless; wear him out for hours so that he could fall into a sated state of deep sleep. You allowed another self-satisfied grin to spread over your face as you recalled the sounds he made for you the night before; the moans, the curses, the grunts. The beautiful music of his ecstasy that you brought out of him filled you with glowing pride.

Dozing in and out of conscious thought, you heard the shower spray replaced by the sloshing of water and tapping of the razor against the sink as he performed his morning shave. You moaned at the thought of it. The almost erotic way he craned his neck to get under his chin and the way the clean skin of his jaw felt under your lips when he was freshly shaven.

You shivered despite the warmth of the sun on the bed. Goosebumps raised on your naked flesh, and you felt the stirrings of arousal.

Needy much? You laughed to yourself. Tom moved in with you three years ago, yet it only felt like yesterday. Your amorous need for him was still as present as it was in the beginning.

Fully awake now, you waited for him to exit the bathroom so you could hopefully lure him back to bed for a cuddle. When he didn’t come out after several minutes, impatience won out, and you pulled on one of Tom’s Cambridge T-shirts you found on the floor, then made your way to the door.

You tapped softly with your knuckle, “Tom? Are you finished? I have to pee.”

“Yeah, come in. Sorry.”

You opened the door and found him standing in front of the mirror, gripping his white towel around his waist, his hair still wet and dripping onto his broad shoulders. Droplets of water trapped in his chest hair glittered in the bright light of your vanity. The look in his eyes was pensive as he studied his face.

“You still thinking about the audition?” You kissed his damp cheek as you passed him to the toilet.

“Despite your best efforts to distract me, yes.” His lip curled up briefly as his eyes followed you. His T-shirt was only just long enough to cover a third of your bare ass.

“You’ve got this, babe. The execs at Marvel will love you.” You smirked as you sat and peed. The ache between your legs and the now prominent bruises on your thighs from Tom’s bony hips reminded you again of last night's vigorous sex rodeo.

“I dunno,” he returned his gaze to the mirror before him.

“You’ve read every comic in print. You know the character backward and forward.” You patted dry with the tissue and flushed. You bumped him to the side with your hip so you could reach the sink. You made eye contact with him in the mirror while washing your hands. “What exactly are you tripping over? Do you want to do the monologue for me again?”

“It’s not the lines… I could recite them in my sleep.”

“You have, Hiddleston.” You wet your toothbrush.

“Sorry.” He gave you that adorably sheepish smile. “I just want this so badly. If I don’t get it,” he shook his head, “Don’t get me wrong, I love the stage, and I would never give it up. I’m happy with the films I’ve done so far. But this… Hollywood?” he shook his head again.

“I know. It’s huge.” You widened your eyes at him for effect as you brushed your teeth.

He studied his face in the mirror, got serious, lowered his head, raised his eyes, and grimaced menacingly, “Foolish mortal,” he uttered in his gravelly baritone.

He looked at you expectantly, “How was that?”

“You have the voice down pat. It’s just…” you spat and rinsed your mouth.

“What?”

“Well,” you sighed and put your toothbrush back in the holder next to his.

“Well, what?”

“You’ve got haughty, aloof arrogance down. The regal posture and the attitude? Spot on.”

He waited for you to continue.

“The grimace isn’t as menacing as I know it can be. Maybe a touch too cartoonish? It should be… sexier.”

“Sexier? You realize I would be portraying the villain, right?” he chuckled.

“Villains are sexy! You are perfect for the role. You are the sexiest man I know. Uhh- if you could only see your face while you’re fucking me.” You stare at him briefly with a faraway look in your eyes.

“Thank you, love. But-"

“That’s it! Of course!” You snapped your fingers and pushed past him, “Wait right there.”

Curious, he watched you run to grab your iPhone from the nightstand and a small tripod from your desk.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you an assignment.” You grinned wickedly at him as you set your phone up on the tripod and positioned it on the long counter of the vanity. You then moved Tom into position in front of it. You pressed record, then turned and seductively sauntered to stand before him.

“Darling?” His eyebrows shot up as you pulled the Cambridge shirt over your head and dropped it onto the floor.

“Do you trust me?” You pressed up and started kissing up the column of his neck in a way you knew drove him mad.

“Yes, but…” he eyed the phone warily. He could see your naked ass and his large hands on the screen as they found your hips. He watched the timer ticking up, indicating it was recording a video.

“Forget about the camera. I want you to see yourself as I see you. This will work. Trust me.” You pulled the towel away, dropping it with a heavy thump to the tiles by his feet. He was tense, but you pressed yourself tight to him anyway.

“Don’t think about the camera, Tom. Think about me.” You brought his hand up from your hip to your breast. He kneaded it eagerly, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned and let your hand glide down his back to his perfectly round bottom.

His lips found yours, and he kissed you tenderly as his hands roamed over the expanse of your bare skin. Soon, you felt him pressing the impressive length of his thick cock onto your stomach. You reached up and grabbed fistfuls of his blonde curls. Heat bloomed in you, and your kisses became urgent.

“Master…” you whispered as Tom delivered wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

He smiled against your skin when he heard the moniker. Last night he was subby and pliant, doing as he was told under your command; this morning, it was his turn to call the shots.

“Wench!” He fisted his hand in your hair and yanked your head back, “Did I give you permission to touch me?”

“No, Master.”

“No, I did not.” He grabbed your ass and squeezed it firmly, pulling your body closer to his. He released your hair and pressed down on your shoulder. “Kneel.”

You went to your knees before him.

You leaned forward to nuzzle his cock with your cheek, but he caught you by the hair, stopping you just short of your prize.

You looked up at him with wide innocent eyes, “Please?”

“Please, what?” His baby blues were boring a hole through your skull. You resisted the urge to smile as you felt the familiar wet heat between your legs.

You swallowed thickly, “Please, Master?”

Entirely in character now, he raised an eyebrow at you but didn’t release you.

“Please, Master, may I please suck on your cock?”

At that, he removed his hand. “Get on with it, you needy whore.”

He hissed, his toes curling as you wrapped your lips around the head and lapped at the pre-cum dribbling from him.

“Thank you,” you offered before running your tongue from the base to the tip of him.

“Do you think you have earned this? You don’t deserve the honor. What have I told you about interrupting me as I try to work?”

You gave him apologetic eyes as you took him into your throat.

“Ahh, but I am a lenient master.” He stroked the hollow of your cheek with his thumb. “I have too much pity for you, you pathetic creature.”

You moan around him and feel his butt and thigh muscles clench as he let out a sharp breath.

“No more of that. I don’t want to bless you with my seed too soon, little slut. You haven’t earned it.”

You moaned again more wantonly and palmed his heavy balls in your free hand. His head fell back dramatically, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. You closed your eyes and leaned in as far as you could. His course, blonde curls tickled the tip of your nose, and you felt his hips thrust forward. Your eyes watered, and you gagged loudly but didn’t relent as he fucked your mouth.

“Enough!” he pulled out of you with a growl. A thick string of drool dangled obscenely from his head before falling heavily onto your thigh below. He leaned over and grabbed your chin in his hand, “You disobedient little cock slut!”

Before you could respond, he had you on your feet and bent over the long counter of the vanity. You quickly checked your phone to ensure he was still in the frame, then spread your feet wide as you rested your weight on your forearms.

He chuckled darkly when he put his hand between your legs and found you wet. “You…” he moaned as his long fingers pressed into you. “… so wet… so tight…”

“Please, Master,” you clenched around his fingers, desperate for more. Desperate to feel yourself stretched around his thick cock.

You gasped and jumped as his free hand landed on your ass; the smack echoed around the tiled walls of your bathroom. “Ahh…” you writhed beneath his palm as he rubbed small circles over the red, raised skin.

“Calm yourself.” You bit your lip as he removed his fingers, wrapped his arm around your hip, and started tapping lightly on your swollen clit. “Do you want my seed, little one?”

You nodded, unable to speak. You tried to think of anything but the rhythmic pulse of his fingers.

“You must earn it. My seed is precious. Why should I waste it on you?”

“I… I…” your fingers tried to find purchase on the smooth quartz countertop.

“You are pathetic. You were so easy to bring to my bed. You put up no fight. So eager.” The tapping stopped, and he started rubbing tight circles over you.

“Oh fffuuck T-” you inhaled sharply, “Master.”

He gave your reflection a devilish grin, “Did you dare almost use my familiar name?”

“I’m s-sorry,” you gasped. You were going to come. He hadn’t given you permission, but you couldn’t stop the crescendo. You went over the edge before you could think to warn him.

Your knees tried to buckle, but Tom pulled your hips back to him firmly. The blissful delirium was short-lived. He removed his hand too soon, and your orgasmic song quickly turned into whimpers. You went to move your hand between your legs to chase the fading feeling of raw pleasure, but Tom caught your wrist and pressed it against the counter.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Please…”

He tutted, “Naughty, naughty.”

“I’m sorry, Master. My King.”

He pressed into you slowly. Too slowly. You pushed your hips back to hurry him along. He responded by pulling out of you and smiled as he heard your high-pitched whine.

“Maaassterrr… I need it. I need your cum inside me. Please…”

Tom watched the undulation of your hips as you writhed, desperate for him. His cock was aching for you in return. “Greedy peasant.”

He wanted to deny you, to tease you until you were begging. Another time, perhaps. He couldn’t wait another minute for you, for your perfect little pussy, always so wet and tight for him.

He held tight to your hips and took you roughly. You watched his face in the mirror with your mouth agape and panting. There it was. His bottom jaw pushed out a fraction farther than the top. His lips pulled back over his teeth as he sucked in quick breaths.

He cursed and grunted. The sharp sound of your skin smacking as he fucked you bounced around the room.

Give it to me, baby. I want it all.

He brought the fingers of his right hand back around to stroke your clit. “Come now, my little pet. Come around my cock.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, and you concentrated on the heat building between your legs. Soon, you were crying out Tom’s name as your body twitched and spasmed.

“Fuck, woman…” his pace stuttered, and you felt his cock jerk and throb as he coated your channel.

He ran his large hands all over the soft skin of your back as he tried to catch his breath. Once he finally regained his wits, he caught you giggling at his reflection in the mirror.

“What is funny?” His cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was still ragged.

“I just hope I can walk normally again before my curtain call.”

He gave you another one of his adorably shy laughs that you loved so much, “The show must go on.”

He pulled out of you slowly, most of his spend following and sliding down your leg. He retrieved a clean washcloth from the linen cupboard and wet it under the hot water.

As he cleaned you off, you looked into the camera’s lens, “And, scene.” He laughed with you as you stopped the recording.

“You are going to delete that, right?”

“Let’s not be hasty. When you get this role, you will be gone for weeks with a whole ocean between us.” You winked at him.

“If I get this role, darling. If.” He placed his hand on the side of your neck and rubbed your cheek with his thumb, “But thank you for believing in me. I love you.”

His eyes were sparkling with post-orgasmic magic, and you felt your heart flip in your chest.

“I love you, too.”

He kissed you tenderly for what felt like several minutes before releasing you with a final kiss on the forehead.

Weak-kneed and twitterpated, you slipped back into his T-shirt and went to your dresser to pull on some leggings. You grabbed a hand mirror and motioned for Tom to join you.

“I can’t believe we just made a sex tape.”

“It’s homework. Try not to get too excited.”

“They never doled out homework like this at RADA.” He followed you to the bed, shirtless and barefoot, his favorite grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. He snuggled up beside you as you played back the scandalous video.

“That’s what I look like while I’m…” you peeked at the phone through your fingers.

“No use being shy now.” Tom pulled your hand away from your face and kissed your knuckles, not looking away from the part of the video where you were pleasuring him with your mouth.

He watched the video, transfixed. “Mmm… I’ve changed my mind. Do not delete this.”

You blushed, “It is quite hot, isn’t it?”

He hummed in agreement and adjusted himself in his sweats.

“There,” you hit pause, “That��s the look, babe.”

“The sexy grimace?” he chuckled.

“The one and only. Here,” you passed him the mirror. “See if you can replicate the look while your dick is soft,” you teased.

“Who says I’m soft?” he tickled your thigh as he leaned in to steal a kiss.

“Please don’t get me wound up again. I really do need to be able to walk tonight.”

During the days leading up to the audition, you would catch him practicing his villain face in the mirror well past the point where he perfected it.

When he got the call from the director asking him to be their Loki, he took you out to dinner to celebrate. He wore a bespoke blue pinstriped suit and secretly carried a small velvet ring box in his pocket.

#sas assemble #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #my first reader insert #smut and fluff #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #loki fandom #tom hiddleston characters #domestic fluff #the audition #sas stories

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So last night or this morning, while I was in a weird state between asleep and awake, my in-brain Content Generator came up with this completely bonkers idea for a reality competition...

BBC B&B Community Theater

Teams of British actors stay at a B&B, and have to coach community theater groups thru performing various genres. The actors also take part in challenges (acting games, musical theater, improv, stunt fighting, set-building, costuming, make-up, marketing, etc).

First two teams:

Team Super Powers: Tom Hiddleston, Charlie Cox, Andrew Garfield

Team Magic Powers: Daniel Radcliff, Tom Felton, Robert Pattinson

Each team has a consultant, David Tennant or Michael Sheen. Because: Reasons.

Judges vary, based on genre.

Sketch comedy: Stephen Fry & Hugh Laurie

Shakespeare: Ian McKellen & Patrick Stewart

Historical drama: Maggie Smith & Judi Densch

Why this would be awesome:

Watching these human disasters living together in the B&B trying to just get thru daily life.

Some challenges they will be fucking phenomenal at, and others will be so far out of their element that they will be complete trainwrecks.

They will be working with actual amateur and young actors and bringing attention to the ups and downs of community theater. (Obvs all proceeds are going to community theaters and arts education.)

There could be all kinds of fun things to add in - like letting them call in a former costar or expert to help - soooo many cameo possibilities!

Why tf does my brain provide this kind of stuff that I can do absolutely nothing with?

Anyway, since I had to spend an hour or so thinking about it when I was supposed to be asleep, now you have to know about it.

Do with it what you will.

(Generally I'm not a fan of rpf, but if someone wants to write it in the 'Staged' universe, I wouldn't be averse to taking a peak... 😉)

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15.5ish years ago my mum took me to see Hamlet with David Tennant in the starring role for my birthday.

I tried to get tickets for Macbeth's original run this year but because it was in SUCH a small theatre I missed out as anything left for the general sale sold out instantly.

A couple of days ago they announced the show was getting a West End transfer in October. Today I spent far too much money on some seats on the end of a row in the stalls (that are apparently not amazing) but I don't care...I've missed out on so many of David's stage performances over the last decade, I felt like it was my turn again. (My other dream is to see Tom Hiddleston on stage, especially Shakespeare, but his stuff sells out even more crazy than Tennant's stuff so I feel that will remain a dream if he ever returns to the stage at all.) Funny thing is my husband and I were already going to see Dr Strangelove in October so now we're seeing Macbeth on a Friday and Dr Strangelove Saturday matinee. We'll worry about hotel and flights/train down to London later... You know what made me pull the trigger? I saw a Tweet from someone saying their grandfather once told them to buy the expensive thing because "are you going to be the richest woman in the graveyard?" THAT !

#david tennant #theatre #macbeth #west end #theatre tickets are ridiculous btw #if I were in my early 20s I could NOT afford this #there are cheap tickets #but comparatively not many

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Getaway Car

The song is about Taylor using an affair to get away from a bad relationship. Before Midnight's High Infidelity dated the events as prior to the 2016 Met Gala and before the 1989 TV Vault had lyrical similarities it was widely accepted as about the PR relationship with Tom Hiddleston. Poor Tom was rather surprised, considering they dated for a few weeks, it was after Taylor and Calvin split up and more than a year before Reputation came out. (BTW this is a 1971 Jaguar e-type, a classic British sports car, Harry the same car in red)

Getaway Car is written to the muse who Taylor had an affair with, someone who is surprised and she is sorry for hurting. For context, her relationship with Calvin and his behaviour can safely be called problematic (x, x, x, x, x, x and x). CH really 'Got out some popcorn / As soon as her rep starting going down, down, down'. Her mental state:

Getaway Car is a pithy and fun but honest about poor choices. Although a year later it's closer to 29 April, 2016, with more hindsight Taylor was warmer towards to the 'other man' in High Infidelity on Midnights:

Do you really want to know where I was April 29th? Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes? [and] Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life?

Taylor also describes Reputation as a love story, many songs on which are about Harry, as are those on Lover which also express regret. I think the alleged affair would have been motivated from getting out of a situation which was not good for Taylor, however as we know from Harry's Debut it really hurt him. Lover and Folklore express a lot of regret, and I think they have both moved on.

Making of Video

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Jack's shirt about publicity (also worn in This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things making of)

Taylor saying "Like a Dylany kinda thing", hmm...

wearing the evil eye and angel rings

And Taylor's longer, curly, darker coloured hair. To me, this looks like her hair in May and June 2017. Getaway Car was (at least in part) written and recorded in 2017. I think this adds to a song with more storytelling that diary writing, I think Taylor was quite affected by trying to get out of the relationship with Calvin, one she's sung about little and never warmly.

You can read Jack's comments about the video. It's interesting Jack commented on why it was being recorded, it seems Taylor did that a lot in the Rep era, and TBH it seems good practice to prevent any copyright claims, she also talks to the camera to note the lyric.

Live Performances

Getaway car was the first song in the Reputation Encore, it followed the Why She Disappeared poem. The tour visuals were reminiscent of I Knew You Were Trouble, the Reputation stage is an X and shot to showcase that here. The motel is called "Last time motel" which is reminiscent of The Last Time. It ends on Taylor getting into a black vintage convertible reminiscent of Blank Space.

It was an Era's surprise song 27 May 2023, Jack Antonoff joined Taylor on stage and added a nice sarcastic "oh yeah, we're both sorry." The last time Taylor was seen with MH was the 18th May, the break up was reported 5 June 2023.

Lyrics

No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car It was the best of times, the worst of crimes I struck a match and blew your mind But I didn't mean it, and you didn't see it

'It was the best of times, the worst of crimes' is a reference to Charles Dickens A Tale of Two Cities. The cities being Paris and London. This quote is in a passage that describes Taylors 2016 quite well: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, [...] it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair” It reminds me of "This Summer is the Apocalypse".

'Worst of Crimes' is similar to Where do broken hearts go "All the rest of my crimes don't come close"

"Struck match and blew your mind" is similar to "Strike a match, then you blow it out" in Say don't go. and Right Where You Left Me: "Matches burn after the other"

The ties were black, the lies were white In shades of gray in candlelight I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason

"Ties were black, likes were white" appears to point to the Met Gala, and I do think that is the intention of the line (and relationship) Taylor also was at the Black-tie Vanity Fair Oscar Party in LA on 28 February 2016, the day Harry tweeted (in LA) an Elvis Stuck on You Lyric "You can shake an apple off an apple tree." Harry was not at the Vanity Fair party, however he also has leaks from this era that refer to picking his muse up and driving them home. I did something bad and Sweet Creature have more on that time.

The shades were grey is similar to 50 Shades of Grey, which Taylor wrote I don't wanna live forever for about Harry. Candles are also in New Years Day "Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor" and Hunger "Candles burnt down to the floor"

"X" marks the spot where we fell apart He poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed We never had a shotgun shot in the dark (oh!)

'X Marks the Spot where we fell apart' is line from Hilary Duff Breathe in. Breathe Out which Taylor said she liked in an Tumblr post 25 June 2015 and used the melody of in Paper Rings and title in Labyrinth. It's a song and line that is sad about the relationship not working out with someone untruthful. In the 2015 timeline the timing of this post is a little interesting.

'Poisoning the well' is meaning Calvin ruined the chance of this affair by discrediting or ridiculing it, with the diss track Ole.

An Old Fashioned is whiskey, also in Gorgeous "Whiskey on Ice, Sunset and Vine, you’ve ruined my life by not being mine"

Never had a shotgun shot in the dark is similar to Say Don't Go: "I've known it from the very start / We're a shot in the darkest dark"

You were drivin' the getaway car We were flyin', but we'd never get far

Driving is a Haylor theme.

Flying is a Haylor theme.

Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me Ridin' in a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart Should've known I'd be the first to leave Think about the place where you first met me In a getaway car, oh-oh-oh No, they never get far, oh-oh-ah No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car

The line "think about the place where you first met me" is also often referred to in reference to Taylor meeting Tom Hiddleston at the Met, which again I think is with intention. Though there is not a particular reason to think someone at the Met Gala would do this.

It's also generally assumed Harry and Taylor met at the Kids Choice Awards in 2012, however neither has confirmed this, and it is simply the first time they were seen together by fans. As 2011 timeline outlines it seems Harry and Taylor were already connected then. These lyrics indicates their first meeting was brief (Holy Ground), she was not over Jake (Begin Again) and she was not looking for love (Suburban Legend):

Holy Ground - Back to a first glance feeling on New York time

Begin Again - Took a deep breath in the mirror / He didn't like it when I wore high heels / But I do

Suburban Legends - I didn't come here to make friends / We were born to be suburban legends

It was the great escape, the prison break The light of freedom on my face But you weren't thinkin' and I was just drinkin' While he was runnin' after us, I was screamin', "Go, go, go!" But with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow And a circus ain't a love story, and now we're both sorry (we're both sorry)

..Ready for it? "And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor" and in Afterglow "Put you in jail for something you didn't do"

The only other Circus Lyric is Mirrorball: And they called of the circus, burned the disco down, but they use visuals (below)

CH and TS were over by the Met Gala with the official Break up announced 1 June, 2016, Taylor wasn't even seen with TH till the 14th June, 2016 - there was no running after and the Circus was Taylor and Tom's PR relationship.

However Calvin, Harry and Taylor, was a public sideshow:

That started in 2015 with the BBMA's in May 2015

Calvin's Twitter fight with One Direction on Twitter in August 2015

Writing Ole in February 2016

Taylor and CH starting a public fight over This is What you Came for in July 2016.

Harry and Taylor have used circus imagery the Red Tour, which the hat for is also in the End Game Video and Harry's Daylight video is (french) Circus Themed and there is a carnival in the Willow MV.

"X" marks the spot where we fell apart He poisoned the well, every man for himself I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed It hit you like a shotgun shot to the heart (oh!)

This second chorus changes shot in the dark to shot in the heart. :(

We were jet-set, Bonnie and Clyde (oh-oh) Until I switched to the other side, to the other side It's no surprise I turned you in (oh-oh) 'Cause us traitors never win I'm in a getaway car I left you in a motel bar Put the money in a bag and I stole the keys That was the last time you ever saw me (oh!)

In Ready for it Taylor likened her and her muse to 'Burton and Taylor', here she's used another famous couple 'Bonnie and Clyde' Taylor and Harry have used outlaw metaphors (list below).

'Switched to the other side', is going back to the other person in the three person sideshow. I think this is going to the Bahamas with Calvin only 2 weeks after the VF Oscar party/apple tweet.

Is it over now? "You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor"

Cruel Summer "Hang your head low In the glow of the vending machine"

...... FTDT "Woke up alone in this hotel room"

Outlaw Metaphors:

Stand up (1D) - I won't be leavin' till I've finished stealin' / Every piece of your heart' and 'I'm a thief, I'm a thief (Call me a thief) / I'm a thief, I'm a thief (But you should know your part) / I'm a thief, I'm a thief (I'm only here) / I'm a thief, I'm a thief ('Cause you stole my heart)

Stockholm Syndrome (HS) - Who's that shadow holding me hostage?

Ready for it (TS) - Knew I was a robber first time that he saw me / Stealing hearts and running off and never saying sorry / But if I'm a thief, then he can join the heist

Cowboy like me (TS) I've got some tricks up my sleeve / Takes one to know one You're a cowboy like me

MMIH (HS) - I walked the streets all day / Running with the thieves

Daylight (TS) - Maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down

I was ridin' in a getaway car I was cryin' in a getaway car I was dyin' in a getaway car Said goodbye in a getaway car Ridin' in a getaway car I was cryin' in a getaway car I was dyin' in a getaway car Said goodbye in a getaway car

This outtro is similar to lyrics on Lover, so much @cntfightmydemonsthyknowhowtoswim and I wonder if parts of Lover and Reputation are the same events.

Cruel Summer: I'm not dying / You say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times / We're not trying

Cruel Summer: I'm drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh), and

Death By A Thousand Cuts: Saying “Goodbye” is death by a thousand cuts

#haylor #reputation taylor’s version #Youtube #reputation #taylor swift

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dzinahk · 18 days

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#MFF41 “Last night 9 April), Actor Tom Hiddleston graced the Adrienne Arsht Center for the Performing Arts in Miami @arshtcenter stage, as The Miami Film Festival honored him with this year’s @variety Virtuoso Award.

Here’s a look into the ceremony and inspiring conversation that ensued, moderated by Variety’s @jenelleriley.

#tom hiddleston #miami film festival #variety virtuoso award #variety #jenelle riley #lokiseason2 #hiddles army #hiddlesworth #hiddlestoners #hiddleston daily

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starlightbelle · 5 months

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Tom Hiddleston via bestofhiddles on IG

"Work on your own perspective and nurture your own belief and viewpoint on life, because when the hour comes — that's what will be the thing that's needed."

Before taking to the stage for Loki Q&A, Hiddleston shared these tips on what to remind vourself when vol want to book more acting roles and how to deal with nerves as a performer.

#such great advice for creatives #tom hiddleston #acting #artistry #performing #videos

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uhlikzsuzsanna · 1 year

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Poetry for Every Day of the Year: National Theatre Talks

Join us for an hour of poetry dedicated to the people of Ukraine, read by actors on stage at the National Theatre. Allie Esiri was joined by Asa Butterfield, Ṣọpẹ́ Dìrísù, Kate Fleetwood, Tom Hiddleston, Dária Plahtíy and Helena Bonham Carter. Chris Riddell live drew the evening.

Signed copies of both A Poet for Every Day of the Year and A Nursery Rhyme for Every Night of the Year are available from the National Theatre Bookshop. Every purchase supports the work of the National Theatre: https://shop.nationaltheatre.org.uk/c...

This event was performed on the Olivier stage, National Theatre, London on Friday 17 March 2023.

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2:13 Lift Every Voice and Sing (James Weldon Johnson)

4:57 Rain (Don Paterson)

6:44 Little Gidding (T S Eliot)

10:02 Words, Wide Night (Carol Ann Duffy)

11:31 Love After Love (Derek Walcott)

13:28 Coupling (Fleur Adcock)

14:17 Variation on a Lennon and McCartney Song (Wendy Cope)

15:15 He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven (W B Yeats)

16:23 On being asked for a War Poem (W B Yeats)

17:22 Atlantis--a Lost Sonnet (Eavan Boland)

19:00 I See You Dancing, Father (Brendan Kennelly)

20:36 Michael Finnegan (Anon)

22:58 Old Mother Goose (Anon)

25:44 Three Wise Men of Gotham (Anon)

26:22 Today I Saw a Little Worm (Spike Milligan)

26:36 The Tickle Rhyme (Ian Serraillier)

26:48 Roses are red (Anon)

27:02 A peanut sat on a railroad track (Anon)

27:16 Soldier, Soldier (Anon)

29:28 Funeral Blues (W H Auden)

31:52 June, 1915 (Charlotte Mew)

33:10 To My Brother (Vera Brittain)

34:44 Requiem for the Croppies (Seamus Heaney)

36:28 At least now, my friend says (Serhiy Zhadan)

38:54 Sun, terrace, lots of green (Serhiy Zhadan)

40:44 The city is no more (Iryna Shuvalova)

43:20 From The Book of Sir Thomas More (William Shakespeare)

46:41 Home (Warsan Shire)

49:11 Refugees (Brian Bilston)

51:55 Small Kindnesses (Danusha Laméris)

55:45 Extract from The Caucasus (Taras Shevchenko)

#tom hiddleston #poetry for every day of the year #poem #poetry #Asa Butterfield #Ṣọpẹ́ Dìrísù #Kate Fleetwood #Tom Hiddleston #asa butterfield #sope dirisu #Kate fleetwood #helena bonham carter #chris riddell #allie esiri #2023 #Ukraine charity poetry reading #DEC #Daria Plahtiy

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The boom of great Irish acting talent is no coincidence, in his eyes. “I think we’re storytellers. An Irish lad loves to tell a story. And [we’re now] putting that on the world stage. And they’re charming and handsome.” We had gathered to celebrate excellence in film ahead of the Bafta Awards on Sunday, where Keoghan is nominated alongside Murphy. Murphy is a good friend, Keoghan explained, and he’s keen to see his compatriot take home the award. “I would love to see Cillian recognised. He’s had a long career of great performances. And he’s an incredible man as well behind all that. I often talk to him, and he’s always been there for me.”

Keoghan is in the thick mush of awards season, not long back from Los Angeles. He’s looking forward to the awards, but was more excited to see his son Brando, who is up in Scotland with his mother. “I’m excited to see my little lad,” he said with a smile.

Murphy’s name came up again as we settle in for drinks downstairs in the main restaurant. “I’ve seen some extraordinary, deeply committed work from some amazing actors, like the work of Cillian Murphy in Oppenheimer,” said Tom Hiddleston, who is wearing a particularly fine brown corduroy suit. “It was very detailed, very serious, and it’s wonderful to see him so celebrated.” Meanwhile, Industry’s Harry Lawtey was keen to see Past Lives awarded on Sunday. “I auditioned for that one,” he explained, extremely casually, to GQ’s Adam Baidawi.

In the room throughout the dinner, there was a sense of anticipation for the year ahead, and projects that were yet to be released, too. "I’m trying to be so optimistic,” Hiddleston told me. He’d just got over a mild illness that had plagued the beginning of his year, and he had seen the sun that afternoon for the first time in a few weeks. You could see the light in his eyes. [...]

#tom hiddleston #barry keoghan #cillian murphy #oppenheimer #saltburn

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I just found out that Tom Hiddleston did his Coralianus in the Donmar Warehouse (I didn’t pay much attention to the Donmar before -I’ve never been- but ever since following you I get excited every time I find our about a performance in the Donmar)

any chance you’ve seen it?

I saw it years ago before I was obsessed with the donmar warehouse! It’s on internet archive and I definite need to rewatch it. I remember it being a beautiful production but I feel like filming it would just make it look like any other venue because the donmar magic is its into ah and the way the audience is configured around the stage.

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stories i om-nom-nom'd :: april 2024 (week 2)

I honestly didn't nom through too much because this week was mostly spent on my 'main' blog which is by the site's terms my side blog but let's be real, that's where I'm most active, it's my main blog 😤 Anyways, most of the week was spent reading through my friends' and fellow writers' stories and progressing my Tumblr TBR, writing my own stories, and also downloading and posting all the photos that came out this week from the events that Tom Hiddleston attended (legend has it, I'm still downloading).

As always, spoilers, thots, and thoughts all under the cut

documentaries

The Antisocial Network

I wasn't expecting this to take the turn that it did, documenting the butterfly effect of the creation of 4chan and how it snowballed into January 6, 2021. I ended up liking this a bit more than I expected going in, but I also have a little bit of an opinion…some of these guys really shot themselves in the foot revealing themselves to be a part of Anonymous because now…well they're kinda the opposite 🥴

Quiet on Set: Breaking the Silence

The check in with the people that were interviewed felt like a necessary part of the entire process, but honestly…there was something in the vibe of this episode's execution that felt off to me. It was like the host was putting on a performance like they were filming in front of a studio audience and the tone just felt like it was too chipper if that makes sense? Like you're supposed to be checking in on them and asking them how they've felt since the documentary came out and how their lives have been since, so why are you sounding like you're reading them today's headlines? Like I can't believe I'm even saying this but Trisha Paytas did better--

It just felt a little heavy-handed to me, but I can get behind the concept of having this follow-up episode that addressed the absolute garbage fire of a video that Foot Man put out into the internet trying to do damage control but honestly should've just been titled "Dan Schneider digs his own grave even deeper for 20 minutes straight".

books

games

Delicious: True Love

Stage 5, Day 1: Emily arrives back home to her restaurant/apartment in Snuggford and the poor beb's so heartbroken and hyper-focused on that, that she doesn't even notice there's a big gaping hole in the middle of her restaurant, with a burst pipe making an accidental water fountain. Patrick only sees her going upstairs to unpack and assumes that her trip went well and basically declares to her family and her best friend that now that she's got her love and she's happy, there's no more reason for him to stay.

Dude no, we've officially entered idiots in love stage. 😩

The day ends with Emily sobbing the second her mom goes up and checks in on her. I'm gonna say one more time for good measure, if OG story Jean-Paul has zero haters, I am dead.

Stage 5, Day 2: Emily's parents are worried about her since she hasn't come back down from her apartment, and Francois gives her some tough love telling her to at least show up for work because he won't make excuses for her absence. Nothing much happens on this day, since she goes straight back upstairs when the shift's over, other than her mom Evelyn basically saying she should have meddled in the beginning by never giving her the letter to begin with.

All I'm gonna say is…remake Evelyn is definitely the better Evelyn 🥴

Stage 5, Day 3: Patrick reveals that he's moving to New York since his business is growing and the new shop's gonna need his attention. Then Angela, Emily's little sister, shows up with puppies and asks her all about Paris, which causes Evelyn to shout at Angela rather than just calmly tell her that it's a sensitive topic (Clear to see where Evelyn's playing favorites). Angela leaves the restaurant but instructs one of the puppies to stay behind with Emily, which kicks off our side quest for this level where we call back the pup when he strays from Emily's side.

The day ends with Emily keeping the pup with her for a day or two, and talking to her mom about what happened in Paris.

Stage 5, Day 4: The big hole in the middle of the restaurant's all fixed, and it's bringing in more foot traffic to the restaurant. Emily makes a note to call to have the floors polished, mentioning she likes the floral scent, and Francois tells her that Patrick's moving to New York. He also accidentally kickstarts the dreaded miscommunication trope because he said "something about someone needing his attention there".

Gotta love them himbo besties 🥴

Stage 5, Day 5: Emily gets to see more of Patrick's green flag status when he tends to a kid that hurt herself when she tripped, taking the kid's mind off the pain and giving her a little flower and doing a magic trick. Then he confirms with Emily that yes, he's moving to New York because "it's time to move on", and I wanna bonk some heads together all over again. Francois tells her that she and Patrick have been flirting for so long that it's like "watching the same car crash on repeat" and he tells his therapist about it sometimes, and then accidentally breaks the vase that Patrick put a rose he set aside for Emily in, scattering marbles all over the floor and giving us our side mission for this level.

The day ends with Emily turning down an offer for a girls night out, and holding on to the rose from earlier.

Stage 5, Day 6: We officially unlock this stage's Entertainer, which is Francois with Emily's new puppy from Angela. Not much happens other than at the end of the day, the previous owner of the restaurant Mr Farrell visits the place to reminisce, and he talks about his "one that got away" because he was a teenage boy that fapped over Marilyn Monroe (my words, not his). Then one day when he finally came to his senses, the girl already stopped showing up at the restaurant.

Stage 5, Day 7: Emily's heart's finally starting to heal and she wakes up realizing that her apartment's a total mess ever since she got home and started her one-woman misery party. She still has the rose from Patrick at the center of her living area, and she reads a card that basically boils down to "Emily babes wake up your true love's been right in front of you literally giving you flowers every day". Unfortunately, that last scene from the previous day feels like heavy-handed foreshadowing because Patrick says goodbye to Emily after giving her one last delivery of fresh flowers for the restaurant.

The day ends with Mr Farrell bidding Emily and his old restaurant goodbye since he's moving to Florida to stay with friends, and a regular customer Gladys walks in looking for her purse, and wouldn't you know, it's Mr Farrell's TOTGA, and she moved back to Snuggford after her husband passed away so she could be closer to family. This makes Mr Farrell decide that he doesn't wanna move to Florida anymore.

Undercover: Blood Bonds

Chapter 10: Vera clocks in for the morning shift and finds Bluejay in Club with her pajamas on, finding out that she doesn't have a place to stay so she's been sleeping in the backroom. Vera offers her to move in so she doesn't catch a case for breaking in. At the end of the shift, Jericho reveals he has mind control powers and he used them to make Crystal exit the room before he ordered Mr Smirnov to get rid of Vera because she's asking too many questions.

Chapter 11: Vera meets up with Hank at a pub called Smokin' Wheels, and he tells her that Mr Smirnov's on a mission to get her sacked. Lilly's ex boyfriend Sam shows up and Vera spends that shift trying not to get noticed by Sam. At the end of the shift, we get a flashback of Sam being overprotective but concerned about Lilly coming home late and he pulls the "you're mine" card, while Lilly walks away going "You don't know anything".

Pretty sure the cops are wrong that Sam's the culprit and it's actually Mr Mind Control with the glowy red eyes Jericho that they should be looking up.

stories to om-nom-nom next

The Tortured Poets Department

I'm already sharpening a pitchfork with Joe Alwyn's name on it.

Hello Kitty Island Adventure: Imagination Celebration Event

I have no idea what this side story's gonna be, but all I know is that they made my precious bb Kuromi the villain of the event, and ngl I'm fuming. My sweet mischievous baby deserves better 😤

That's all for this week. See y'all next week unless I fall into a rabbit hole of planning out new stories for the WIP pile because I up and decided to Phase 1 plan for a "The Tortured Poets Department Collection" 🥴🫡

#media chronicles

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ZAWE ASHTON

Through writing, actor Zawe Ashton is slowly shifting her role from object to subject.

Words by Hettie O’Brien. Photography by Pelle Crépin. Styling by Holly White. Hair by Bjorn Krischker. Makeup by James O’Riley.

FILMS ISSUE 45

The work of a convincing performer is to make a practice of disjunction, blurring fact and fiction until it’s no longer clear where the performance ends. Zawe Ashton, an actor and writer from East London, has been performing for so long that she sometimes feels as though she has “just woken up.” “There has been this eye, this gaze, that has followed me since birth,” she says. This is what it is to have grown up as a child actor, an experience that would be strange, were Ashton to have ever known anything different.

It’s only now, at the age of 37, that Ashton feels she has managed to “reshuffle the cards,” as she puts it. We’re speaking over Zoom: Ashton from the northwest London home she shares with her fiancé, the actor Tom Hiddleston, and me from an office room that I describe, when she asks, as a “Zoom booth.” “Are they the new thing? They sound sexy,” Ashton says with characteristic provocation. “They sound like the new location for a fresh scandal to me. It happened in a Zoom booth!”

There is a sense that runs through Ashton’s work of someone chafing at the limits of their discipline. She is best known in the US for her role in Velvet Buzzsaw, a satirical horror film set in the Los Angeles art world in which she starred alongside Jake Gyllenhaal. She grew up in Hackney, East London (her parents were both schoolteachers; her mother is Ugandan, her father English) and attended Anna Scher, a theater school in Islington that banned the words “star” and “fame” from the classroom: Stars burn out, Scher taught them, but the career of an actor persists regardless of fame.

Ashton’s first notable role was in the British kids’ TV show The Demon Headmaster. In her early 20s, she took bit parts in crime dramas and hospital soaps; her break came when she was cast, at 27, as the chaotic, drug-taking, straight-talking student Vod in the series Fresh Meat. One article from the time suggested Ashton was “the coolest thing on TV right now.” But Ashton felt herself growing increasingly frustrated. “I hit a wall in my life—whether it was burnout, or [an] existential crisis, where I was like, Hold on a minute . . . . I’ve spent the past 30-something years performing, and I have no idea who for.”

What Ashton really wanted to do, she tells me, was to be a writer. In the basement, her mother still keeps a box of the stories Ashton wrote as a child, including one, from when she was six, about a dinosaur having breakfast with Elizabeth Taylor. “I think language, and how surreal and expressive language is, has always been part of my wanting to be in this world.” So, alongside her acting jobs, Ashton wrote a play. For All the Women Who Thought They Were Mad centered on the experiences of Black women in the corporate workplace and was praised for its darkly comic study of prejudice when it was staged at the Hackney Showroom in 2019.1 She also wrote a pilot for a TV drama about a woman having an early midlife crisis. “I was treated extremely badly at the hands of television executives,” she says. The pilot was passed over, and Ashton “put it in a drawer because it was just too traumatic.”

A book agent read that defunct script, and asked if Ashton would consider authoring something longer. “It’s one of the hardest, best things I’ve done,” she says of the resulting book, Character Breakdown, a playful, tragicomic account of an unnamed protagonist’s acting career. “So much of my life has been scripted; so much commitment has been to saying other people’s words and inhabiting other women,” she explains. “I thought . . . I can sit down and write this without anyone giving me permission.” Writing was an opportunity to stop acting—for a while. Ashton spent some time living in Margate, a blustery seaside town popular with people priced out of London. She nicknamed the book, which took two years to finish, “the cockroach in the nuclear disaster of my life.” For a while, it felt like the only continuity she could grasp at.

Character Breakdown defies the very definition of the word order—it is composed of fragmentary conversations retold in a weaving chronology. The protagonist receives different character synopses that are irritatingly sexist (a silent woman in a civil rights protest, a sexy spy, a dead body on a mortuary slab). She takes calls from her agent, sips lukewarm wine, changes her hair to appease casting directors and remembers being bullied at school after first appearing on TV. It is loosely fictionalized: Ashton says that if the book seems like an “actor’s memoir,” she has “done something very wrong.” “It was an attempt, or an opportunity, to try and crack open the difference between fact and fiction before slamming them wholeheartedly back together again,” she explains.

Although magnified in the acting industry, the banal occurrences of casual misogyny and racism that Ashton’s protagonist endures resonate far beyond the book. “Thinking about acting became like a blueprint for a way that I could look at my experience as a woman in the world,” she says. She missed her publisher’s first deadline, a misstep that turned into a gift. By the time Ashton submitted the manuscript, revelations of sexual violence in the film industry had started to break. “Me Too really reframed my writing completely, because I thought, No one is going to want to hear from an actress about stuff that’s gone down and how it might relate to the wider world. And suddenly it was all anyone wanted to hear.”

We’re speaking a month before the release of Mr. Malcolm’s List, a sugar-frosted Regency rom-com in which Ashton plays a lead role. The film revolves around the wayward schemes of Ashton’s character, Miss Julia Thistlewaite, and will please anyone who enjoyed Bridgerton.2 In period-drama obsessed Britain, it would have been unthinkable for a mixed-heritage British woman to land this role even five years ago. The multiracial elite portrayed in Mr. Malcolm’s List is a fantasy that omits the reality of colonial racism in Regency Britain, casting actors of color as dukes and duchesses. “There is a lucrative market . . . . for the depiction of racial difference in the absence of racial inequality,” the British author and journalist Gary Younge recently wrote of Bridgerton, taking issue with the genre. Ashton is critical of this argument. “What’s crazy is there’s only a handful of [similar] shows,” she says. “When you get real diversity is when there are so many . . . . that some can show one aspect [of history], some can show another aspect, and this is a spectrum.”

The protagonist of Character Breakdown reflects that “nothing good comes of being visible.” Together with this film, and her forthcoming role as a Marvel villain, Ashton seems poised to become the kind of highly visible celebrity who occupies a different plane of existence: rich, distant and chauffeured.3 Yet that’s not how she comes across in person. She is open and disarming, throwing back bigger questions to those I ask. I wonder if she enjoys the control of writing in her own words, as opposed to speaking those of others. “It doesn’t even feel like control,” she says. Ashton tells me about the American visual artist Lorraine O’Grady (about whom she made a film for the Tate). “She wanted to play with the idea of being subject and object,” Ashton says. “You want to shift the lens, shift the perspective on your work and life as much as you can. And that’s how I feel.”

#zawe ashton #kinfolk magazine #interview #article

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